Angel

soixante

sixty chapters in, and we're so close to 300k reads. forever grateful!

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Ever since the night that Harry had surprised Louis by coming back home, the couple had become even more touchy and clingy towards each other; which said a lot, since the two had already been that way, ever since the start of their relationship. They couldn't keep their hands off of each other, and rightfully so.

Every single kiss and every single touch had felt like fire burning their skin, and that feeling multiplied by a hundred when it came to their sex life, which had been absolutely soaring, by the way. Louis couldn't believe that they had went nearly three years without it, and he also couldn't believe how amazing getting fucked up against their bedroom wall felt.

Their love for each other heightened every single second, minute, and hour of the day, and as much as it sometimes frightened the couple from how much their hearts could expand for one another, they wouldn't have it any other way. They were undeniably in love; no amount of future hardships that they would endure would ever change that.

"Babe." Louis whined. "Seriously, Haz, I'm trying to read!"

Now, the couple had currently been inside of their bedroom, as Louis sat in between Harry' legs while he tried — hence the word, tried, to finish reading his book. Although, Harry had other plans.

Harry grunted in response, continuing to press firm yet tender kisses down Louis' faded love-bite littered neck. Louis shifted, eyes fluttering at the slight pleasure that would shoot up his veins when his boyfriend would kiss over a sensitive spot.

"B-Baby." He stuttered, breathing already starting to become labored. Just a simple touch from Harry could do serious damage to Louis' insides. "Please,"

Harry chuckled, glancing up to see Louis' book beginning to slip through his tiny and trembling fingers. The man reached out and easily lifted the book back into his boy' hands, just as he gasped and whimpered weakly when Harry gave a particularly harsh suckle on his skin to create another love-bite.

"Finish reading." He demanded, voice hoarse. "You wanted to read so read, sweet thing."

Louis let out a shaky breath, trying his hardest not to become too aroused over the sound of his boyfriend' rough voice that Louis couldn't help but find unbelievably sexy.

"I could if someone weren't attacking my neck like some a-animal." He sassed, weakly.

Harry chuckled, humming against his boy' skin. "I thought you liked that, baby?"

He firmly gripped his large hands onto Louis' hips; sliding his long, slender fingers into the sides of the teen' laced underwear to begin rubbing circles into his soft, pudgy skin.

Louis couldn't help but release another shaky breath from his man' teasing gestures. "Harry," He whined. "I do, but right now I'd really like to finish the rest of my book. Please?" He giggled, breathlessly.

Harry grunted in response, again, but decided to respect his baby' wishes, as per usual. He continued to press tender kisses onto Louis' neck, down to his tiny shoulder before finishing off with a quick smooch to Louis' temple, causing the boy' heart to flutter at the sweet action.

"Sorry, baby." He murmured, clearing the roughness from his already deep voice. "You're just so beautiful, my love. Look so pretty wearing just my shirt and those sinful fucking panties f'yours." He wrapped his long, tatted arms around Louis' waist, pulling him even closer into his strong chest. "Such an angel; my angel. You're all mine, baby. Just for me, no one else."