Larry smut/one shots

Violets in the Field (smut)

"What do you love about me?" Harry asks.

Louis glances up at him through his eyelashes, a slow smirk spreading across his face. Harry clicks away with his camera, his heart quickening at the sight of Louis looking so mischievous. "Who says I do?"

"You do," Harry replies easily, capturing with his camera the way Louis' eyes dance when he teases Harry. "You tell me multiple times a day."

"Suppose I do," Louis says with a lazy smile.

Or, Harry and Louis have a photo shoot in a field of violets.                                                                                   by,casuallyhl.                                                                                                                                                                         ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"What do you love about me?" Harry asks.

Louis glances up at him through his eyelashes, a slow smirk spreading across his face. Harry clicks away with his camera, his heart quickening at the sight of Louis looking so mischievous. "Who says I do?"

"You do," Harry replies easily, capturing with his camera the way Louis' eyes dance when he teases Harry. "You tell me multiple times a day."

"Suppose I do," Louis says with a lazy smile.

Louis takes a moment to walk through the violets, fingertips running gently over the petals. The sun shines against his naked, golden body. "Love how kind you are," he begins, voice barely a murmur. He keeps looking down at the flowers, almost as if he's too shy to look up at Harry. "You always show so much kindness to everyone you meet, even if they're rude to you." He laughs quietly to himself before looking up at Harry, his eyes fond and nostalgic. "Was such an arsehole to you when we first met, but you were still so kind to me. It was like – I couldn't help it. There was an insanely gorgeous man standing right in front of me, and it was like I couldn't process it. How instantly attracted to you I was. So I was an arse."

Harry giggles behind the camera, finger repeatedly pressing down on the shutter. "Well, it was your arse I was attracted to at first," Harry teases, "so I didn't mind."

Louis grins cheekily, turning around slowly so that his arse faces the camera. "You still love it, don't you, baby?"

"It's my favorite part of you," Harry agrees automatically, taking photo after photo. No use denying the truth.

Louis throws his head back and laughs, exposing the column of his neck. "Why don't you get some nice photos of it then?"

Despite Louis' suggestion, Harry lowers the camera. Louis gives Harry a confused look, almost as if he thinks Harry doesn't want to photograph his bum. Absurd.

"I actually had a vision for this," Harry explains, leaning down to dig through his bag. His fingers stretch, searching for the small, cool tube. When his hand closes around it, Harry stands up with a satisfied smirk. Pulling his phone out, Harry opens up his camera app and flips it to selfie mode. His camera hanging around his neck, Harry carefully coats his lips in the shiny red substance. He rubs his lips together, making sure the lipstick covers his whole mouth.

When he looks back at Louis, he smiles at the sight. Louis has turned to watch Harry, his eyes trained on him, pupils blown and cock half-mast. Harry loves wearing makeup or dresses or lingerie for Louis – it's a special treat for both of them. He supposes it must be an automatic reaction for Louis seeing Harry in makeup – the promise that they'll make love soon after.