Boys Divisional School of Manners

Chapter 57 - Part 2

It's a direct continuation haha

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Louis' POV

Harry's hand reaches up to cup my cheek. My heart feels like it stops at moments like these. His soft and gentle side is what makes me put up with his shit.

I can tell he's uncomfortable with me being here. His hometown. His home. He shouldn't be, I'm just happy to spend time with him.

His room is nice, it's small, and the closet doesn't seem to slide properly, but there's a lot of personality to his room.

His pillowcases are The Power Rangers, and Spider-Man. His bedding is just a plain grey, but my heart grew fonder at his pillow cases.

He has a headboard with a lot of things on top of it I would have never guessed him to have. A solved Rubik's cube. A mouthguard case, or a retainer; either would still surprise me. And an empty packet of something. Looked to have held pills. I don't think I want to ask. And I also don't want to ask about the empty condom wrapper.

Harry sits up, leaning over me and making me fall onto my back. He doesn't quite straddle me, but he leans down for a long kiss.

I reach up for his hip, not to hold him or anything, but just letting him know I'm willing for whatever he is.

By saying that, I thought I'd be the one to roll him over and move down to suck him off. So imagine my surprise and excitement when Harry holds my hips down as he moves himself back down the bed, sitting between my legs.

I can see the determination in his face so I let him take the lead. And by that, I mean I'll lay here as he works me over.

He must be so overwhelmed. Visiting Andrew's grave, being back in this house, with his family.

He sits on his heels, looking down over my body. I try and focus on remaining calm and normal about this, my abs flexing a little on habit.

His hands go to my hips, right above the elastic of my boxers.

I move my arms to be behind my head, propping myself up in a way to watch him.

His hands slowly venture up my body, I can feel my dick starting to harden but I don't want it to seem I'm expecting things of Harry. Which, I'm not. Obviously. But he might see me hard then think he has to do something.

It's quiet. I know he doesn't talk a lot when we do things like this, but I try and figure out what he's thinking. He might think he's unreadable, but his facial expressions tell a thousand words to me.

His hands move up and down my torso, I know he's just warming himself up to the idea. He gets this face where his eyebrows crease, not to the point of frustration or anger, but just enough to extenuate the concentration in his eyes.

I rest my hands on top of his, taking him out of his trance and making him look up at me.

I give him a smile, "You don't have to do this." I always like to remind him of this. No matter the situation, I don't want him to feel like he has to repay me, or he has to do this in order to gain my attention. Or worse, do this to make me proud of him.

He nods his head, "I want to. Do you want me to?"

My heart flutters at how sweet his eyes look. How sweet he looks. So vulnerable, so innocent in this moment.

"Haz, I would love for you to."

With that, he takes a hold of my right hand and loosely intertwined our fingers, leaving them on the top of my hip.