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“Did I–” Louis panted around the sexiest moan Harry thought he had ever heard (at least since the last time Louis moaned–which was about 5 minutes ago). “Did I ever tell you about that guy that I let rim me at one of Liam’s parties in college?”
Something dark and furious unfurled inside Harry, making him pull away from the sweet oblivion that was Louis’ arse. “Wh–” He wiped his mouth off on the back of his hand. “What?”
Louis shot a smirk over his shoulder. His hair was a mess and his face was flushed and his eyes were glazed over but he was still himself–still teasing. Still a menace beneath angelic blue eyes and a soft voice. “Just some guy. Never got his name.” He turned his head back toward the pillows, giving a slight shake of his arse in Harry’s face.
Not that that wasn’t distracting or anything.
A little drool slipped out of Harry’s mouth.
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“I came to warm flesh then to hair.” Louis shoves his hand into Harry’s pants. “I went on. I found what I hoped. I groped.” He gives Harry’s cock an experimental squeeze.
Harry cries out, “Oh fuck. Louis.”
“It was large,” Louis says around a smirk and then goes back to wrapping his fingers around Harry’s dick, the pressure tight, but not nearly enough.
“Jesus, Lou, what’s gotten into you?” Harry wonders through a breathless moan. Louis shoves Harry’s jeans down and exposes him to the cool, dry air in their living room, making him shiver despite how hot he feels everywhere.
Then Harry remembers.
The poem.
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Then, Harry’s mouth is on his and it’s wet, almost vicious, and God, this is everything Louis has ever wanted. Louis hears himself gasp in surprise but he welcomes it — invites Harry in by gripping his forearms and widening his stance so Harry can push closer, closer, closer. Harry’s skin smells like the woods in late spring and his tongue is insistent as it pushes into his mouth and God. The taste of his mouth. Louis fucking missed him so much.
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#46. It's Getting a Little Hard
Ech day me comëth tydinges thre,
For wel swithë sore ben he:
The on is that Ich shal hennë,
That other that Ich not whennë,
The thriddë is my mestë carë,
That Ich not whider Ich shal farë.****
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Very grievous are they
One must go hence
Do not know when
Greatest grief
Do not know whither I must go-Unknown, Medieval English lyrics
Commander Styles leads his men to victory, but at what cost?
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No One Else Will Do by Awriterwrites, dimpled_halo for lululawrence
Fandoms: One Direction (Band)
19 Aug 2017
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Harry visibly takes a deep breath. “I’ll do it. I’ll...help you through your heat.” He looks more determined now as he stands up straighter and his eyes look at Louis more intensely.
“Yeah?” Louis doesn’t mean to sound so surprised but he’s sort of in a state of shock. He’s never been with an alpha before, and the fact that his first time is going to be with Harry— his best friend— well, he couldn’t really ask for anyone better if he’s honest.
It takes Louis' early heat for Harry and Louis to figure things out.Series
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"He came every summer. It wasn’t even a question. Harry and his parents—one step, one real—picked up their lives, packed it into a car, and drove long enough to land at the ends of the earth.
"The cabin had been in his family for a hundred years. There was no TV, no phone, no computer, no radio. There were decks of cards and plastic deer and marbles. There were skis and leaves and a tree house.
"And then there was Louis."
Or, Harry and Louis meet every summer at the lake.
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