Louis walked down the hallway, glancing into the mirror as he passed it. He stopped and backed up, looking at his face. 'A little rugged there, Louis, don't you think?' he thought to himself.
Harry just then came around the corner from the bedroom and spotted Louis checking himself out.
"Hey, Boo. Something wrong?" his curls fell into his eyes.
".. Yeah, I think I'm gonna shave though, looking a bit too caveman-ish." And Louis burst into laughter and stepped into the washroom.
"Nooooo," Harry mewled quietly. He was quite fond of Louis' prickly-ness. Something about it turned him on more than ever.
He followed Louis into the bathroom soundlessly and wrapped his arms around his lovers waist.
"I like your stubble though, Lou." he said quietly into the material of his boyfriend's shirt. "Keep it? Please? For me?"
"But Harry-"
"Please, Lou?"
"Wh-" Louis started saying but then Harry's lips were on his and he couldn't think straight.
At this point Louis was completely confuzzled. Why did Harry care so much about his unshaven-ness?
Harry deepened the kiss and then pressed Louis into the bathroom wall and h-
Oh.
Louis almost chuckled at the realization but then Harry rutted his hips against Louis' and let out a strangled moan/cry and all Louis' world revolved around was Harry and getting him to make that noise again.
"Harry," Louis said, his voice raspy and thick at the same time, "I love you and your quirks so much." Then their lips connected again and they explored each others mouths.
He slid a hand down over the hard bulge in his trousers, hearing Harry's breath hitch and then the younger boy moan with desire.
Louis kissed down Harry's neck, biting and sucking and pulling gutteral sounds from him, he pulled off Harry's shirt and marvelled at his boyfriend's body.
Harry keened as Louis' tongue grazed his muscles before reaching the top of his jeans.
"Louuuiiiis.." Harry whined and squirmed as Louis pulled the zipper on his trousers down with his teeth agonizingly slow.
Once his pants were on the floor, Louis palmed the hardness growing under his chin and Harry bucked his hips forward, stifling a moan with his hand.
"Please, Louis?" Harry begged from between clenched teeth. Sweat was starting to form on his forehead.
Louis pulled Harry's boxers down and Harry hissed in his breath as the cold air hit his rigid member.
Louis stroked his length once and then placed Harry's entire length into his mouth.
Harry couldn't hold back now and let lose a loud deep moan. Feeling Louis' soft pink lips around him and his scruffy chin brushing his sack was so much to handle, he had to stop himself from coming right then.
He looked down and saw Louis looking back up at him. Louis thought Harry looked like pure sex. All writhing and beautiful.
Harry was stunned for a second by Louis' beautiful blue eyes and long eye lashes fluttering and tickling his stomach.
"Finish me, Lou." Harry said and Louis made it his mission to leave Harry as a quaking, sweaty, sexed-out mess.
