Sequel to No Fear,
Everything's going perfectly for Harry and Louis. They graduated school with flying colours, the wedding is beautiful and all they could have wished for. But then came the honeymoon, and the impossible happened. Now the two have t...
His back was sore from being on the wooden tiles all night along with the thin blankets that had surprisingly become ripped into shreds overnight. Again.
Louis stiffly sat up, taking in every detail of the room. The sofa had fallen over backwards and all the cushions that were arranged neatly last night were all over the floor and on the tables as well as the shelves.
Louis removed a blanket that was keeping him from being totally naked and stood, stretching his arms out and yawning. He didn't feel as achey as yesterday which was a good sign. Each candle flame had been blown out in Louis' peripheral vision but he turned and noticed three still lit, almost the entire candle cups steaming from the hot wax inside of them.
The three were the only ones not blown out so Louis crept further towards them, taking a deep breathe and blowing hard, only managing to get rid of one flame. He grumbled and pouted but before he could fill his lungs back up he heard someone walk through the hall behind him, take a sip of tea and suddenly stopping to gulp.
"I couldn't ask for a better view in the morning," Louis felt Harry's smirk wrap around him, strangling his vocal cords, he knew that Harry was looking at him up and down, over and over again.
Louis conscience finally rebutted and he was able to tie the quilt that was in his hand around his waist, blocking Harry's vicious stare. He waddled over to him and tried to get past him in the doorframe, "I-I'm going to go and g-get my underwea-" "Do you mean these?" Harry stretched Louis' Calvin Klein boxers in front of his face and snapped them back, in less than a second he was on the other side of the room after using powers and leaving Louis in a hot mess.
"Har-" "How can your peachy, perfect ass fit in these tiny things?" Harry said smugly, re-stretching the waistband, watching Louis turn into an even darker shade of red.
"C-Can I-I jus-" he tried not to make eye contact when attempting to snatch his shorts off of his taller husband, obviously then Harry raising them over his head so Louis would have to jump up to try and get them.
"This isn't fair!" He moaned, giving up after half a minute. Harry gave in and dropped them, letting them land on Louis' messy locks. He shook them off so they fell into his hands and then lowered to the floor, stepping in.
The blanket was dropped and Louis teased Harry, pulling the Kleins' up slowly and then snapping them around his slim waist. He was drooling when he stood back up straight. "I-It's too early in the morning for... this." Harry stuttered out, watching Louis return to the candles and blow the remaining two out, "for what?" Louis didn't turn around as Harry had planted himself right behind him and he could feel his hitched breathing on his neck.
Harry started to nibble on his shoulder bones letting his hands trace down Louis' arms, curling his fingers around his wrists and guiding them behind his back. "You being an irresistible tease." He murmured into the crook of his neck, tightening the grip he had on the smaller. The blush that Louis was holding spread across his cheeks and to his ears, Harry felt the heat coming from him.
"Are you blushing?" Louis didn't answer and just gulped, trying not to seem too influenced by Harry's power.
Once again he squeezed Louis wrists tighter behind his back and he moaned deeply. "You can say if you are. You liked it last night when I had to pin your hands behind your back because you were mauling me." Louis shook his head and shrugged Harry off, spinning around, huffing.
"I-I wasn't-" the taller stepped back and crossed his arms, raising his eyebrows. "Don't lie to me." Louis bit his lip and locked his mouth so he ended his sentence. "I-I wasn't that bad." Harry rolled his eyes and twisted his arms to the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off. "Wasn't that bad?" He giggled, keeping a hold of the shirt in his hand and turning to show Louis his back.
Lines in every single direction laced across Harry's broad shoulders and arched back. Some still red and swollen with tiny drops of blood. Louis had carved him so there was literally no soft skin left.
He held in light laughter at the state of Harry, tracing over the scratches with his fingers. "I'm sorry." Harry scoffed and turned back around, not even attempting to put the tshirt back over his head. "Need to file them down, kitten." Louis continued to blush even harder and looked down at his long nails, he shrugged and stood on his tiptoes to link their lips together.
Harry disconnected and smirked down at Louis' short figure, "maybe tonight I'll tie your hands above your head. Just to make sure it won't happen again." "Stop being cheeky Styles." Louis gained his confidence back and sauntered off down the hallway, opening the bathroom door. "Make me a brew!" He demanded, leaving Harry biting his lip and frozen.
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