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Something about being in a sundress on a picnic blanket with his lover makes Harry content.
The dress is white with tiny strawberries in a pattern over it, and fabric is rumpled slightly and bunched up near his waist. One of the straps is slouching off of his shoulder, but he can’t be bothered to care about it when he’s warmed from the sun and drifting in and out of a pleasant nap.
The sunglasses on his face are large with big, round white frames that sit perched on his nose. He has his hands folded and resting on his stomach with his ankles crossed, his head resting on the bare blanket underneath him. His sandals are somewhere in the grass, his feet bare with his toes painted a bright candy red.
His face is a bit scruffier than he normally likes it to be, but he thinks his mustache compliments his dress.
“You look pretty,” Louis says beside him, his voice gentle and calm.
Harry smiles with his eyes closed, a blush creeping over his sun pinkened skin and creeping down his torso. The compliment settles in his stomach and blooms there, the smile on his mouth growing. “Thank you,” he murmurs and opens his eyes. “You look nice, too.”
Louis is wearing a white tank top and cuffed jean shorts, sunglasses holding his hair back while he squints from the sun. He’s tan, tanner than Harry is, but the tops of his shoulders are turning pink and look warm to the touch. It’s almost golden hour, and he looks breathtaking.
Louis leans down and presses a closed mouth kiss to Harry’s lips, lingering for a moment before leaning away and smacking his lips together. “Strawberry?”
Harry rubs his lips together and feels the gloss slip between them. “I thought it was fitting,” he says while gesturing to his dress.
Louis licks his lips and laughs, “how does it look on me?” He asks and cocks his head to the side and does his best posh model pose.
Harry snorts and reaches over to lightly pinch his thigh, “you're ridiculous. But you pull it off quite well.”
They fall into a comfortable silence. The breeze is cool over his warm skin, and the sun is golden overhead. He sighs contentedly when he feels Louis place a hand under his dress to touch his bare thigh and travels upward. “Mm,” he hums when Louis’s hand continues on its path. He parts his thighs slightly to give him more access and pouts when Louis moves his hand back down his thigh, as if he’s petting him.
Louis settles on his side to lay beside Harry, leaning on his elbow with his head propped up on his hand. He continues petting Harry’s skin with his opposite hand, the movement causing his dress to ruck up slightly on his side.
“Feels nice,” Harry comments and lifts one hand from where it rested on his tummy to reach over and thread his fingers in Louis’s hair.
“Yeah?” Louis murmurs and trails his hand up to Harry’s buttocks, holding the cheek in his palm before trailing his hand to the bend of his knee and pulls it over his leg.
Harry twists to lay on his side and settles into his new position. He removes his hand from Louis’s hair and brings it down to caress his neck. He takes off his sunglasses and sets them in the grass. “Well, hello.”
Louis smiles at him, fingers gently kneading the flesh of his calf. “Can I kiss you?”
Harry’s stomach flutters. Louis knows he doesn’t have to ask, but it gives him butterflies just the same as it did ten years ago. “Yeah,” he says and uses the hand caressing his neck to pull him in.
Louis leans over him as their lips meet. The kiss is soft and tender at first, lips and soft swipes of tongue. Louis tastes like the white wine and strawberries they’d been drinking and snacking on during their picnic.
Harry fully wraps his leg around Louis and makes a pleasant sound when his hand moves to grip his buttocks. His dress rides further up his side and exposes his skin to the sun, the feeling of sudden warmth paired with the way Louis is kissing him causes a moan to form in his throat.
Louis pushes one of his thighs between Harry’s legs, and the bare skin of Louis’s leg against his groin makes him sigh into his mouth. He’s only wearing a pair of cotton womens underwear, and the friction from Louis’s leg is slowly making him hard. The fabric hardly contains his dick, and it starts to slip out the side the harder he gets.
He pulls away for a moment to catch his breath, but Louis continues leaving kisses on his cheek and down his neck while simultaneously moving his leg minutely.
“Lou,” he whimpers and threads his fingers through Louis’s hair. “Fuck, I’m already hard,” he moans, with a small embarrassed giggle as how fast he was riled up, and starts absentmindedly grinding on his leg. He hangs on to him by his hair, his other hand moving to grab Louis’s opposite shoulder.
“And wet,” Louis murmurs and presses his leg up slightly more.
Harry blushes, because it’s not a lie. His cock is already leaking, weeping precum at the tip and soaking his panties. Being outside adds an extra bit of thrill, even if they’re on their own several acres of private property.
“Are you wet for me, darling?” Louis asks against his neck, some skin bitten between his teeth as he works on leaving a mark. He laps his tongue over the indents his teeth have left, making Harry shiver.
“So wet ,” Harry sighs and increases the speed of his hips. He tightens his grip in Louis’s hair and lets out a staccato breath when Louis moves his hand inside his underwear.
Harry rolls over so he’s now on top of him, straddling his thigh. He thrusts his hips shallowly and sits up fully, resting his hands on his own thighs where his dress has ridden up.
Louis puts both hands in his underwear and follows each movement of Harry’s hips.
“You look so pretty, H,” Louis moans, “beautiful. Just beautiful, darling.”
Harry’s face heats, but not from the sun. He closes his eyes, turning his face towards the sky as he steadily rides Louis’s thigh.
“I’m already close,” he whines embarrassingly, feeling that familiar heat pool below his belly button.
“What if I said you couldn’t come?” Louis asks, still guiding Harry’s grinds forward.
Harry let’s out a choked whine and slows his hips. He turns his head back down and whimpers with an attitude, “that’s mean.”
“Would you be a good girl and listen? Would you be good for me?”
Harry wants to put up a fight, he wants to be a brat and say that Louis isn’t the boss of him. But, there’s no use in lying. And when Louis calls him a good girl, it’s all he can do not to melt into a puddle of goo.
“I’d be a good girl,” Harry moans, and his cock blurts out more precum as it throbs. “I’d listen, mm ,” his train of thought is interrupted by Louis’s grip tightening. “I’d listen to you. I’ll be your good girl,” he sighs, voice climbing higher and higher of its own volition.
Louis takes his hands from his underwear and moves them over Harry’s thighs slowly. “This dress,” he moans, low and gravelly, “stunning.” Harry can feel his hardon against his thigh, and he blushes when he salivates at the thought of it in his mouth.
“Want you inside me,” Harry practically purrs, his aching cock smearing precum on Louis’s skin. His length is sticking out from the side of panties and peeks out from the bunched up hem of the dress, long and thick, the head slightly out from his foreskin. “Want you in my mouth, want you everywhere, want you to fill me up, fuck, Louis ,” he gasps, his voice high and airy. “I’m so close already,” he whines, feeling one of Louis’s hands wrap around his cock.
Louis smirks up at him, dipping his thumb into Harry’s foreskin to swirl over the sensitive head of his cock.
He hisses and forces himself to stop grinding his hips, lifting slightly from Louis’s leg at the stimulation. He digs his thumb into his tip, causing a high, needy moan to spill over Harry’s strawberry glossed lips.
“Lou- Louis- mm,” he sighs and wriggles in place.
Louis relents and strokes him slowly, long and careful pumps up and down his length. He sits up slowly, causing Harry to essentially sit in his lap.
Harry feels dirty like this, in a way that makes his cock throb and cheeks feel hot. His panties are pulled to the side, his dress wrinkled and bunched up with the straps falling off his shoulders.
Louis’s hand keeps a steady, teasing rhythm with one hand with the other still grips one of his ass cheeks. He leans in, mouth pressed to Harry’s ear.
The noise of Louis’s hand on his cock is slick and wet, his hips gently thrusting into his grip on their own accord, chasing release. His head lolls to the side as Louis starts murmuring, lips not leaving his ear.
“You like this, don’t you?” His voice is gruff and low, and Harry shivers. He wraps his arms around Louis’s neck while nodding.
“Yes, I like it so much,” he groans and laces his fingers through Louis’s hair. “I want you inside me,” he murmurs again hotly and relishes in Louis’s horny moan. “Wanna feel you split me in half,” he turns his head to catch Louis’s open mouth in what can hardly be called a kiss. “I want you to come inside me,” he whines and sucks his boyfriend's bottom lip. “Give it to me, please,” he babbles and quivers with want.
“You—“ Louis groans and moves quickly, swiftly flipping Harry onto his back so he’s pinned beneath him. “You raunchy, nasty little whore,” he sneers and attacks his mouth in a fervent kiss.
“Fuck me,” Harry says, voice high and light, equal parts desperate and enticing. “I want you so bad.”
Louis licks into Harry’s open, moaning mouth and sucks his tongue. He grinds his cock against him, still confined in his shorts, against the back of Harry’s bare thigh.
Harry’s attitude cracks slightly, his brows furrowing while he goes a little cross eyed from his tongue being slurped in Louis’s mouth. He kisses him back, whimpering when Louis bites his bottom lip and pulls away slowly.
“C’mere,” he whines, craving to be even closer.
Louis sits up and caresses Harry’s face in his hand, the scruff fuzzy in his palm. He has some sparkly powder dusting his cheekbones, the iridescent makeup glittering in the sunlight.
Harry suddenly turns bashful under Louis’s gaze, eyes fluttering shut as he turns his face into his palm.
Louis swipes his thumb over Harry’s glittery cheekbone before leaning over to their picnic basket to rifle around before grabbing what he was looking for.
“You put lube in our picnic basket?” Harry snorts, feeling utterly silly as he giggles in such a compromised position.
Louis chortles a little bit too, shimmying out of his shorts and briefs before resettling on his knees, admiring Harry’s pressed together thighs.
“Well, I figured you’d be gagging for it. Can’t ever get enough, can you?” Louis asks and squirts some lube into his hand before rubbing it on the crease of Harry’s pressed together thighs.
Harry looks at him, slightly confused, his hole clenching as some excess lube slides down his thighs and dribbles over it.
“What..”
He gasps, thought cut short as Louis’s heavy, thick cock slides between his thighs.
“Oh! Ah..!”
He stretches his arms above his head as Louis thrusts shallowly, getting his dick wet with lube.
“What's the matter? Feels quite good to me,” he says, a smirk audible in his voice as he holds Harry’s legs together by his bent knees.
“You’re so mean ,” Harry groans, flexing his feet as Louis begins to shallowly fuck his thighs. His cock is slick and warm against his skin, and he whines petulantly when he can feel it throb. Harry presses his thighs together even tighter, smirking smugly at the way Louis’s hips stutter for a moment.
“You’re a cocktease, you know that?” Louis laughs breathlessly, continuing his slow, tortuous pace fucking the soft, slick skin between Harry’s lubed up thighs.
“Why are you being mean?” Harry asks, properly whining now.
“Why are you being a brat?” Louis asks, mocking his tone by pitching his voice up a tick.
Harry brings his arms down and moves a hand under Louis’s shirt to feel the warm skin under his palm. “Because I want you inside me,” he sighs, breathy and light, “daddy,” he adds on.
Louis groans and pauses for a moment. He thrusts shallowly, pushing his cock far enough between his legs that the shining head peeks out on the opposite side.
Harry uses his other hand to gently trace his index finger over it, eliciting a soft hiss from Louis. He swirls his index finger in a circle with gentle pressure.
“Feel good?” Harry asks, high and dreamy, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Fuck off,” Louis laughs and pulls back, and Harry finds himself frowning at the loss of pressure between his thighs.
“You want me inside you, sweetness?” Louis asks, releasing his thighs from his grip and watching his legs part and spread open, splaying limply to the sides with his knees bent and feet still dangling above the blanket
Harry, a bit dazed, licks his lips and suddenly forgets how to speak.
“You’ve got to use your words, darling.”
“Um,” he says eloquently, “yeah,” a tad more sure of himself, “yes.”
Louis reaches for the lube and casually coats his fingers generously and shakes his head with mild disapproval. “Doesn’t seem like it,” he says as he pulls Harry’s panties down his thighs and off one leg, leaving them to dangle off of his right ankle. He then brings his index and middle fingers to Harry’s hole, making him gasp and curl his toes as Louis swirls his fingers over his hole to smear the lube around, teasing his rim. “Because if you did,” he hums and moves his fingers up to press against his taint, “I’d assume you’d have some manners, don’t you think?”
Harry groans and puts his hands over his face and hides there, flushed and overwhelmed. His thighs twitch as Louis starts to play with his taint and occasionally brush over his balls, neglecting his hole and cock entirely.
“Which is a shame,” he says, fingers trailing back down to his hole to apply featherlight pressure, just enough to make Harry sigh a needy sound. “Because I want to pull your panties to the side and bend you in half.”
Harry lets out a load moan, grinding his hips down with a whine, “ fuck , okay,” he concedes, his attitude fading as desperation takes hold. He doesn’t even quip about his panties already being off.
“Daddy,” he says sweetly, removing his hands from his face to peer at Louis between his legs. “I want you inside me,” he bats his eyelashes a little, just to rile him up. “Please,” he breathes. “Please fuck me.”
Louis’s lips are parted slightly by the time Harry is finished, but he presses his index finger past his rim as soon as please was uttered. “That’s a good girl,” he says and watches Harry melt. He gently fingers him, allowing him to get used to the intrusion, leaning down to press his lips to the tip of Harry’s leaking cock. “My good girl..” He murmurs against the delicate skin.
He jumps and nearly knocks Louis in the head with his thighs at the surprise contact, grabbing a fistful of his hair and letting his thighs relax once more. He exhales a long, high whimper as Louis merely kisses his cock, tongue occasionally smoothing over his skin to lap up some precum. He adds his middle finger alongside the other and begins to curl them, his warm tongue still teasing the head of Harry’s cock that sticks out from his foreskin slightly.
“Daddy,” he groans and pulls at his hair slightly, grinding his hips upward to hopefully get Louis to put his cock in his mouth. He spreads his legs a touch wider and uses the hand not in Louis’s hair to toy with one of his nipples under his dress.
Louis hums, the vibrations against Harry’s cock sending shivers over his body. Louis starts fingering him with more vigor, thumb pressed to his taint while he fucks in and out.
“If you’re down there you might as well suck me off,” Harry says, cheeky, a rosy flush dusting his cheeks and nose.
Louis presses a gentle peck to Harry’s cock and looks up at him through his eyelashes, “oh, I might as well, huh?”
Harry grins at him with closed lips, and he can feel his cheeks dimple.
Louis slowly adds a third finger while using his opposite hand to gently curl around Harry’s cock and guides the tip into his mouth.
“Mmph! ” Harry moans, the hand not in Louis’s hair clapping over his mouth. He thrusts his hips up slightly, chasing the warmth of Louis’s mouth. “Daddy,” he sighs and puts both hands in Louis’s hair, pushing it out of his face so he can watch him suck him off, frustratingly slow.
Louis pulls off Harry’s cock and strokes him gently from root to tip, pulling his foreskin back to place a lingering kiss to the head as he angles his fingers to press against Harry’s prostate.
"Oh! ” Harry gasps, back arching off the blanket, the hands on Louis’s head pulling his hair, toes curling while his thighs quake. “Okay, okay,” he whines, “I’m good— I’m ready.”
Louis cruelly crooks his fingers again and gives Harry’s cock a few slow strokes before releasing it from his grasp. He leans down and sucks some kisses onto the plush softness of his middle, nibbling a bit at the soft skin there. “Dunno, baby,” he murmurs and continues kissing the trail of hair under Harry’s navel. “You’re so tight, how am I gonna fit?” He asks, turning his wrist as he stretches him out.
“Please,” Harry begs, desperate and sweating. They’re mostly in the shade, but Harry can feel himself getting sticky with exertion. “I— Louis ,” he groans, struggling to find words to articulate himself. “Please, daddy, just— something ,” he whines and grinds his hips down.
“Mm,” Louis hums and carefully extracts his fingers and reaches for the lube once more, squirting a dollop into his palm before tugging on his own cock, spreading it over his length. “Quite like the sound of that,” he says, bringing Harry to him by gripping around his thighs and pulling him down. He smirks and uses one hand to position his cock over Harry’s hole, grinding slowly to tease and spread around the lube that’s dripping down Harry’s crack and onto the blanket.
“You’re so mean,” Harry whines and wraps his legs around Louis’s waist, attempting to pull him forwards. “What gives? Why aren’t you fucking me yet?” He huffs, desperate and bratty as his hole flutters under Louis’s shaft.
Louis grips his cock and taps it a few times over Harry’s hole, “maybe I should fuck your thighs again if you’re just going to be a brat,” he says and snubs the head of his cock against Harry’s rim, just barely catching on the ring of muscle.
Harry shakes his head and clenches his fists at his sides, ”no, no, I’m sorry,” he whimpers and arches his back. “I’ll stop being a brat,” it's an empty promise, “I’ll be good.”
Without any warning or preamble, Louis pushes his cock inside, inching in slowly. He hisses through his teeth and bottoms out, smoothing his hands up and down the fuzzy hair on Harry’s thighs. “Damn, baby,” he groans and moves his hips slightly, allowing both of them to adjust to the new feeling.
Harry slaps a hand down onto the blanket and involuntarily grabs a fistful of it, his other hand squeezing his entire pec, the plush flesh soft and tender in his palm. “ Ooh , fucking fuck ,” he’s panting now, legs pulling Louis in even deeper. The hand that’s fisted in the blanket flies to his mouth, covering it to stifle his noises.
“None of that,” Louis scolds and leans over him, fully sheathing Harry on his cock. He hovers over him and props himself up with his hands on either side of his head, staring directly into his eyes. “Take your hand away, I wanna hear you,” he says and thrusts once. “Play with your tits instead,” he grins and starts a slow rhythm, rolling his hips and jostling Harry’s body with each one.
“Mmpph,” Harry sighs, high and needy, and obeys. He places both of his hands under the thin straps of his dress and places them on his pectorals and squeezes the flesh there, massaging it and tweaking at his nipples.
“How’s it feel, babygirl?” Louis asks as if he’s completely unphased.
Harry cries out and feels too overwhelmed to speak for a moment, “good.”
Louis chuckles and angles his hips, propelling a calculated thrust into Harry’s prostate. “Just good? C’mon, love, you were just talking all that shit a minute ago.”
Harry feels tears prick his eyes, his entire body warm with desire. “So fucking good,” he gasps. He makes a small, needy sound and reaches to grab Louis’s waist, stroking up and down his sides and scratches down his back when Louis repeats each deliberate thrust. “You fuck me so— mm— so good.”
Louis has sweat beading up on his hairline, but he raises an eyebrow, “I fuck you so well .”
Harry’s so baffled that Louis has the capacity to correct his grammar that he laughs, “oh, fuck off.”
“I thought you said you were done being a brat?”
Harry groans and clenches around Louis, thighs bracketing his hips to keep him close. “You like it when I’m a brat,” he grins, dimples in his cheeks as he grins slyly.
Louis laughs softly and quickens his pace, effectively shutting Harry up. “Feel that?” He says softly, eyes hooded. He props himself up on one arm, bicep flexing, while he lifts his other hand and pressed down firmly on Harry’s stomach. “Do you feel me, babygirl?”
Harry involuntarily sucks in when he gasps, making the sensation even more intense. He claws at Louis’s back and chokes on a moan, hips grinding upwards to meet his thrusts. “I feel you in my fucking stomach, daddy— I—“ he groans and lets out stocatto moans with each pound inside, cut off little mm, mm, mm, mm ’s.
“Does it feel good?” Louis asks, smug when Harry can’t even form a word to respond, stares at him slack jawed and moaning. “Yeah, it feels good,” he answers for him. “I know,” he coos when Harry makes a choked crying sound, heels digging into the small of his back.
“Look,” Louis pants, removing his hand and nodding towards Harry’s stomach. “Look at yourself.”
Harry glances down and bites his lips together to stifle an embarrassingly loud moan. He can see Louis inside of him, his toned stomach bulged out minutely, shrinking and growing in length with each thrust in and out.
“What the fuck,” Harry gasps, drawing out the vowel. “I can see you in me— feels so— so— “ He loses more control, wanton, hands going to cover his face, overwhelmed with how intensely Louis is staring at him.
Louis leans in and gently bites Harry’s index finger, prompting him to come out of hiding from behind his palms to caress Louis’s stubbled face instead and kiss him hard. Their teeth clack together at first, desperate, tongues meeting messily. Louis moves to lower himself, propped up on his elbows now, merely moving his lower body to steadily fuck the sense out of his boyfriend.
“Can I,” Harry’s cut off by his own moan. “Can I— oh, fuck— come? Please? I’m— I— I— mmnnh ,” he cries out, high pitched, hardly making sense as Louis swallows his moans by sealing his mouth over his again.
Harry hiccups but kisses back, so needy, he is, and laces his fingers through Louis’s hair. “Ba— by ,” he whines, his words cut off in the middle by a brutal, calculated thrust. “I can’t last when you’re fucking me like this,” he whines, muffled into Louis’s mouth.
Louis relents for a moment, burying himself to the hilt and grinds his hips slowly. “Do you wanna finish on your back, pumpkin?” He asks softly, moving his hand to bring his palm to Harry’s cheek, thumb stroking over the delicate skin of his cheekbone.
“I wanna finish ,” he chortles and leans into his touch, giggling as he pecks Louis’s lips again. “Kinda wanted to get on top, though,” he purrs, lightly dancing his fingertips over Louis’s shoulder blades. “Maybe pull my dress down so you can watch my tits bounce while I ride you,” he kisses Louis’s chin, down his jaw, “make myself come on your cock,” down the side of his neck, “and let you finish inside me,” and ghosts his open mouth back up his neck and nibbles on his earlobe.
Louis rolls his hips slowly, the sound of their slick skin slapping once more. He takes a moment to compose himself, Harry’s glossed, sticky lips over his skin and biting his ear making his mind go blank for a moment. He takes a deep breath and turns his face, dipping down to bite the junction where Harry’s neck meets his shoulder. “Yeah?” His voice is merely a rumble in his throat, “you want to show me how good you can ride this dick?” He asks, Harry’s head lolling to the side as Louis presses slow, goosebump producing kisses over his skin. He jabs another sharp thrust suddenly, and Harry chokes out a moan. “Think you can last that long?”
Harry whines and wraps his arms around Louis’s back, nails digging into the already scratched up skin, “I’m so close,” he whines. He does want to ride him, but his cock is neglected and aching, wedged between their stomachs and wet with precum. Louis’s face is still buried in his neck, his body a solid weight on top of him, hips still rolling in a steady rhythm.
“Gonna come for me?” Louis asks, voice muffled against the sweaty skin of Harry’s neck. “You gonna come, my love?”
One of Harry’s hands reaches for Louis’s ass, the other moving to his feathery hair and clenches it tight in his fist. “ Yeah ,” he whines, so high, so delicate. His legs are limply wrapped around him, jostling and bouncing slightly with each movement of Louis’s body. Abruptly, “I’m coming,” he gasps, fingers digging into the meat of Louis’s ass and pulling his hair tighter. Head turned to the side, he lets out a long, high moan, toes curled and body stiff; eerily silent before he throws his head back and shudders violently, gasping for air as his cock spurts between them. The pressure on his prostate and the feeling of his dick wedged between their warm stomachs too much for him to hold off any longer.
“Ooh my— ff— mm—“ he’s delirious, eyes pinched shut and mouth agape.
“That’s it,” Louis encourages, keeping the same pace, fucking him through it with his hands linked under Harry’s head, mouth still working on his neck. “That’s a good girl, look at you,” he moans, thighs shaking a bit with the way Harry’s orgasm makes him clench down. He supports himself on one elbow, bringing one hand down to grip one of Harry’s ass cheeks and smack it once. “Beautiful, H,” he gets a tad sloppy, his own climax approaching.
Harry’s cock is still twitching, spurting out a few more drops as he twitches through aftershocks. “Come inside me,” he gasps, both hands going down to grab Louis’s ass. “Give it to me,” he pants, babbling. He strokes his hands up and down Louis’s back, “I want it, please , daddy,” he begs wantonly.
Louis’s timed and precise thrusts turn sloppy, stomach sticky with Harry’s release, body throbbing and tacky with sweat. He turns his head to blindly bite and suck Harry’s neck, leaving bruises in the sensitive, tender skin.
“Gonna come,” Louis says in one quick breath, hips stuttering and stilling once flush with Harry’s skin, a long groan exhaled against the damp skin of Harry’s neck.
Harry squeezes down on him, tightening his legs to milk his cock through the aftershocks. He massages his asscheeks and grabs hold of the thick flesh, feeling the muscles flex as he lets his hands rest there and minutely guide him through his orgasm. “Feels so good..” he says, dreamy.
Louis goes limp on top of him, a quiet laugh rumbling in his throat. “You’ve got a sailor's mouth.”
“You’re one to talk, Mr.,” he puts on a low voice with a piss poor northern accent to mimic Louis, “ ‘yeah it feels good, I know’ ,” he guffaws. His body language betrays his attitude though, he’s moved his hands from Louis’s buttocks to stroke up his sweaty back to the back of his head. “Are you gonna kiss me or what?” He asks impatiently.
Louis doesn’t even have a snarky reply, he just props himself up on his elbows and nudges his nose against Harry’s, turning his head slightly and slotting their lips together. Harry’s hands move to caress his cheeks, sliding his tongue with Louis’s in tandem. Harry bites at his bottom lip, tugging slightly before diving back in to needily suck on his tongue. Wet smacking sounds fill the air around them, their kiss turning sweet and soft.
“Gonna pull out, okay?” Louis murmurs into Harry’s mouth before gently running a hand up and down his thigh.
Harry nods and wraps his arms around Louis’s neck, keeping him close. He exhales softly when Louis pulls out, and he can feel his load slowly leaking out of him.
“Always such a mess,” he huffs.
Louis’s grin is goofy, “you begged me, like, a million times to come inside you.”
Harry rolls his eyes and unravels himself from Louis and sits up slowly, “and I’ll do it again. What’s your point?”
Louis chortles and rolls over onto his side onto the blanket. “Let’s go inside,” he suggests. “As nice as it is out here, I’m sweaty and kind of want a shower.”
Harry grumbles, “well, are you going to be a gentleman and help me up?”
Louis grins and props himself up on an elbow and takes Harry in for a moment. Harry’s dress is a wrinkled mess, one strap off of his shoulder and the majority of it bunched around his waist. He’s got cum on his stomach, and his panties are still looped around his ankle.
Harry turns shy under his gaze. “What?” He asks, pink cheeked.
Louis puts his hand on his inner thigh and spreads it open, Harry bending his leg easily to give him access. Louis gently cups his balls and massages them gently in his palm, making Harry jump and hiss for a moment before it devolves into a soft moan.
“Lou..”
Louis leans down and presses his mouth to Harry’s, his hand moving lower to press his index and middle finger to his stretched, puffy rim. He doesn’t push inside, just swirls his fingers over his wet hole, feels his cum seep out and dribble down his crack onto the picnic blanket.
Harry presses a kiss to the corner of Louis’s mouth, “let’s go inside,” he breathes. He presses another peck to his lips, “shower up,” another peck, “maybe some of that riding I mentioned earlier..” a smirk pulls at his mouth.
Louis chuckles against his lips and moves his hand from his hole to gently grip Harry’s thigh, “you’ve got such a way with words.”
After a mutual shower with some gentle groping and lazy washing they collapse into bed, nude, holding each other with neither able to keep their hands off the other.
Harry seems to have caught the cuddle bug, because he’s essentially on top of him, gripping his chin in his hand and rubbing his cheeks on both sides of Louis’s face.
“Are you..” Louis laughs, eyes closed, enjoying the feel of Harry’s skin on his. “Are you rubbing on me like a cat?”
Harry laughs airily, not even faltering with his movements. “So what if I am? What’s it to you?”
“Nothing, nothing,” Louis snorts and smooths a hand over Harry’s side. “Don’t stop on account of me.”
Harry rubs his forehead on his before leaning in to press a kiss onto his mouth, close lipped, a small smile pulling at his lips. He gently nudges his shoulder, gently urging Louis to lay on his back before swinging a leg over his hips to straddle him.
Louis grins, hands resting in Harry’s hip dips while he gets kisses peppered from his mouth to his cheeks and down his neck.
Louis’s cock starts to fatten up in interest, Harry’s buttocks resting on his lap.
Harry sits up and rests his full weight on him, sighing contentedly at the feeling of Louis’s dick resting against his crack. “You’re so easy,” he laughs.
Louis scoffs good naturedly and rubs his hands on Harry’s fuzzy thighs. “Speak for yourself,” he retorts, bringing his hand to Harry’s semi. He traces his fingers along Harry’s length, watching it twitch and harden. He wraps his hand around it and gently strokes him, twisting his hand on the upstroke while it throbs in his palm with each slow pull.
Harry smirks and pushes his hips forward for more friction, “I like being on top,” he says resolutely. “Gives me more control.”
Louis raises his eyebrows. “You want to be in control?”
Harry shrugs and leans forward to grab the bottle of lube from Louis’s bedside table. “So what if I do?”
Louis puts his hands up in defeat then rests them behind his head and regards Harry with an amused expression. “Be my guest.”
Harry bites his bottom lip and suddenly turns bashful, falling forward and face planting into Louis’s neck and hides there, muffling a giggle into his skin, “you’re such an asshole.”
Louis guffaws and moves his hands so he can rest them on Harry’s thighs again.
“I didn’t even do anything!”
“You gave me a look .”
“So I can’t look at you while you’re sitting in my lap naked? Noted.”
Harry snorts and sits up again, playfully slapping his chest. “You suck.”
“And swallow,” he replies with a wink.
Harry barks a laugh then, a raucous honking sound. “I’m trying to be sexy and you’re ruining it!”
Louis chuckles and runs his hands over Harry’s thighs and trailing them to his ass. “Aw, baby,” he croons, “you don’t have to try, you’re always sexy.”
Harry’s face is soft with a fond expression, but he still chortles. “You’re an annoying sap and I hate you.”
“Love you too,” Louis hums and kneads the flesh gripped in his palms, gently moving his hips up to bump his hardon against Harry’s ass.
With a smirk, Harry uncaps the lube and squeezes a dollop onto his fingers. “Do you think I’m still loose from earlier?” He purrs and reaches behind himself, rising up on his knees slightly, and exhales as he sinks two fingers inside with ease.
Louis bites his lip and pulls his cheeks apart, “tell me, baby,” he murmurs and looks up into Harry’s eyes.
Harry’s jaw drops slightly, an airy moan slipping past his lips. “Yeah,” he breathes, crooking his fingers and grinding down onto his hand. “Love it when you touch me,” he murmurs and fingers himself with more purpose.
Louis smiles and squeezes his ass, pulling his cheeks apart once more. “And I love touching you,” he says, “what a match, we are.”
Harry grins and slowly extracts his fingers from himself, rubbing the same fingers in a swirling motion over his taint before reaching behind himself to grab Louis’s dick and stroke him slowly and spread the excess lube on his hand over it.
“Do you like that?” Harry asks, thrusting his hips forward slightly into Louis’s loose grip.
“Mhm,” Louis hums, a low, gravelly sound. He strokes downward, the head of Harry’s cock revealed from under his foreskin, shining and slowly leaking precum. “See that?” He murmurs, “see how wet you are for me?”
Harry peers down at his dick in Louis’s hand and lets out a small whimper. “Mhm,” he whines and weakly thrusts forward. He lets out a small, airy laugh. “Fuck, I’m so horny. Didn’t we just have sex, like, two hours ago?”
Louis grins and continues stroking him, “give or take. No shame in being randy, hm?”
Harry bites his lip and smiles with a nod. “Can I ride you?” He asks, voice hardly above a whisper. “Can I ride you, daddy?”
Louis’s grip tightens involuntarily on Harry’s dick, his other hand firmly squeezing his hip. “Yeah,” he replies, a rush of air. “Fuck yeah, baby.”
Harry bites his lip and shivers, rubbing the tip of Louis’s cock over his hole until it snags on his rim. He locks his gaze on Louis’s, maintaining eye contact as he guides his cock into his hole, slowly lowering himself until he’s sitting in Louis’s lap, cock snuggly inside him. Once he’s fully seated he swirls his hips in a slow circle, mouth hanging open in a silent moan.
“Shiiiiit ,” Louis groans and digs his fingers into Harry’s hips. “So sexy, baby, just beautiful,” he murmurs and grinds up gently.
Harry turns pink, the light flush traveling down his torso. He grinds forwards slightly and exhales a whine, “so deep,” he says, almost absentmindedly. He leans back and puts his hands on Louis’s knees, a lazy smile spreading on his mouth at the change in angle. The smile turns into a smirk, “look,” he says and sucks in slightly, the bulge of Louis’s cock visible through his stomach. “See that, daddy?”
Louis sputters for a moment, because this is surely payback for the same thing he had said to Harry earlier. He watches the slight bulge shrink and grow as Harry grinds his hips, his fingers digging into the meat of Harry’s thighs.
"Fuck, yeah,” he moans and guides his hips forwards and back. “Does it feel good?”
Harry nods, bottom lip caught in his teeth before he leans forward and puts his hands on his own thighs, right on top of Louis’s.
“C’mon, love,” Louis says and swipes his thumbs over Harry’s skin. “Bounce a little, let me see you.”
Harry whines and nods, eyes locked on Louis’s as he slowly begins to raise and lower himself on his knees. He builds a steady rhythm, faint sounds of their skin slapping together fill the room.
Louis bites his lips together and trails his hands up Harry’s torso, “damn,” he exhales and cups his hands along the undersides of Harry’s pecs.
Harry peers down and watches the soft flesh of his pectorals bounce with each rise and fall of his hips, Louis’s hands holding under them. He swipes the pads of his thumbs over Harry’s sensitive nipples and earns a quiet hiss, the steady bouncing faltering for a moment.
“You’ve got such sensitive tits..” Louis says quietly and squeezes them in his palms, moving to pinch the tender buds of his nipples between his fingers.
“Mm! ” Harry gasps and shivers as Louis smooths his thumbs over his red, sensitive nipples.
He brings his hands down to settle on his waist again, “fuck , Haz, look at you,” he groans and watches Harry’s pecs bounce with each rise and fall of his body on his cock.
Harry takes a deep breath and stills for a moment, taking a second to push his hair out of his face with a huff. “This shit is exhausting,” he exhales a laugh and swirls his hips again. “Wanna see if I can spell coconut?”
Louis laughs and raises his eyebrows, “what are you talking about? What’s coconut got to do with—“ he’s cut off by Harry quickly swiveling his hips in a half circle.
“C..” Harry exhales then makes a slow, deliberate circle. “O..”
Louis groans and thrusts upwards, “you’re— spelling..?” He loses his train of thought, his hands still digging into his waist. By the time Harry gets to the letter “U” Louis is sweating bullets.
“T,” Harry cries out and falls forward, supporting his weight on outstretched arms, hands resting by Louis’s head.
“You..” Louis says, panting devolving into a chuckle. “You can definitely spell coconut, love,” he laughs and pets along his sides, up to his shoulder blades and down his waist again. “Where the fuck did you learn that?”
Harry’s grin is lopsided and genuine, “the internet,” he says sweetly and leans down for a closed lipped kiss.
Louis smirks and repositions himself slightly, planting his feet on the bed before thrusting upwards abruptly.
It startles Harry enough to make him collapse onto his elbows, his popped mouth open in surprise. A delayed moan slips out of his open mouth, words getting lost on his tongue.
“Does that feel good?” Louis whispers in his face, their eyes locked.
“Uh huh,” Harry whimpers, toes curling when Louis fucks inside him again. He looks obscene, his lips swollen and wet as they part in a moan.
Louis grabs Harry’s ass and plants a firm smack onto the right cheek, causing Harry to yelp and pinch his eyebrows together.
“That feels so fucking good,” he practically growls, followed by an overwhelmed and suppressed squeal while he grinds down to meet his thrusts. “How are you so.. I can’t..” he knows he’s not making any sense, but it makes Louis grin.
Louis smirks and smacks the same cheek again, “yeah? You like being spanked? Say it. Tell me you like being spanked.”
His answer is immediate. “I like being spanked,” he moans, staccato each time Louis slams into him. “I like being spanked,” he babbles and cries out after Louis lands two quick smacks to his left cheek.
“Yeah, you do,” Louis growls and smacks his right and left cheek in quick succession, and he can feel the flesh swell and heat under his palms after gripping both cheeks and smacking them again at the same time.
Louis finds his mouth and bites his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before giving him a slow kiss. They calm down a bit and grind against one another before Louis speaks up. “Wanna sit up? Both of us.”
Harry whines when Louis takes his mouth off of his to speak but nods nonetheless, “please.”
Louis slips out of him as they reposition themselves. He leans back against the headboard that’s flush to the wall, back supported by several pillows while Harry settles in his lap again. It feels much closer like this, much more intimate.
Less like fucking, and more like making love.
Harry holds Louis’s face with one hand while the other reaches behind and slowly puts his cock back inside. His brows pinch together as his mouth falls open, head falling forward to rest against the curve of Louis’s neck near his shoulder.
Louis breathes out, long and slow, and wraps his arms around Harry’s back as their hips begin to move in tandem. The bed creaks beneath them, moaning and steady rocking sounds swirling in the air.
Harry does the same, arms looping behind Louis’s back and holding around his waist. His cock is wedged between them, making a mess of precum on their stomachs with each movement.
Their embrace and proximity make Harry’s eyes prick with tears.
“I love you,” he breathes onto Louis’s skin, hardly above a whisper. He hugs him closer with a whimper and a small roll of his hips, “I love you so much,” he breathes out and holds him tighter. His eyes are closed, face in the junction of Louis’s neck and shoulder.
Louis’s hands travel up Harry’s back and rest at his shoulders for a moment before they creep up higher, one hand delicately gripping the back of his neck and the other splayed out between his shoulder blades. He sounds just as emotional. “I love you too,” he replies, instantaneous. “I love you so fucking much, Harry,” he replies in a strained murmur before turning his face to nuzzle into Harry’s hair.
Harry sniffles, a tiny sound, and presses his open mouth to his skin. Their bodies continue moving together, slow and easy, enjoying the way their skin feels on one other.
Harry comes out from his hiding spot against Louis’s neck and begins rubbing his face on his again, alternating sides and holding his jaw in his palms. Louis doesn’t give him shit for it this time, just closes his eyes and runs his hands up and down Harry’s back, to his hips, to his thighs, to his ass, and all the way back up to his neck. His touch is so tender and gentle that Harry does all he can not to cry from sheer adoration.
Harry pauses and rubs his nose over Louis’s forehead, inhaling softly.
“Are you smelling me?” Louis asks, genuine and soft.
“Mhm,” Harry hums softly and swipes his thumbs over his cheeks while he continues. “You smell good,” he says through a smile, a tad muffled as his lips rest against Louis’s skin. “Mine,” he breathes wistfully. He presses his lips to Louis’s hairline and inhales again, “all mine.”
“Yours,” Louis replies and smiles with his eyes closed. “I’m yours, Harry. Always,” he breathes pets up and down his waist, rocking their hips together again. “And you’re mine,” his voice is strained with emotion. It’s hardly a whisper when he says, “mine,” he sucks in a shaky breath. “Fuck, you’re all mine.”
After a moment of breathing each other in and sharing gentle touches and even gentler words, Harry shifts. “Can we lay down, please? My legs are sore,” he murmurs and pulls back, running a hand down from Louis’s chest to his soft stomach.
“Of course, love,” Louis answers and puts his hands on Harry’s hips to help him up. His cock flops onto his stomach, still fully hard, just like Harry. “Grab the lube for me, would you?”
Harry shifts his hips side to side and blindly grabs for the bottle, giving it to him before grabbing a pillow and laying down, propping the pillow under his hips.
He reaches and pets Louis’s thigh while he rubs more lube over his dick, the wet sound making Harry bite his lip.
“C’mon,” Harry urges and spreads his legs. His heavy, wet cock is flat against his stomach, and his hole flutters in anticipation.
“Impatient,” Louis murmurs with no bite and sets the lube on the bedside table before climbing on top of Harry, hoisting one of his legs to rest over his waist. He holds himself up with one arm and grabs hold of his cock with the other.
Harry keeps one leg straight and hooks his foot over Louis’s ankle, hugging his thigh tighter and closer to his waist.
“You alright, darling?” Louis murmurs and looks over Harry’s face.
“Mhm,” Harry exhales and winds his arms around his neck. “You?”
“Yeah,” Louis replies and rests his upper body flush with Harry’s, barely raised on his knees to give himself enough leverage to fuck into Harry.
“Please,” Harry breathes, hardly even a sound. He presses his open mouth to Louis’s, not even kissing, just breathing each other’s air as he gently guides his cock back inside him with their eyes locked. Harry’s swollen lips part when Louis’s entire length is inside him, brows pinched together after a blink.
The bed starts creaking steadily though Louis’s pace is gentle but sure. Harry’s panting into his mouth, brows drawn together as soft moans slip past his parted lips. He tightens his arms around his neck and curls his toes when Louis changes the angle.
“Did I find your spot, baby?” Louis asks, though he doesn’t need to. The way Harry’s entire body quivers is indication enough.
“Yeah,” he whines and shudders out a breath when Louis continues his same pace, hitting his prostate head on every time.
“Daddy, I’m close,” Harry gasps suddenly, his aching cock throbbing against his stomach in a pool of precum.
“Me too,” Louis replies and supports his weight on his elbows, sweat beading up on his hairline. “Same time?” He asks through a moan, pace not stalling for a moment.
Harry nods enthusiastically, “together, yeah,” arms tightly wound around Louis’s neck. “I love you,” he sniffles, tears stinging his eyes again. “I love you— so much ,” he moans, shivering. “M’gonna come,” he hiccups and goes silent, jaw hanging open in a silent moan.
“Me too, fuck, Harry,” Louis groans and his pace speeds up minutely. “I’m almost there,” he grunts, a bit dazed, and starts pounding into him, Harry’s body steadily sliding up the bed. Louis drops his head to rest in the junction of Harry’s neck and shoulder, mouth open and panting.
“Oh, fuck me, just like that— I— I— “ he’s cut off by his orgasm, eyes rolling back while he curls into Louis, one hand tugging at his hair and the other gripping at his back, arms still around his neck, as he continues fucking him through his own orgasm. They climax simultaneously while Louis moans loudly into Harry’s skin, his pace relentless.
Harry shudders through his orgasm, making a series of pornographic noises as his back arches and causes their bodies to press together even closer. Both of their faces are buried in eithers neck, silently shaking through their shared orgasms.
“Lou-is,” Harry gasps, his name on his tongue strained at the end as he pounds into him.
He grunts and whines into Harry’s skin, “fuck yes, baby, say my name,” his thighs quake as his cock spurts inside of him. “Say my fucking name,” he’s delirious, hips still snapping into him.
“Louis ,” Harry cries out and presses his thigh harder to Louis’s side, body wound tight. He hugs around his neck tightly and holds him close. “Fuck— mmhh— daddy— LouisLouisLouisLouis— “ he chokes as his orgasm peaks, and like a puppet with its strings cut, melts into the mattress in a sweaty, panting heap.
Louis collapses on top of him nearly at the same time, breathing hotly onto Harry’s skin before lifting his head to catch his mouth in fervent, sloppy kiss.
He sits up on one elbow and holds Harry’s face in one hand while he kisses him, lips insistent on his.
Harry drops his head back and breathes in and out quickly, his whole body twitching and shaking through aftershocks of his orgasm. His eyes are pinched shut while Louis presses his lips and open mouth to the delicate skin of his throat.
“I’ve got you,” Louis breathes and nibbles at the skin there while Harry continues to shudder and moan, “I’ve got you, Hazza.”
Harry lets his arms limply relax around Louis’s neck as he lets himself be kissed. They come down together, Louis’s cock still inside him until he grows too sensitive and pulls out.
Harry’s face turns red as soon as he feels cum start to seep out of him and drip down his crack. Louis lays to the side of him, still partially on top of him as he brings a hand down his stomach until he reaches between his legs and pushes two fingers inside. His hole is stretched and sensitive, twitching and fluttering around Louis’s “2” and “8” tattooed fingers.
Harry whines a continuous, high, needy sound. Louis quiets him by pressing their lips together and swallowing up the noise, Harry’s eyebrows pinched together as he continues whining into his mouth while their lips meet wetly.
Louis withdraws his fingers and pulls back, a thin string of saliva connecting their lips before he brings his cum covered fingers to Harry’s lips and pushes them in his mouth.
Harry meets Louis’s eyes as he sucks on the digits with his cheeks hollowing, tongue slipping between each finger as he holds eye contact.
Louis pushes his fingers in slightly deeper just to make him gag softly, feeling the softness of his tongue before extracting his fingers and pressing another hot kiss to his mouth.
Louis fully collapses then, still partially on top of Harry. He rests his head on his shoulder, breathing in his familiar scent.
“We..” Harry wheezes with a fucked out smile, eyes barely open. “..Are really good at having sex,” he finishes with a tired, giddy laugh.
Louis chortles a small laugh and presses a kiss to the sweat dampened nape of Harry’s neck before lifting his head. He caresses his neck with a hand while carefully looking over his face. “You are amazing,” he says while meeting his eyes. “So sexy,” he trails his hand down Harry’s torso. “You did amazing. Love you so much,” he murmurs and leans down again to suck wet kisses onto his stubbled jaw.
Harry smiles and preens under the attention, nuzzling closer to his touch. “You too,” he replies in a hum, leg relaxing with a bent knee, hips turned towards Louis. “You take such good care of me,” he murmurs and holds Louis’s cheek in his hand after he comes up from his jaw to make eye contact. “You make me feel so loved,” he whispers and swipes his thumb over the delicate bone under his eye. “So safe..”
Louis smiles a smile reserved for Harry, his eyelids hooded as he stares right into Harry’s eyes. They share a look for a moment, satisfied smiles on their lips. Louis gives him a peck and reaches for a kleenex from his bedside table to wipe up Harry’s release from both their stomachs before grabbing Harry’s lotion from the same place. “Roll over, honey,” he says and sits up cross legged.
Harry pouts but flips over without protest. He folds his arms under his head and rests there, watching Louis with droopy eyes as he gingerly rubs lotion on his cheeks. The skin is warm and red, puckered slightly from being spanked.
“Feel okay?” He checks in, still carefully smoothing lotion to the tender skin though his eyes are on Harry’s face.
“Mhm,” Harry nods a tad. “Feels nice,” he says before a yawn.
Louis moves to sit on his haunches, leaning close to Harry’s face to give him a small peck on his forehead. He brings his hand to his temple and pushes some hair out of his eyes. “I’m going to get a flannel, okay? Gonna clean you up. I’ll be right back,” he murmurs before kissing Harry’s pouty lips.
Harry nods with his face half smooshed into the mattress, “m’kay.”
Louis can’t resist giving him another kiss, deciding to plant one on his cheek before shuffling off of the bed to fetch a warm towel.
When he returns, Harry’s mostly in the same position except he’s partially on his side with a pillow hugged to his middle, one leg bent and the other straightened out. He looks relaxed but so obscene, because the position he’s in exposes his hole. It’s pink and swollen, wet and leaking more of Louis’s release down his taint and dripping down his sack.
He fights the urge to get hard again, though his spent cock twitches weakly.
Harry notices him staring and fidgets slightly. “Whaaaaat,” he says shyly and smiles a dimpled smile.
Louis exhales a laugh and advances towards the bed with towel in hand. He slings the warm, damp towel over his shoulder as he gently straddles him from behind. He hovers over him and leans down, craning his neck to press a soft kiss to the back of Harry’s neck. He trails his lips down the curve of his neck to his shoulder, each small kiss a delicate smacking sound.
Harry smiles and reaches his hand up and back to lace his fingers through Louis’s hair, “that tickles,” he says through a sleepy smile.
Louis hums in reply and slides lower down Harry’s body, his lips and tongue moving down his spine until he reaches the swell of his ass. He grabs a cheek in each palm, the skin there calmed from the lotion. He sits back on his haunches and admires the view as he slides his thumbs between his cheeks and spreads him open to reveal his wet, twitching hole.
Harry whines, “Lou,” and shifts his hips side to side.
Louis stills for a moment, “do you want me to stop?”
Harry shakes his head, “no..”
Louis smiles and kneads the flesh in his palms before smoothing his hands up the backs of his thighs and around to his hips. He pulls him up to rest on his own thighs, lower body elevated atop Louis’s thighs.
He grabs the towel off of his shoulder and uses one hand to gently pry apart his cheeks and brings the flannel to gently swipe at his hole.
Harry hisses and shifts slightly, “m’sensitive,” he murmurs and cranes his head to look back and watch him.
Louis finishes up quickly and tosses the rag to the floor before climbing back on top of him, shifting to lay on his side behind Harry. “C’mere, precious,” he murmurs softly with a peck to the cheek.
Harry wiggles backwards as his face splits into a grin. He reaches behind himself and grabs Louis’s hand before bringing it to his mouth to kiss. He releases it from his grasp as he hugs his own arms to his body, eyes slipping shut as Louis’s strong embrace envelops him from behind.
“Little spooooon,” Harry says to himself as he wiggles a tad more, settling in and getting comfy.
Louis chuckles softly and rests his face in the crook of Harry’s neck, inhaling as he noses along his hairline. He kisses his neck absentmindedly while sliding his hand over Harry’s stomach.
“I love you,” says Louis.
Harry’s eyes flutter open and he slowly rolls over in Louis’s arms to stare into his eyes. His eyes flick from his mouth to his eyes before he says, “I love you too.”
Louis leans forward and catches his lips in a slow kiss, sliding his tongue into his mouth as his embrace tightens.
Harry’s eyes close for the kiss, but he tilts his head to the side when Louis moves his mouth down his jaw to kiss and bite there instead. He holds the back of Louis’s head lovingly before peering down the slope of his back to ogle his ass, his jaw drops slightly in surprise.
“Oh shit,” he says apologetically.
Louis’s back is covered in thin, bright red lines. They concentrate at his shoulder blades and travel down the expanse of his back all the way down to the plus flesh of his ass. Two of the scratches were hard enough to draw blood, though it’s not much. Just a tinge of bright red in the middle of a swollen mark.
“Louis,” he says and cranes his neck higher, disturbing Louis from where he was content to suck bruises into his skin. “Are you okay? Those look like they hurt,” and he genuinely sounds upset. “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to scratch you so hard. Fuck, you’re bleeding a little,” he says with worry and his brows furrowed.
Louis sits up on his elbows and stares at Harry confusedly for a moment before craning his neck in an attempt to look at his back. He sees some of the damage in his peripheral vision and turns back to look at Harry.
“It’s okay, H,” his tone is genuine but amused. “I promise, it’s alright. I like it, even.”
Harry doesn’t look convinced as his eyes keep darting over his back. “Are you sure?” He carefully traces a finger over one of the darker lines, lips pushing forward in a concerned pout.
Louis brings one of his hands up to Harry’s face to pinch his chin gently between his forefinger and thumb. “Love,” he says and turns his face so Harry will look at him. “It’s okay, I promise. I think it’s sexy,” he says honestly. “We’ll put some cream on it later, darling. I kind of just want to lay here with you right now, if that’s alright.”
Harry relaxes a bit before he nods and settles back into the mattress. “Yeah,” he smiles a closed lipped smile and presses his mouth to Louis’s lips.
They kiss for a moment, losing track of time in each other’s arms. Harry breaks the silence but doesn’t pull away from his mouth, his voice so airy Louis can hardly tell what he’s saying. He hears him, though.
“I like it when we make love.”
Louis feels his eyes sting and the tips of his ears turn pink as he nuzzles close to him. He then presses a soft, wet smacking kiss to Harry’s lips. He brings a hand up to caress his face and sweeps his thumb over his cheekbone before murmuring, “me too, darling,” he nuzzles his nose against Harry’s, “me too."