Bluer Than Velvet Was The Night

Danger, danger. Louis isn't sure why, but all he can think about is danger. His heart beats are steady and he doesn't dare to move. The truth isn't pleasant now that he's aware of it and he's counting down from twenty. Harry snaps when he's down on nine, puts his glass of scotch down on the hardwood that encircles the pool table. Harry catches Louis closing his eyes and when he opens them again, he's met by Harry's, barely a meter away. They are soft but full of secrets that Louis dreads.

"Are you afraid of me?" Harry asks and takes a step closer and takes a hold of Louis' wrist. His touch is electric. All dangerous but arousing at the same time.

"No." Louis says and it comes out merely as a whisper. Then Louis feels a pair of soft but cold lips pressed against his neck and he closes his eyes for a second time.

"I trust you, Harry."