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Harry sat on the edge of their bed, his laptop balanced precariously on his knees as he scrolled through Twitter, his mind elsewhere. The room was quiet except for the occasional click of his mouse and the soft hum of the air conditioning. He was supposed to be working on his latest project, but his concentration kept slipping away, drawn instead to the constant stream of updates about Louis.

Louis was doing interviews for his upcoming tour, and Harry couldn't handle being away from him. Every picture, every video that surfaced online only served to remind Harry of how much he missed him, and how desperately he wanted to be by his side.

in one Interview clip, Louis was sitting with his legs spread wide, a confident smirk on his face as he talked animatedly to the interviewer. Harry couldn't help but notice the way the fabric of Louis' trousers stretched over his thighs, the outline of his bulge barely concealed. It was maddening, knowing that he couldn't touch him, couldn't run his hands over that tantalizing expanse of skin.

And then there were the videos of Louis playing soccer, shirtless and sweaty, his muscles glistening in the sun as he ran across the field. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he watched, his eyes glued to the screen. Louis had always been athletic, but seeing him like this, was almost too much to bear.

But it wasn't just Louis' physical appearance that had Harry in a constant state of longing. It was the little things, like the way he smiled at fans, or the gentle tone of his voice when he spoke to them.

Harry knew that Louis was kind and caring, but seeing it in action, seeing the way he interacted with people, only made him love him more. And then there was the video that phoebe had posted, of Louis cuddled up with their niece, where he looked just so soft and pretty.

The longer Louis was away, the harder it became for Harry to resist the temptation to touch himself, to relieve the ache that had been building inside him since the moment Louis had left. He found himself reaching for his phone, scrolling through the pictures of Louis that he kept saved in a hidden folder, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he imagined all the things he wanted Louis to do to him.

Harry unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs, his hand moving of its own accord to wrap around his throbbing cock. He closed his eyes, picturing Louis' face, his lips parted in a soft moan. It wasn't enough, though, never enough. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't replicate the feeling of Louis' touch, the warmth of his body pressed against his own.

But still, Harry persisted, his movements becoming more frantic as he chased that elusive release. He bit down on his lip to stifle a cry of frustration, his hips thrusting desperately into his hand as he finally found the sweet release he had been craving. But even as he came, his mind was still filled with thoughts of Louis, his longing for him as strong as ever.

As Harry lay there, spent and panting, he knew that nothing could ever compare to the real thing, to the feeling of Louis' arms around him, his lips on his skin. After catching his breath, Harry reached for his phone, and he dialed Louis' number. 

"Hey, love," Louis said, his tone filled with affection. "Miss me already?"

Harry's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Louis' voice,"God, Louis, you have no idea," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't stop thinking about you. I miss you so much."

Louis chuckled softly on the other end of the line. "Oh yeah?" he teased. "What have you been up to while l've been away?"

Harry felt a blush creeping up his cheeks at the thought of confessing what he had just been doing. "I, uh, l've been...thinking about you," he admitted. "A lot."

"Oh, have you now?" Louis replied, and Harry could hear him smirking. "What have you been thinking about, exactly?"

Harry swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry as he struggled to find the words. "I've been thinking about your lips," he confessed, his breath hitching in his chest.

"And your hands, and... and your thighs."

Louis let out a low groan on the other end of the line, the sound sending a shiver down Harry's spine. "Fuck, Harry," he muttered, his voice rough with desire. "You're killing me here."

"I've been imagining all the things I want you to do to me," he said. "The way I want you to touch me, tease me... make me beg for more."

Louis let out a low moan, the sound sending a jolt of arousal straight to Harry's core. "Jesus, Harry," he gasped, his voice strained with need. "You have no idea how much I want you right now."

But then Louis' voice softened "baby, I hate to do this, but I have another interview lined up. I have to go."

Harry's stomach sank. "Already?" he murmured, trying to keep the disappointment out of his voice.

"Yeah, love," Louis replied softly. "I wish I could stay on the phone with you all day, but you know how it is."

"I know," Harry said, forcing a smile. "I love you, Lou."

"I love you too, more than anything," Louis replied. "We'll talk soon, okay?"

"Okay," Harry whispered, his voice filled with a mix of longing and resignation. The call ended, leaving Harry staring at his phone, the silence of the room pressing in on him once more.

A few seconds later, his phone buzzed with a new message. Harry's breath hitched as he saw it was from Louis. He opened the text, his eyes widening at the sight of the photo attached. It was a closeup of Louis' bulge, straining against the fabric of his shorts. 

Boobear 

"Look what you've done to me, baby."

Harry's heart raced, a flush of heat spreading through his body. He bit his lip, unable to tear his eyes away from the picture. The ache inside him, which had only just been momentarily eased, flared up again with renewed intensity.

He quickly typed a reply, his fingers trembling with excitement and desire. "I wish I could be there to take care of you," he wrote, hitting send before he could overthink it.

Louis' response was immediate. 

Boobear 

"Soon, love."

Harry couldn't concentrate on his work anymore. The memory of Louis' photo lingered in his mind, making it impossible to focus on anything else. He decided to check if Louis' interview was live. With a few quick clicks, he found the livestream and settled on the sofa, his laptop balanced on his knees.

The camera panned to Louis, who was sitting comfortably, his legs spread wide. Harry noticed the bulge in Louis' shorts, barely concealed and even more noticeable now. Louis shifted in his seat, adjusting himself discreetly. The interviewer didn't seem to notice, but Harry's eyes were glued to the screen.

As the interview went on, Harry couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. He knew he wasn't the only one noticing Louis. He opened Twitter and began scrolling through the latest tweets about Louis. 

@tommo_forever:Louis adjusting himself during the interview... I'm losing my mind over here.

@louislove1991:Why does Louis have to be so perfect? His bulge is distracting me more than it should help. 

@lesbians4lou: Did anyone else notice Louis adjusting himself?

@LouAndHazza:Harry must be missing Louis so much right now. I bet he's watching this and dying inside.

Harry felt a knot of jealousy tighten in his chest. He knew people admired Louis, but seeing all these tweets made him feel possessive. He hated how everyone else got to see Louis like this, how they were all thirsting over him. He wanted Louis all to himself.

Despite his jealousy, Harry couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen. Louis was answering questions with his usual charm, flashing that confident smirk that drove Harry crazy. He wished he could reach through the screen and pull Louis into his arms.

Every now and then, Louis would shift in his seat, and Harry's eyes would be drawn to the way his trousers stretched over his thighs. It was maddening, knowing that everyone else could see what he desperately wanted to keep for himself.

As the interview wrapped up, Harry closed the live stream and picked his phone up, feeling more frustrated than ever. He knew he should get back to work, but his mind was too full of thoughts of Louis. He picked up his phone again, typing out a quick message.

"You're driving me crazy. I need you so much right now."

He knew he couldn't have Louis physically with him right now, but he could still tease him, make him ache for more, just like Louis had done to him with that photo.

With a mischievous grin, Harry got up from the sofa and walked over to his bedroom. He rummaged through his dresser until he found what he was looking for, a pair of silk panties. Harry had always liked the way they felt against his skin, the way they made him feel sexy and feminine.

He slipped them on, relishing the softness of the fabric against his thighs. Then, he grabbed his phone and positioned it on the bedside table, making sure to capture the perfect angle. With a deep breath, he hit record.

The video started innocently enough, with Harry lying back on the bed, his hands trailing over his body. But as he moved, the camera caught glimpses of the lace peeking out from beneath his joggers, the sight enough to make Harry's own heart race.

He reached down, pulling down his joggers in the process and started to touch himself, his movements slow and deliberate. He closed his eyes and let out a soft moan, imagining Louis' hands on him instead of his own. The thought sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine, and he couldn't help but arch his back, offering himself up to the camera.

He wanted Louis to see how much he craved him, how desperate he was for his touch. And if it meant teasing him a little in the process, well, that was just an added bonus.

With one final moan, Harry ended the video and hit send, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of Louis watching it, his desire for him growing with every passing second. 

Harry's heart raced as he hit send on the video, his mind already spinning with anticipation of Louis' response. He watched the screen intently, waiting for the familiar buzz of a message. After what felt like an eternity, his phone lit up with a notification.

It was from Louis. Harry's pulse quickened as he read the text.

Boobear 

"Call me in 15 minutes."

A surge of excitement rushed through Harry. Fifteen minutes later, Harry dialed Louis' number. The phone and Louis immediately answered.

"Hey, love," Louis greeted, his tone warm and affectionate.

"Hey," Harry replied, his voice already thick with desire. "I miss you."

"I miss you too love, even if it’s only been a few hours," he laughed, "That video was... incredible. You look so fucking gorgeous."

Harry's cheeks flushed. "I'm glad you liked it.”

"You have no idea how much I want you right now.

"I want you too, babe. So much.”

Louis chuckled softly. "Good. Now, why don't you do something for me?"

Harry's heart raced. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to strip for me," Louis said, his voice low and commanding. "Slowly, I want to see every inch of you."

A thrill shot through Harry at the command. "Okay," he breathed, already feeling the heat pooling between his legs.

Harry wasted no time in obeying, his hands moving quickly to shed his clothes. He peeled off his shirt first, tossing it aside carelessly before moving on to his joggers.

With eager hands, he pushed them down his legs, revealing the lacy panties he wore underneath. "Take them off," Louis ordered, his tone firm. Harry obeyed, slipping his underwear down his legs and stepping out of them. He stood there naked, feeling exposed, but also incredibly turned on.

"Good boy," Louis murmured, his voice sending shivers down Harry's spine. "Now, lie back on the bed for me, baby."

Harry complied, positioning himself on the bed as Louis instructed. He spread his legs wide, offering himself up to Louis' gaze, his heart pounding with anticipation.

Louis' voice came through the phone, low and husky. "Touch yourself for me, darling. Show me how much you want me."

Harry's hand moved of its own accord, trailing down his chest to the growing hardness between his legs. He closed his eyes, imagining Louis' hands on him instead of his own, his touch firm and demanding.

"Fuck," Louis muttered, his voice strained with desire. "You look so good like that, darling. I wish I could be there with you, touching you, tasting you."

Harry moaned at the thought, his hips bucking up into his hand as he stroked himself. "I want you," he gasped, his voice thick with need. "I need you."

“Stop.”

"Now," Louis continued, his voice growing husky with desire. "I want to see you play with those pretty tits of yours."

Harry moaned softly as he followed Louis' instructions, his fingers tracing delicate patterns over his chest. He teased his nipples, gasping as he felt them harden under his touch.

Louis' voice sounded like velvet in his ear as he directed Harry's movements. "That's it, baby," he murmured. "Pinch them for me, make yourself moan."

Harry obeyed, his fingers tightening around his nipples as he let out a low, guttural moan. He could feel himself growing more and more aroused under Louis' watchful gaze from the phone, his body humming with desire.

"Now, baby," Louis said, his voice thick with desire. "I want you to grab the lube and start stretching yourself for me. I want to see you touch that tight little hole of yours."

Harry's breath hitched in his throat at the command, but he didn't hesitate. He reached for the bottle of lube and poured a generous amount onto his fingers. With slow, deliberate movements, he spread the slick substance over his entrance, his breath catching in his throat as he felt himself relax under his touch.

Louis' voice was a seductive purr in his ear as he guided Harry's movements. "That's it, baby," he murmured. "I want you to take it slow, enjoy the sensation. I want to hear all your pretty moans."

Harry moaned softly as he followed Louis' instructions, his fingers sliding in and out of himself with agonizing slowness. He closed his eyes, lost in the sensation, as Louis' voice urged him on to greater heights of pleasure.

Louis' voice was a seductive purr in his ear as he guided Harry's movements. "Now, baby," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I want you to grab your dildo and show me how much you want it."

Harry's breath hitched in his throat at the command, but he didn't hesitate. He reached for the dildo and held it up to his lips, licking and sucking on the silicone, imagining it was Louis' cock instead.

Louis' voice was filled with approval as he watched Harry. "That's it, baby," he murmured. "Show me how much you want it. You're gagging for it, aren't you?"

Harry moaned around the dildo, the taste of silicone filling his mouth. "Yes, Lou," he gasped, his voice muffled. "I want it so bad."

Louis chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver of pleasure down Harry's spine.

"Good boy," he said, his tone filled with pride. "Now, I want you to lube. I want to see you slide it in and out of your wet hole."

Harry obeyed, coating the dildo with lube and positioning it at his entrance. With a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed it inside, gasping as he felt himself stretch around the toy.

Louis' voice was a steady stream of encouragement as he guided Harry's movements. "That's it, baby," he murmured. "Fuck yourself for me. Show me how much you want it."

Harry moaned as he followed Louis' instructions, thrusting the dildo in and out of himself with abandon. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his arousal building with every stroke.

Louis' voice was a low, guttural growl as he urged Harry on. "That's it, baby," he gasped. 

Come for me, darling. Come for daddy."

With one final thrust, Harry felt himself hurtling over the edge, pleasure washing over him in a tidal wave of ecstasy. He cried out Louis' name as he came, his body shaking with the force of his release.

As Harry lay there, panting and trying to catch his breath, Louis' voice filled his ears, soothing and comforting. "You were so good for me, baby," Louis murmured, "I'm so proud of you beautiful.”

Harry smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at Louis' praise. "Thanks, Lou," he whispered, his voice still shaky from his release.

Louis' voice was filled with care as he spoke again. "Are you okay, love? Do you need anything?"

Harry nodded, "I'm okay," he replied, his voice a little stronger now. "Just a bit tired, that's all."

Louis let out a soft sigh of relief. "Good," he said, his tone gentle. "I want you to go get some frozen mango and water, okay? And then I want you to take a nice warm bath. You deserve it, after being such a good boy."

Harry smiled at the thought of Louis taking care of him, even from a distance. "Okay, Lou," he replied.

With Louis still on FaceTime, Harry slowly got up from the bed, his legs feeling a little wobbly after his intense orgasm. He made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a bag of frozen mango from the freezer and a bottle of water from the fridge.

As he sat down at the kitchen table, Harry took a bite of the cold mango, letting out a soft moan at the sweet, refreshing taste.

"Mmm," he murmured, savoring the sensation. "This is so good, Louis."

Louis chuckled softly at Harry's moan, the sound sending a jolt of desire straight to Harry's core. "Stop teasing, love," Louis said playfully, his voice laced with affection. "You're making me jealous of a bag of frozen fruit."

Harry couldn't help but laugh at Louis' comment, the sound echoing through the kitchen. "Sorry, Louis," he replied, his voice filled with amusement. "But you know how much I love frozen mango."

There was a brief pause on the line before Louis spoke again, his tone more serious this time. "I hate to cut this short, love, but I've got to go, Promise me you'll enjoy your bath and take some time for yourself."

Harry nodded, "I promise, Louis," he said, determination lacing his voice. "I'll take the longest, most luxurious bath just for you."

Louis chuckled softly. "I'll hold you to that, love,"

"Okay, Louis," Harry replied, a smile playing on his lips. "Take care."

With that, they said their goodbyes, and Harry was left alone in the quiet of the kitchen. He finished his mango in silence, savoring the sweetness on his tongue, before making his way to the bathroom.

As Harry sank into the warm embrace of the bathwater, he felt the tension melt away from his muscles. He closed his eyes and let himself relax, the events of the day fading into the background as he focused on the sensation of the water against his skin.

It was only when he reached for his phone, which he had left on the edge of the tub, he saw a message from Louis and opened it.  

Boobear 

"Please wash the sheets" 

To Boobear

“Yes sir 🥵🫡”

He set his phone aside and finished his bath, the warm water soothing his tired muscles. Once he was done, he wrapped himself in a fluffy towel and headed to the bedroom.

Harry stripped the bed, gathering the come covered sheets in his arms. As he replaced them with fresh, clean ones. 

After starting the washing machine with the old sheets, Harry climbed into his freshly made bed, the scent of clean linen filling the room and settled under the covers. 

As Harry lay in bed, his thoughts consumed by the video of Louis pleasuring himself, a pang of guilt washed over him.

He couldn't shake the feeling that he had been selfish, indulging in his own pleasure without considering Louis' needs. With a sigh, he reached for his phone and opened a new message to Louis.

To Boobear 

"Did you get off too?"

Harry waited for a response, and after a few agonizing moments, his phone buzzed with a notification. It was a video message from Louis. Harry clicked on the video and watched as it began to play.

The image that greeted him was enough to make his breath catch in his throat. Louis stood in front of a mirror, his messy hair falling around his face. His cheeks were flushed, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. But it was his expression that held Harry's attention captive. Louis' eyes were dark with desire, his lips parted in a soft moan as he ran his hands over his body.

Louis' hand moved down his chest, tracing the lines of his abdomen before coming to rest at his waistband. With a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed his joggers and briefs down, revealing his hard cock already glistening with precome. Harry's breath hitched at the sight, his own arousal spiking as he watched Louis stroke himself.

"Fuck, Harry," Louis moaned, his voice low and husky. "I can't stop thinking about you. I need you so fucking much."

Harry's heart raced as he watched, his eyes glued to the screen. He felt a surge of desire at the sight of Louis pleasuring himself, his hand moving over his cock in slow, deliberate strokes.

"I wish you were here with me," Louis continued, his voice filled with longing. "I want to feel you...fuck, I want you so bad."

And then, with a low groan, Louis let out a shuddering breath as he came, his release painting his stomach in ribbons of white.

Harry's eyes widened at the sight, his own arousal spiking as he watched Louis fall apart before him.

As the video ended, Harry found himself unable to put his phone down. He replayed the video over and over, each time feeling a fresh surge of desire coursing through him.

As Harry replayed the video, he couldn't help but admire every detail of Louis' appearance. His husband was undeniably hot and pretty, with a mix of strength and delicacy that left Harry breathless.

Louis' scruff added a rugged masculinity to his appearance, contrasting with his soft, delicate features. His muscles rippled with every movement, a testament to his strength and athleticism. But it was the way Louis' tuffs of hair fell across his forehead, framing his piercing blue eyes, that always made Harry's heart skip a beat.

And then there was Louis' waist, slender and toned, yet undeniably sexy. Harry could imagine wrapping his arms around it, pulling Louis close and feeling the warmth of his body against his own.

But what really drove Harry wild were Louis' hands. Veiny and strong, yet capable of such delicate touches. He watched in awe as Louis stroked himself, his tattoos standing out against his flushed skin.

"Holy shit," Harry muttered to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "So fucking beautiful."

As the video played on a loop, Harry felt a surge of desire coursing through him. He couldn't help but imagine being with Louis in that moment, feeling his touch, hearing his moans, tasting his skin.

With a groan of frustration, Harry set his phone aside and closed his eyes running his hands through his hair, his mind filled with thoughts of Louis. He knew that no matter how much he watched the video, it would never be enough. He wanted Louis here with him, in the flesh, their bodies pressed together. 

A flush of heat spread across his cheeks, Harry snapped a quick photo of himself in bed, blushing and tousled from arousal. With a racing heart, he sent it to Louis

A moment later, his phone buzzed Harry's heart skipped a beat as he opened the message.

Boobear ❤️ an image

Boobear

"You look so pretty darling" 

Boobear

"Good night, Dream of me ;)"

Harry couldn't help but smile at Louis' words, feeling a rush of warmth flood through him. He snuggled deeper into his blankets. 

—

Louis sat on the edge of his hotel bed, his phone in hand, gazing longingly at the photo of Harry. Even through the screen, Harry’s beauty was undeniable, and Louis found himself smiling despite the loneliness that had settled in his chest.

"Damn, you’re gorgeous," Louis whispered, his voice filled with longing. It had only been two days since he left for his press tour in South America, but it felt like an eternity. Every press event, every interview, only heightened the ache of missing Harry. The hotel bed felt too big, and the silence too loud without Harry's presence.

Louis sighed and stood up, stretching his tired muscles. The long day of press had taken its toll, and he was ready to change into something more comfortable. As he rifled through his suitcase, he found a pair of boxers and started to undress. Suddenly, a sharp pain twisted in his stomach, making him double over. The nausea hit him hard, and he clutched his abdomen, trying to steady himself.

"What the fuck?" he muttered, taking deep breaths to stave off the wave of sickness. He thought back to his dinner, wondering if it had been something he ate, but he came up blank. The pain persisted, and he knew he needed to lie down, but first, he wanted to change.

Louis slipped on the clean boxers, every movement slow and deliberate. The nausea didn’t subside, and he felt a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He knew he was about to be sick. Stumbling towards the bathroom, he was grateful he wasn’t on a call with Harry. Harry couldn’t stand the sound or sight of vomiting, and the last thing Louis wanted was to worry him.

He knelt by the toilet, his stomach heaving. The sickness came violently, and he retched into the bowl, his body trembling with each convulsion. When he finally stopped, he still felt a lingering nausea, his stomach twisting painfully.

"Fuck," he groaned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He still didn’t feel better, and he stood up slowly, clutching his stomach as he made his way back to the bedroom. He rummaged through his luggage, searching for something to take that might ease the nausea. 

Finally finding some anti-nausea tablets, Louis swallowed one with a sip of water, hoping it would provide some relief. He climbed into bed, curling up and clutching his stomach, wishing more than anything that Harry was there to hold him. The days apart felt endless, and he longed for the moment when he could finally be back in Harry’s arms.

Despite the anti-nausea tablet he had taken, the sickness refused to abate. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, his body feeling hot and clammy beneath the covers. He closed his eyes, willing himself to sleep, but every attempt was thwarted by the persistent ache in his gut.

With a frustrated sigh, Louis sat up, running a hand through his tousled hair. He couldn't shake the feeling of unease, the nagging fear that he might be sick again. He knew he couldn't spend the night huddled over the toilet, but the thought of lying back down made his stomach churn even more.

Gritting his teeth, Louis pushed himself out of bed and stumbled back into the bathroom. He knelt by the toilet once more. As he retched into the bowl, he couldn't help but pray silently that he wasn't coming down with something serious. The last thing he wanted was to be sick when he got back home, especially not in front of Harry.

Louis knew how much Harry hated vomiting, how it made him queasy just to hear the sound of it. He didn't want to put his husband through that, didn't want to see the concern in Harry's eyes if he were to fall ill. Harry always took care of him, always put his needs first, and Louis couldn't bear the thought of causing him any distress.

After what felt like an eternity, the nausea subsided once more, leaving Louis feeling weak and drained. He flushed the toilet and stood up slowly, rinsing his mouth out with water. As he made his way back to bed, he couldn't shake the worry that lingered in the back of his mind.

Climbing under the covers, Louis curled up on his side, his thoughts consumed by the image of Harry's concerned face. He closed his eyes, trying to push away the anxiety that threatened to overwhelm him. All he could do now was hope that whatever was causing his illness would pass quickly, and that he would be back home with Harry soon, safe and sound.

The next morning, Louis woke up feeling even worse than the night before. His head throbbed, his throat felt raw, and a wave of nausea washed over him as he sat up in bed. With a groan, he stumbled out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before heaving up the contents of his stomach once again.

As he knelt on the cold tile floor, his throat burning from the acid, Louis couldn't help but feel utterly miserable. He flushed the toilet and rinsed his mouth out, his voice scratchy and hoarse from the ordeal. He splashed some water on his face, hoping to alleviate some of the heat that seemed to suffuse his body.

Just as Louis was crawling back into bed, his phone rang, startling him. He glanced at the screen to see Harry's name flashing, and despite feeling like death warmed over, he couldn't help but smile.

Swallowing down the bile rising in his throat, Louis answered the call, trying to sound as normal as possible.

"Hey, love," he greeted, his voice coming out raspy and strained. "How's it going?"

Harry's concerned voice filtered through the line, his brows furrowing as he took in Louis's appearance. "You look a bit sweaty, babe. Is everything okay?"

Louis forced a laugh, the sound coming out more like a cough. "Yeah, it's just really hot in here," he lied, wiping a shaky hand across his forehead. He didn't want Harry to know he was sick, and didn't want to worry him any more than he already was.

But Harry wasn't convinced. "Your voice sounds a bit raspy, Lou. Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

Louis chuckled, trying to play off his raspy voice as a joke. "Do I now? Must be the dry air in this hotel room," he replied, hoping Harry would buy his excuse.

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Harry spoke again, his tone laced with concern. "Well, make sure you stay hydrated, okay? And get some rest if you need it. I don't want you overdoing it."

"Alright, love," Louis murmured, his voice still strained. "I'll talk to you later, yeah?"

"Of course, babe," Harry replied softly. "Take care of yourself, okay? I'll be thinking of you."

Louis felt a pang of guilt at Harry's concern, but he pushed it aside with a forced smile. "Always do," he said, trying to sound cheerful. "Love you."

"Love you too, Lou," Harry said, his voice filled with warmth. "Get some rest."

Louis lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. He had just ended the call with Harry, and a heavy guilt weighed on his chest. He had lied to his husband about how he was feeling, and it made him feel like a terrible person.

He knew Harry would always be there for him, especially when he was sick. Even though Harry hated talking about anything to do with throwing up, he would still want to know if Louis wasn't feeling well. He would want to comfort him, to make him feel better.

But Louis couldn't bring himself to tell Harry the truth. He felt like he could handle it on his own, that it was just a passing sickness that would be gone in a few days. He didn't want to worry Harry or make him feel queasy because he was throwing up.

At the same time, though, a part of Louis wished Harry knew. He wanted to complain about how awful he felt, to have Harry by his side offering words of comfort and support. Even if it sounded pathetic and stupid, Louis just wanted his husband there with him, even if it was just over a video call while he was throwing up.

He ran his hands through his hair in frustration, feeling utterly alone in his sickness. He cursed softly under his breath. Then, with a heavy sigh, he pushed himself out of bed and went to get a glass of water.

As he drank, he couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that enveloped him. All he wanted was to be back home with Harry, where he could be honest about how he was feeling, where he could let his guard down and admit just how sick he really was.

He knew he was being stubborn, but he couldn't help it. He just hoped that this sickness would pass soon, and he could go back to being his usual self.

Louis climbed back into bed, pulling the covers tight around him. He closed his eyes, willing himself to fall asleep and escape from his thoughts. Deep down, though, he knew that until he could be honest with Harry, the guilt would continue to gnaw at him, eating away at his peace of mind.

But just as he started to drift off, another wave of nausea hit him, stronger than before. He stumbled out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, barely making it in time before he was sick again. The bitter taste filled his mouth, and he felt tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.

After he finished, Louis rinsed his mouth with water and mouthwash again, trying to wash away the lingering taste. He glanced at his phone, contemplating calling Harry again but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't want to burden Harry with his sickness, and didn't want to make him worry.

Louis felt  like a complete dick for lying to Harry and shutting him out. He knew he should be honest with his husband, but the fear of his reaction held him back. He just hoped that this sickness would pass soon, and he could make it up to Harry somehow.

—

On the day Louis was coming back home, he felt significantly better. It had been two days since the last time he threw up, and his stomach had finally settled. Despite this, he still felt cautious, worried that he might still be contagious and could get Harry sick. But he knew he had to tell Harry everything when he got back, 

Louis packed his suitcase, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. The thought of seeing Harry again filled him with joy, but the guilt of hiding his sickness made his heart heavy. 

Louis couldn't focus on the in-flight movie or the book he had brought. His mind kept drifting to the upcoming conversation with Harry. He rehearsed what he would say, how he would apologize for not being honest, and how he would explain his reasons.

—

Harry waited eagerly in the living room, his excitement grew with every passing minute. He couldn't sit still, his heart racing as he anticipated Louis' return from his trip. Glancing at his phone for the millionth time, he felt a surge of joy when he heard the familiar sound of keys jingling at the door.

Bouncing over, he swung the door open, revealing Louis standing there with a tired but warm smile. Harry's face lit up with delight as he practically lunged forward, enveloping Louis in a tight embrace. Louis chuckled softly, reciprocating the hug with equal enthusiasm.

"It's so good to see you, babe," Louis said, his voice filled with genuine affection. Harry pulled back slightly, a wide grin spreading across his face.

"I've missed you like crazy," 

Louis stepped inside, setting down his bag with a weary sigh. Despite his fatigue, his eyes sparkled with happiness as he looked at Harry. 

Without hesitation, Harry threw himself into Louis' arms, reveling in the warmth of his embrace. It felt like coming home after a long journey, being wrapped in Louis' arms once again, when really it was Louis coming home. Louis chuckled softly, his arms tightening around Harry in a comforting hold.

"I missed you too, Haz," Louis murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Harry's head. But as Harry leaned in for a kiss, he felt a gentle hand on his chest, halting him in his tracks. Confusion flickered across his face as he looked up at Louis, who wore a mixture of affection and concern in his eyes.

"Wait, love," Louis said softly, his hand resting gently on Harry's chest. "There's something I need to tell you."

Harry's heart skipped a beat, a flicker of worry igniting in his chest. "What is it, Louis? Are you okay?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

Louis nodded reassuringly, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'm okay, Haz. But I've been sick," he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. "I was throwing up during the trip, and I didn't want to worry you."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, a wave of concern washing over him. "Why didn't you tell me?" 

Louis's voice trembled as he replied, "I didn't want to make you worry or feel uncomfortable. I know how much you hate anything to do with throwing up."

Harry shook his head, his expression softening. "I do hate it, but that doesn't mean I don't want to know when you're not feeling well. I want to take care of you, Lou."

"I'm sorry for hiding it from you. I just thought I could handle it on my own."

"But you're not sick now, right? So you can kiss me," he pleaded, longing for the affection he had been craving all week.

Louis shook his head, a look of regret crossing his features. "I'm still feeling under the weather, love." he explained gently, his voice tinged with concern. "And I don't want to risk getting you sick. 

Harry's shoulders slumped, understanding Louis' reasoning but still feeling a pang of disappointment. He knew Louis was only looking out for him, but it didn't make the longing for his touch any less intense.

Harry leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Louis' neck, It wasn't the same as kissing his lips, but it was a small gesture of affection that brought a sense of comfort to both of them.

Louis let out a soft sigh, his hand coming up to gently stroke Harry's hair. "You're too good to me, Haz," he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude. "I promise I'll make it up to you once I'm feeling better."

Harry smiled softly, his heart swelling with love for this caring and considerate man before him. "I can wait," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. 

—

As they settled onto the couch, Harry's heart sank with profound disappointment. Though he was grateful to have Louis back, the ache of his unfulfilled desires gnawed at him relentlessly. 

Harry nestled into Louis' lap, Louis, ever attentive, began to play with Harry's hair, his gentle fingers threading through the soft strands with a tenderness that made Harry's heart ache even more. As Louis rubbed and squeezed his waist, Harry couldn't help but yearn for something more.

In that moment, all Harry could think about was the intimacy he craved with every fiber of his being. His mind conjured vivid fantasies of Louis touching every inch of his body.

He imagined the sensation of tracing the contours of Louis' toned abs with his fingertips, The thought of running his hands over Louis' firm bum, of holding his hands in a tight grip, sent shivers of coursing through Harry's veins.

He longed to suck on Louis fingers, to feel them slide into his mouth with an intoxicating sweetness that left him breathless. The mere thought of Louis' lips on his nipples, of his hands gripping his hips with a firm yet tender touch, made Harry's pulse race with excitement.

A small whimper escaped Harry's lips, a sound of frustration and longing that echoed in the quiet of the room. 

“You alright darling?”

"Yeah, I'm okay," Harry replied, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Louis looked down at Harry "Babe, I really don’t want to get you sick. You know how much you hate throwing up," he said softly, continuing to rub Harry’s back in slow, comforting circles. "It's just a few days, yeah?"

Harry sighed, burying his face deeper into Louis' lap. He knew Louis was right, but the longing within him was almost unbearable. He felt Louis' hand move back to his waist, giving it a gentle squeeze, and the simple touch made Harry's heart ache even more.

"Obviously I want you too, darling," Louis continued, his voice soothing yet firm. "But it’s not worth seeing you all upset and sick. Remember last time?"

Harry did remember. The last time he had caught a bug from Louis, he had been miserable for days. He hated throwing up more than anything, and Louis had been beside himself with worry. As much as he wanted Louis to touch him, to be with him in every way, he couldn't deny the logic in his husband's words.

Harry lifted his head slightly, looking up at Louis with a mix of frustration and understanding. "I know, Louis. I just... I missed you so much. It’s hard to wait."

Louis' expression softened, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Harry's forehead. "I missed you too, love. More than anything. But I promise, once I'm better, I'll make it up to you.”

Harry nodded, let out another small sigh and nuzzled back into Louis' lap, seeking the comfort and warmth that only his husband could provide.l

Louis continued to stroke Harry's hair, his touch tender and reassuring. "It won't be long, Harry. Just a few more days, and then I'll be all yours again."

Louis spoke again, “…What were you thinking about, love?" he asked.

Harry hesitated for a moment, his cheeks flushing "I was... I was thinking about you," Harry admitted.

"About how much I want you to... to touch me, to... to fuck me."

“Tell me," he urged, his voice low and husky. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

Harry took a deep breath, summoning the courage to articulate the depths of his desires. "I want... I want you to grab my hair," he began, his words coming out in a rush. "I want you to grip my hips, to guide me as you... as you fuck me."

He felt Louis' hand inching closer to the waistband of his pants, a teasing brush of fingertips against his skin that sent a jolt of pleasure through his body. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he continued, the words tumbling out in a desperate rush.

"I want you to suck on my neck, to leave marks that remind me that I’m yours," he gasped, his voice trembling with need. "I want you to play with my... with my tits."

Louis' hand stilled on Harry’s cock for a moment, as he processed Harry's words. "Your tits, huh?", he said with a smirk. "I guess that wouldn't get you sick, would it baby?"

Before Harry could respond, Louis was already crawling on top of him, his movements slow and deliberate. With a swift motion, he lifted Harry's shirt off, baring his chest to the cool air of the room.

Harry's breath caught in his throat as he felt Louis' warm breath ghosting over his exposed skin. He closed his eyes and let out a soft moan as Louis' lips closed around one of his nipples, sucking and licking.

Louis' fingers traced over Harry's chest, his touch alternating between gentle caresses and firm pinches that sent waves of pleasure coursing through Harry's body.

He could feel the heat of Louis' mouth against his skin, the wetness of his tongue as he lavished attention on Harry's sensitive nipples.

With each flick and tug, Harry felt himself growing more and more lost in the sensation, his mind consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of Louis' touch. He arched his back, offering himself up to Louis' ministrations, his moans filling the air as he surrendered to the ecstasy of their shared desire.

As Louis continued to lavish attention on Harry's nipples, Harry's breath hitched with each flick and tug. "Oh god” he gasped, his voice heavy with desire.

Louis hummed in response, He continued to tease and tantalize Harry's nipples, alternating between gentle licks and firm sucks that left Harry squirming beneath him.

"You like that, baby?" Louis murmured, his voice low and husky with arousal. "You like it when I play with your tits?"

Harry could only nod in response, his words lost in a haze of pleasure. He reached out to tangle his fingers in Louis' hair, urging him on with a gentle tug.

Louis grinned against Harry's skin, his lips curving into a wicked smile. "I could do this all night, you know," he teased, his breath hot against Harry's chest.

Harry let out a soft whimper, his body thrumming with anticipation. "Please, Lou," he whined, his voice filled with need. "I need more."

Louis released Harry's nipple from his mouth, only to replace it with his fingers. He pinched Harry's sensitive nubs, sending jolts of pleasure racing through his body. Harry arched his back, his moans growing louder with each touch. "Fuck…" he gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily against Louis' touch.

Louis smirked, his eyes dark with desire as he continued to torment Harry's nipples with his fingers. "You're so sensitive, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I love it."

"Mmm, Louis," Harry moaned, his voice a desperate plea for more. "Please, I need..."

But before Harry could finish his sentence, Louis shifted his position, pushing his knee into Harry's crotch. The pressure against his growing erection elicited a moan from Harry's lips, his hips instinctively bucking against Louis' touch.

Louis leaned in close, his lips brushing against Harry's ear as he whispered in a husky tone, "You like that, baby? You want me to make you feel good?"

Harry could only nod, his breath coming in ragged gasps as desire consumed him. He reached out to grab Louis' waist, his hands gripping the firm muscles as he pulled Louis closer, craving more of his touch.

Louis let out a low groan at the sensation of Harry's hands on his waist, and continued to tease and torment Harry's nipples, But as Harry's moans grew louder and more desperate, a flicker of concern crossed Louis' face. He could see the tears welling up in Harry's eyes.

"Harry, darling, what's wrong?" Louis asked, his voice filled with genuine concern as he wiped away the tears that had begun to fall.

Harry shook his head, his breath hitching as he struggled to find the words. "l... I need you, Louis," he choked out, his voice thick with emotion. "Please, I don't care if I get sick. I just need you to fuck me, please."

With a tender smile, Louis leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Harry's lips, the touch soft and reassuring. 

Louis pulled down Harry's pants, revealing his lace panties. "You're so pretty” Louis murmured. "I'm going to make you feel so good, darling."

Louis leaned in to place soft kisses along Harry's thighs, Harry's breath hitched as Louis moved closer to his inner thighs, his tongue darting out to leave love bites in its wake.

Harry moaned in pleasure as Louis sucked on his inner thighs, He reached out to grasp Louis' hair, pulling him closer while letting out needy whimpers. Louis chuckled softly at Harry's eagerness, and with a swift motion, he lifted Harry up into his arms and carried him to their bedroom. 

Once they were settled on the bed, Louis wasted no time in fulfilling his promise. He leaned down to press soft kisses to Harry's lower back, his hands roaming over Harry's hips as he positioned himself between his legs.

"Tap me if it’s too much.” With that, Louis lowered his head and pressed his tongue against Harry's hole, licking the sensitive skin.

Harry's moans grew louder with each flick of Louis' tongue, his body arching with pleasure as he surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment. Louis' tongue licked every inch of Harry's puckered entrance, He sucked and licked with abandon, practically about to come from each intoxicating sound that escaped Harry's lips.

Louis continued to lavish attention on Harry's hole, as Harry writhed with pleasure underneath him.

"Louis," Harry gasped, "Please, I need you inside me." Louis lifted his head from Harry's hole. "You want me to fuck you, baby?" he murmured, his voice husky. Harry nodded eagerly, as he spread his legs wider, inviting Louis in. "Yes, please," he pleaded, his eyes dark with need. "I need you to fill me up, Louis. I need to feel you deep inside me."

Louis reached for the strawberry-flavored lube, Harry's anticipation grew, his heart pounding with desire. Louis poured a generous amount onto his fingers, coating them thoroughly before hovering over Harry's entrance.

But before Louis could push his fingers in, Harry spoke up, "I already stretched myself out this afternoon.”

Louis grinned down at him,"You're such a good boy for me, baby," he murmured, leaning down to press another tender kiss to Harry's lips.

As they kissed, Louis pulled back slightly, his fingers still coated in lube. "Why don't you lick the lube off my fingers, darling?" he suggested, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "We wouldn't want it to go to waste"

Harry's eyes lit up at the suggestion, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting Louis' tattooed fingers coated with lube. Without hesitation, he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Louis' fingers, sucking eagerly as he licked up every drop of lube.

Louis moaned softly at the sensation, his own desire growing with each passing moment. He began to move his fingers in and out of Harry's mouth, fucking him gently as he watched with hungry eyes.

Harry looked up at Louis, his green eyes dark with desire as he sucked and licked on Louis’s fingers like he would his cock. He reveled in the taste of Louis on his tongue, the sweet flavor driving him wild with need.

As Harry continued to suck and lick eagerly on Louis' fingers, Louis couldn't help but let out a soft groan.

"So eager to please me."

Louis began to move his fingers faster, thrusting them in and out of Harry's mouth, then he pulled his fingers from Harry's mouth and brought them to his own lips, tasting the remnants of Harry's sweetness. "You taste so good, Harry," he murmured.

Harry whimpered at the loss of contact, his body aching with need for more. "Please, Louis," he begged, his voice pleading. "I need you inside me. I need to feel you."

“I know, I know love.” 

"Fuck, I need lube for me dick," Louis muttered, realizing he'd used it all on his fingers then had Harry suck it off. He quickly grabbed the bottle again, squeezing out more of the strawberry-flavored lube onto his hand. As he did, he glanced at Harry and they both broke into a small laugh.

Harry's laughter quickly turned into a needy whimper as he watched Louis spread the lube over his erection, coating it thoroughly. "Hurry up, Louis," he pleaded.

Louis' eyes softened at Harry's words, and he leaned down to kiss him deeply. "I'm here, baby," he murmured against Harry's lips. "I'm going to take care of you."

With his dick now slick and ready, Louis positioned himself at Harry's entrance. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice gentle yet filled with anticipation. Harry nodded eagerly, "I need you now."

Louis slowly pushed inside Harry, He started with gentle, measured thrusts, "You're perfect for me, Harry," Louis whispered, his voice laced with love and desire. "So tight and warm. You take me so well."

Harry's moans grew louder with each movement. "Louis," he gasped, his hands clutching at Louis' shoulders. 

Louis grinned, enjoying the sight of Harry beneath him, lost in pleasure. "I love seeing you like this. So beautiful, so needy." he murmured, his thrusts becoming a little deeper, a little faster. 

Harry's fingers dug into Louis' back, leaving crescent-shaped imprints on his skin. "Please, Louis," he begged, his voice trembling. "Harder. I need more."

Louis' expression softened with adoration as he leaned down to kiss Harry deeply, their tongues tangling. "Anything for you, love," he whispered against Harry's lips. He pulled back slightly and gripped Harry's hips firmly, guiding him as he began to thrust harder, deeper.

Harry's eyes fluttered closed, his body arching with each powerful thrust. "Oh, God, Louis," he cried out, his voice raw with pleasure. "Yes, just like that."

"That's it, baby," Louis praised, his voice a low rumble. "You're doing so well. Taking me so perfectly."

“My perfect, good boy.”

““I’m your good boy,” he responded breathlessly, his voice filled with a desperate need to please. “Only yours.”

Louis’ eyes darkened with even more passion at Harry’s response. “That’s right, Harry,” he whispered, his thrusts becoming harder and more deliberate. “You’re mine. All mine.”

Harry’s moans grew louder, his body responding eagerly to Louis’ movements. “Daddy,” he cried out, his hands clutching tightly at Louis’ back. “I’m yours. Always.”

Louis' hands moved to Harry's waist, gripping him tightly and pulling him closer with each thrust. The force of Louis' movements caused Harry's breath to hitch, his back arching off the bed as he met each thrust with equal fervor.

"You love it when I touch you here, don't you?" Louis murmured, his fingers trailing over Harry's chest to tease his sensitive nipples. He pinched and rolled the hard buds between his fingers, eliciting a loud moan from Harry.

"It feels so good. Please, don't stop, please.” He whimpered. 

Louis chuckled softly, "I won't stop, love. I want to make you feel so good. You deserve it."

Louis's thrusts grew more intense, his grip on Harry's hips firm and unwavering. He watched Harry's face contort with pleasure, knowing exactly what Harry needed. As their rhythm grew more urgent, Harry gasped, his voice breathy and desperate.

"Louis," Harry whimpered, his eyes pleading. "Choke me."

A slow, knowing smile spread across Louis's face. He slid his hand from Harry's waist up to his throat, wrapping his fingers around it with practiced ease.

"You're sure, baby?" Louis murmured, his voice low and reassuring.

Harry nodded eagerly, his green eyes dark with desire. "Yes, please. I need it."

Louis tightened his grip just enough to restrict Harry's airflow, making his breath hitch. He continued his deep, powerful thrusts, watching as Harry's eyes fluttered with a mix of pleasure and submission. The familiar sensation sent a rush of arousal through Louis, spurring him on.

"That's it, Harry," Louis growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take it for me. You're so perfect like this."

Harry's moans grew louder, each sound strained and filled with need. His hands clutched at Louis's back, his nails digging in as he tried to hold on. The pressure on his throat, combined with the relentless pace of Louis's thrusts, pushed him closer to the edge.

Louis's eyes never left Harry's face, watching the way his pupils dilated, his lips parted in silent gasps. "So beautiful when you let go." He praised.

Louis alternated his grip, sometimes squeezing harder and then loosening, letting Harry catch his breath before applying pressure again. The mix of control and release had Harry on the brink, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity.

Just as Harry felt himself teetering on the edge, he gave a little tap on Louis's shoulder, their prearranged signal for "yellow"—a sign to ease up. Instantly, Louis's hand loosened, and he rested it gently on Harry's neck, his touch warm and comforting.

"I know, l've got you, baby," Louis whispered, his voice soft and reassuring as he continued his deep, rhythmic thrusts.

Louis continued to rub Harry’s neck gently, his touch soothing and reassuring. “You’re doing so well,” he murmured, his voice soft as he maintained his deep, rhythmic thrusts.

Harry’s breath steadied, the comforting weight of Louis’s hand on his neck grounding him, allowing him to focus on the pleasure coursing through his body. Slowly, Louis moved his hand from Harry’s neck, letting his fingers trail down Harry’s chest and stomach, each touch sending shivers through Harry’s body.

When Louis’s hand finally reached Harry’s erection, he wrapped his fingers around the tip, rubbing it gently. The sensation was intense, and Harry’s response was immediate. He whimpered and whined, his hips bucking involuntarily into Louis’s hand.

“Louis,” Harry gasped, his voice thick with desperation. “I’m so close. I can’t hold on much longer.”

Louis shifted slightly, pulling Harry's legs up higher, changing the angle of his thrusts. The new position allowed him to go deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside Harry with each movement. At the same time, Louis's hand moved back to Harry's neck, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin, applying just enough pressure to make Harry feel the control without overwhelming him.

Harry's eyes widened, his breath hitching as the new angle sent jolts of pleasure through his body. "Louis," he whimpered, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"Please, I need to-"

“I know, doll" Louis interrupted softly, his thrusts becoming more deliberate. 

Louis's free hand was still over Harry’s sensitive sensitive tip. He squeezed and stroked in a perfect rhythm, matching the pace of his thrusts. The combination was almost too much for Harry, his body trembling on the brink of release.

Harry’s body tensed, his hands clutching at Louis’s shoulders as the pleasure built to an almost unbearable peak. 

"Louis," Harry cried out, his voice breaking. "I can't—I'm so close!"

Louis leaned down, capturing Harry's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. "Come for me, Harry," he whispered against his lips. "Let go."

Harry's body tensed and he finally let go.He came hard, spilling over Louis's hand and onto their stomachs, the warm liquid pooling on their skin and the sheets beneath them.

The feeling of Harry's release, combined with the way his body tightened around him, pushed Louis over the edge. "Harry," he groaned, his own orgasm crashing through him. He felt himself spill inside Harry, his hips bucking.

As the intensity of their climax subsided, Louis moved his hand from Harry's cock making Harry softly whine, his touch turning gentle and soothing. He leaned down to press soft kisses to Harry's flushed cheeks, his breath still ragged

"You're amazing, Harry," Louis whispered, his voice filled with admiration and love. 

Harry smiled weakly, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of their lovemaking. "God, I love you," 

Louis smiled down at him, his eyes soft with affection. "I love you too, darling,"

Harry shifted slightly, his body still buzzing. Louis, ever attentive, helped him move until Harry was comfortably nestled on top of him. Louis wrapped his arms around Harry, holding him close as they caught their breath. Harry nuzzled into Louis's chest.

As Harry shifted slightly, he found himself drawn to Louis's waist, admiring the smooth curve of it beneath his fingertips. "I fucking love your waist," he breathed, his voice reverent as he leaned in to press kisses and gentle love bites against Louis's skin.

As Harry traced his fingers along Louis's waist, he marveled at the softness of his skin. With each gentle touch, he pressed kisses and love bites against Louis's waist, leaving a trail of marks that made Louis shiver with pleasure.

Louis's hands tangled in Harry's hair, his touch gentle yet possessive as he urged Harry on, relishing in the sensation of his lips against his skin. He let out a soft moan as Harry's mouth trailed to the other side, sucking more love bites into his waist.

"God, Louis," Harry murmured, his voice filled with awe as he ran his hands down the smooth expanse of Louis' waist, gripping the skin on his hip bones. "You don't understand how much I love your waist."

Louis's lips curled into a playful pout, his eyebrows raising in mock offense. "Wow, Harry," he teased, his tone exaggeratedly dramatic. "So you love my waist, but you don't like my sparkling personality? I see how it is."

"You know what I mean, Lou," he replied with a grin, his fingers trailing back to gently caress Louis's waist. "Your personality is one of the things I love most about you. But right now, I just can't get over how perfect your waist is."

Louis rolled his eyes playfully, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Hmm, sure, Haz," he replied with mock skepticism, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm. "I'll try not to let my wounded ego get in the way of your love affair with my waist."

Harry grinned mischievously at Louis's playful banter, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Good," he replied with a smirk, his fingers going back to tracing lazy patterns along Louis's waist. Without missing a beat, he leaned in closer, pressing his lips against Louis's hipbone, sucking a love bite into the tender skin. 

Harry then moved down, flicking his tongue out, licking at Louis's tip with a teasing slowness that made Louis groan. He savored the salty taste, his eyes fluttering shut as he took in the sight of Louis's arousal.

Louis let out a soft gasp, his fingers instinctively threading through Harry's curls as he leaned back against the pillows, reveling in the sensation of Harry's lips against his skin. "You little tease," he murmured, as he tugged gently on Harry's curls.

Harry couldn't suppress his grin as he moved back up and continued to leave a trail of love bites along Louis's waist, relishing in the way Louis's fingers ran through his hair, sending shivers down his spine. Each gentle scratch of Louis's nails against his scalp made him moan softly, the sensation adding to the intoxicating pleasure that enveloped them.

Louis's touch was both tender and possessive, urging Harry on as he explored every inch of his waist with his lips and teeth. 

Louis's hands moved gently through Harry's curls, scratching lightly at Harry's scalp. Harry let out a soft moan, the sound vibrating against Louis's skin.

"I love it when you do that," Harry murmured, his voice filled with a mix of pleasure and adoration. He glanced up at Louis, his eyes half-lidded with desire.

"You have no idea how much I love your touch."

Louis smiled down at him, his fingers threading through Harry's hair with a tender possessiveness. "And I love your curls, Haz," he replied, his voice soft and affectionate. "They're so soft, so perfect."

Harry hummed appreciatively, his eyes closing momentarily as he savored the sensation of Louis's hands in his hair. But as he felt Louis's fingers tighten in his hair, Harry couldn't resist the urge to tease him further. With a playful glint in his eyes, he moved down, gently biting at Louis's thigh 

Louis let out a sharp gasp at the unexpected sensation, his grip on Harry's hair tightening momentarily before relaxing into gentle strokes. "God, Haz," 

"You're going to drive me insane."

Harry's grin widened at Louis's response, his heart swelling with affection for the man beneath him. "That's the plan," he murmured teasingly before returning to touching Louis’s hips, leaving a new trail of marks in his wake.

Louis's breath hitched as Harry's lips worked their magic, his fingers continuing to comb through Harry's curls. "You're incorrigible," he whispered, his voice husky with arousal. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

With a soft chuckle, Harry lifted his head to meet Louis's gaze, his eyes filled with love and adoration. "I'm glad," he replied sincerely before pressing a tender kiss against Louis's hipbone.

"Darling," Louis interrupted softly, his fingers gently tracing patterns on Harry's shoulder, "as much as I love what you're doing, I think we should probably shower."

Harry groaned in protest, his body going limp as he collapsed against Louis. "But I wannaaa sleep, Louuu," he whined, his voice muffled against Louis's chest.

Louis chuckled softly, running his fingers through Harry's damp curls soothingly. "I know, darling, but we can't sleep covered in come.”

Harry pouted, lifting his head to give Louis a pleading look. "Can't we just stay like this for a little longer?" he asked, his bottom lip jutting out in a charming display of puppy-dog eyes.

Louis couldn't help but smile at Harry's adorable antics. Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to Harry's forehead. "As much as I'd love to indulge you, sweetheart, I think we'll both feel better after a nice, warm shower," he said gently.

Harry's pout deepened, but he could see the logic in Louis's suggestion. "Fine," he sighed dramatically, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But you have to carry me because you made my bum hurt and I'm not walking."

Louis's laughter echoed in the room, his eyes lighting up with amusement. "Oh, did I now?" he teased, his fingers gently stroking Harry's back.

"Alright, darling," he said warmly, his voice filled with fondness. "I'll carry you to the shower."

Harry's grin widened as he felt Louis's arms wrap around him securely. With a playful grunt, Louis hoisted Harry up, Harry wrapped his arms around Louis's neck, burying his face in the crook as Louis carried him towards the bathroom.