Lights Off, Lights On

"Fuck," Louis muttered, quickly palming himself through his joggers.
He dropped his head to the doorframe as he heard the telltale sound of climax coming from the bathroom. He let out a quiet, strangled moan, palming himself again as he heard the water stop running.
"Shit," Louis muttered, quickly moving back to his own bed and throwing himself on top of it. A minute later, Harry emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped round his waist, smiling brightly, nonchalantly.
"Morning, Lou."
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Louis can't get enough of listening to Harry touching himself.