Undercover (Larry Stylinson)

25. body worship

As soon as the pads of Harry's fingers slipped beneath his shirt and hit his stomach, Louis began to panic. His stomach was his biggest insecurity, especially on days like this when he had overeaten and was feeling bloated.

He arched his back and began to jerk away, but when he realized Harry wasn't budging, he started to suck in, trying to make himself thinner, smaller.

Harry started rubbing his stomach, a sensation which was both horrifying and arousing. Because while he was utterly embarrassed of his tummy, he also liked touched there. It was a sensitive spot and Harry's gentle hands made him want to do more than cuddle.

Eventually, however, Louis couldn't suck in anymore and needed to release a bigger breath. He did so quickly, immediately going back to his shallow breathing as he kept everything sucked in. But Harry noticed the change.

"Lou, why aren't you breathing, baby?" he asked.

"Trying to suck it in a little," Louis said, embarrassed. "My gut, I mean."

"You don't have a gut," Harry said, running his hand over Louis' navel.

Louis shuddered at the sensation, biting his lip. "Bloated though, from the milkshakes."

"Lou. That doesn't matter," Harry said, pushing a strand of hair out of his eyes. "You look so perfect. Your stomach is so gorgeous, even when it's a little bloated."

Louis squirmed out of his grip, pulling his knees up to his chest. "I know but... It's not totally flat, I've been trying to do more abs but I can't rid of the fat."

"Oh my god," Harry said, shaking his head. "No one is 100% flat. I have a little fat too." To prove a point he sat up, pinching at the tiny layer of fat on his stomach between his fingers.

Louis watched, curious. His blue eyes blinked a few times and he shook his head. "Barely anything, I'm so huge in comparison, Harry. You don't have to pretend."

Harry returned to his position as big spoon, resting his head on Louis' shoulder as he reclapsed his hands around his waist.

"Just breathe, Lou," he instructed. "You're beautiful. I want to feel you."

Louis sighed, releasing a breath and holding it there.

"Good," Harry breathed. He gripped Louis' stomach tighter and began to nibble on his ear. "You feel so good."

"I definitely don't," Louis whimpered, nearly crying. Harry's hand was digging into his stomach, groping it, passing over every inch of its surface.

Louis never felt more exposed in his life. Never so vulnerable - not even when having intimate sex. Harry's hold on him had him feeling simultaneously anxious and exhilarated. Both mortified and thrilled.

"Stop fighting it," Harry whispered. "Don't fight me on how gorgeous you are 'cause you'll never win, Louis."

All Louis managed in response was a tiny moan. Harry raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to Louis, placing a gentle kiss on his neck.

Louis arched his back again, this time swinging his knees up to his chest. Harry pulled his hand away and turned to face Lou. "What's wrong? Do you not want me touching you there?"

"Um," Louis said, biting his lip. "No, I just got a little... turned on."

"Oh," Harry said, blushing. "Me too."

"What?" Louis snorted. "How?"

Harry wrinkled his brow, making a face at Louis. "What do you mean how? That was super hot. Your body is so sexy... ugh."