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Harry chuckles loudly at Louis' complaint, "No one made you wear them."

"Fuck off, there was no time to put them off," Louis replies and stands up from between Harry's legs. His cum is sticky and very uncomfortable, every move spreading the substance around his boxers. Louis cringes and looks around the room, "help me somehow."

"Wait, I am still enjoying my high."

"I didn't know I was that good," Louis comments and stops his eyes on the naked man lying in front of him. And he can't stop staring. Harry looks like a God himself. So smooth, so beautiful. His thighs and torso, huge hands and wet curls spread on the pillow. And that dick. Louis doesn't understand how Harry's dick can attract him the most. He just guesses Harry has those effects on straight people, too.

He just finished his grand plan, why is he feeling this way, then?

"Don't be so up to your ass, you literally lured me into bed and I didn't have any sexual relations for months, I would've come even if you were Niall," Harry says.

"You are so kind," Louis rolls his eyes, watching how Harry's lips form a cheeky teasing smile.

He can't help himself but lie on top of Harry again, ignoring the uncomfortable stickiness in his pants and kisses those plump sweet lips. As much as his inner him screams it's wrong for so many reasons, he can't stop. He even enjoys it a lot more than ever. Is it okay to call it a guilty pleasure from now on?

Their kiss is not as messy or heated as before, they just slowly kiss each other's lips, not even adding tongues. It is sweet and electrifying.

Harry can't believe he is doing this. The man kissing him is just a dick who thinks he knows the best. Harry is kissing a person who has no problem insulting him just because he knows he can, just because he has the money. But all those aspects are coming aside because it doesn't matter at this second. He is kissing a very attractive man. And a very rich man. He knows it sounds so wrong and he for sure is not a gold digger but knowing the man on top of him has an apartment with a stunning view is exciting. And also knowing maybe he can have yet another good dinner, why would he want to stop kissing him?

"You are just so pretty, Harry," Louis says in between the kisses and caresses the curly boy's cheek. Louis keeps peppering him with small, sweet kisses all over his mouth and jaw, making Harry getting excited down there yet again.

"How about you go take a shower?" Harry suggests just to avoid getting a full boner again, looking into Louis' eyes. The blue-eyed man smiles lightly and stands up again, giving a hand to help Harry, too. Harry doesn't mind putting anything on him, walking naked to his wardrobe. His back is facing Louis, the man can't help it but checks out Harry's bottom. His lips form a small smile, mind already making up scenarios for the next time. For the next time? You are fucked, Louis frowns to himself.

Unless, he can make this plan go on. Maybe he can experiment a little bit.

"I'll borrow you some of Niall's boxers he has here. He is always leaving some when we are having a sleepover. I bet he will have all his underwear in here soon and won't have any in his own place. Here- Are you looking at my butt?" Harry stops his rambling the second he turns around and catches Louis staring.

"Yes, it is a very nice one, too. What were you saying?" Louis answers proudly, not even hiding his actions. Harry rolls his eyes because that's exactly Louis' behaviour - arrogant and not caring about anything else, only just what benefits him. Louis feels mighty, he believes nothing can get him down.

"Here's Niall's boxers. I don't wear them so-"

"What are you wearing then?" Louis asks confusedly. What else can he wear?