"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." - Louis can't get enough of listening to Harry touching himself.