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Louis walked into their flat, dropping his bag on the side table and his slides on the mat at the door. He tiptoed his way to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and chugged half of the water cup Harry had made for him in one go.
Sighing, he settled against the counter, rubbing his chest and anticipating the burp that always came when he drank anything too fast. He closed his eyes in the silence, listening to the ringing in his ears until the air bubbled up his throat.
He looked around the kitchen and into the living room, noticing for the first time Harry’s two duffles packed and ready for his trip to Rome tomorrow, well today.
Originally, Louis had planned to be home mid afternoon, but post game and event interviews ran too long, and he might have spent more time yapping and catching up afterwards with many of the players, now that his nerves of the game were gone.
He made his way down the hallway, slowly taking off the dirty clothes he realized he’d been wearing since leaving the hotel that morning. Noticing the light peeking from the bottom of their bedroom door, he smiled to himself, imagining Harry trying to stay up for him, but falling asleep still.
Opening the door quietly, he gasped at the sight in front of him. Harry was definitely awake, writhing on the bed and teasing his cock. “Lou,” Harry cried out, circling his fist at the base of his dick. “What took you so long?”
Louis tore off his clothes in record time, climbing up on the bed. “I’m here now,” he crawled naked up Harry’s body, slapping his hand away and fisting his cock.
“Hmm,” Harry moaned and thrust his hips. “Missed you.”
Chuckling, Louis reminded, “Only been one night.” But he still dipped down and kissed Harry on the mouth, licking his lips and gaining immediate entry. Settling his thighs flush against Harry, Louis groaned as their skin pressed together.
Harry rolled his hips, knocked Louis’ hand away, and rubbed their dicks together. His hands roamed Louis’ back, feeling the muscles that bloomed in his last week of training. Making his way down south, he squeezed at Louis’ hips and palmed his bum.
“Looked so hot out there.” Harry kneaded Louis’ ass while rubbing against his skin. “Trotting around on the pitch with your dick and ass all jiggling,” Harry emphasized both body part with a pinch and a snap.
Louis ground down, fingers making their way to Harry’s hole. “All for you…” his words choked on his tongue when he felt the smooth plastic of Harry’s favorite butt plug. Custom made for him, from Louis, with the end a microphone.
“Not all just for me,” Harry teased as he reached for the lube and pressed it into Louis’ open palm. Louis sat back on his knees, cock hard and resting along his thigh. He popped the cap of the lube while slowly removing the plug, twisting and teasing it against Harry’s prostate before slipping it out as Harry named some of Louis’ favorite players on the pitch.
Hole gapping as Harry took a deep breath between rambling, Louis tossed the toy aside and lubed up two fingers. He plunged them inside Harry’s relaxed hole with no resistance, curling his fingers and massaging Harry’s prostate, finally silencing his boyfriend.
“Said it was all for you,” Louis grit out, punctuating his words with a tap on Harry’s spot, causing him to whine out and arch his back. “Where’s the condom?” Louis knew Harry was prepared, especially after passing off the lube so quickly. He watched as Harry felt around for the packet, rolling to the left and finding it under his ribs. “Been planning this, huh?”
Harry groaned as he watched Louis roll the condom down his leaking prick. He loved watching Louis jerk off, especially when he teased himself and pulled back his foreskin to slide on a condom. “Was hard since I saw you stretching,” Harry admitted, spreading his own precome down his cock to touch himself. "Yesterday."
“Hmm.” Louis squirted a drop or two of lube on his cock, then some on the tip of Harry’s. He got to his knees, moving towards Harry with his prepped dick now standing out in front of him. “That’s a long time to be turned on.”
Spreading his legs as Louis sank to his elbows on either side of Harry’s chest, he watched between them as Louis lined himself up and entered him with ease. Both sighed, always enjoying the first slid home of each other’s cocks.
As they caught their breath and adjusted, Harry ran his fingers through Louis’ hair, admitting, “Always turned on when I see you. At home, in person, online, on stage, on the phone, in pictures…”
“I get it,” Louis huffed out a laugh. “You shouldn’t be talking right now.”
“What should I be…” Harry’s words were cut off ending as a surprised yelp as Louis balanced himself on his elbows and pulled out just to slam back in. “Fuck,” Harry hissed, “Yesss.”
Louis quickly set a demanding pace, fucking into Harry with a snap of hips. As Harry marginally scooted up the bed with each thrust, he gripped Louis’ shoulders, neck, hair, wherever he could touch. “Always thinking of you,” Louis grit out, rocking his hips at a now alarming pace.
He tucked his hands under Harry’s back and gripped his shoulders to force Harry towards him while fucking forward. “Oh, fuck!” Harry growled, “So close.”
Tapping his hip, Louis resting his head between Harry’s tits before nipping at one and demanding, “Roll over.” He slapped Harry’s thigh. “On your knees.”
Harry scrabbled to obey quickly, nearly kicking Louis who was sat back, dripping more lube on his cock and palm. Once on all four, Harry glanced over his shoulder, shuddering as Louis grabbed Harry’s dick with his lubed hand and slid back in at the same time.
Louis wasted no time snapping his hips into Harry, regaining his punishing pace he had before, this time jerking Harry’s cock at the same speed. Harry’s head hung between his shoulders, hands gripping the pillow as he pressed back into Louis, arching his back so Louis’ cock rubbed his prostate.
“Close, ah!” Harry breathed, ripping and tearing at the pillow, shoulders and thighs shaking. “Fuck, yes, right there. Your tip…” he whined, “with the…” and his back stiffened, knees buckled, and thighs locked against Louis’ hips as he came across the sheets.
Leaning forward, Louis pressed kisses along Harry’s back and spine, rubbing his sides and whispering praises as Harry came down from his orgasm. “So good, love.”
Once Harry settled, he looked over his shoulder, “Go on,” he said, resting his head on his hands, elbows on the bed as he presented himself to Louis.
Louis groaned, running his hands from Harry’s hips to his neck and back down again before pulling out and pushing back in deeply.
“Really give it to,” Harry panted, “Fuck me like you’d imagined Kennedy pounding into you.”
This got Louis going. He fucked into Harry shallowly, hips slapping against Harry’s ass. Glancing down, Louis watched himself disappear into Harry’s stretched rim. He spit into his fingers and spread them around Harry’s hole, easing the glide.
The extra wetness egged Harry on as he wiggled and opened himself up more to Louis’ pace. Louis was close, and he gripped Harry’s hips, creating bruises as he forced their hips together over and over.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Harry chanted with each meeting of skin. “Make me feel it all week!” he cried.
Louis choked out a sob and curse as he stilled inside Harry, spilling into the condom with four uncontrollable thrusts. He collapsed on top of Harry, forcing both their knees to give out. Panting warmly on Harry’s shoulder blade, he slowly pulled out, hissing at the lack of pressure on his cock and slight rub from the condom.
Harry groaned and rolled over, away from his release, although some of it smeared across his stomach. “C’mere,” he mumbled, reaching out for Louis who quickly tucked into Harry’s arms. “Very, very proud of you too,” Harry stated, kissing Louis’ forehead and tossing the blanket over the both of them. Condom and mess forgotten for now.