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It makes your lips so kissable, and your kiss unmissable...
Louis smiled back at Harry once his hand was laced in his and Niall's door had shut. Harry looked at Louis like he hung the moon. Nothing in that hallway existed except for them. Had their room been further they probably would've started running. Laughing and racing each other. Louis reached into his back pocket with his other hand to retrieve the key card, giving Harry's hand a little squeeze as they waited for the beep. Once the beep sounded Louis pushed down on the door handle, a rattling noise that made both of them look at each other in shock and bite back a laugh following. They made their way into their room, the door shutting behind them, and they were officially turned in for the night.
Louis turned around to face Harry, moving closer to him until their faces were inches apart. Smiles adorning both of them they stared at each other for a beat before their lips were connected.
And they were inseparable.
The entire day had been next to unbearable. They could barely look at each other. Simon had contacted their management and they were warned that the next time they were seen doing anything that could be presumed as more than friends consequences would arise. Knowing Simon, they didn't want to test what those consequences were. They tried to kiss in the car, even if just for a split second, to show the care, to ease the want, but a chorus of 'ooo's had jokingly erupted from the other three boys and they broke away with blushed cheeks and sheepish smiles. They loved the boys and they knew the boys fully supported them but it still felt a little embarrassing. It was more private to them, for them. Liam even tried to fix the awkwardness by adding in a 'you guys can go ahead if you want to. You know we don't mind.'
Louis brushed off the offer and resorted to looking out the window.
But now they were alone. Just them and their room. A closed door, a safe space, and comfortable silence.
It started as a singular peck. A pause after, where their lips were centimeters apart, eyes half-lidded and full of want. Then, with an almost inaudible breath from Louis, they were making out.
Harry stumbled back slightly as Louis pressed up against him, gripping his back harder as he passionately moved his lips. Louis' hand found his way to the younger boys curls, the nape of his neck, tangling his fingers in the mop and stabilizing his head. The room was dark besides a lamp they had left on, knowing they were going to be back after dark. But they were still making out in the narrow hallway of their room, the bathroom to their left, the weird little closet table with a safe and coffee machine to their right. Louis slowly moved them backwards, into the light, over to their bed. He spun them around so that he would land on top of Harry and quickly pulled away so they both could get on the bed and settled before locking eyes and connecting their lips again.
One of Louis' legs strattled Harry's lap as Harry's hands moved from Louis shoulders, to his arms, back up to his shoulders and his neck, anywhere he could get a decent grip on the boy. Louis continued to kiss him, barely taking a moment for breath and eventually prodding his tongue at the younger boys lips in question.
Harry opened his mouth greatfully, fully welcoming Louis' tongue. All of Louis' love. They were connected, breathing into one another, breathing in one another. Harry hummed contentedly into Louis' mouth which elicited a gentle moan from the older boy. It was prompt and rough and heated, feeling each other and absorbing everything they had to offer. Everything they had been waiting the entire day for. But it didn't matter, because they were alone. In here they didn't have to worry about camera's or fans, of prying eyes that would lead to questions, of threats to their job and their relationship for simply being who they are, figuring everything out. They could just...love.
"I...love you...so much," Harry breathed through little chuckles between kisses. Louis hummed in agreement, releasing his tongue and pressing his lips delicately to Harry's as he remembered that they had time. There was no rush. There was no fear of being walked in on or caught. He could fully appreciate the boy, his sun, his earth, his love. He lifted up on his arms and looked at the younger boy in all his glory. His tinted cheeks. His pink, glossy, slightly swollen lips. His shining, emerald eyes. That wasn't even a word to describe them. His eyes were wordless. Just beauty. Forests, gemstones, rolling hills. Everything.
"I love you too," Louis whispered, a tender smile on his face. Harry's face reciprocated, before Louis sunk back down and continued to peck languidly.
He kissed Harry's lips lightly, moving over and kissing the corner of his mouth. Harry smiled at that, and Louis could feel it. He followed where the corner of his mouth ended up and kissed it again, before moving on to the boys jaw. He pecked upwards on the soft skin, towards the boys ear, before he moved down to his neck. Just below his ear, where his jaw started.
Harry's smile fell as his breath hitched.
His head tilted on it's own accord, towards the pleasure, providing more room for Louis to work with. A tighter hand gripped the fabric that clothed Louis' back as a suction---a beautiful, tight, pulling, suction invaded his senses. His breathing grew slightly heavier as Louis continued to nip and linger on the spot, lips touching the skin every now and then. Harry stared at the familiar tan coloring of the wall as Louis continued to work, a tension he hadn't realized he had been holding onto fully realeasing from his body. The smile made its way back to his lips amidst parted lips, a tingling sensation he'd never felt before filling his entire body.
Louis suddenly stopped as he felt the change in the boys breath, the sudden silence of the room. He felt as if he had blacked out for a second as he realized where he had migrated to. They had never done anything but kiss. They hadn't even discussed it. He's sure it was a mutual thought but now with the sudden silence he was overthinking.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵?
Louis shook the thoughts from his head and lifted up on his arms once again to see the boys beautiful face. He looked blissed. He looked happy and peaceful, in his own little world.
"Was that okay?"
Harry's eyes darted towards the voice, forgetting he was the reason for that indescribable feeling in the first place. The feeling of sinking into the comforter, of a stress and discomfort floating away from his body like it had a soul of its own, of pure happiness and love and 𝘓𝘰𝘶𝘪𝘴.
"I don't even know what 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 was but...fuck yes," Harry sighed.
Louis chuckled at the response, making Harry chuckle as well at his curse, before he leaned back down and resumed his suction.
Harry could lie here for hours.
Everything felt in harmony. Aligned. It didn't matter that come tomorrow they wouldn't be able to sit next to each other. It didn't matter that Louis would be gone for half the day with a girl that couldn't be more than a friend. It didn't matter that they would have to wait a whole day to embrace each other and just enjoy each other's company. Louis was on him, with him, taking him in with every breath. Nothing else mattered to him and he knew nothing else mattered to Louis. The world was on pause.
And Harry wished it could last forever.