quiet (larry stylinson au)

5. perfection

A/N I hope you guys like this story, I enjoyed writing it with my friend. It's been a pain to edit but it's worth it if people enjoy it. Thanks for reading and I love you xx -Katherine

The next morning Harry wakes up with a light weight on his chest. He looks down and sees Louis completely on top of him, still asleep. He can't help but feel slightly aroused since well, it's Louis. Louis wiggles in his sleep. His eyes slowly flutter open and he blushes deeply when he realizes he's completely on top of Harry. He yawns and nuzzles into his chest. "M-Morning," he smiles.

"Good morning, love" he says back smiling sweetly. "You slept well?" he can't help but grin slightly.

"Yes," he squeaks. "D-Do you want me to get o-off of y-you?" he asks embarrassed.

"Only if you're not comfortable with it..." he says, thinking that Louis might be too embarrassed to stay like this. He adds, "I like you on top of me, I bet you can tell." He smirks wiggling his eyebrows at him.

"I-I," he blushes and giggles nervously."I'm...comfortable," he grins and grinds lightly.

Harry's boner hardens as Louis grinds. He suddenly pulls the boy's face in and kisses his lips lightly, grinding back. Louis moans lowly and grinds harder. He realizes they're moving pretty fast but he doesn't mind. He feels like he's waited his whole life for Harry. Harry grabs Louis' arse in order to make their movements more accurate. Louis leans in and bites Harry's neck then grinds as quickly as he can. "Harry..." he groans as he cums in his boxers. He allows Harry to grind against him until he cums. After they both have cum, they remain on top of the one another gasping for air. When Harry gets some air and is actually able to breathe again, he proudly kisses Louis' slightly sweaty forehead.

Louis wants to say what they're both thinking. He wants to say he loves Harry. He knows it's too soon. It's true though. He thinks he fell in love the first time Harry spoke to him. He nuzzles close to Harry again despite the fact that he needs to change his boxers. He rolls off and takes a deep breath blushing, "C-Can I wear a pair of your b-boxers?"

"Sure, love. Seems like we both need a shower too..." he laughs and sits up. He looks at Louis and their eyes remain intertwined for what seems an eternity. He already feels love for the boy next to him. He's always known that he was special and now he can't even believe that this boy is his, he just feels lucky.

"I'm g-going to sh-shower," he says and kisses Harry's forehead.

He gets up and showers quickly eager to get back to his boyfriend. He turns off the shower, shivers, and grabs a towel, wrapping it around himself and walking back into the bedroom.

Harry is stunned. Louis' body is the sexiest body he's ever seen. He is always hidden under those oversized jumpers and Harry had no idea he was that fit. The drops of water running down his chest and hiding behind the towel are teasing Harry to the point he wishes the towel would disappear, "Louis, you're so handsome."

"Thanks..." he giggles. He's comfortable with his body so with his back facing Harry he simply lets the towel fall to the bedroom floor and slips on a pair of Harry's boxers. Harry's mouth opens widely the second Louis lets the towel fall to the floor. He can't help but stare at his round bum. He'd really like to stand up and grab it, feel the bare skin under his hand. Louis covers it in a moment and Harry comes out of his trance. "I need to shower," he says running to the bathroom before risking another erection. Louis blushes deeply as Harry rushes to the bathroom. He runs downstairs wanting to cook them breakfast. A few minutes later he is frowning at burnt pancakes.

When Harry finishes his shower and gets out of the bathroom, he's met with smell of something burnt. He worries and runs downstairs completely naked. Louis blushes when he sees Harry completely naked. He can't help but stare and bites his lip, "S-Sorry I'm not a great cook b-but I tried..."

Harry realizes that Louis has tried to make them breakfast. He smiles endeared and just looks at Louis with fondness in his eyes, "I really appreciate it, love." He steps forward to hug Louis but stops as he suddenly becomes aware of his nudity. "Oh, um, I'm sorry," he says looking down embarrassed.

"I-It's okay, don't be embarrassed. Your body is amazing," Louis smiles and looks down at the floor. "G-Go get dressed then m-maybe you can c-cook better p-pancakes."

Harry chuckles and goes back upstairs. He chooses dark skinny jeans and a red jumper and then he's downstairs again. He walks into the kitchen and without a word he goes to Louis and just kisses him. He licks into his mouth and their tongues meet. Louis gasps into Harry's mouth surprised but then kisses him back. He pulls back and hugs Harry. "I-I," he smiles blushing. Harry holds him but then pulls away.

"What?" he asks.

"N-Nevermind," he turns around.

Harry knows that Louis isn't ready to say what he wants so he doesn't push too much. "You know you can tell me," he randomly says, hugging him from behind. He places his head on Louis' shoulder and waits. He knows that Louis will tell him as soon as he's ready, but he still hopes he will tell him now.

He gets nervous and fidgets with the sleeves of the jumper he borrowed from Harry, "I-It's too soon..."

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me...I can wait," he smiles and pecks his cheek. He kind of imagines what Louis was going to say because it's all he's thinking about lately. He doesn't want to say it first because he doesn't want to rush things and make Louis feel obliged to say it back. So he'll wait.

"Thanks..." he says, happy that Harry understands. Louis loves Harry, he knows he does but he can't bring himself to say it just yet. "C-Could you make some pancakes?" Louis smiles lovingly.

"Sure love," he says and breaks the hug to go cook something edible.

"Yay!" Louis smiles. "I-I love pancakes."