Let's Roll- Larry Stylinson

Chapter XXV

When Louis pops out again, he's facing the area he and Harry were sitting. Harry is nowhere in sight and for a brief panicked minute he almost thinks Harry's left him there, but then he feels hands on his hips and he jerks around, melting into the hands when he sees Harry.

"Couldn't have you over here by yourself, could I?" He pulls the boy closer, the water making Louis as light as a feather. Louis welcomes the close proximity, wrapping his legs around the taller man's frame. The water ripples around them because of their movements, having some sort of calming effect as Louis holds on a little tighter. His small arms are bound around the man, hands playing with the wet strands of Harry's hair. Harry grins at the boy, hands splaying on Louis' behind for better support. Louis feels it when Harry hitches him a little higher, head towering over Harry's now. He bends down, nudging his nose alongside Harry's.

"I'm taller than you." He teases, liking the advantage he has on Harry in this position.

"Only 'cause I'm holding you up." Harry points out, arms moving on Louis to prove his point. Louis bites his lip, face still very close to Harry's. In this situation, Louis could bend down to kiss the man, to do what he's been thinking about all morning. Except, he's just a tad scared that if maybe he pushes his luck, Harry will kick him to the curb, so he settles for what he had been doing prior, rubbing his nose with Harry's with a smile.

Harry, however, isn't quite keen on them touching without their lips meeting and he bites at Louis' upper lip gently to get his attention. Louis' mouth parts, desperately wanting to meet Harry's in a kiss, but he's letting him direct it, letting Harry take the lead. Their breath mingles together as Harry decides whether or not it would be the best idea to kiss the boy in this open area, thinking if he were to get carried away, some lost soul would wander by and catch one hell of a sight.

Maybe just a quick one, to get reacquainted with those pretty pink lips. To remember what they feel like against his own, to hear those sounds Louis loves to make when he has his mouth on him. He surges up, closing the last bit of gap between the pair. On impact, Louis whines, sagging in the man's arms. It's like the lifeline he never knew he needed, breathing the same air as Harry, hands tangled in the man's hair. He squirms a bit in the hold, wanting so badly to move, to get contact where he needs it the most.

Harry can feel Louis against his stomach, his mind spinning with how quickly the boy hardened. It was less than a minute, almost less than a second. He grips even tighter, moans meeting Louis' as the boy scratches his scalp.

If they were inside somewhere, Harry's sure the windows would have fogged, would have created a barrier so dense that the smell of sex would never leave the air. It would be so strong, their scents mingling together, Harry being able to say this boy is all his, in every way possible.

Harry leans back, gaze flickering down to Louis' neck, remembering a few nights ago and how he'd latched onto the spot, how he'd marked him up. His mark has begun to fade, maroon bruise lighter on his tan skin. Harry can't have that. He sucks on the same spot, determined to make it clear, show everyone who this boy belongs to.

Louis whimpers, tilting his neck up to allow more space for the man. He's sucking fervently on his sweet spot, reducing him to a soft and pliant state. Louis grip loosens with every bite to his skin, so lost in the feeling of Harry kissing him there, making him feel good. When Harry's satisfied with his emblem on the boy, he kisses along his chin, meeting him halfway in another passionate kiss.

It's cut short when a rustle alerts Harry of a newcomer, tilting his ear to hear where the sound came from. Another rustle has Harry spinning around completely, spotting one of his men by the trees. Harry raises a brow, his way of communicating to the man to speak.