"Ready?"
"Absolutely not"
"Well" Harry says, turning his head to Louis. "This was your idea"
He's shouting so that Louis can hear him, a laugh laced with his words. Louis is laughing too, although he's absolutely terrified. It was his idea, Harry is right. He doesn't really remember how the hell he came up with this.
All he remembers is that Harry woke him up with kisses and told him Anthony would do Harry's work today. He remembers how the sunlight poured through the windows in the tower, promising a warm day, after all, it's almost June.
He remembers how Harry decided they would leave the castle for a picnic near the pavilion and that they would take the horses. He remembers how he complained about his thighs aching until Harry gave in and asked how he wanted to get to the pavilion then. Louis chose his skateboard but Harry said there was no way in hell he would do that, so Louis came up with... this.
He's currently sitting on his skateboard with his legs folded underneath himself, holding on to two ropes. They're tied to Zelda's saddle on either side of her. Harry is sitting on her back, per Louis request wearing a white linen button up along with a dark red cape and his hair is beautifully draped over his shoulders.
There are two bags behind Zelda's saddle, in one is a blanket and fruits, in the other one are two water guns, a quiver with a few arrows and a bow. Harry's figure really looks like a painting, if it wasn't for Louis on his skateboard with some distance between them, attached to his horse by ropes as if they're water skiing. And that was basically the plan.
Since Zelda is the only horse not wearing shoes, they chose her for this task because they need to go over the asphalted way towards the forest, otherwise Louis would probably die during this. He might die this way too.
So far, Harry leads Zelda in a slow trot, pulling Louis along. Not for long. "Ready?" Harry asks again and turns around with a grin.
"Yeah" Louis says as soon as he got up and stands on the board with both feet securely. "Be careful"
"I'll try my best" Harry laughs and caresses Zelda's withers.
He looks back at Louis one more time to check up on him before he nudges Zelda's side. She immediately increases her speed, listing to Harry as if she's done nothing else her whole life. And Louis believes that she hasn't. Even though Harry doesn't have much time for her normally, the bond between them seems so strong, it's rather beautiful.
Louis holds onto the ropes so tightly his knuckles are turning white the faster Zelda gets, before she's galloping. It probably looks really fucking comical, Harry on his black horse like he's in some movie, the cloak flying in the wind, while Louis gets pulled along on his skateboard.
Louis laughs breathily at the imagination of what this must look like to anyone else. Just that nobody gets to see this, this is for Louis and Harry only.
After Harry's confession and after the tears, they didn't talk about it again. That was two days ago, Louis didn't see Harry that much the day after, he was already gone when he woke up. Louis was scared that he would avoid him once more, but that was thankfully not the case, when Louis went to his office after breakfast and sat down on his lap, kissing him until Harry chuckled and said he had to get back to working.
Louis obviously stayed where he was and told Harry about a meme Niall sent him, until Harry sighed and picked him up. Louis wasn't really bothered by that, chatting away while Harry carried him through the room and set him down on the left armchair. He silenced Louis with a soft kiss and smiled. "Stay here, I have things to do"
Louis only grinned up at him. "Yes your majesty" To which Harry only shook his head and then walked back to his desk with a beautiful smile plastered on his face.
Louis once again spent the whole day in his office, continued writing his song and watched Harry's work process because everything this man does is mesmerising. They had dinner together and then cuddled on the couch in the Fifa room while watching mean girls. The topic of Harry being king hasn't come up again and Louis decided he would not bring it up unless Harry initiated it.
He still thinks about it, has thought about it many times. He thought about how unfair it is and how unfair it feels to himself too. Mainly because he's been here for two months and he already feels like he would give Harry anything he asks for, he would basically climb over mountains for him. Just that the only thing Harry ever said he wanted is something Louis can't help him with, no matter how hard he would try. It hurts him to know Harry is suffering and there is nothing either of them can do about it.
The only thing Louis can do is distract Harry and make him happy, so that's what he's doing right now.
Harry looks back at Louis over his shoulder and he is absolutely beaming, his smile wide with his dimples showing and his eyes crinkling. Then Harry proves again that Louis isn't the only one who's insane here, because he lets go of Zelda's reins and spreads his arms, leaning his head back.
Louis knows what they're doing is totally unacceptable because of the trouble they would get in if either of them would get hurt and the embarrassment if they had to explain what they'd been doing.
At the sound of a bark, Louis carefully turns his head, smiling even wider when he sees Clifford running after them over the lawn and through the flowers. Louis can't have himself distracted though so he quickly turns his attention back to the task at hand.
Harry makes Zelda slow back down after another few minutes though, he already told Louis that they could only be galloping for a short time because asphalt would hurt Zelda otherwise. When they're back to trotting, Harry turns back to Louis.
"Everything alright?"
"Yes" Louis breathes out, taking the ropes into one hand to go through his hair with the other one. "That might have been the best thing I've ever done"
Harry raises his eyebrows.
"You're second, sorry love" Louis grins and Harry shakes his head with a laugh.
"I didn't even mean that, I meant... didn't you play Wembley?"
"Yes, a few times" Louis shrugs nonchalantly. "That's nice too"
Harry lets out a somewhat breathless laugh and Louis eventually lets go of the ropes, taking over the skating himself to gain more speed and be next to Harry rather than several feet behind him. Harry takes that as his sign to guide Zelda onto the lawn, so that walking is more comfortable for her. Louis stands sideways on his skateboard and crosses his arms in front of his chest.
He watches how Harry ruffles his hair and then pats Zelda's shoulder, bending down to tell her how good she is. Louis smiles slowly and takes his phone out of his back pocket, taking a picture of Harry. It's the first one, he realises. In two months, he took about five pictures, a few of lyrics to send to Zayn, one of when he beat Harry epically at Fifa, and one of the best lasagna he ever had, which he sent to Niall just to brag.
This is the first picture of Harry, and then a second one right after that of Harry smiling into the camera. Louis would love to set that as his wallpaper on his lock screen, but he can't. It's not fair.
"A picnic is so fucking cheesy by the way" Louis divas, standing next to Harry who rolls out the blanket and takes the food out of the left bag. "Seriously Harold, we're not in a romantic comedy and you need to realise that"
Harry gets up and sighs, sending Louis a look that screams that he's very much done with him.
"Absolutely disgusting" Louis says, just to piss him off. Once a brat, always a brat, there's nothing he can do about it.
"Shut up" Harry says.
Louis laughs and spreads his arms defensively. "I'm just saying, I-"
Harry crosses the few steps between them, grabbing Louis and tackling him down onto the blanket. "I said" He mumbles, kissing down Louis' neck. "Shut up"
Louis has just enough self control to not let out a pathetic whimper. He can't stop himself from arching up into Harry's chest, though. Being a brat to Harry is so effective, Louis loves it.
"How scandalous, Harold. Truly. We're outside in the middle of the day for god's sake"
Harry pulls away from his neck and looks down at Louis, adjusting himself to be draped completely over Louis' body. "You really can't be quiet for one second, can you?"
Louis snickers and lets out dramatic choking sounds. "Not when you're... c-crushing me to d-death"
Harry only rolls his eyes with a smile and switches their positions, so that Louis is laying on his chest rather than the other way around. Louis smiles for a second and crosses his legs in the air, laying his head on Harry's chest, before he remembers he's supposed to be pouting. A picnic, seriously, what kind of a movie does Harry think they're in?
Harry laughs, pulling Louis back into reality. Louis focuses his eyes back on him just when Harry bops his nose. "You're cute when you're angry"
Louis can only hardly fight his smile. "Well I'm about to get really fucking adorable" He says and tries to look extra intimidating.
He knows it's not working, though, he can tell by the way Harry's smile is only widening. "I'm sure" Harry only muses and tilts his chin up. Louis rolls his eyes for emphasis and stays where he is.
"Kiss" Harry says and furrows his brows cutely.
"No" Louis sasses and examines his finger nails.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm mad at you"
"And?" Harry asks. "It's not like your lips are on fire or anything. It's not an excuse"
"But" Louis starts although he knows he's fighting a lost battle. "Principles"
"Kiss me" Harry says with his smooth voice and his sly smile.
"Okay" Louis answers and leans in to kiss Harry. The power he has over him is annoying.
Twenty minutes later, Harry lays with his head in Louis' lap, Louis going through his hair with his hands and feeding him grapes. Harry has brought a card game Louis didn't know he had. Hell, he didn't even know this game existed.
It's called Louis Tomlinson trivia.
And worst of all, Harry is winning.
"What was the biggest show Louis Tomlinson has ever played?" Harry reads out.
Louis hums, leaning back on his hands. "Biggest as in most people or most famous? Because it could either be Madison Square garden or... maybe when I opened the Grammys a year ago?"
Harry smiles up at him. "I think it's the olympics closing ceremony 2012"
Louis just gapes at him while Harry turns the card around, reads the correct answer and cheers.
"Is there any chance that this mysterious book that you read the whole time is my autobiography?"
Harry only laughs cutely and shakes his head, setting his own little playing piece (he chose the green one and Louis is the blue one) (because of their eye colours) another step forward.
Louis is seven steps behind him.
That's not okay. It's a game about his life, for god's sake.
"What is Louis favourite football club?" Harry reads out, rolling his eyes. "That is so easy, Doncaster Rovers"
"Who are you?" Louis asks, mouth hanging open as he watches Harry taking another card.
"Who was Louis Tomlinson's first ever celebrity crush, in parentheses, source: the Ellen show" Harry furrows his brows and squints his eyes up at Louis, partly blinded by the daylight. "That I would really like to know"
"Have a guess" Louis grins.
"Emma Watson?" Harry furrows his brows.
"Nope, I think on the Ellen show, I talked about a lad"
"David Beckham?" Harry questions, turning the card around. He takes a second to read and comprehend what he sees, until he gasps. "Prince Harry of England?"
Louis grins even wider, biting his bottom lip.
Harry sits up abruptly. "You said that? On television?"
"Yes" Louis shrugs. "Played it off as a joke"
Harry shakes his head, looking speechless. "Was it?"
"It was not" Louis smiles and lets out a content sigh when Harry pulls him closer by the material of his shirt and kisses him. Louis grins as he breaks the kiss, pulling away and falling back against the blanket and the soft grass underneath. Harry just smiles down at him while Louis makes grabby hands and spreads his legs.
"I thought you wanted me to teach you the basics of archery" Harry muses, and Louis rolls his eyes.
"No, Harold. I want to make out with you. Now"
"I brought all the stuff, though" Harry nods towards the bag he took from Zelda's saddle. "Don't want to have had her carry all that weight for nothing"
Louis groans out in frustration, grabbing Harry's wrists. "I'm literally right here, asking you to get off with me, and you say no? What else do you need to be convinced? Should I try pickup lines or what?"
"Oh god no" Harry immediately answers, shaking his head vigorously. "Not another one, the first one was enough. It was horrendous"
"It worked though, didn't it?" Louis grins, leaning back on his elbows and biting his bottom lip. Harry goes to open his mouth but Louis interrupts him. "Which also really surprised me. I know I'm not good at pickup lines. You can't blame me though, I prefer being pinned down rather than picked up"
"That's it" Harry says and gets up. "That was horrible. I will not make out with you now. We can start by learning how to hold the bow..."
Louis watches speechlessly as Harry grabs all the archery tools he brought with him, chatting along about instructions while he walks towards the nearest tree. He doesn't even check if Louis is listening while he hooks the arrow into the nocking point and pulls the string back. His bicep is bulging and he furrows his brows in concentration while his curls lay over his white button up so majestically, Louis forgets how to breathe.
Before he knows it, Harry lets go and sends the arrow flying right into the tree trunk, where it gets stuck in the wood.
He curses under his breath, scrambling up onto his feet and running towards and around Harry to be face to face with him. He gets into his space, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck and tugging him down slightly. At the same time, he arches up into him, gets onto his tiptoes to reach Harry's ear reduces his voice to the most desperate gush of air he can muster.
"Hey, babe"
He originally planned to say something else after that, but he can't. If he had known that this was all it would take, he would have done it ages ago. Harry's reaction is instant.
He drops the bow as well as the few additional arrows he was holding, grabs the backs of Louis' thighs and lifts him up. He quickly walks them to the tree he just shot the arrow into, Louis' back hitting the wood right next to where it's still stuck. Louis looks at it with his lips parted, looks at how deep it cut into the wood. He lets out a deep breath and squeezes his legs tighter around Harry.
Since he has leverage now, Harry's hands go from Louis' thighs to his waist, his fingers digging in almost possessively. He finally leans in and kisses Louis, kisses him with force.
Louis sighs and opens his mouth immediately, deciding there is no time for innocent chaste kissing right now. He wanted to make out with Harry, and he's going to do it, now that Harry initiated it he's not going to wait a second longer.
Harry kisses like silk, soft and comfortable, but rich and consuming, absolutely perfect and absolutely cliche. He knows what he's doing too, knows the effect his hands have, his tongue, the small noises he lets out when Louis angles his face to the side.
Harry kisses like honey, sweet but sticky, making Louis feel addicted. Kissing Harry is hot and passionate and better than any drug Louis has ever tried.
Harry kisses like water, dangerous but unstoppable, flowing and dripping, rushing through Louis' senses and breaking every dam.
Kissing Harry might be all Louis will ever need in life.
"Do you, by any chance" Louis breathes out, and it feels like he's saying the words right into Harry's mouth with how close their parted lips are. "Have an obsession with picking me up? You do it all the time"
"Yes" Harry answers instantly, keeping his eyes closed as if he just wants to go back to making out. Which is valid. "I love your waist"
"That's awesome" Louis nods. "Show me how much"
Harry hums, he doesn't seem entirely focused on listening to what Louis is saying. "How?"
Louis grins, leaning in to kiss along his jaw, slightly rocking his hips down into Harry's. "You know how"
At that, Harry seems to regain his composure and control, as well as his sense of the outside world. He opens his eyes and looks around, stepping away from the tree and setting Louis back down onto the floor carefully, fixing his clothes for him and wrapping his arms back around his middle with a smile. "I can't"
Louis rolls his eyes and pouts, crossing his arms as best as he can while his chest is basically pressed to Harry's with how close the other boy is keeping him. "That's fucking annoying you know? Why does the hottest man on earth have to be immune to my charm?"
"I'm not" Harry murmurs and leans down to kiss Louis softly. "But I am, in fact, the prince of England and we're outside in the middle of the day, as you said earlier. I can't just..."
"See" Louis throws his arms into the air. "That's why I said a picnic is a bad fucking idea. Can you even imagine how immensely good I could make you feel right now if we were somewhere private?"
"So sure of yourself" is Harry's only response to that, along with a beautiful, breathtaking dimple smile.
Louis only shrugs, since he's not finished ranting about how terrible this idea was. "Absolutely counterproductive. Prosecco, really?" He asks when Harry walks away towards the food bag and pulls a bottle out of it. "What else are you going to do? Scatter roses around the blanket and lift me up and twirl me around or what?"
"That" Harry says and gets back up, walking towards Louis. "Is actually a really good idea"
Louis doesn't even react anymore when Harry picks him up around his middle. He only rolls his eyes and holds onto Harry's shoulders aggressively, digging his fingers into his skin as deeply and painfully as he can. "I absolutely despise you" He says when Harry stops twirling him around and smiles up at him. "I loathe you"
"You sure do" Harry only smiles and nudges Louis' chin with his nose.
"I'm going to throw up" Louis says. "This was disgusting"
"Don't act like you hate it" Harry only muses, keeping Louis' feet off the ground even though Louis does no efforts whatsoever to make it easy for him. "You're the one writing love songs about me"
"I never said that they are about you" Louis protests, but he's aware of Harry knowing damn well that they are.
They spend the rest of the day outside, finishing the Louis Tomlinson Trivia, Louis screaming, kicking and running away because Harry actually wins, Harry running after him, Louis almost throwing Harry into the lake and Harry only saving himself by one again picking Louis up and not letting go.
Harry looks a little too adorable when he cuddles Clifford who lays on his back on the lawn, enjoys the summer sun and Harry's hands on his stomach. Louis then gets jealous and tackles Harry back against the blanket, draping himself over his body. They just enjoy the silence for a while, Louis braids Harry's hair and makes him a flower crown while Harry reads a bit, probably not really listening to Louis' rambling.
Harry then actually teaches Louis some archery, but he does it in the most counterproductive way. Louis is not complaining per se, he even initiates it. He whines about how he can't do it until Harry sighs and walks up behind him, with his front to Louis' back and reaches around him to place his hands on top of Louis'.
So that actually Harry does all the work and Louis is not even paying attention anymore, is slightly distracted by how Harry's hands flex while he shoots the arrow into the tree, hitting right underneath where the other one is still stuck. He's just explain some physics shit when Louis has enough and claims his mouth again to shut him up.
"So" Louis announces, pulling his lighter out of his pocket to light the candles scattered around the room.
Harry watches him with lazy amusement from where he's lounging on the couch. They made their way back to the castle when it turned dark and then went to the Fifa room and played a ridiculous round of just dance on the wii Louis bought.
"I'm all ears"
Louis smiles and walks back towards Harry, looking down at him. "We had sex once" He starts, "And then I've been around the whole time, as available and sexy as one can get but you ignored me the whole time"
"I-" Harry starts but Louis quickly shushes him with a finger in the air.
"Don't. There's nothing you can say to defend yourself"
Harry only chuckles and sits up, smiling up at Louis and slowly placing his hands on Louis' hips. Louis tries to remain unaffected. "So now, I'll go for my last and probably best try of seduction"
Harry smiles even wider at that, "Shoot"
"I'll play a song for you and we have to sing together"
"I don't sing"
"Yes you will"
"I won't"
"If you sing, I'll take my shirt off"
"Alright"
Louis laughs and leans down to kiss Harry shortly, before he pulls his shirt over his head and discards it on the floor, turning away to grab his guitar. "What songs do you know?"
"Um" Harry makes, furrowing his brows. He seems slightly distracted, his gaze lingering on Louis' torso.
"I can play god save the queen" Louis laughs as he puts the strap of the guitar over his shoulder.
"Absolutely not" Harry immediately shakes his head and Louis only snickers as he walks towards him and joins him on the couch, both of them facing each other with their legs folded beneath them, Louis' guitar balanced on his lap.
He softly starts playing some chords and sees the exact moment it clicks for Harry. His lips tug into a smile and his eyes light up when he recognises the song. It seems somewhat quiet, this moment, when they just sit there in the cozy room lighted by candles when Louis plays his own song once in a lifetime and Harry sings with him.
Louis knew he would probably have a really good singing voice, with how deep it is, but he did not expect that.
It's all smooth tones and a lower voice mixing in perfectly with Louis' higher one. He's really good. He also smiles like that, watching Louis with a soft look on his face. "When I close my eyes, all the stars align, and you are by my side"
The flickering lights of the candles make Harry's skin glow, make the green of his eyes sparkle in the most beautiful way.
Louis looks down and plays the last chord, both of them being silent as it dissolves into quiet nothingness.
Then, simultaneously, they both lean forward and meet in the middle, their lips connecting softly. It might be the most gentle kiss Louis has ever experienced. It's rather beautiful.
Just that he had a mission.
That's why he is eventually the one to pull away and puts his guitar away, clapping his hands together once. "So?"
"So what?"Harry murmurs slowly, gaze fixed on Louis' lips instead of his eyes.
Louis bites his bottom lip. If Harry already looks at his mouth, he can use it as a weapon too. "Sex?"
Harry's haze is broken with that and he lets out a loud laugh, looking back up into Louis eyes and shaking his head. "You never give up, do you?"
"Well, obviously not" Louis shrugs. "What else do I have to do?"
"I don't know" Harry muses, leaning back against the cushions. "Any ideas?"
"I'm not going to beg for you" Louis says firmly and Harry only laughs more at that.
"We could watch a movie first"
"Ugh, Harry" Louis groans out in annoyance. "How old are you? Watch a movie before sex, what else? Do you want to do it underneath the blankets with the lights off? Missionary? Should we have tea before we do it and discuss our fantasies and-"
"Alright, alright" Harry chuckles and Louis' mouth snaps shut.
"Really?"
"Yes" Harry says and smiles. "Just not here"
"Where else?" Louis is getting excited now.
Harry seems in deep thoughts, contemplating. Just that he chooses the worst possible option. "In the tower"
Louis throws his head back in agony. "But Harryyyyy. That's such a long wayyyy"
He glares at Harry until he gets a kiss. It's pretty effective.
"I'm sure you'll survive that" Harry murmurs against his lips and then he's gone, up from the couch and holding a hand out for Louis, who takes it without another word. He reaches up and tugs Harry down to kiss him again. It's addicting.
"When I already have to go through a whole workout of stairs and stairs just to have sex, which is just another workout in the end, you at least have to make out with me and push me against one or two walls on the way"
"I'd love to" Harry grins and tugs Louis to the door, opening it and pulling him into the hallway.
He pulls away a second later, turning his head to the side. Louis' eyes follow Harry's and he grins as he sees Arthur standing a few feet away from them. It must be obvious what they're about to do, since... well. Louis is still shirtless.
Arthur adverts his eyes awkwardly and is just about to turn around, when Harry calls after him. Louis sees that the man is trying hard not to glare at them, probably furious about such homosexuality to the extends of what is presented to him right now.
Louis only smiles and decides to make it worse, going on his tiptoes to press himself closer to Harry and kiss his neck, nipping at the skin slightly.
"Yes, your highness?" Arthur says through gritted teeth.
"Put out the candles in there. Don't want to start a fire"
"Oh, we will" Louis mumbles under his breath and Harry laughs, turning his attention back to him and pulling him away without even checking if Arthur is following his orders because he knows damn well that he is.
It takes a lot to get to the tower. Constant running into the walls, Louis attempting to rip Harry's shirt off, successfully, and tripping over the steps only adding to the desire as they laugh against each other's lips, pressing harder against each other, trying to feel as close as they possibly can.
Harry puts his hand on Louis' jaw to push him away because Louis just won't let up, clinging to his lips like a lifeline.
Louis pouts while Harry turns around to close the door. And lock it. Alright.
Louis lets out a breath and jumps onto the mattress, starting to undress completely because Harry is taking too fucking long. When Harry turns back around, Louis is just pulling off his pants with only minimal effort. Which means he's squirming around, lifting his hips off the bed as he tries to yank the trouser legs off. Fucking skinny jeans.
Harry only lets out a breathy laugh, walking over to him and pushing Louis back against the pillows as he crawls over him. He gently takes Louis' hands off and replaces them with his own, slowly pulling his trousers down while watching Louis intently. Louis remains on his elbows, staring back at him with the desire bubbling inside him like a volcano, only threatening to boil over and explode. He needs Harry and he needs him now.
"Yeah right" He says sarcastically when Harry agonisingly slowly opens the buttons and the fly of his own trousers. "Take your time"
"How would you like me to do it" Harry chuckles, smiling down at Louis so beautifully. Louis looks away, the skip in his heartbeat a little too concerning.
"Have a guess" He mutters sarcastically, glaring at Harry, who remains smiling. He doesn't answer, just gets up from the bed to take his trousers off completely, and that's when Louis' patience is officially at its limit.
He sits up and tugs Harry down next to him, before he makes a quick move to straddle his thighs and grind down onto him. He sees how Harry's eyes flutter slightly at the friction through the offending material of their boxers.
"How would I like you to do it?" He repeats, kissing Harry dirtily but quickly. "I've wanted his for ages, absolute torture. And you don't get to tease me now, you've done that enough already. Now, I want you to fuck me until I can't walk, is that so complicated?"
Harry opens his eyes, his face changing. Louis breath gets stuck in his throat as Harry looks at him blankly. It's his king face. Oh fucking hell.
Next thing Louis knows, his back hits the mattress and the soft pillows and Harry hovers over him again, taking Louis' wrists into his hands and pressing them into the mattress. Louis instinctively arches up into him and he's not even embarrassed about it.
Harry leans down until his lips are inches from Louis', only grazing them. "You don't get to make the commands here, honey"
"Oh fuck yes" Louis closes his eyes, not even fighting against Harry's hold on his wrists. After all, just a few hours ago he told him that he likes to be pinned down. It's nice to know Harry is listening.
There is a minimal tug upwards of Harry's lips, but he tries to conceal it. The smile still shows in his eyes, though. "And don't swear"
"I'll swear all I want" Louis shoots back and Harry apparently finds it suitable to shut him up with his mouth. Which is in fact really effective.
He then gently scoots Louis up the bed and leans back to run his hands up and down his legs, hooking them around his own waist and leaning back down to grind their hips together, looking Louis deep in the eyes.
Louis only bites his bottom lip. "Can you stop eye fucking me now and fuck me for real?"
"Patience is a virtue" Harry murmurs, leaning down to kiss Louis' neck.
"Patience..." Louis whines, "Can fuck itself" He's getting frustrated.
"You're a little shit, did you know?"
"Yes, I've been told" Louis grins, pulling Harry closer.
Harry smiles again, that authoritative face gone and replaced with fond as he looks down at Louis quietly. Just that a second later Louis feels his warm fingertips grazing the skin of his hip bone, going a little lower to run along the waistline of his boxers, slightly dipping underneath.
"Sure?" Harry asks quickly and Louis almost rolls his eyes, because yes. But he sticks to nodding breathlessly, watching as Harry's fingers hook underneath the material and he slowly pulls it down.
"Can you-" Louis starts but Harry shushes him and kisses him quickly, before he leans over his body and stretches his arm out to reach the small bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube. He sits back on his calves between Louis' spread legs and sets the bottle aside, pulling off his rings one by one.
He's just about to drop them onto the mattress carelessly, when Louis reaches out. He takes all of them and slides them onto his own fingers, the gold and silver feeling warm as Harry has been wearing them all day. Harry seems slightly starstruck as he watches Louis, watches as his rings cover the tattoos on Louis' fingers.
Louis flutters his eyelashes up at Harry sweetly. "It would be absolutely amazing if you could stop teasing now and fuck me, your royal horniness"
Harry lets out a disbelieving laugh and shakes his head, grabbing Louis' face in both hands and kissing him deeply. It's a slow move of tongues against each other, full of desire and want and it makes Louis' head spin. Harry eventually pulls away and kisses down Louis' throat, uncapping the tube. Louis instinctively spreads his legs farther and grabs a pillow to prop his hips up.
"Wait-" Harry cuts himself off, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "I don't have condoms up here"
"Seriously?" Louis lets out. "All this time there was the very high possibility of this happening and you not once thought of condoms?"
"Erm" Harry only makes and moves to set the bottle back down but Louis grabs his shoulders to keep him close.
"Don't you dare go all the way back downstairs now" He gets a little quieter and looks at Harry's lips. "I'm clean anyway, had tests done just for checkup a week before the performance and I haven't slept with anyone since. Well, except with you"
Harry smiles and plants another soft kiss to the corner of Louis' mouth. "Yeah, me too. I have monthly checkups with private doctors and all, and... as I said I don't really do this often"
"Well then, love" Louis says and lays back against the pillows. "What are you waiting for?"
Harry bites his bottom lip and finally squirts some lube onto his fingers. He asks Louis for his consent about three more times, once before and once after prepping him, which he does slowly and carefully. His free hand is really gentle on Louis' waist but it does nothing to keep him grounded because Harry's fingers are really fucking long and even though he says that it's his first time fingering someone, he seems to just... know.
Louis doesn't know what exactly the gods above mixed into his intuition, and he can't really think at all when Harry curls his fingers up just right without warning and Louis jerks, letting out a loud curse followed by a moan.
Harry looks at him slightly terrified, and Louis tries to explain what happened but he can't, because Harry just keeps doing that.
He's probably the devil.
Maybe he's god.
Louis isn't sure, the lines between hell and heaven are blurry.
At least Harry is not teasing anymore, when he asks once again if Louis wants this while he lubes himself up and checks if Louis is comfortable. He breathes into Louis' neck quite messily while sinking in slowly, giving Louis some much needed time to adjust.
"Fuck" Louis lets out when he's fully seated and Harry pulls himself up onto his forearms, completely covering Louis' body with his own. "I forgot how big you are"
Harry has the audacity to smile cheekily, leaning down to steal yet another kiss. Louis can add that to his mental list about Harry then. He's obsessed with Louis' waist and just as obsessed with kisses during sex. Which is nice.
"Fucking move" Louis commands and Harry raises one eyebrow. "It's not a command" Louis defends himself. "It's a... question? Can you move?" He doesn't know why they're having this conversation when there are so many things they should be doing instead.
"All you had to do was ask nicely" Harry laughs and pulls out halfway, just to thrust back in very, very slowly.
It's definitely hell and Harry is definitely the devil, Louis decides.
"Ugh Haz" He lets out, sinking his fingernails into the skin of Harry's back, just to piss him off. "I will kill you. I said move, not whatever sixty year old man shit you're doing right-"
He can't finish his offending sentence, his words carrying off into a moan when Harry complies without any teasing, pulling out and apparently putting all his strength into thrusting back in. Louis gives up with words then, sticks to small noises and scratches his nails down Harry's back when he steadily picks up the pace of his thrusts, using his grip on Louis' hips to pull him down, moving them together.
This. This is what Louis has wanted, for months now. He really can't believe how much sex he's had with other people in his life while this man existed, without Louis knowing what he was missing. It seems like a crime.
Harry seems to feel the same way, if him leaning down and pressing their torsos together and him whispering a "You feel so good" into Louis' ear is any indication.
Louis makes an indignant noise as a response, raising his arms above his head and clenching his hands in the pillows while he arches his back so high it almost hurts his spine.
Harry smiles and leans forward to wrap his arms around Louis middle and pull him even closer. Louis connects their lips and rolls them around, sitting up on Harry's thighs and reaching behind himself to line him up with his entrance again. He lets out a breath right into Harry's mouth as he sinks down, throwing his head back as soon as Harry bottoms out.
Harry immediately attaches his lips to Louis neck, probably only adding to the collection that he started there. Not that Louis is complaining of course, he could never. Not when the drag inside him feels so beautiful, when he shifts his hips in circular motions, trying to find that one spot inside him.
His hands shoot up to Harry's hair when he finds it, squeezing his eyes shut and letting out a broken moan at the sensation. Harry's hands are sure on the small of his back, helping him move while Louis buries his between the strands of Harry's hair.
It's frantic from then on, Harry kisses up the front of Louis neck and accidentally knocks his forehead into his chin, they kiss messily with too much spit and too much teeth because kissing is not the most important task at hand. Louis moves with all he has, fucking himself down on Harry and gasping when he hits his own prostate again and again.
He leans back and braces himself on Harry's thighs, feeling the muscles twitch under his grip. His own thighs and abs are aching, but Harry looks so beautiful where he stares up at him, Louis can't stop. He lets out a pretty embarrassing whine while he feels the pleasure boiling over slowly.
"I-" is all he gets out before Harry kisses him again, planting his feet on the mattress to regain composure to thrust up, meeting Louis halfway. Louis then loses all his balance and just goes lax in Harry's arms while the pleasure takes over. He has just enough strength to bite down on Harry's shoulder to muffle his groan when his orgasm takes over, racking his body with shivers of relief.
When he comes back down after what feels like an eternity of sparks, he raises his hips and pushes Harry back into a horizontal position, crawling down and licking up a stripe from his base to the tip, before taking him in his mouth and swallowing around him. Harry's reaction is instant. Louis gets to watch as Harry's body spasms for a moment, his hand shooting into Louis' hair and his grip tightening for a second to keep him where he is, before he relaxes completely, falling back against the mattress. Louis swallows everything given to him and wipes his chin, kissing his way back up Harry's body to his mouth. "You taste amazing"
"Hm?"
"Wanna try?"
"Uh-" Louis cuts him off by kissing him deeply, pretty sure Harry can taste himself on his tongue.
"Now" Louis says, flopping down next to Harry and supporting his head on his hand. "Care to tell me why we didn't do that sooner?"
"To build up the tension" Harry mumbles towards the ceiling, before his mouth spreads into a smile and he turns his head to the side, his eyes meeting Louis'.
"That took us like three seconds of hand shaking, not three and a half months of almost-kissing and four days of making out non stop"
Harry only laughs, pulling the duvet up to his shoulders and looking at Louis with a peaceful smile plastered onto his lips.
Louis smiles back and takes the other blanket, wrapping it around his body and getting up from the mattress. He grabs his pack of cigarettes and opens the window, lighting it and exhaling the smoke into the dark of the night. When he looks back at Harry, his heartbeat stutters terribly.
Harry looks so beautiful, with his hair sprawled out over the white pillowcase, with his chest rising and falling slowly and with a thin layer of sweat over his skin. For the first time, he seems calm. The crease between his eyebrows is gone, there are crinkles around his eyes and his dimples are deep while he smiles at Louis, propping his chin up on the palm of his hand.
Louis notices he's still wearing Harry's rings the next time he lifts the cigarette to his lips, but he doesn't do anything about it except smiling to himself. He can't take his eyes off Harry either, soaking in the vision of how happy he looks.
Louis would do anything to have him look like this all the time. Right now, he doesn't look like the prince of England with so many responsibilities resting on his shoulders. Right now, he's just a young and beautiful man.
Louis smiles back, leaning against the wall and turning his head to exhale the smoke out of the window. He feels a little caught up and he needs to snap himself out of it. He can't let this happen.
He finishes the cigarette and then closes the window, looking around the room. "So you have lube in both your bedside tables" He states, walking around. Harry's eyes follow him, his calm smile not wavering. "What else do you keep in there? I'm sure you're secretly scandalous. Maybe handcuffs? Actually, I bet you're more of the silk rope type of guy"
Harry only lets out a laugh, motioning towards the small table. "Feel free to check"
Louis playfully squints his eyes at him and walks over, leaning down to open the first drawer. Matches, more books, a few pencils and a small dark green notebook.
"Boring" Louis mumbles, closing the drawer again and not even giving an answer to Harry's cute laugh that he hides in the pillow. Louis' gaze lands on the antique dark wooden chest that stands next to the record player, a few hoodies and other clothes almost entirely covering now after weeks of Louis basically living here.
"Hm" He just makes and walks over to it, sweeping the clothes off the lid and unclasping the opened lock. He glances back at Harry, who just lifts his face back out of the pillow when he opens the chest. "I bet in here you have-"
"No, Louis don't-"
"Oh my god" Louis lets out.
There's a beat of silence, Louis trying to let what he sees there sink in.
"That's..."
"Louis"
"That's your crown!"
"Louis, don't-" Louis hears ruffling of the sheets behind himself while he reaches in and lifts the crown up from the purple silky pillow it sits on. "-touch that" Harry finishes with a sigh.
Louis stares at the jewel in his hand, how it sparkles even though they don't have a light on. It's heavy indeed, and Louis knows it stands for horrible actions and everything he does not stand for, but he has to admit that it's beautiful. He looks back at Harry, who sits on the edge of the mattress, watching Louis.
"Can you wear it?" He asks and Harry immediately shakes his head but Louis tilts his head down and does his best puppy dog eyes. "For me?"
Harry sighs, but eventually nods. Louis grins and scrambles up towards the bed, holding the crown in his hands carefully. Harry takes it from him, fixing his hair quickly before placing it on his head.
"Doesn't look too bad" Louis says, cocking his head to the side. "A little posh maybe... but otherwise not bad"
"I'm sorry?"
"Just kidding" Louis says immediately, eyes ranking over Harry's face. "You're very beautiful"
Harry lets out a small laugh. "And you are insane. You have no idea how much trouble you could get in for touching it. Let alone with bare hands"
"What would you say?" Louis laughs too. "I just finished fucking Louis Tomlinson and came down his throat but he looked around my room for ropes and accidentally found the crown, touched it with the same fingers that touched my dick that was in his arse, and then made me wear it while I was still completely naked? I don't think you would snitch on me"
Harry swats Louis' arm playfully. "Can I take it off now?"
"Yes. Can I wear it?"
"Absolutely not"
"Alright, can I at least give you a blowjob?"
"Absolutely"
Louis smiles when Harry takes the crown off again, places it on the bedside table carefully and then turns back to Louis, pulling him in by his jaw and kissing him deeply.
Oh how he would love to tell Zayn and Niall all about this. But then again, he's happy it will stay here, up in this room. Nobody will ever know what they do, nobody knows about him being here right now in the first place.
It is Harry and Louis against the world and it feels like they're winning.