Constant Temptation. (Larry Stylinson; Book 1) ON HIATUS UNTIL EXAMS ARE OVER!

Chapter Fourteen

Constant Temptation - Chapter Fourteen 

Harry’s POV.

Awaking the next morning, I’m overjoyed to find that Louis has hardly moved at all throughout the night and is still clinging to my side like a koala. Smirking, I raise my right hand and brush it against Louis’s cheek for a moment before full on smiling in contentment.

I back away from him slightly to revel in the feeling of waking up next to him and try not to focus on the his scent practically staining the pillows. His hair is messed up around his head in various directions, his nose is scrunched up in response to whatever dream he’s having and his breath is coming out quietly in little soft noises.

And he has to be one of the most precious things in the world.

The statement overwhelms me and I take a moment to realize just how much I care for Louis. It isn’t love, not yet anyway, but I know I’m pretty close to experiencing the consuming feelings for the boy and I’m terrified when I do; simply from the fact I might not be able to control myself from feeding on him.

The sound of Louis sniffling in his sleep snaps me out of my thoughts and I do little to stop myself from pressing a kiss against his slightly chapped lips. When I do, I instantly regret it due to Louis responding by frowning and trying to pull himself towards me again when I pull away. Upon deciding that he will therefore be the death of me, I place my lips along his neck to wake him up.

After a moment or two of smirking to myself at the way Louis makes a few noises in his sleep, I run my hands over his body slightly, grazing over his crotch only a little, but it’s enough to have his gasping with his eyes open. The blue orbs blink at me confusedly for a moment before he speaks in a breathless tone. “Harry…” He starts, looking around the room.

For a moment, I’m scared that he’s going to be apprehensive at the thought of me spending the night here in his room (his bed, nonetheless!) with him, so I continue peppering kisses towards his waist.

“H-Harry,” He gasps out nervously when my lips are near his boxers. “Harry my family are going to hear us…” He mutters out weakly and I refrain from pointing out the fact that if the door opens, I can be out of the room within a second, maybe less. When my lips travel even lower, however, he almost cries out my name before grabbing a fistful of my hair and guiding me over to face him.

I attempt to look apologetic for a moment before I realize it to be a waste of an expression, from the way Louis’s lips meet mine instantly and I hear him groan aloud from the feeling. Taking immediate control of the kiss, I pin his hands down with my own and kiss his lips heatedly, earning breathless moans from Louis when we break every so often.

I let my tongue tease his lips for a few kisses before he gladly opened his mouth for me and I worked his tongue against mine, and then let myself sink into the kiss. With his arms being held down by mine, he let out a few frustrated whimpers from not being able to touch me and I smirked knowingly against his lips at the noises.

A few moments later, he seemed to give up on touching me and proceeded then to rock his hips slightly against mine, which would’ve been fine if I didn’t feel him getting hard against me, fundamentally igniting a feeling of hunger to overpower me. I was away from him seconds later, pressing myself against the wall furthest away from his bed, and trying to get myself out of the way I could smell Louis’s blood so clearly.

He sees my state, and presses his body against the head of his bed, curling his legs up to himself as he does so. Panting, I attempt to look anywhere but his neck.

Louis looks embarrassed. He possesses the naivety to actually look embarrassed. “I’m sorry.” He whispers out, red in the face. I’m not sure what exactly he’s most embarrassed about: getting hard from kissing me when it was my fault, or causing me to want to drain him dry. “Harry,” He goes to say but I growl out in response to his sweet voice.