Satyriasis {boyxboy} - FINISHED -

♡ Chapter 19 - Home

A/n: I want to do a Q&A once this first book is over, and I'm very excited. If you already have questions or something that you're curious about just leave them in the comment section below, or Private Message me if you prefer. I'll be more than happy to answer all of you :)

Just a little clarification: nor Louis nor Harry have any tattoos in this book.

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The lights of the hallway were already off, signaling nobody was working on that floor. But they turn on automatically as soon as they sense movement.

Louis locks the door of his office, his face showing no emotional at all as if he was a robot. Harry didn't like the fact that, from a moment to the next, he was so distant, although his body was so close. It was as if he had suddenly became a stranger to him.

With a hand on his hand and the remaining carrying his ashen brown briefcase, Louis hales him inside the elevator. He clicks the button of the ground floor and casually leans against the back wall. But his hand never leaves Harry's.

Harry wonders if he should say something, and if so what, but he can't help assuming Louis is mad at him. So he decides to stay silent. He didn't want to make things worse for him and end up getting punished.

From the corner of his eye, he sees Louis shutting his eyes while he takes a deep breath. He wanted to take the advantage that he was now vulnerable to grab him and kiss all over his neck and lips and not let him go away. As much as he tried to fight it, Harry wanted him. All of him. But his eyes don't take long to open, and it turns out to be less than a second before the elevator stops on their destination floor.

Dammit.

The parking garage was three times bigger than his entire house, but there were only less than twenty cars there. He easily spots Louis' Mercedes on one of the closest spots as they approach it.

I'm finally going to see him drive his own car.

Louis points the little remote towards his car and it makes a high beep-beep sound.

"Get in." Louis instructs, not yet making eye contact with him. Something was clearly off.

Harry opens his door and quietly sits down on the cushy, leather upholstery next to him. Louis throws his briefcase to the backseats before locking his seatbelt and promptly starts the car.

The engine wasn't noisy at all and that vehicle seemed like it could go up to 200km/h and feel as if it was moving at 60km/h at best.

Louis glances at him when his feet touches the pedals, his hand wrapping around the gear, making the car start reversing.

"Put your seatbelt on." He says, his voice mildly dry.

Oh. Harry had completely forgotten about that, and he was usually all about safety.

Louis had his seat somewhat sloping backwards, like the bad guys in action movies, his hands at the limit of being able to fully grasp onto the steering-wheel. And, for some reason he couldn't explain, that was one of the sexiest moments Harry had ever witnessed in his life.

Soon enough they get into the fast-lane, with too many vehicles almost pilled over each other. Harry thinks about sliding his body down a little bit, in case someone would recognize him. But he was probably exaggerating. What are the chances though?

Louis manages to get them out of that chaos and swerves to take the highway at the first exist found.

"Can we turn on the radio?" Harry asks, starting to feel a slight boredom taking over him. If he was staring at Louis rather than the monotonous road he wouldn't feel that way, but he didn't want to look like a creep.