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It was as if a livewire had struck them both the moment they got into the car. Louis’s hands were in Harry’s hair, carelessly disheveling it and by the moans that are being swallowed by Louis’s mouth, Harry doesn’t really care. Harry has one hand down the front of Louis’s slacks, both of their eyes locked on Harry’s hand as he strokes Louis into desperation. Louis rests his head against the headrest, blessing the stars that there is a partition and that they’re not scarring the poor chauffeur. Harry’s lips latch onto the sensitive skin below Louis’s ear, his breaths tickling his skin and his hand down the front Louis’s slacks is squeezing him, preventing the orgasm that is racing to the finish line.
“Harry.” He groans, eyes shut tight, his face hot and his body even hotter. Harry chuckles against Louis’s skin, causing the smaller man to roll his eyes. “Fine, want to be a little tease—” Louis starts, taking a firm hold of Harry’s hair in one hand and slowly, so slowly, raising his dress to reveal a pretty pair of lace panties in the same shade of blue. “God damn it.” Louis groans, involuntarily grinding into Harry’s hand.
“Mm, you like?” Harry asks, his deep voice a contrast to the way he looks—so petite and gorgeous in his dress and panties.
“Fucking love it, baby.” Louis takes a firm hold of Harry’s wrist, taking a deep breath through his nose. “Please—Hazza, fuck—please, I need you to stop.” Louis begs, his arousal so thick that it’s damn near blinding. Harry must see it in Louis’s eyes because he pulls his hand out of Louis’s trousers, biting his lip as he eyes the very obvious bulge in Louis’s slacks.
“Mm, this drive needs to hurry up.” Harry hums, licking across his lips as he eyes Louis like the most delicious meal that he’d ever laid eyes on. And as if the universe was granting them their wish, they arrive at the airport. Louis adjusts himself in his trousers, taking a deep breath then climbing out to take hold of Harry’s hand. “I love you, Lou.” Harry whispers as soon as he’s standing beside Louis.
“I love you, too, but why whisper?” Louis queries, tugging Harry towards the private jet that they rented for the special occasion.
“Because I’m saving my voice for when I shout it to the universe as you love me so hard that I can’t feel my legs.” Harry nibbles on Louis’s shoulder as they board the small plane. Louis’s knees nearly buckle underneath him at that.
“Fuck me.” Louis whispers, placing his dark green-almost-black blazer on one of the seats, shaking his head at the smirk on Harry’s face.
“Oh, I’m hoping I get the chance to at least once on this honeymoon.” Harry cheeks, taking his change of clothes to the airplane bathroom, Louis’s eyes burning a path of blazing lust up Harry’s back.
The pair of them lie on one of the cream-leather couches, playing games and trying to keep their hands to themselves, but Louis is finding it increasingly difficult. The way Harry keeps playing with his lips, how his chest and biceps look in the white shirt and those trousers were made to give Louis a heart attack—loose enough to be considered obscene but fitting Harry’s hips like a glove. Louis finds himself imagining unbuttoning those black trousers, fantasizes about dropping to his knees to palm Harry through his lace panties, and has to readjust when Harry steps away to retrieve another game because good God Almighty, those fucking trousers hug him in all the right places and Louis might just have an orgasm simply by looking at him.
“Lou?” Harry calls, a smirk on his face as he takes in Louis’s glazed over eyes and flushed complexion. “Do you want to watch a movie?” He asks again, shaking his head at the nod he receives. “What about a glass of water?” Harry suggests, just for another reason to tease Louis, seeing how tightly he’s got his fists clenched tells Harry all he needs to know.
“That would be wonderful, lovely. I’m parched.” Louis answers, playing along as he leans back against the couch, arms stretched along the back with his knees spread. He relishes in the way that Harry’s breath stutters and he takes his lower lip in between his teeth.
“Right.” Harry answers, clearing his throat and shaking his head to clear it of the lustful fog. “How much longer until we get to LA?”
“Another 7 hours.” Louis answers, watching the way Harry’s muscles work underneath his shirt, chewing on his own lip as Harry turns back to him, handing him the glass of chilled water. “Mm, thanks, princess.” Louis hums, reaching for the glass, taking a sip then setting it on the table beside him, looking up into Harry’s eyes as the man drops to his knees between Louis’s spread pair. “What are you doing?” Louis queries, a raised brow and smirk in place, mischief dancing in his eyes. Harry gulps as he looks down at the bulge in Louis’s grey sweats.
“I need you. Don’t think I can wait 7 bloody hours to get my hands on you.” Harry groans, resting his head on Louis’s thigh, palming himself through his trousers, eyes locked on Louis’s clothed dick. Louis chuckles, combing his fingers through Harry’s hair. “Lou, please?” he whimpers, his face inching closer to Louis’s waiting erection.
“Go on then.” Louis answers, playing the movie and pretending he’s unaffected, knowing that it will make Harry work for it that much more. Harry hooks his fingers into the waistband of the sweats that he is thinking should really be illegal because wow, they do nothing in the way of concealing what should be for Harry’s eyes only. Louis lifts his hips, slightly, to allow Harry to pull them down further, watching as some movie that he can’t pay attention to plays, mind focused on the feel of Harry’s hand wrapping around his shaft, tugging in just the way that Harry knows that Louis loves. Louis struggles to keep his composure, even goes so far as to pick up his phone and start to pretend that he’s reading something on his phone, irking Harry while turning him on even more. “What are you waiting for?” Louis quips, raising his eyebrow, gesturing for Harry to get on with the show. Harry sucks, harshly, on the inside of Louis’s thigh, smirking to himself when Louis gasps. Still not enough; Harry thinks, licking a stripe from the base of Louis’s cock to the tip, swirling his tongue then pressing a kiss to the tip, humming at the bitter taste of Louis’s precome on his tongue. “Stop fucking around and do it.” Louis orders, phone gripped in his hand and by the whiteness of his knuckles, Harry knows that he’s affected. Harry hollows his cheeks and sucks hard on the head of Louis’s dick, humming as he sinks Louis further down his throat, moaning when he hits the back. Louis thrusts up, unintentionally, and bites on his moans that want to leave his mouth. “Better get on with it before a stewardess comes back.” Louis suggests, breathily. Harry takes one of Louis’s hands to place it into his hair. “What do you want?” Louis asks, looking down at Harry, who locks his eyes with Louis’s, his cheekbones popping out, his lips a sinful raspberry and glossy with his own saliva, his eyes are glazed over with lust, his cheeks a luscious rose and Louis swears that he’s going to see God when his orgasm hits him.
“Fuck my mouth.” Harry demands, clasping his hands behind his back and opening his mouth for Louis to glide back into. Louis takes both of his hands and tangles them into the hair at the back of Harry’s head, thrusting deeply into Harry’s throat, groaning as he does, eyes squeezing shut at the delicious tugging between his legs. Harry moans around Louis’s length, stroking himself through his trousers at the picture of sin that is Louis above him, fucking into his mouth as if his life depended on it.
“H-Har-H—oh fuck, fuck—Haz, oh, shit—I-I’m s-so close.” Louis whines, fingers tugging so harshly at Harry’s hair that it’s slightly painful, but in such a way that Harry ruins his pretty panties with his come, moaning a muffled and endless stream of Louis’s name and profanities. “Oh god damn, baby! I-I’m—fuck, fuck, fuck—coming, Haz, I—” Louis is blinded; vision blurring before turning into white static, all sounds filtering through his ears as though he’s underwater. He doesn’t even register Harry tucking him back into his briefs and wrapping his arms around him before wrapping them into a blanket.
“Mm, thank you for that, my darling.” Harry hums, resting his head on top of Louis’s, who can’t find his voice and is falling to sleep before Harry can even utter another word.
When Louis wakes, it’s to Harry pressing kisses all over his face, telling him that they’ve made it to LAX. Louis would rather be anywhere but this bustling city, but they didn’t want to be on the plane forever, so they decided to stop in California for a couple of nights, then they would take a flight off to Maui, where they would be spending the next month. Louis is still groggy and isn’t prepared for the sun when it blinds him as soon as he steps off the plane.
“Fucking hell, can’t see where I’m walking.” Louis complains, earning a snickering Harry as he hands Louis a pair of sunglasses. “Thanks, love.” Louis sighs, climbing into the back seat of the Range Rover, resting his head against Harry’s shoulder as they prepare for the hour drive to the vacation home they rented. “I’m so fucking tired. You sucked the life right out of me.” Louis accuses, which makes Harry laugh.
“Didn’t hear you complaining then.” Harry quips, wrapping an arm around Louis’s shoulders.
“Yeah, well—”
“Nothing to say, huh?”
“Piss off and give me my cuddles.” Louis demands, curling further into Harry’s side. “I’ll get you back for it. As soon as I find my energy and stamina, just you wait, Styles.” Louis mumbles, much to Harry’s amusement and excitement.
“I’m holding you to it.” Harry replies. “I’ll cook for you as soon as we get there, while you shower and have a coffee. Sound good?”
“What, trying to get my pants off that quick?” Louis jokes.
“Fuck yes, I am.” Harry answers in a low whisper that sends chills down Louis’s spine. Which he makes clear the moment they set foot inside the lavish beach home. “Go on, have a shower.” Harry orders, pinching and patting on Louis’s backside to hurry him down the hall to the master bedroom. “On second thought—” Harry mutters to himself when he catches sight of Louis stripping as he was placing the suitcases in the bedroom. He tries to control himself, wants to give Louis the time he needs to readjust to the time, knows that Louis can get cranky when he’s sleepy. He, reluctantly, tugs himself away from the thought of shower sex with Louis, forces him to the kitchen so he can prepare coffee and breakfast for Louis, who emerges wearing nothing but a towel around his hips, just begging to be fucked. Harry takes a deep breath, placing the plate of warm food before Louis, planting a kiss to Louis’s cheek as he hands him a cup of coffee before telling him that he’s going to have himself a shower and ordering Louis to relax before heading back into the shower that Louis had just been occupying. Harry doesn’t understand how even after all of these years he still gets drunk on Louis’s scent. It doesn’t help Harry’s hunger for Louis in the slightest, especially when he walks out to find Louis lounging on the mahogany deck, early afternoon sun warming his perfectly golden skin, his eyes closed and his bare chest moving steadily with each breath. Harry walks over to him, leaning over and pressing his lips to Louis’s pair, smirking at the content hum that leaves the smaller man’s lips.
“Hm, hey darling.” Louis hums, stretching, his muscles tightening at the movement and making Harry’s mouth water. “Have a good shower?” Louis queries, yawning.
“Would’ve been better with you. Good nap?”
“Much needed.” Louis replies, scooting up to a seated position.
“So, does that mean—” Harry starts, leaning forward to place his lips against Louis’s bare skin. Louis chuckles, resting one of his hands on the back of Harry’s head while the other rests on the outside of Harry’s hip. “Can I have you, now?” Harry asks, voice husky as he skims his lips all along Louis’s chest.
“You can have me whenever you want, love.” Louis sighs, his body heating up under Harry’s soft touches. Harry kisses down Louis’s torso, kneeling between his legs with his eyes locked onto the sapphire pair that are watching his every move.
“Whenever I want?” Harry questions, kissing the inside of Louis’s thighs as he pulls on the briefs that are hugging Louis’s skin like they’re painted on.
“Whenever you fucking want, baby.” Louis asseverates, biting his bottom lip as he lifts his hips for Harry to peel the briefs down his legs. Harry smirks against Louis’s thighs, eyeing his half-hard member, licking his lips as he looks back up to a rosy cheeked Louis.
“So, if I said I wanted it right here, where anyone could see, I could have it?” Harry’s voice is deep and laced with lust.
“I would give you anything your golden heart desired, baby.” Louis avows, biting on his bottom lip as he stares down at Harry.
“Stay just like this, I’ll be right back.” Harry whispers above Louis’s lips, licking across them before darting into the house to rummage through their luggage for one of the bottles of lube they packed. He groans at the sight before him when he returns; Louis and his flawless golden skin, light sheen of sweat covering his chest and throat from the heat that is already building, one of his hands gripping his furious erection while the other grips the top of the chair, small groans leaving his pretty lips. “Fuck me, so pretty, Lou.” Harry groans, handing Louis the lube. “Open me up.” He means for it to come out as an order but it sounds more like he’s begging. Louis is quick to comply, sitting up straighter to get closer to Harry, kissing along his chest as he slicks up two of his fingers, reaching around him to tease at his anticipating opening. Louis bites on Harry’s shoulder as he inserts his fingers, smirking at the gasp that leaves Harry’s lips. “Louis, please.” Harry whines, pushing down on Louis’s fingers. Louis reaches his other arm around Harry to lube up another finger before inserting that one in beside the other two, sliding his free hand up his spine to press him closer to him, his own erection threatening to burst from the needy sight before him; Harry bouncing on Louis’s fingers, mouth open and soft pants leaving his swollen lips. “Now, now—Louis, fuck—please get inside me.” Harry begs, gripping Louis’s shoulders.
“Alright, my princess, slow down.” Louis chuckles, breathless as he drips the cold liquid onto his erection, hissing at the temperature. “Kneel up, my lovely.” Louis instructs, looking up at Harry as he directs himself to Harry’s aching entrance. “Take me in, slowly, my princess.” Louis instructs, not wanting to hurt him. Harry slides down Louis’s length, eyes watching the pleasure as it crosses Louis’s face, nails digging into Louis’s shoulders the moment Harry is fully seated on top of him. “Fucking Christ, baby, so good for me.” Louis breathes out, resting his forehead against Harry’s chest. “Doing good, my baby?” Louis asks, looking for any sign of discomfort.
“Perfect, my Lou.” Harry replies, breathless as he begins rocking. Louis wraps his arms around Harry’s waist, holding him tight to his chest, whimpering against Harry’s already dewy chest. Praises are whispered into Harry’s skin as he rides Louis blind, trying to keep his moans in his throat, but the moment Louis thrusts up and jabs at his prostate, all of the moans that had built up, explode out of him. “Oh my fuck, Louis, right there! Again, again, please!” He begs, one hand perched on the back of the lounge chair, gripping it so tight that he’s sure it will snap any second now while his other hand is tangled in Louis’s hair. Louis grips Harry’s hips tightly, thrusting in deep strokes that make Harry’s legs quiver. “L-Lou—oh, fuck—I-I n-nee-need to f-finish. Fucking hell.” Harry begs, rocking his hips down to meet Louis’s thrusts, his body screaming for release.
“Then, come for me, my pretty darling. Do it, let me see you.” Louis begs, his lips parted and his muscles taut with every movement. Harry’s movements become erratic after that, his mind lost to his orgasm as he rides Louis simply to feel the pleasure claw down his spine and squeeze in between his hips. “H-Harry, baby, I need it. Come for me, princess.” Louis whimpers, jaw clenched as he holds off his own orgasm for the sake of watching Harry come undone above him. Moments later, Harry’s body is collapsing above Louis, quivering and clenching around Louis as he releases between their bodies, which sends Louis’s mind straight into the clouds. Harry remains seated on Louis’s lap, breathing heavy into Louis’s throat with small whimpers leaving his lips every so often with the after-shock of his orgasm. “Always so fucking perfect, my baby.” Louis praises, kissing Harry’s temple. “But now I could go for another nap.” Harry chuckles, causing both men to hiss due to Louis’s flaccid dick still being positioned inside Harry. “Up, love. So, we can clean off then sleep.” Louis orders, tapping Harry’s hip. Harry feels boneless, his body is completely useless to him in this moment, which makes Louis chuckle as he shoulders Harry’s weight to help him into the bedroom. “I’ll be right back to clean you off.” Louis informs him, kissing his forehead before stepping into the washroom, cleaning off his chest and groin before returning to his husband with a warm washcloth in his hands to wipe down his chest and groin as well, then finally climbing into bed behind him to spoon him and fall into a deep sleep.
“Harry, my lovely, my darling, my entire heart, it is much too early and I have not had nearly enough caffeine to argue with you on this. We need to get to the airport, so I can have some shitty airplane coffee and a nap. Please, do I need to spank that lovely arse of yours red for you to get in the bleeding car?” Louis’s voice is calm, but he is very near to dragging Harry’s beautiful behind to the car as he watches the man look down at his phone for the nearest restaurant.
“Lou, light of my life, my king, my something pretty, you are entirely insufferable without food in your body and I refuse to endure a 5-hour flight with a grumpy Lou. You need to eat.” Harry retorts, smiling sweetly at Louis, whose patience is waning.
“Harold, my darling husband, my baby, my princess, I will withhold sex if you don’t get in the fucking car. I have it on good authority that there are already paps lining the fucking perimeter of the airport to get a glimpse of us.” Louis has his hands clasped behind his back as he stares down at his husband, who is eyeing him like dessert.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, but I would, my darling.”
“And what authority might this be?” Harry queries, setting his phone in his lap.
“One, our fans and two, Paul.”
“Paul? Higgins?”
“The very same. Now, get your beautiful and delectable peach into the car.” Louis knows he’s won, even as he walks away from Harry, he knows that Harry will follow. He’s sitting in the back of the car, phone in his hand as he checks on what the fans are saying when Harry slides in beside him.
“You’re a twat.” Harry mumbles, much to Louis’s amusement.
“And you’re a wanker; what’s your point?”
“Only for you, my love.” Harry hums, voice sweet and smile even sweeter. “You better eat when we get on the plane.” Harry orders.
“Of course, darling.” Louis replies, sighing deeply as he rests his head against the headrest, closing his eyes as his exhaustion takes hold of him.
The flight goes much as the one to LA went; board games, some light oral pleasure, and a nap. They are awoken by the stewardess when they land in Maui. The air smells like flowers and is moist, like a warm mist. They climb into the air-conditioned vehicle they rented and Louis drives them to their villa. Louis takes a deep breath as he laces his fingers through Harry’s.
“I love you, Hazza.” He hums, eyes darting towards Harry to eye Harry’s profile.
“I love you, too, Lou.” Harry answers, looking over to Louis with a smile on his face. “It’s so beautiful here.” Harry muses, watching as the scenery flies by.
“You’re the most beautiful, though.” Louis coos, pressing a kiss to the spot that Harry’s dimple sits while they sit at a traffic light.
“Stop.” Harry giggles, but he’s pressing his face closer to Louis’s lips. Louis chuckles as he presses more kisses into Harry’s skin, soul glowing each time he hears Harry giggle.
When they get to the villa, they both take deep breaths at the sense of freedom. The villa is very open, views of the sapphire water from every angle; there was a pool and a circular hot tub, both facing the water that just looked magical. They were aware that it was excessive for only the two of them, but they wanted ultimate privacy and this one seemed to be the best option for that. They enter the home, looking at the tall ceilings and empty walls where you could just step right outside into the heat.
“This is so beautiful.” Harry muses, looking around as he carries their bags to one of the rooms. Louis stepped onto the patio, taking in the sight before him as he sits on the edge of the pool to sink his feet into, sighing at the welcomed coolness of the water. “For a month, this is our home.” Harry mutters into Louis’s shoulder as he sits beside him. Louis rests back on his hands, staring out at the endless sea with the mountainous background, feeling at peace.
“I looked in the kitchen, Lou, it’s fucking amazing.” Harry enthuses, an excited smile on his face. “I can’t wait to cook in there.”
“I called ahead when I booked the stay and had the kitchen stocked with groceries, so go for it, baby.” Louis informs him, closing his eyes as he raises his face to the sun.
“Don’t forget to apply sunscreen, Lou.” Harry scolds, leaning over to press a kiss to Louis’s unsuspecting lips. “Come on, up. I’m applying sunscreen into your beautiful skin.” Harry hums, pressing another kiss to Louis’s shoulder. Louis takes Harry’s offered hand and follows him into the house, peeling his shirt over his head and allowing Harry to massage the sticky lotion into his skin. Harry lands a swift slap to Louis’s behind when he’s finished. “Now, you’re ready to lay out in the sun.” Harry chirps, kissing the back of Louis’s neck. “I’m going to make us some lunch.”
“Sounds lovely, my darling.” Louis hums, opening the fridge and pulling out a beer, popping the top off and dropping it into the recycling bin before pressing a kiss to Harry’s lips.
“I’ll be out there soon, doll.” Harry hums, stealing another kiss before Louis saunters back into the Hawaiian sun.
For the remainder of the day, they lounge in the sun with a drink in their hands and talk about everything and nothing at the same time. For dinner, Harry grills steak and vegetables, setting the table outside with glasses of chilled white wine as they enjoy the vibrant sunset.
“God, it’s like a painting.” Harry sighs, looking at the rolling waves change color from a brilliant sapphire into what resembles pastel paints.
“Stunning.” Louis replies, staring at Harry; his cheeks, sun-kissed; lips are a pale pink; hair already becoming lighter in the sun. Harry smirks at Louis when he realizes he wasn’t looking at the landscape. “Dinner was amazing, Haz, as usual.” Louis praises, standing to clear the table.
“Thank you, boo. Want another glass?” Harry gestures to the wine on the table.
“That’d be lovely, doll.” Louis replies, pressing a kiss into Harry’s damp hair. He rinses the dishes off before placing them in the dishwasher, trotting back out to the patio to find Harry sitting in the hot tub, glasses of wine perched on the edge.
“Join me?” He requests, looking over at Louis with a smirk.
“Of course.” Louis replies, stepping to the ledge before Harry shakes his head. “What?” Louis queries.
“Without those.” Harry informs, gesturing to Louis’s black Adidas trunks. Louis returns the smirk as he peels them down his legs, dropping them on to the ledge before sinking into the hot water beside Harry. The moment Louis relaxes into the water, inhaling the sweet Hawaiian air, Harry begins his sensual assault. He begins slow, pressing soft kisses into Louis’s damp skin, starting on his shoulder before nudging Louis’s jaw with his nose, silently asking him to tilt his head. The moment he does, Harry starts sucking into the skin beneath his jaw, right arm draped along the hot-tub’s edge while the other one grips Louis’s thigh. Louis’s breathing has become heavier as he grabs his wine, sipping as Harry continues his assault. He moves on, tangling his fingers into the hair at the nape of Louis’s neck while his other hand inches between Louis’s thighs. “Lou—”
“Someone looking to top, tonight?” Louis asks, breathless. Harry groans, gripping Louis’s inner thigh, tightly in response. “Go crazy, doll. I’m yours.” Louis permits, closing his eyes. “But not in here. Too hot.”
“Come with me, then, pretty love.” Harry whispers, his breath fanning along the marks that he’d made on Louis’s skin. He takes Louis’s hand and eyes Louis cock, standing proudly and eager. “Fuck, that never gets old.” Harry groans, palming his own as he leads Louis back into the room. He lays Louis down, retrieving the lube before lying between Louis’s legs. “Rest those perfect legs on my shoulders, darling.” Harry demands, tapping Louis’s thighs.
“For?” Louis asks, breathless.
“I want to taste you.” Harry answers, already kissing the bottom of Louis’s thighs. Louis complies, resting his thighs on Harry’s shoulders, feet relaxed against Harry’s sides while Harry spreads him, looking up at him as he dips his tongue in, moaning at the sound that left Louis’s lips. He smells and tastes heavily of chlorine, which Harry finds deeply intoxicating as he presses his thumb inside him to lick further inside, eyes rolling shut at the groan that falls from Louis’s lips. “You taste like summertime.” Harry comments when he pulls away, reaching for the lube and dripping some onto his index finger, watching as the arousal does the waltz in Louis’s eyes. Harry presses the pad of his finger to Louis, biting on his plush inner thigh as he pushes his finger inside, the arousal making all colors soften but his dick hardens further. Each time he tops Louis, it feels like a magical experience; having this usually sassy and outspoken man a pliant mess beneath—or on top—of him gives Harry a high that no drug could ever produce. “Ready for a second?” He queries, voice dripping sex.
“Please.” Louis whines. Harry dips his tongue in beside his fingers, tasting the strawberry flavored lube and Louis.
“Is that good, my darling?” Harry asks, his breath fanning across Louis’s heated skin.
“Yes, yes, yes, H—baby, so fucking good.” He groans when Harry finds that soft bundle of nerves inside Louis, pressing lightly and igniting a fire in the pit of Louis’s belly. “H-Haz-Har-Harry, f-fuck me, please.” He pleads, pressing his hips down on Harry’s fingers, his body trying to find that spot again.
“Your wish is my command, my darling.” Harry hums, pulling his fingers out to drip the lube onto his aching erection, licking his lips at the sight of Louis’s waiting entrance, fluttering around nothing as Harry presses his tip to the rim. “You ready?” He asks, only teasingly.
“Harry, for the love of—just get in me.” Louis demands, rolling his eyes. Harry chuckles as rests one of Louis’s legs in the crook of his elbow, the other hand gripping his erection to guide it inside his impatient husband, who releases a sinful moan with the slow glide of Harry entering him. Once Harry is fully sheathed, he rests his free hand on the outside of Louis’s hip, squeezing as he waits for Louis’s instruction. “O-okay, move, move. Harry, fuck me.” Louis moans, grasping onto Harry’s biceps. Harry’s first thrust is experimental; long, slow and deep, testing the waters and making sure that Louis’s body was ready. The loud, breathy moan that leaves Louis’s lips tells him that his body is craving more, so he pulls out, slowly, again before slamming his hips forward, hitting his prostate dead-on. “Oh, fucking hell.” Louis groans, body already shaking. “Again.” He breathily demands.
“With pleasure, my darling.” Harry groans, repeating the same action, repeatedly until Louis is clawing into his arms, begging Harry to let him ride him. “Yeah, okay.” Harry answers, breathless, as he repositions himself so his back is resting against the headboard, watching Louis climb onto his lap. “Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect.” He groans, watching Louis guide him back inside, his mind faltering at the sight of Louis seated on him. Louis grips Harry’s shoulders, using him for leverage to rise up and slam back down. “Fuck’s sake!” Harry groans, hands gripping the tops of Louis’s thighs as he watches Louis fuck himself into oblivion, until his legs are burning and he’s begging for Harry to help him.
“Harry, please, please, touch me.” Louis whines, resting his hands behind him on Harry’s bent knees, rolling his hips with his head thrown back. Harry’s eyes follow a drop of sweat that drips down Louis’s throat, leaning forward to lick it and moaning at the saltiness. He wraps his hand around Louis’s furiously leaking cock, stroking him in time with each roll of Louis’s hips. “Yes, fuck yes.” Louis breathes, rolling his hips faster.
“Oh fuck, Louis, baby I need you to come for me. Come, baby. I need it.” Harry whines, a tugging building between his legs, making his legs shake. “Lou—Louis, oh god, baby—fuck, fuck, fuck—I’m so fucking close, darling.” Harry whimpers, thrusting to meet Louis’s rolling hips, hitting his prostate each time.
“Harry, that’s it, baby! Right fucking there! Don’t stop, baby! I’m right there, so fucking close.” Louis whimpers, bouncing faster as he chases his orgasm, inching Harry closer to the edge. The moment Louis reaches his orgasm, Harry is tumbling head first down the edge. Louis’s body spasming and clenching around Harry so tightly that it was almost painful—almost. Harry holds Louis to him, breathing in his scent—cedarwood body wash, sunscreen, chlorine, sex and Louis. “Fucking hell. Remind me why we don’t do that more?” Louis huffs, pressing soft kisses to Harry’s sweaty throat. Harry chuckles, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed, gripping onto Louis’s waist to prevent him from falling.
“I don’t know, but I would love to do more of that.” Harry chuckles, standing on weak legs to walk them to the massive en suite, sitting Louis on the counter to start up the shower.
“I don’t think I can shower, Haz. I can’t feel my legs.”
“Just to wash the sweat and come off, then we’ll climb into the bath; sound good?” Harry suggests, stepping between Louis’s legs and resting his hands on the counter on either side of his hips.
“Okay. Then, sleep?” Louis says in a quiet voice.
“Then, sleep, my darling.” Harry replies, kissing the tip of Louis’s nose, helping him off the counter, pressing his lips together to keep the smirk off his face when Louis winces. “Now, I remember why you don’t like bottoming.”
“Yeah, me too.” Louis grumbles, stumbling into the spray of the shower. “Take care of me, you twat.” Louis groans, leaning against the wall. Harry chuckles, stepping in and beginning cleaning Louis’s body off first, then cleaning his own. “I don’t want a bath anymore. Sleep.” Louis grumbles, making grabby hands at Harry.
“Alright, my love.” Harry agrees, brushing his messy fringe out of his eyes, placing a soft kiss to his lips. Harry turns the light off before climbing into the bed beside Louis, opening his arms for him to rest his head on Harry’s chest. “I love you so much, Lou.” Harry whispers, looking out of their window to the moon glistening on the Hawaiian waters.
“I love you, too, Hazza.” Louis mumbles, sleepily.
“Lou?”
“Hm?”
“You know that I’ll never hurt you again, right?”
“I don’t know that for sure, H, but I do hope. And I trust you, just don’t give me a reason to leave, Haz. I want you forever and I would hate to have to live without you.” Louis mumbles, tightening his hold on Harry.
“I don’t want to lose you, Lou. I promise I won’t give you a reason to leave, baby.” Harry whispers, promising the moon and the vast ocean whose color reminds him of his favorite set of eyes.
“You’re my infinity, Haz.” Louis whispers, the sound of his voice tells Harry that he’s about to fall asleep.
“You’re my everything; my sun, my moon, my universe, darling.” Harry says although he knows that Louis is sleeping now. “You are forever my only, baby.” Harry promises before falling asleep in the arms of his something pretty.