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“Fuck! How are you so tight?” Harry whines as Louis starts towards their bedroom, jealousy piercing his heart, determined to catch Harry breaking his vows. With a moan, Harry says, “It’ll be easier on your back.”
Frowning, Louis stops outside the slightly open door. It’s easier for him to take Harry's cock from behind.
“Yeah…” Harry sighs, and Louis slams the door open, freezing at the piles of clothes on the floor and his husband on their bed. Alone.
“Baby?”
“You’re home!” Harry says, and with a grimace and a groan, unzips his jeans. “Help me take off my pants?”