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Harry feels the morning sun warming his face as it filters in through the slats of the blinds and scrunches his nose, trying to ignore it. He’s been hovering in that place between awake and dreaming for a little while now, with no desire to leave the little bubble that he and Louis have created. Eventually, he finds that he can’t ignore it any longer and he blinks his eyes open, seeing Louis’ bedroom washed in warm golden light. With a huff, Harry fumbles for his phone on the nightstand, Louis grunting behind him in protest. Harry sits up slightly, squinting as he lights up his home screen, seeing that it’s just after eight A.M.
Fuck my internal clock honestly.
Harry drops his phone back on the nightstand and burrows back into his pillow, squeezing his eyes shut. He hopes he can will himself back to sleep, because the bed is so cozy and Louis is warm and naked behind him and he’s just not ready to get up. Not yet.
Because it’s too fucking early.
They had stayed up well past midnight, laughing, cuddling, and decidedly not paying attention to the romantic comedy that Harry had put on Netflix, nor the one that started playing automatically after that. It felt like they were making up for lost time as they caught each other up on the past three months, sharing every last detail and story, all the highs and lows, from Louis’ emotional confrontation with his parents to Harry’s epic karaoke night debut. It felt like nothing had changed between them but at the same time everything had, their conversation punctuated with kisses and heated touches. Eventually, Louis had grabbed the remote and clicked the television off, smirking before straddling Harry and kissing him deeply.
Harry’s cock stirs at the memory of Louis riding him right there on the couch, the same couch where they had spent countless nights just watching television together.
Harry sighs, knowing that he should just give up and get out of bed. Once he’s up, he’s up; there will be no more sleep for him now.
I can make breakfast. Bring it to Louis in bed.
Harry moves to get up and Louis snuffles, pulling Harry back snug against him. He throws his leg over Harry’s and the hand that had been resting on Harry’s hip sneaks up to his chest. Harry smiles contently at Louis’ tight and possessive hold as he snuggles back against him.
Louis wiggles impossibly closer to him and Harry feels his half-hard cock pressing up against the cleft of his ass. Harry puffs out a breath as he feels his own cock hardening; he squeezes himself as he rocks his hips back into Louis’ hard-on, smiling when he feels it twitching. He swivels his hips and Louis sighs behind him.
“Go back to sleep, Haz,” Louis mutters even as his hand gently skims up and down Harry’s ribcage.
“Can’t,” Harry replies, shivering as Louis’ clever fingers brush over his nipple.
“S’too early,” Louis slurs, pressing a kiss to Harry’s shoulder.
Harry turns in Louis’ embrace, grinning when he sees that Louis’ eyes are still closed and his face is scrunched adorably. He pecks gentle kisses to his forehead and then his cheekbones.
“Sorry, baby,” Harry whispers, moving to Louis’ jaw. “Morning person.”
“You’re the worst,” Louis mumbles, pursing his lips for a kiss.
Harry brushes Louis’ messy hair off his forehead and then quickly pecks his lips chastely, his mouth closed. Louis’ eyes fly open at that, his eyebrows immediately knitting together as he glares at him, looking like an angry hedgehog.
“If you’re gonna wake me up at I don’t even want to know what time it is on a Sunday, Harry, the least you could do is actually kiss me.”
Harry bites back a grin.
“I need to brush my teeth.”
“Harold,” Louis huffs. “I don’t care. Need I remind you where your mouth was last ni–”
Harry laughs and kisses him quiet, cupping Louis’ face as his tongue slides into his mouth. Louis sighs as his tongue meets Harry’s, stroking against it lazily. He tastes a little stale, but Harry finds that he doesn’t care in the slightest. Louis is still the best taste he’s ever tasted. Harry whimpers softly as Louis gently tugs the ends of his curls, their cocks brushing together as Louis rocks his hips into his. Their tongues start sliding against each other with a little more intent as Harry brushes his fingers down Louis’ chest, tweaking his already stiff nipple; Louis gasps, breaking the kiss. Harry snickers, sucking Louis’ bottom lip between his.
“Better?” Harry asks.
“Much better,” Louis replies breathlessly, nipping Harry’s lips gently, his tongue darting out teasingly. “Morning, baby.”
Harry nuzzles into Louis’ neck, kissing it.
“You hungry? I can go make us breakfast and you can stay in bed if you want.”
“What I want,” Louis says, manhandling Harry back into their original spooning position, “is for you to stay right here and go back to sleep.”
Harry giggles, fluffing his pillow and pressing himself back into Louis’ chest. Louis once again throws a leg over Harry’s thighs and snakes his arm up his chest, anchoring Harry against him.
They’re silent for a few minutes; Louis’ breath evening out. Harry does his best to regulate his own breathing so he can go back to sleep but it’s incredibly difficult with the way Louis is delicately running his fingers up and down his chest and ribs, his hard-on poking the back of his thighs. Harry sighs in frustration, his cock starting to throb.
“You’re not gonna go back to sleep, are you?” Louis asks quietly.
“Nope,” Harry puffs, giving his cock a couple of firm pulls. “Not gonna happen with you doing that.”
Louis snickers, batting Harry’s hand away from his cock.
“Don’t touch,” he says lowly, right into Harry’s ear. Louis sucks his earlobe between his teeth and exhales hotly. “Mine.”
Harry shudders, biting his lip and nodding.
He sweeps Harry’s long hair aside, sucking kisses down the column of his neck and biting where it meets his shoulder. Harry groans, pushing his hips back against Louis’ erection, swiveling them when he feels it pressing against his crack, so close to where he wants it to be. Louis stills him, gripping his hip firmly; Harry whimpers.
“So greedy, Haz,” Louis whispers, clicking his tongue. He noses up Harry’s neck and then presses a kiss right under his jaw. “Now stay still.”
Louis releases his hip, running his fingers up Harry’s torso, his touch feather-light as he traces the lines of his abs. He delicately circles one nipple and then the other; Harry can feel him smirk into his shoulder as the buds pebble under his touch. He rubs them, keeping his touch oh so light; Harry groans, his cock jumping as Louis pinches one unexpectedly. He bites his lip as he fights his instinct to rock back into Louis’ hips.
“So sensitive,” Louis mutters, his voice awed as he runs his fingers back down Harry’s torso, skimming his ribs and tracing the curve of his hip. “Bet I could get you to come just from doing this.”
Louis sweeps his fingers through the downy hair of his treasure trail to the neatly trimmed thatch of hair at the base of Harry’s cock, barely brushing his shaft before walking his fingers back up his stomach, tracing around his belly button. Harry whines at the loss, his cock jumping, pre-come gathering at his tip.
“Louis,” Harry grits, bucking his hips. “Stop being such a fucking tease and touch me. Jesus.”
Louis huffs a laugh into his shoulder and then bites it.
“You just had to ask, baby,” Louis says, grasping the head of his cock and smearing the pre-come down his shaft, easing the glide of his strokes.
Harry moans as Louis strokes him up and down slowly, rocking his erection against Harry’s ass as he peppers kisses along Harry’s shoulder and neck.
“God,” Harry gasps as he feels Louis leaking along his crack, his cock slipping in between his cheeks ever so slightly. “God, I want you to fuck me.”
“Yeah?” Louis asks, thrusting forward as he blurts more pre-come, his cock sliding against him with ease.
“God yeah,” Harry moans. “Wanna...shit, that feels good,” he praises as Louis presses his thumb into his slit on his upstroke. “Wanna feel you too.”
Louis hums, increasing the pace of his strokes, running his fingers down the thick vein on the underside of Harry’s cock.
“Want that too, baby,” Louis murmurs, kissing his neck as he thrusts his hips against Harry. “But not right now.”
“Why not,” Harry whines, fucking into Louis’ fist. “Want you to.”
“Wanna take my time with you,” Louis says, his tongue tracing the shell of Harry’s ear as he expertly twists his hand around Harry’s cock. “Want to take you apart piece by piece.”
Harry groans, the sensation of Louis jerking him off while simultaneously thrusting behind him starting to overwhelm him.
“Wanna see what makes you feel good,” Louis continues, his breath hot against Harry’s neck. “Want to take my time opening you up, have you begging for it, Haz. Not some quick morning fuck. Not for you, baby.”
“Yeah, yeah, please,” Harry gasps, pleasure starting to coil tightly in his belly. “Fuck.”
“You want me to fuck you slow?” Louis pants, slowing his strokes on Harry’s cock to match his words. “Me inside you nice and deep so you can just feel every inch as I fuck you bare?”
“Nnnnnnngh,” Harry moans, tossing his head back, baring his neck further for Louis.
“Or would you rather me just take what I want from you,” Louis continues breathlessly, increasing his pace, his fist flying up and down Harry’s cock. “Fuck you into the mattress so hard that all you can do is just hold on and take it, baby?”
“Christ,” Harry gasps, batting Louis’ hand away from his cock as he kicks Louis’ leg off him and flips around to face him.
Louis smirks wickedly at him, his pupils completely blown, just a small ring of bright blue showing. Harry surges forward, connecting their lips and thrusting his tongue into Louis’ mouth insistently. Louis meets him eagerly, his hand gripping Harry’s ass as he pulls their hips together, their cocks pressing against each other. Harry moans as he feels his balls start to tighten, the fire in his belly threatening to consume him.
“So good, baby,” Harry breathes against Louis’ mouth as he takes both of their cocks into his hand, Louis hot and wet against him. “So fucking good, love you so much.”
“Love you too,” Louis moans as Harry strokes them together. “Oh fuck,” he cries, his hips thrusting wildly as he chases Harry’s touch. “M’so close, baby. Wanna come. Have to.”
“Yeah,” Harry pants, squeezing them together and picking up speed. “Me too. God!”
Louis blinks at him, a grin breaking out across his face. He strokes down Harry’s cheek with his index finger, pressing it against Harry’s lips with an arch of his eyebrow. Harry opens for him, sucking his finger inside, rolling his tongue and hollowing his cheeks around it. Harry thumbs over his head of Louis' cock and he curses, removing his finger from Harry’s mouth with a pop. Louis drags his hand down Harry’s back and presses his spit-slick finger between Harry’s cheeks.
“Oh...oh fuck,” Harry stutters as Louis circles his rim, rubbing against it, but not dipping inside yet. “Jesus, Lou!”
“C’mon, Haz,” Louis urges, gently pressing the tip of his finger inside him. “Let go.”
Harry stiffens, crying out Louis’ name as the tight coil of heat in his belly finally snaps, waves of pleasure washing over him as he spurts over his fist.
“Beautiful,” Louis sighs, taking over and grasping their cocks, stroking Harry through his orgasm while still chasing his own. “So beautiful, Harry.”
Harry sucks a kiss to Louis’ shoulder, watching in awe as Louis starts to lose himself. He lets go of Harry’s cock and fully grasps his own, his eyes rolling back in his head with pleasure as his fist flies over it. Harry pinches his taut nipple and Louis spills over his fist with a shout. Harry gently takes him in hand as Louis goes completely boneless, falling back against his pillow, stroking him through his orgasm and pressing gentle kisses to his throat, only letting go when Louis grunts from being overstimulated. He pulls Harry into his chest as he rolls onto his back, carding his fingers through his sweaty curls. Harry presses a kiss to the hollow of his throat as he tries to catch his breath. They lie there in silence, tangled up together as Louis traces soothing patterns up and down Harry’s back as his breathing slows back to normal.
“I thought you were going to make me breakfast?” Louis asks after a few minutes.
“Seriously?” Harry asks, looking up at him. “ Now you want me to make breakfast?”
“I’m hungry, baby,” Louis pouts, ruffling Harry’s hair. “Please?”
“I actually hate you,” Harry mumbles, kissing his chest and then sitting up, stretching his arms over his head.
“No you don’t,” Louis drawls, a teasing edge to his voice. “You loooooooooove me. You think I’m goooooorgeous. You want to daaaaaate me.”
Harry laughs, leaning in and pecking his lips.
“Okay, Gracie Lou.”
Harry kisses him once more and throws the duvet off his legs, getting out of bed. Louis flops on his tummy, grinning up at him as Harry bends over and plucks Louis’ sweatpants off the floor.
“Look at that ass,” Louis leers.
Harry wiggles it for him, grabbing his phone as he heads towards the bathroom. He turns the lights on and places his phone on the counter. He washes his hands and then flicks the water off them, turning to grab his washcloth from where it hangs over the tub faucet. As he runs it under the water, he looks at himself in the mirror, chuckling at the myriad of love bites littered over his chest, shoulders, and neck.
His boyfriend is apparently a vampire.
Harry grins, wringing out the excess water and swiping the washcloth over his belly and his cock, cleaning himself off.
His boyfriend. Louis is his boyfriend. He still can’t quite believe it.
Harry finishes cleaning up, rinsing the washcloth and wringing it out, putting it back over the faucet in the tub. Once he dries himself off, he tugs on Louis’ sweatpants, resting them low on his hips. He combs his fingers through his hair and twists it into a bun, securing it with the rubber band he’d left on the counter last night. He grabs Louis’ toothbrush, since he forgot his own, and quickly brushes his teeth before grabbing his phone and padding down the hall to the kitchen.
He turns on the kitchen light, placing his phone on the counter before opening the fridge. Harry’s still pleasantly surprised to see how stocked Louis’ fridge is now, considering how it used to always be stuffed full of old takeout containers, beer, and perhaps a loaf of bread and some Kraft Singles and cold cuts. Harry frowns when he realizes that there’s not enough milk to make pancakes like he wanted to; there’s only just enough for them to have with their coffee. He grabs everything he needs, lining it all up on the counter. Harry turns to the coffeemaker, grabbing a filter from the bag in the cabinet above it, still in its usual place. He pops the lid and places the filter in the basket as he grabs the canister of coffee. Sighing appreciatively as the smell of the rich roast hits his nostrils, Harry scoops out the coffee and dumps it in the filter. He grabs the pot and fills it, pouring the water into the back of the machine, snapping it shut and pressing the brew button.
As Harry pulls two frying pans from the cabinet underneath the stove, one looking much newer than the other, he hears the bathroom door click shut, signaling that Louis has managed to get himself out of bed. He sprays the pans and clicks the burner on under the bigger one. While the pan heats, Harry drops bread into the toaster, humming to himself as he presses the button down. He grabs the pack of bacon and pulls it open, carefully pulling out four pieces and laying them in the skillet, the bacon starting to crackle almost immediately. Next, he cracks eggs into a bowl, whisking them together with some cheese. He flips the bacon and turns the other burner on, adding a pat of butter to the skillet. As it heats, Harry puts everything back in the fridge. The butter sizzles in the skillet as it melts and the kitchen is filled with delicious smells as everything cooks. Finally, Harry pours the eggs into the pan, startling a little when he feels Louis’ hands at his hips.
Louis places a kiss between his shoulder blades and Harry sags back against him, sighing contently.
“Smells good, baby,” Louis says softly as he inhales deeply, pressing several kisses along the line of his shoulders.
“Bacon and eggs and toast,” Harry replies with a smile, pushing the egg mixture around the skillet.
“That too,” Louis says, kissing his shoulder one more time and squeezing his hips before he moves over to the cabinet.
Harry’s stomach flips as he turns to look at him, seeing that Louis is wearing nothing but his oversized lavender sweater.
“Heeeeeeey,” he drawls. “That’s mine!”
Louis arches an eyebrow at him as he reaches up to grab two giant coffee mugs and a pair of plates. Harry’s mouth waters as the sweater creeps up with his movements, revealing a tiny pair of dark green boxer briefs.
“Excuse you,” Louis says haughtily. “It’s mine.”
Harry laughs, stirring the eggs, fluffing them with the spatula.
“We’ll see about that. You know it’s my favorite.”
“Just you try and take it from me,” Louis challenges as the bread pops out of the toaster. Louis places two slices on each of the plates and then places them on the counter next to the stove. “I’ve grown quite fond of it, thank you very much. It’s mine.”
Harry shakes his head, clicking both of the burners off.
“Put the butter and the jelly on the table, please?”
“Ooooh, the table,” Louis says teasingly. “We’re being fancy this morning, are we?”
“Wooing you, remember?” Harry says with a wink.
Louis blushes, biting his lip as he beams at him.
“Yeah,” he says softly. “I remember.”
Louis puts the butter and jelly on the table and then grabs the silverware as Harry drops the bacon on their plates, carefully pressing paper towels over the slices, dabbing off the excess grease. Louis adds sugar and milk to their coffee cups and then pours the coffee, mixing everything together as Harry divides the eggs between their plates. His heart clenches as they work perfectly in tandem.
It’s so fucking domestic and lovely, it almost hurts.
“Hey Lou?”
Louis looks up at him as he replaces the pot in the coffeemaker.
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
Louis smiles at him softly, blue eyes shining happily.
“I love you too, baby.”
Harry takes their plates to the table, Louis following behind him with the coffee. Harry sits as Louis places the mugs on the table. Harry takes his, raising it to his lips and gingerly taking a sip of the steaming coffee. It’s perfect, just like always.
“I fell in love with you over a cup of coffee, you know,” Harry says softly.
“Yeah?” Louis says, sitting sideways on his lap, sliding an arm around his shoulder and brushing an errant curl that has fallen out of his bun behind his ear. He taps the tip of his nose.
“Yeah,” Harry echoes, kissing his lips softly.
“Which cup of coffee?” Louis asks, gently kissing the apple of his cheek. “There’ve been a lot of them, Haz.”
“The morning after The Script concert,” Harry confesses, thumb tracing circles on Louis’ upper thigh. “Remember? I woke up and you had snuck out–”
“For breakfast sandwiches and coffee,” Louis finishes, a look of awe on his face. “I remember.”
“You just,” Harry says taking a deep breath as Louis scratches the soft hairs at the base of his scalp encouragingly. “You handed me my coffee and it was perfect, just how I always take it, you know? You always knew. Then you smiled at me and your eyes got all crinkly and I just...I knew. I knew that you were it for me, Lou.”
Louis smiles and bites down on his lip as he shakes his head, clearly a little overwhelmed. He caresses Harry’s cheek, pressing his thumb down where his dimple normally appears.
“I love you,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing him tenderly. “So much.”
“Love you, too,” Harry whispers back, pecking his lips again.
Louis beams at him and grabs his phone from where he’d placed it on the table, unlocking it and opening his camera, flipping it to selfie mode.
“Smile, baby,” Louis says, clicking the three-second timer.
Harry grins, his dimples carving deep craters in his cheeks as he holds up his cup of coffee. Louis presses a kiss to his cheek just as the shutter goes off.
“Can I post this?” Louis asks, showing Harry the picture.
Harry smiles at the picture, his heart overflowing at just how fucking happy they look in it.
“Yeah, of course, silly,” Harry says, kissing his cheek. “Go on, breakfast is getting cold.”
“Oh,” Louis giggles. “Right. Breakfast.”
Louis smacks a kiss to his lips, getting up and sitting in the chair next to him, thumbing through filters as he takes a bite of eggs. Harry also takes a bite, watching him tap away, captioning the picture. Satisfied, Louis taps his phone one more time, setting it down and reaching for the butter for his toast.
Harry swallows, putting his fork down and reaching for his own phone, which Louis had thoughtfully placed on the table for him. He opens Instagram and types in Louis’ username, grinning as he hits the follow button. He clicks on the selfie, smiling softly as he reads the caption.
Properly wooed.
Harry’s stomach flips as he hits the little heart under the picture and then sets his phone down, digging back into his eggs. Louis’ phone buzzes twice and he picks it up as he munches on a piece of bacon.
“You’re following me again,” Louis says softly, a huge smile breaking out across his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Guess you don’t mind seeing my face now?”
“Well, I do kind of love your face,” Harry says with a wink. “I guess I can handle seeing it in my feed again. Don’t want to miss any selfies.”
Louis laughs happily.
“Goddamn right you don’t.”
Louis’ phone buzzes again and he giggles with delight.
“Niall says we’re disgusting, by the way.”
“I’m not even sorry,” Harry laughs as he scrapes jelly over his toast. “I hope he always says that about us.”
“Me too,” Louis grins, taking a bite of eggs and swallowing. “These are delicious by the way. Thank you for cooking, baby.”
“Anytime,” Harry replies.
They eat in comfortable silence, Louis humming appreciatively every once in a while.
“I was thinking we could leave by ten-thirty at the latest,” Louis says after a few minutes, taking a sip of his coffee. “You don’t have much stuff and I just need to repack a few things? So we only need to clean up a bit and shower and then we can get on the road.”
“Works for me,” Harry says, polishing off his eggs. “That puts us in Boston probably by nine, depending on how long we stop for lunch. And I don’t have class until ten tomorrow.”
“That means no funny business in the shower,” Louis says seriously.
“I’m not an animal, Lou,” Harry says, rolling his eyes dramatically. “I can control myself, you know.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure you can,” Louis laughs. “I was more worried about me.”
Harry giggles, draining his cup of coffee.
“This is really happening, isn’t it?” he asks, taking Louis’ hand.
Louis leans forward and places a soft kiss on his lips, before placing his hand over Harry’s, squeezing it tightly.
“Yeah,” he says, smiling brightly. “This is happening.”