In Too Deep (Dancing With The Shadows)

twenty three

Louis has to shift in the seat to get comfy as his cock decides to stir at the thought of Harry's pretty lips around his shaft. He swallows.

"Thanks for being here for me, Dad, and accepting me," he murmurs, not trusting his voice too much in case it cracks.

Peter strokes Louis' hair from his face and gives his forehead a quick kiss. "Always here for you, son. Now go before I drag you out here myself."

Louis springs off the sofa and trots his way to Harry's cottage.

Upon entering the cottage, Louis is being pushed up against the closet doors beside the front door, causing him to yelp slightly. Harry is pushing the front door closed with a large palm, his eyes trained on Louis' whilst his lips find his, eyes fluttering closed. Their tongues lock together and Harry's hands creep up to cup Louis' jaw, thumbs stroking his cheeks softly.

Louis moans into Harry's mouth, hands travelling down his sides and resting on his hips, giving them a light squeeze which causes Harry to flinch and giggle. 

"Don't, I'm ticklish there," Harry bumbles in between their kisses.

Louis smirks at the thought and begins tickling Harry's sides just to capture the sound of his laughter so he can lock it safely away in his heart for when he leaves. Harry pulls Louis off the closet door and pushes him backwards through the house until Louis' legs hit the bed and he's falling onto the mattress.

"I said no!" Harry growls, but even though his voice sounds dominant, the way his curls lay loosely along his shoulders, the gloss on his lips shimmering in the light and the baby blue oversized tshirt he wears, the one with a cartoon lamb on the front, makes him look anything but dominant. 

He looks utterly adorable and Louis can't help himself when he peppers Harry's face in kisses, making sure to give extra attention to the dimples painted on his cheeks. Harry breathes out soft giggles, biting his bruised lips and staring down at Louis with an almost innocence in his eyes.

"Can I suck you off now?" he asks after he's licking the pillow of his lips.

Louis leans his head into the bed, automatically spreads his legs apart. "Course, love, no need to ask," he replies, an urgency in his voice.

He wants to make sure he remembers all the feelings Harry gives him before he's jetting off to God knows where. 

Harry smiles at Louis, bops his nose before tracing his fingers along his thighs softly, nails digging into the skin there and it's electrifying. He helps pull Louis' shorts and pants down before pumping him a few times to get his hard on full. 

He dips his head down and all Louis can think of is the way those lips will be imprinted on every inch of his skin like a phantom until the day he dies. Thinks of the way the scent of sweat and smoky vanilla cologne will be memorised within his nose, nestled snugly within his nose hairs for life. The way the look on Harry's face when he looks up to him with what he can only see as lust and adoration will be tattooed behind his eyes, always there to see every time he closes his eyes and blinks. 

He will feel the love Harry has shown him travel within his soul for as long as his lungs keep breathing and once he travels into the stars after his breath stills.

The thoughts and the pure ecstatic feel of Harry's mouth bobbing against his cock has Louis choking up slightly, a tear escapes his eye and slides down the side of his temple to rest beside his ear, whispering torments that this'll all end soon.

Harry's lips are quick to come off him when his eyes gaze to Louis'. "You okay, Sunflower?" 

Louis nods, cards his fingers through Harry's hair. "Never been better, love," he croaks.