These fading beats [Larry Stylinson AU]

And so Louis jerks him off slowly and Harry moans into his neck with muscular arms braced on either side of his head, letting out grunts of satisfaction at having those lovely hands on him finally, those which he has desired so long. He wonders if Louis knows this, if this will become a thing after they’re safe from the snow. Maybe they will spend the rest of winter in each other’s arms surrounded by candles, drinking chocolate and bring heat to each other’s cheeks.
Maybe.