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them aggressively into a corner as Louis peels off first his trousers and

then his pants. His cock bobs free, thick and full, and Harry wraps a

hand around it right away. Louis lets out a happy, toe-curling sigh to

finally be touched, and Harry looks just as pleased.

He assumes Harry is going to go down on him for a bit, considering

that always been Harry's default, especially when he's opening Louis

up, but instead he just looks at Louis for a bit as he strokes him.

Finally, he opens his mouth. "Lou—" he says, hesitant. "What if—

there's something I wanna try, yeah?"

"Yeah, Haz, what?" Louis says, pumping up into Harry's fist, desperate

for something more.

"I want to eat you out," Harry says, blushing a little but not backing

down.

Louis is surprised, but even more surprised by the way his cock pulses

in Harry's hand at the thought. He hadn't ever thought about it, but now

that the idea has been raised he wants it. He really wants it. "Yeah,

yeah, fuck," he says, and Harry's expression changes from nervous to

almost feral, and he surges up Louis' body to bite at his lips.

"Let me do this for you, God, I want to so much, ever since you did—"

and Louis remembers, remembers white knickers and how Harry

completely fell apart, and how intimate it felt even then. "Let me,"

Harry says again, and Louis is nodding and nodding and rolling over as

Harry grabs a pillow to slide under his hips.

He always feels that moment of vulnerability when he's in this position,

that moment of over-exposure where there's nothing but bedding in

front of him and he can't see what his bedfellow is doing. It's

heightened now in anticipation of something new, not for him per se

but for them, the first time they've done this. It's not just heightened,

though, he thinks as Harry runs his hands down Louis' back and rubs at

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some of the knots there. It's also just better, God, it's hotter, because it's

Harry, because Louis is making this choice, because he's vulnerable

and he's choosing to let it happen. He's already leaking against the

pillow just from Harry's hands on his arse.

Then Harry's tongue makes first contact and Louis' entire torso arches

up off the bed.

God, it's not like he's never done this before, but it's the first time in a

while, and he'd forgotten how different it was from just fingers, how it's

softer but somehow more insistent, more overwhelming even before it's

inside. Harry's just giving him long, flat licks, and Louis can't help but

push back against it, needing more.

"Hazza," he whines, "don't tease, God," and almost immediately regrets

it when what was soft turns hard and urgent, licking him open and

leaving him a raw nerve. It's like his body doesn't even exist anymore

except for where Harry is touching him, like no other feeling could ever

break through the haze and static that fills his mind when Harry pushes

his tongue inside him.

When he did this for Harry, it was about wanting to make him feel

something he hadn't felt before, but this time seems like something

different. It's in the way Harry keeps drawing circles on Louis' hip with

his free hand, the way he seems so focused on what Louis is feeling.

Harry has always been generous in bed, but Louis has never felt quite

like this before, like Harry lives and dies by how much Louis gets off.

He knows he's making noise, couldn't possibly be keeping all of this

inside of him, but he couldn't describe it if he tried. There's nothing but

the feeling of being exposed, being taken apart, and he's blindly

grateful when Harry slides a finger inside him, because at least it gives

him something to focus on. At some point he must have stopped

bracing himself up on his elbows, because now he's lying flat on the

bed, biting down on Harry's sheets with his arse still propped up on the

pillow. He's so fucking hard, unbelievably hard, and the pillow gives

him some sort of contact but almost no friction when he tries to grind

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down against it, torn between needing pressure on his dick and wanting

to keep pushing back against Harry.

It must show that he's getting close, because slowly the feeling starts to

fade away, and Harry is trailing kisses down his shaking thighs and up

his back instead, murmuring soothing things that for all Louis knows

could be responses to things he's said. "D'you want me now, love?"

Louis makes out as Harry kisses him between the shoulder blades. "Are

you ready?"

"Yes, God, please," Louis says, and when Harry pulls his finger out of

him Louis rolls over, maneuvering to keep the pillow underneath him.

Harry has gotten up and is rummaging through a bag by his bed,

coming out with a lube and a condom.

"Always keep those handy, eh?" Louis says, raising an eyebrow and

hoping Harry will hear the unspoken question behind it.

"Don't be jealous," Harry says with a knowing grin. "Haven't been

using it on anyone but myself, and you're a lot cuter than my right

hand."

Louis smiles back, spreading his legs as Harry slicks up two fingers.

They work in easily after everything, and Louis is already getting that

warm, well-fucked feeling. This is going to be a hell of a night.

"Hazza," he says, a thought striking him. Harry stops and looks up at

him, but Louis waves weakly at him. "God, no keep going. But I—I

haven't slept with anyone else. Since you, I mean."

Harry looks at him as if he's unsure of where this is going. "Okay? I

haven't either, I mean, so I guess that's good."

"So we don't need," Louis trails off, motioning toward the condom. "I

mean, unless you want it." His voice cracks a bit at the end of the

sentence as Harry pushes in a third finger.

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"No, I don't want it," Harry says carefully. "As long as you're sure?" He

spreads his fingers out inside Louis, stretching him even more, and

Louis lets out a little hiccup of pleasure as they slide across his

prostate.

"I'm sure," he says. "I'm sure, Harry, and if it's all right by you I'd really

love for you to fuck me now."

"My pleasure," Harry says, leaning down to bite gently at Louis'

shoulder before slicking himself up. Louis watches him, and he tries to

process the thought that he's about to have Harry inside him again. It

feels like nothing could prepare him for this, but he's never been more

ready for anything.

"Go slow, yeah?" Louis says, wrapping his legs loosely around Harry's

waist. "It's been a while." Harry nods, stroking Louis' knee gently

before starting to push inside.

Louis' already sensitive, and he hisses out a breath at the stretch as the

head slips inside. "Okay?" Harry says, stilling, and Louis nods with his

eyes closed.

"Okay, just—it's a lot," he says, and he doesn't just mean the way Harry

feels inside him. It's all of it, the sudden influx of Harry back into his

life after not having any of him at all, the way he feels like he's

overdosing on every good thing it's possible to feel.

Harry reaches down and grabs his hand, lifting it to his mouth to press a

kiss to the centre of Louis' palm. "We can stop if you want," he says,

and Louis has to open his eyes to see the look on his face, all genuine

concern.

"No," Louis says, "No, I want this." He pulls his feet in where they're

hooked behind Harry's back, pushing him in just a little deeper. "I want

you. Just—slow, Haz, yeah?"

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"Yeah," Harry says shakily, leaning forward to kiss along Louis'

collarbone. "I've got you," he says, pulling one arm back to stroke at

Louis' cock, which had softened a little at the burn. Harry's touch,

though, has him heavy and full again within minutes. Soon he's gasping

at the way Harry's slowly rocking them together, pushing inside bit by

tiny bit as he sucks on Louis' neck.

Finally, finally, after what feels like an eternity, Harry is all the way

inside, any pain a memory that seems increasingly distant. Louis is

ready, wants more, so he scratches his nails down Harry's back lightly.

"You can fuck me properly now," he says weakly. "If you'd like. No

rush."

Harry leans back up, bracing his weight on his free hand, and looks

down at him. It's been an effort for him to hold back, Louis can see it in

the sheen of sweat that covers his chest and the slight tremor in his

arms. "No rush?" he says, and apparently he's willing to hold off longer

if it means he gets to tease Louis more, all mock serious like he can't

see the way Louis' cock is leaking all over his hand as he strokes it

leisurely.

"In your own time," Louis replies, playing it off like his voice doesn't

crack in the middle. Harry grins, and Louis thinks for a moment that

he's going to oblige him, but instead he takes one hand off Louis'

cock—the bastard—and moves it to Louis' left nipple, pinching it hard

as he leans down to bite at the other one.

Louis fucking squeaks at that, and it's not particularly manly but he

doesn't have enough brain cells to spare to care about it when there's

heat rushing down his spine like that. He writhes down against Harry's

cock, trying to pull more of it inside, but there isn't any more to be had,

just a maddening thick pressure inside him that won't fucking move.

Harry's still got a mouth on his nipple, so Louis grabs a handful of his

hair and pulls him back, hard. He's momentarily distracted by the way

that makes Harry's pupils blow wide, the slick red openness of his

mouth, the curve of his neck to where Louis is pulling his head back,

but there are more urgent matters at hand.

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"Fuck me," Louis says, leaning up to suck at Harry's lower lip, because,

okay, it really is very distracting. He bites down on it, pulling a groan

from Harry, and then lets go. "Now. Please."

Harry nods, mouth still open and obscene, and Louis was planning to

let go of his hair, but when Harry slides almost all of the way out and

then slams back into him Louis needs something to hold onto as he

drops his head back against the mattress and sees stars.

"Oh, God," Louis moans, and Harry drops onto his forearms to lick at

the sweat in the hollow of his throat. He keeps fucking into Louis,

setting a pace that isn't fast but hard and deep, every thrust lifting Louis'

hips slightly up off the pillow and pulling whines from his throat. God,

sometimes Louis thought he had been misremembering how good they

were together, had been exaggerating it in his mind, but no, they work

this fucking well. They belong together this much.

The way Harry is moving is steady and intense and has Louis slightly

unsure if he's breathing or not. Harry keeps driving in, and eventually

he shifts angle just slightly and there are fireworks going off at the base

of Louis' spine. "There, Hazza, Jesus fuck," he grinds out, clenching

around him, and suddenly Harry is going double-time and hitting that

angle every single time.

Louis' brain short-circuits, and he holds onto Harry's hair for dear life,

pulling hard enough to hurt. He's babbling nonsense again, he knows,

but this time he registers a few of the words. One of them that slips out

is mine, and Harry's head snaps up at it, his rhythm stuttering a little

before he picks it back up.

"Mine," Louis says again, torn apart by the way it makes Harry's

shoulders shake. "You're mine," he says, voice only breaking a little,

and Harry leans down to drop his forehead against Louis'. He is, he is,

this beautiful impossible human belongs to Louis, and Louis isn't ever

going to fail to appreciate that ever again.

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"I'm close, Lou," Harry pants out against Louis' mouth, eyes closed.

Louis can't help but tilt his chin up and capture his mouth in a kiss

that's surprisingly gentle, given the way Harry is still pounding into

him, but it feels right, feels like everything in him wants to take care of

Harry, to keep him safe.

Harry groans into the kiss, and then slips an arm under Louis' waist and

rolls them onto their sides, hiking one of Louis' legs up around his

waist and pulling him impossibly close, chest-to-chest. The angle is

different but still good, not as deep but dragging insistently inside

Louis in a way that starts a buzzing in his spine as Harry rocks into

him.

"M'gonna come," Harry pants, and then drops his hand from Louis' leg

to slip it in between their bodies, finding Louis' cock and stripping it