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Harry was just walking out of the doors of his local gym when the clock stroked five pm. Normally on another Wednesday that would have been a totally normal time and he would go to his car and drive home. But not today. No. Today at five the cover of the Rolling Stone Magazine for the October 2025 issue dropped. And on the cover?
Louis Tomlinson.
So that normally wouldn´t be a problem either. Because Louis Tomlinson was his husband. But! And here is the big but. The little fucker hadn´t show´n him any pictures from the photoshoot they did in London months ago. He said at that time. „It´s totally different from what the fans know from me, Haz. It´s also a little bit out of me comfort zone. And I know you´re going to be so excited about these pictures.“ At that time he had winked at Harry and smirked.
And Harry had argued and begged and pleaded at him. Even tried to deny Louis sex. Spoiler: It didn’t work, he broke before his husband did. But Louis had set his mind and didn´t show him the pictures. Not even the outfit. The only thing Harry knew was that it must be a red shirt because of the picture a fan took out of a london bus driving past the location.
So yeah, he was excited to see the final work. And to get his mind out of the jitter, he went to the gym. That Louis would announce his tour today too, he knew. Hell, he even planned the tour step in Manchester with him, because it would be in his venue. The Co-Op Live. That was a date he already looked forward to for the last several months. Niall already texted them in the group chat that he and Amelia would be there. Zayn had send a thumbs up. If that meant he would come or just acknowledged the date? Even Louis didn´t know.
Uhm, yeah. Five o clock. Harry slurped on his mango smoothie he had bought at the bar of the gym before leaving and reached into the back pocket of his joggers to retrieve his phone.
Opening it he quickly read the message Louis had left him a few minutes ago.
I´ll be waiting at home for you Sun. Try not to combust ;)
Harry´s right eyebrow rose up at that and he chuckled nervously. Okay, he didn´t think he was prepared for what he would see.
Taking one last slurp of his smoothie, he swallowed and opened Instagram with shaky fingers.
The screen loaded and Harry inhaled sharply. „Oh what the hell, Lou.“ He gulped and tried to zoom in with shaky fingers. „Fuck,“ he whispered in the silence of the parking lot.
A blue sweater. He wore a cosy looking blue sweater. A cosy looking blue sweater from Calvin Klein. It was definitely made out of wool. The way Louis was smiling. The way the sweater made his eyes pop out. „Shit, omg, what the fuck.“ Harry murmured. No, he definitely hadn´t been prepared for that kind of cover picture. It was cute. Fucking hot and cute at the same time. How Louis managed to do that, Harry didn´t know. Fucking hell.
There were so many things to see at the same time in the picture. The way Louis had his arms above his head. Harry instantly had other pictures in his mind of other times where Louis had had his arms above his head. A shiver run down his spine.
And this! The way Louis pulled at the arm of the sweater and hid his hand in the wool. The way he fucking smiled.
The empty plastic cup of the smoothie crumpled in Harry´s hand. Shocked he looked down at his left hand where he held the cup. It was completely squashed in his fist. He chuckled out of nerves. “Holy hell, what you do to me Tomlinson,” he whispered and looked back at the picture.
He noticed another thing. You could see the waistband of Louis´ underwear peaking out of his jeans. Harry groaned. He actually fucking groaned. Loud. In the silence of the afternoon in the parking lot of the gym.
Looking up and around he exhaled a shaky breath when he saw nobody in the near distance who could have noticed his breakdown. He didn´t need someone taking a picture of him starring at his phone with what surely only could be described as lust.
Pocketing his phone but leaving the picture as the first thing he would see when he opened it again, Harry fished for his car keys in his gym bag to open the car.
He threw the bag in the floor room of the passenger seat and folded himself into the car. Fisting the wheel with white knuckles he took a deep breath. „Oh, I´m coming home to you baby.“
He risked one more glance at his phone and the picture of his husband. Shaking his head with a shaky laugh leaving his lips, Harry turned on the ignition and started driving home. He didn´t turn on the radio on the way. Just starred straight ahead, using the gas pedal maybe a touch too much for a thick London afternoon traffic. Harry
Halfway through the outer skirts of London his car ringed with an incoming call from his connected phone.
Sunshine is calling …
Swiping to the left on the console in the middle of his car, Harry accepted the call.
“Hey Sun,” the raspy high voice of his husband filled the silence of the rumbling engine. “Louis, what the fuck is this?” Harry exclaimed and tore his eyes wide open. Louis´ cackle echoed in the small space. Harry instantly smiled at hearing the sound.
“It´s a normal cover shoot babe. My cover shoot,” Louis tried to play it cool, but Harry could hear the smirk out of his voice. “This is not a normal cover shoot, Louis!” Harry exclaimed outraged and gesticulated with both hands in front of him before he laid them back down on the wheel. Louis laughed again. The he calmed down and asked with a breathy voice. “Did you see both pictures?”
Harry´s mouth opened shocked and he looked at the console where he could see the profile picture his husband had in his phone during the call as if he could look directly at the man himself. He swallowed too much saliva down.
“There are two pictures?” He groaned with a low hushed voice. Silence on the other end of the phone. Then. A shaky exhale. Good, Louis was as much affected from this then Harry was.
“It´s in the article of the rolling stone´s website,” Louis explained to him. Harry shook his head and clenched his hands harder around the steering wheel.
“I didn´t have time to look at the website, Baby.” Harry confessed. “I was so entranced with how you look in that fucking blue wool sweater and then my next real thought was that I need to come home to you right now!”
Louis giggled at that. Actually giggled and replied. “Well good that you didn´t see it then, because I´m wearing the outfit right now. And I can´t wait till your home. I want to show it to you.”
Harry let his head fall back on the headrest with a groan. “Do you want me to cause a car crash?” he asked his husband through the phone. “Please don´t do that Sun,” Louis scolded him. Harry could hear the eye roll Louis made in the sentence.
“I´ll be home in under ten minutes,” Harry promised. “Don´t keep me waiting to long,” Louis teased him and hung up.
“Fucking hell,” Harry whispered as he starred at the familiar streets leading him towards home. “There are two pictures. And he is wearing one outfit right now.” He chuckled overwhelmed and shook his head in silent disbelieve. “Now I know why he texted me, try not to combust. This is a fucking nightmare. I married a little twink and he knows how to use it against me.” Harry pushed the gas pedal down once more and sped home.
Slamming the door to their home close, Harry threw his gym back on the floor and took off his shoes. “Louis?” He loudly called into their house. “In the recording room, Sun,” came the answer from the Tease that called himself his husband.
Harry took a deep breath to prepare himself for what he would see and walked through their open and wide living room towards the recording studio on the ground level in their house. He stopped short as if all his muscles prevented him from further walking past the door frame when he saw Louis.
He wore a red baggy top that swallowed his petite frame whole and blue oversized jeans. And he half sat, half laid on the old brown couch standing on the other side of the room. With his right elbow he held his head up and starred straight at Harry. No. He smirked straight at Harry.
The smirk grew bigger and bigger when Harry just starred, but didn´t say anything. He was just too busy looking. He raked his eyes over the man in front of him. His knuckles gripped the door frame painfully tight on the left side of his head. The other hand was balled to a fist, hanging free at his side.
Louis was a vision. The way he laid there and because of the position he was in, he exposed his right armpit to Harry fully. Harry could come on the spot hear and there. He felt himself growing hard in his soft gym clothes by just starring and looking at the beautiful human laid out in front of him. All to himself. Only he would see that side of Louis in real life.
Slowly Louis laid his head to the side and with the motion, exposed his neck more. “You´re very silent Sun. You like what you see?” There he was again. The little tease, a little smirk and Harry was gone. But he tried to maintain the upper hand even though they both knew he never had it in the first place.
“Fucking hell Baby, you look…” Harry stuttered and finally loosened the grip around the door frame and slowly stepped closer. “You are so beautiful.” He said in awe with a dark rasp in his voice. He was so turned on.
That had finally an effect on Louis. His cheeks became the faintest colour as he blushed and looked down at himself. “I think it´s alright,” he shrugged. “I mean, it didn´t went on the cover, just in the inside and the article.”
Harry immediately shook his head and took the final steps towards Louis. There he let himself fall to his knees and reached with one hand for Louis´ free one that had been casually resting on his leg. He squeezed once. “This outfit fits you so well my love.” He chuckled nervously and ran his fingers through his hair. “Fucking hell, I can´t stop looking at you. I feel like, I´m sixteen again and meeting my crush for the first time.” He smiled.
At that Louis let his head fall away from his elbow supported hand and laughed loud. “Ha ha ha. Glad that you´re not sixteen anymore, Haz. But nice to hear, that I still can have that effect on you.” Harry gaped at him. “I´m not sure if you know how beautiful and fucking hot you look right now Baby,” he said emphatically.
Harry looked towards the ceiling. “Fucking hell, I can´t even think straight.” He looked back down and let his eyes wander once more over Louis´ body. From the v neckline of the red wool top over the funny looking animal as a design and the way Louis´ jeans hugged his hipbones and small waist.
Vehemently Harry reached out and touched the sweater top above Louis´ belly. He felt the soft fabric between his fingers and bend down to get a good sniff of the cologne clinging in all the right places to Louis´ clothes. He heard Louis inhale sharply above him as his nose brushed over the top against Louis´ bellybutton.
Harry looked up and smirked. “Sensitive tonight are we?” Louis scowled and swatted at him with his free hand that was not still interlinked with Harry´s.
Harry chuckled amused and began to move forward over Louis upper body until he had to shuffle forward on his knees to reach his face. One last glance into his husband eyes and Harry bend down to leave a soft kiss on the exposed side of Louis´ neck. “Beautiful,” he whispered against the skin.
Louis shivered and sighed above him. “Haz,” he warned and squeezed Harry´s hand. “Patience,” Harry whispered against the sensitive skin as he pressed kiss after kiss into Louis´ neck and throat.
“Oh god,” came the shaky exhale from above as the next kiss was more a bite than a kiss. Harry smirked satisfied before looking up.
Their eyes connected. Louis´ blue shone like two diamonds. The colour was always the deepest when Louis was aroused. It was Harry´s favourite colour. His own Louis blue. He licked his lips and bend forward.
The first press of their lips after they hadn´t seen each other since the morning was always like coming home to Harry and it must be equally for Louis because they both relaxed in the familiar feeling.
Shuffling more to the couch on his knees and making himself big, so Harry could tower over Louis better, he pressed their lips firmly together. Louis untangled his hand from Harry´s and grabbed the backside of his head to keep him in the position. Immediately Harry´s free hand went on a journey over Louis´ body and sneaked under the sweater top to find warm skin.
Louis groaned against his mouth as Harry´s hand made contact with his belly. Using the opportunity Harry opened up his mouth and bit into Louis´ bottom lip. The hand in his hair tightened as Louis opened up his mouth and their tongues met.
It was exhilarating kissing Louis like that. And Harry couldn´t get enough of him know when he had his first taste. So he moved his hand further up and up until he brushed against Louis´ left nipple. The small bud rose under his fingers as he played and tweaked it and Louis actually whimpered into their kiss.
Harry lapped it all up as if he was starving, pressing his hips against the cushions of the couch to relieve some pressure on his now very hard dick. “Fuck, you´re so hot,” Harry groaned as they broke their kiss to get some well needed air into their lungs. Louis was gasping and breathing hard under him. He looked up with those baby blue eyes, pure want in them.
“Harry,” he begged him and tried to push his head down for another kiss with the hand still locked in his hair. But Harry resisted the temptation of kissing those devastating lips again and pushed the red sweater top up and over Louis´ belly towards his chest. Louis helped him by arching his back and shuffling down on the couch until only his head was propped up on the armrest.
His torso rose and fell with every shaky breath he took and his nipples rose in the cold of the room. Harry bend down and kissed the pink bud nearest to him. When he opened up his lips and licked and sucked on the bud, Louis´ body shook under him. “Oh god,” he groaned in pleasure. With his free hand Harry twisted the other nipple until both of them were red and swollen and Louis squirmed under him. His breath now coming out in pants.
“I´m hot Haz,” Louis whined and tugged at the top that was pushed up under his armpits. Harry chuckled into Louis´ fine chest hair and looked up. “Yes you are my love,” he said and tried to keep a straight face while also helping Louis get out of the thick garment.
Louis´ head popped free from under the collar and he starred at Harry with an unimpressed face. Harry cackled at that before reaching up and pulling his own t-shirt over his head as well. “I´m sorry, I couldn´t resist,” he said still smiling proudly at his joke. Louis mumbled something under his breath before reaching out and tugging down at Harry´s shoulders until his spine cracked and his knees arched painfully where they still rested on the carpet.
“Uff Lou, careful,” he groaned. This time not from pleasure. “Sorry, just want you to be comfortable,” Louis reasoned and tugged again, so Harry had no other choice than to push himself up and fall on the couch right above Louis. His knees certainly thanked him for stretching his legs.
His husband looked up at him with a proud expression on his face. “Hi,” he grinned. Harry pushed his hips down against Louis´ and smirked back as Louis´ eyelashes fluttered close beautifully, “Hi.”
Then he bend down and kissed him again while also starting to rotate his hips against the man under him. Louis´ hands scrambled for purchase against Harry´s back and he groaned as he felt short nails dig into his back. “Love when you do that,” he mumbled against Louis´ lips before opening his mouth and connecting their tongues again.
Louis opened up his legs more – as far as he was allowed on the small couch and welcomed Harry in-between them. Wrapping his legs around Harry´s calf's he pushed his hips upwards and thrust against Harry.
Harry, having not expected the sudden rush of pleasure he would feel from that, broke the kiss to moan into Louis´ neck. “Fucking hell, do that again.” He pleaded at his husband. So Louis did it again and rolled his hips against Harry´s.
Littering Louis´ neck with kisses and kitten licks of his tongue again while breathing in his cologne, Harry and Louis rubbed their clothed cocks against each other for a few blissful seconds. Then Louis huffed displeased.
Harry looked down between their body´s and frowned. “Can you even feel something with the thick jeans you´re wearing?” Looking up he saw Louis pouting. “Could be better,” he shrugged.
Instantly Harry pushed himself back with his arms and sat on his feet. He popped open the button on Louis´ jeans and pulled the zipper down. A white waistband on black briefs with calvin klein writing in font appeared underneath. “Fuck, you´re so sexy,” Harry breathed as he pulled on the jeans and starred at the bulge under the black soft material.
Louis lifted his hips to help Harry with getting off the jeans. “These are massive on you,” Harry commented as he finally threw them away and they fell down on the floor in a big crumble. Louis wiggled his eyebrows at him and smirked. Harry laughed.
Then he rested his hands on Louis´ legs to the left and to the right of his body. The muscles underneath his hand tensed as he applied pressure and started massaging upwards to Louis´ knees.
“I can´t believe how you can always pull this off,” he told Louis. The man underneath him turned his head and looked confused. He stretched his arms above his head, groaned in pleasure as his spine cracked and let them rest there. Awkwardly bent above the armrest, hanging down over the side of the couch. “What do you mean?” he asked.
Harry was too busy starring at the half naked body underneath him to really listen and answer to what Louis said. His eyes wandered over Louis toned arms and his exposed armpits, down the length of his throat and over the light grey chest hair scattered in tiny curls around Louis perked pink nipples. Down over his small waist, the dip of his belly and the black briefs that clung to Louis hips in all the right places.
Said hips moved upwards and finally Harry´s gaze snapped up to Louis face. His husband was smirking again and wriggling his hips in an attempt to get Harry´s reaction. It worked. Harry´s hands moved on their own account and settled down high on Louis´ thighs. He applied pressure as he bend forward and lifted himself up from his feet. “Hm?” he questioned Louis.
“I said, what do you mean,” his husband told him with a chuckle leaving his plush lips. Before Harry could get distracted once again by looking at them and wanting to kiss them, he starred straight into Louis eyes. “Oh, I meant. That you can pull it off to wear these oversized clothes and they still fit you and make you look good, hot and sexy all at once.” Louis´ eyebrows rose up. “They are actually all slim fit babe,” he said.
Harry laid his head back in his neck and closed his eyes. “Of course they are, fuck.” He opened his eyes and looked back down at a smirking Louis. The lad pushed his hips against Harry´s hands again. “You doing something about that soon, Curly?” Both of them looked down and Harry could actually see Louis´ cock twitch through the soft cotton of the briefs.
“I´m going to make you feel so good,” Harry promised before he bend down to lick over Louis nipples again. “Oh shit,” the other man moaned and put his hands down to press them into Harry´s hair and keeping him there.
But Harry had other plans in mind and tutted. “Nah ah, put them back behind your head Baby. Just like you did in the photo shoot.” When he looked up, he saw Louis nodding shakily and gripping the armrest above his head with both of his hands. The action made the hollow of his armpit even more pronounced and Harry couldn´t help himself when he pushed up and buried his nose in there.
“Fucking hell,” Louis moaned and pushed his hips against Harry´s again. Louis hadn´t used deodorant since the morning, so Harry could mostly smell the man himself and it made his head spin. He groaned and opened his mouth to suck on the soft skin. Louis´ arms shook trying to stay open and not close in on themselves from the feelings that rushed through his body.
Harry pulled back and lowered himself down Louis´ body. With each kiss he pressed in the other man´s skin and circle of his hips, it seemed Louis was loosing his words only cursing and moaning above him. When Harry stopped right before the waistband of the Calvin Klein briefs Louis straight out whined. Loud. The sound echoed in the recording room.
“Oh how I wish I could record your sounds and use them in one of my songs,” Harry said with lust blown eyes. Louis lifted his head and looked down at Harry laying between his legs. “Another time,” he panted out between two breaths. “Now, do something!” he ordered.
Harry pressed a kiss on the top of Louis´ dick over the briefs. “So bossy today,” he murmured as he felt it move under his lips. Louis groaned helplessly above him. Harry took mercy and hooked his fingers under the waistband to pull the briefs down. Together they managed to free Louis of them.
And he laid bare and trembling underneath Harry. His cock was thick and slightly curved to the left as it stood up against his stomach. Harry bend down and spit on it before wrapping his hand around the warm shaft and massaged it. Louis thighs tensed beside Harry and a sigh escaped him. “Fucking finally.”
Harry shook his head and thumped over the top of Louis´ cock. “You´re so needy tonight baby,” he mused. “Was it the outfit or the waiting for me to finally see it?” He bend down and licked around the head and Louis gasped. “You, you. Always you.” Satisfied with that answer Harry wrapped his hand around the base of Louis´ dick and closed his mouth around the tip.
Then he sucked. As Louis pushed his hips up to get closer and more of the gorgeous heat surrounding him, Harry pulled away and let go. After a few more tries of Louis, where Harry just pulled away again, the other finally understood and held his hips still as Harry went back down again.
This time Louis´ hips stayed where they were, little whimpers and please leaving his lips as Harry sucked him down. He opened his mouth more to be able to go further down and hummed pleased. He loved giving Louis the attention he deserved and a blowjob always reduced Louis to nothing but broken sounds that were music to Harry´s ears. Even fingering and actual sex wouldn´t get that reaction out of Louis. He was very sensitive on his dick and fully got into the feelings that spread throughout his body. Harry loved him.
He popped up to take a big breath and kissed the tip of Louis´ cock once more. “I love you,” he rasped. Louis opened his eyes and turned his head from where he had moved it in the sweet torture. His eyes shone watery. “love you too Sun,” he whispered.
They held eye contact as Harry slowly bend down and pulled the foreskin away from Louis cock. Then he licked around the sensitive gland under the skin. Louis´ upper body bend away from the couch and his legs lifted in the air beside Harry´s head as he moaned. “Fuuuuck.”
Harry blew a little on the exposed skin and watched in wonder as a shiver ran through Louis´ body. Then he bend down again and repeated his actions. This time he swallowed Louis back down again after licking around his gland. “Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck,” Louis swore above him. He trembled and Harry could tell that he was close.
With his free hand that was not around Louis´ base he reached upwards. Louis understood and moved one arm down to interlace their fingers.
Anchoring themselves in the feeling of their joined hands, Harry moved back down and stretched his lips over Louis´ dick. And he didn´t stop and went as far down as he good. He couldn´t deep throat Louis every time because his cock was just too thick at the base for Harry, but on some days he did. Today was such a day.
Harry´s right hand loosened around the base and travelled down to Louis balls. He lightly caressed over one of them to stimulate Louis more. It worked because his moans turned more high pitched and he started tossing his head from one side to the other. Breathy moans left his lips.
Harry closed his eyes and relaxed his throat. The corners of his mouth stretched around the thick base of Louis´ cock as Harry sank deeper than he had been tonight. Louis was silently shaking above him. His whole body littered in sweat and drenched in pleasure, muscles tensed to a maximum.
Cupping Louis´ balls in his hand, Harry squeezed and at the same time felt the tip of Louis´ cock gently touch the back of his throat.
That did it.
With a high pitched whine Louis hit his highest pleasure and came. His hand tensed in Harry´s as he orgasmed. Harry moved back a bit as to not choke as the warm sperm flooded his throat and mouth. He massaged over Louis balls until they felt soft again before popping off and swallowing.
Looking up he pushed himself forward with his free hand now resting on Louis´ hip. “That´s it my love,” he rasped. “The prettiest thing I´ve ever seen when you come, Baby.” He pressed the words into kisses on Louis´ skin. Moving upwards to his face.
Louis opened his eyes when Harry hovered next to him. They were so blue right now. Harry could loose himself in them. Louis´ chest still heaved while he tried to come down from his high. “I think you killed me,” he groaned and pulled his hand down from where he had hold onto the armrest. The other was still linked with Harry´s, his thumb brushing lightly over the back of Harry´s hand without giving it a thought.
He flicked his short fringe away from his forehead with trembling fingers. Harry pressed a lingering kiss on the shaved side of Louis´ head. He loved the new haircut on his man. Made him look so effortlessly sexy. Up close even more so then far away. And when Louis looked up at him with that satisfied and spend look in his blue eyes? Harry couldn´t wish for anything better.
Louis shifted his hips and his leg came in contact with Harry´s joggers that were stretched over his own hard cock. Their eyes locked and a sly smirk rose on Louis´ lips. “Should I help you out my love?”
Harry huffed and bend his head to lay it on the space under Louis´ collarbones. Right above the 78 tattooed on his chest. “Not much you need to help to be honest. You´re so hot when you´re in pleasure, that I nearly can come from watching you,” he confessed.
Louis raked his hand through Harry´s short hair and smiled into the soft strands. “You telling me that is hot.” He pulled Harry more into his side and shifted a bit, so Harry´s hips fell in the space between his legs and the backrest of the couch. Then he reached down over Harry´s muscular torso.
His fingers thumbed over familiar tattooed lines. Harry still shivered as he felt his husbands fingers on him. Only now he was actually getting aware of how hard he was in his soft gym joggers. It wouldn´t need much help from Louis for him to come. When Louis played with the strings of his waistband and let it pop against his hip, he inhaled sharply. “I´m close Lou,” he warned.
Softly snickering into his hair, Harry could feel when Louis decided to reach into his jogger bottoms. “You´re not wearing anything underneath?” Louis discovered gleefully. Harry moaned as soft fingers closed around his shaft. “Didn´t want to ..” he huffed as Louis started moving his hand. “.. want to get them dirty so fast after…”
“Urgh Louis,” he groaned and turned his head more into Louis´ upper body as Louis thumbed over Harry´s cock head and squeezed in the same motion. “After what Sun?” Louis teased him.
Harry opened his eyes and frustratedly starred into his husbands amused looking eyes. “...after showering,” he ended his sentence from before.
Louis pushed his head back down so it laid on the 78 once more as his other hand started fully massaging Harry´s cock. “Oh god,” he murmured into the warm skin underneath him. “You made me feel so good Haz,” Louis murmured in his ear as he sped his movements up. He squeezed again and Harry moaned. “Best feeling when you´re giving head. Your mouth was made for it.”
Harry´s head started to feel fuzzy as Louis told him everything from his perspective in a sultry sexy rasped voice. He pushed himself more into Louis´ body. “Waited all this weeks to finally see the photo shoot. And then you couldn´t wait to come home to me to make me feel good. And I couldn´t wait to show you,” Louis promised and pressed a kiss against his head.
Harry panted, “I´m close Lou.” Louis started thumbing over the head again and twisting his wrist on the upstroke. “I have the blue sweater from the cover in a package in our bedroom.” Louis revealed him. “And I can´t wait to surprise you one day in this outfit when you come home. Will be lounging in the living room with my arms above my head, just waiting for you.”
That image in his head did it for Harry. His thigh muscles tightened and his hips twitched as he came with a muffled groan into his joggers. Louis stroked him through it before letting go and pulling his hand back out.
Harry let his eyes closed and relaxed against the warm body next and under him as he came back to his senses.
“Can´t wait to see the blue sweater on you baby,” he mumbled into Louis skin.
His husband chuckled at that before stretching and groaning in bliss. Harry lifted his head from Louis´ upper body and grimaced at the feeling of wet, but drying come in his joggers. Louis noticed his expression and a fond smile hushed over his face. “Come, we take a shower together.”
With heavy limbs they pulled themselves up from the brown couch and snapped their clothes back up from where they landed on the floor. Harry picked up the red sweater top and followed Louis back out of the studio and into the living room. He frowned at the item in his hand.
“Lou? I still have only seen this one picture of you in the blue Calvin Klein, but which one is the other picture?” Louis turned his head back around to him and gesticulated towards the recording room. “Uhm? You saw it life half an hour ago Sun.”
Harry frowned, then realization dawned on him. “Oh my god. It´s you in the red top right.” He held the garment up with a scandalized look. Louis laughed before him as he went up the stairs to the first floor. “Not just the top Harry. The jeans and the couch and everything as well.”
Harry stopped short just two steps under Louis. “What the fuck?” Louis reached the top and turned around, his clothes crumbled in a heap under his arm, his soft cock swinging between his legs. “We did the photo shoot in our recording room Sun,” Louis explained. “What I said. You just saw the second picture. In real life might I add.” He wriggled with his eyebrows. Then he winked and turned around, strutted towards their bathroom.
Harry could only stare at his husbands retreating form. What the actual fuck. “Lou! You have to show me the picture!” He demanded as he took the last steps and quickly walked after his man. He smiled brightly from ear to ear as he heard Louis´ high pitched cackle coming from out of the bathroom and followed him inside.