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Chapter 33

Harry's pov.

I've never been a fan of bottoming while having sex, but the sight of Louis completely taking control over my body was too arousing and undeniably amazing to dislike. After watching him hover over me, the way his hips continued rolling and rolling and rolling into mine - he definitely has my consent to top whenever he pleases.

I loved seeing him so primal, so absolutely lost and concentrated in me and the way he was driving into my awaiting body. I was the center of his attention, I was the number one priority in his mind. The fact that he was pleasing me, that he wanted to please only me, made my heart beat a bit faster in the confines of my rib cage. I've wanted Louis' attention since the beginning, and I had it completely.

I admire Louis. He's not perfect - fuck, he's far from it - but I do admire him, even while his flaws are red flashing signs in front of my face. He doesn't have a flaw physically - not one I've been able to find - but there are a few problems on the inside. He's damaged goods and he comes with quite a bit of baggage, but I'm willing to carry his bags for him, just as long as he continues to cherish me in the ways he does.

He has a beautiful soul, and I often find myself wide awake at four in the morning thinking about him. That little bastard has wiggled his way into my life and he's oh-so-slowly building a nest to reside. Not that I'm complaining - I'd welcome his residency with open arms.

As I gaze at him now, watching as he uses a deep blue towel to wipe off the white streaks from my stomach, I can't help but be in slight awe of him. He's absolutely beautiful - slight stubble from not shaving for a couple of days scattered along his prominent jawline and upper lip. I want to trace the little hairs with my tongue, but I have a feeling that would lead to a round two - something we just don't have time for right now.

"You're staring," He mutters, his gaze momentarily flickering up to mine before he returns it to my abdomen. The gentle strokes of the fluffy towel are nearly making me shiver, my body still trying to recover from Louis' previous beautiful assault.

"Yes, I am," I grin, watching as he chuckles lightly and shakes his head. I love the tint of pink that's beginning to litter the tops of his cheeks. "It's hard not to."

"You're such a sap," He groans, standing from the couch as my stomach is now cleaned of any white residue. He has his briefs and sweats pulled up swiftly before giving me a tiny smile, grabbing the dirty towel and leaving the living room - probably to put it in the laundry.

I sit up on the couch, leaning forward to slide my briefs and jeans up my legs. I leave my belt unbuckled, not bothering with it at the moment. I pull my shirt down over my head and hang my jacket on the back of the couch, patiently waiting for Louis to return.

As I'm drumming my fingers on my knees, I feel the couch sag next to me. I grin, turning to the side and falling back, my head landing in my boyfriend's lap. I feel him chuckle against the side of my head, his small fingers slowly beginning to run through my hair.

"I'm throwing that couch out," Damien says as he enters the living room. "I'm burning it and then throwing it out."

"We didn't get anything anywhere," Louis defends, his index finger wrapping one of my curls around it's length.

"It's a white couch and your-.. your liquid is white, too! You couldn't even tell if you did or not!" Damien whines, plopping down onto the white chair off to the side.

"Exactly," I grin, turning my head to gaze at Damien. "You'll just have to take the risk of sitting in our liquid."

"I'm not gonna have to because I'm throwing it out, remember?" He huffs. "You guys are animals and you fuck like rabbits."