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The bed is soft on Harry's face “Kiss me” He breathes, eyes falling close when Louis places his hands in Harry's hair and tug, making him turn his head to the side. From where he's kneeling behind him, Louis’ body is a furnace against Harry's back, who's kneeling on the bed, head on the pillow.
“Babe”
Harry cannot control the cry he lets out when Louis drops his head to ghost his lips across Harry's. His lips are wet from eating Harry out, and his short beard is wet, too. Harry clenches just thinking about the bruises he's going to feel on the inside of his thighs tomorrow.
“Fuck me” Harry's voice is weak, but louis hears it. So attuned to his lover, reading Harry's body like a book he’s read over a millions times before, and still loves every word of it.
“Shh love”
“Give me a minute” he adds, when Harry greedily pushes back on Louis's cock, as if he could just impale himself on him whenever he wanted.
(Louis would let him)
Louis grabs a condom from a pocket of his jeans, which have been discarded somewhere on the bed earlier, and ignores Harry's pleas to do it bare this time.
“We won't have the time to clean you up love, we have to leave in half an hour, and we're probably already going to be late”
“Don’t care. Plug me up after. Or you can eat me clean. Just want you" Harry’s words are sluggish and he pouts from where his face is squished on the pillow, his eyes already a bit glazed.
Louis is head over heels for this boy who so freely shows his affection and his need for him.
“I can't ever resist you”
Harry grins dopey and hums at that. “Hmm, now come fuck me. Please.”
At Harry's ridiculous wiggle of eyebrows, Louis can't help but laugh as he re-positions himself behind the younger boy, letting his tattooed hands rest on his waist.
“You want my fingers or you're alright to go babe?”
“Fingers please” Harry sighs. He's probably already open enough, but he'd never say no to Louis' fingers. Or mouth. Or cock.
Harry feels the cold lube at his entrance, and one of Louis' fingers circling his wet rim delicately, before pressing into the tight heat.
Hearing Harry's delicious gasp of air, Louis leans forward to kiss and bite at the expanse of his back, littering little marks that won't be seen to the public, but that Harry and Louis will know are there and how they got there.
“‘nother”
Now two fingers in, Louis can scissor his fingers and effectively open Harry up. Ignoring his sweet spot like he ignores his own arousal that's throbbing, instead taking his time worshipping Harry's back and listening to the symphony of little noises he makes.
By the time Louis finally adds a third finger, Harry is shamelessly pushing back on them, and his hole is glistening with spit and lube.
“Louis. Louis please.”
“Yeah, yeah love, gonna give it to you good”
Louis removes his fingers and watches the constellation of love bites he left on Harry’s back. His hand reaches to his own hard cock and he lazily stokes it as he stares in awe at Harry's puckered hole.
Louis snaps out of it when Harry whines loudly.
“Sorry, here you go love”
Harry moans loudly and hides his face in the pillow as Louis places his tip against his rim, and holds his cheeks open with his hands.
Louis finally starts to press in and relishes in the way the beautiful man under him adjusts to his girth and pulls him in deeper with every inch.
Once he's fully sheathed, Louis leans forward and brushes the sweaty curls away from Harry's neck to kiss the back of it, waiting to know when he’s ready for Louis to move.
“Fuck me” Harry finally mumbles, his breathing heavy and his hands clutching the sheets.
So Louis does. He almost entirely slips out, and when only his tip is being gripped by Harry's hole, he pushes back in in one powerful and calculated thrust, punching a loud moan out of Harry.
The drag is delicious, slick with lube, Harry's hole always so tight and warm for Louis.
He quickens his thrusts, but keeps them long and deep, and alternates them with deep grinds, knowing this drives Harry crazy.
Harry's who’s moaning and whining with each movement, and probably also has tears wetting his face by now.
Louis knows this position isn't the best to get to Harry's prostate, so he keeps punching little ahs from Harry for a moment, before deciding to change position.
Reaching under Harry, Louis places his hands on his chest and lifts him, so that they are now both standing on their knees, Harry’s back pressed to Louis' chest.
“God, you're such a doll.” Louis whispers in Harry's ears. At that, Harry moans and falls pliant in Louis' arms.
In this position, Louis can piston his hips and get to Harry's prostate on every thrust. Angling his hips, Louis knows he’s hit it when Harry quite literally wails and falls even more pliant, if that's possible. His head lolling to the side, falling to rest on Louis' shoulder.
“Oh god. There.”
“Yeah, baby. Love it when you get all submissive like this.” Louis mumbles in Harry's neck. With one hand on his chest and the other splayed on his taut belly, Louis holds Harry up and makes his body tremble with each perfectly aimed thrust.
Harry raises his arms and reaches back to hold Louis' head. Looking for something, for Louis, to keep him grounded when he feels like floating away with pleasure.
“Oh, please louis”
Louis knows his baby could come like this, but he knows even though most of his weight is being held up by Louis, his strong thighs must be starting to hurt, just like Louis’. So he removes his hands from Harry's front, and lets him fall gently on the bed, resuming his previous position. Louis stays up though, and lifts Harry's hips so that he can keep hitting his prostate. Harry moans in ecstasy at the manhandling.
“You gonna come babe?” Harry only whines in response.
Reaching under him, Louis grabs Harry’s cock in his hand and matches his strokes to his thrusts to bring Harry closer to the edge.
Louis’ breathing is ragged and his own cock feels like it's going to explode with how tight Harry feels around him. But he has to make Harry come first. So he grabs a handful of Harry's curls and tug, lifting his head and making him arch his back beautifully.
Louis absolutely adores when Harry is submissive like this, it’s a proof of how comfortable he is with Louis, of how much he trusts him to take care of him and do whatever he wants to bring Harry pleasure.
Harry screams and clenches so hard Louis sees stars as Harry comes under him. To prolong his orgasm, he grinds his hips, keeping his cock pressed on his prostate.
“Oh, fuck, fuck” Harry is breathless, but rocks back on Louis, signaling him to keep going.
It only takes a few thrusts for him to spill deep into Harry, mindlessly moaning his name into his neck.
Only their breathing can be heard through the silence of the room. The air smells like sex and something so uniquely them.
Eventually, Louis has to pull out. Harry sighs at the loss, his abused hole clenching around nothing, making Louis’ come drip out.
Louis reaches towards their bedside table, and when he turns around, Harry is still laying on his front, one leg bent, exposing his puffy rim to Louis’ eyes. So open for him.
And Louis is a very weak man, so he caresses Harry's back so as not to startle him, and plunges two fingers into Harry, just feeling, making him sigh contentedly.
“Are you going to plug me up?” Harry asks in a sleepy tone.
“Yeah love”
Removing his fingers, Louis gets the purple plug he got from their bedside table and positions it at Harry entrance. The toy is not long, but it’s thick enough that Harry will feel it when he moves, and the base is wide enough that Louis is sure it will not slip out.
Harry moans weakly when Louis inserts the toy, and keens when the older man kisses the back of his spine.
“You wanna keep it during the interview darling?”
Harry nods into the pillow and keens at Louis' soft voice. The kind of voice he's the only one who gets to hear it. Louis gets up to lay beside him, and holds his face in his hands, as if he was the most precious thing in the world. Because he is. The most precious thing in Louis' world.
Harry's face is flushed, and his eyes are still a bit glassy, but his smile is wide and when he looks up at Louis, there’s only love in his eyes.
Louis closes the distance and locks their swollen lips together. They kiss slowly, lips dancing together, trying to convey all the love they feel for each other.
Soon, they'll have to leave this room, this bubble of love they've created around each other, to face the real world and the responsibilities it includes. But for now, tangled in each others, there's nothing else to think about.