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“Hello?” Harry calls into the quiet house as he closes the front door behind himself. He takes his jacket off and hangs it on the hooks on the wall next to him, dropping the keys on the table below them.
“Hello?” He repeats a little louder this time and toes of his sneakers before walking down the hallway “Louis?” He asks quietly.
Harry peaks into the living room but it’s empty and quiet, safe for the fire that’s crackling in the fireplace.
He slowly walks down the hallway further, listening for any sounds. Finally he hears the faint strumming of a guitar coming from the office down the hall. Harry picks up his speed, when he arrives at the door, he notices that it’s ajar and he pushes it open slowly.
And there is Louis, sitting on the dark brown leather couch, strumming his guitar and looking down at it with a furrow between his brows. He’s wearing a cap but his brown hair falls down to his shoulders in the back. A cigarette is burning on the ashtray on the side table to his left and a beer bottle is standing next to it. Harry crosses his arms and smiles as he leans against the door frame watching him. Louis’ hair is longer than his own now. After he finishes filming for this movie, he plans on letting it grow out again, Louis loves to play with his hair, to run his fingers through them and to tug on the curls. And Harry enjoys when he does that very much.
Harry watches him as he strums a few chords before pausing to write something down on the notepad which is placed on the coffee table in front of him. He turns to take a drag of his cigarette and then a gulp of his beer. Then he turns back to look down at his guitar and starts strumming again. All without glancing at Harry once.
Harry narrows his eyes as he keeps watching Louis, who is obviously ignoring him.
“Lou?” He asks and pushes himself off the doorframe while slowly walking closer to him. Still no reaction, instead he turns to take another long drag of his cigarette and exhales the smoke into the room.
At least he stopped strumming the guitar and pretending like he wasn’t there, Harry thinks. He knows Louis, he tends to be passive aggressive when something is bothering him but he doesn’t want to talk about it. Wants Harry to figure it out instead.
Fine, he can do that.
“Lou?” He repeats quieter, crouching down in front of Louis “How was your day?” He asks softly, placing a hand on Louis’ leg.
And now finally, there’s a reaction from Louis. A huff and an eye roll, another drag of his cigarette but then he finally speaks, smoke escaping his mouth and nose “The better question here is how was your day movie star?” He asks raising his eyebrows and finally looking Harry in the eyes.
Harry frowns at him and blinks a few times “I don’t -“ he starts and pauses to think “I don’t know what you mean? It was good.“ he shrugs „Long.“
“Yeah?” Louis asks, sarcastic tone in his voice obvious now “Did you have fun?” He asks, stressing the last word, raising his eyebrows once more and taking a last deep drag of his cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray. “Did you have a good time? Oh I’m glad.“ he says raspy, narrowing his eyes and pushing his guitar to the side before getting up, almost causing Harry to fall over. He heads towards the door to exit the room, but Harry quickly gets up on his feet.
“Wait! Louis!” He calls and effectively stops him in his tracks. “I don’t understand, what’s going on?” he asks confused.
Louis sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose, before turning around to face Harry “You were too busy today to even look at your phone once, eh? I texted you a few times, no reply” he says shrugging.
And okay, Harry admits he hadn’t checked his phone since he got off work, he just wanted to get home and relax, take a shower and cuddle his boyfriend. But now he pulls the phone out of his shorts pocket, feeling guilty when he sees five new messages from Louis among others’, on his display.
“Im sorry Lou” he starts, looking up at him again, he has moved a little closer to Harry and is only a few feet away now, arms crossed over his chest and eyebrows pulled up high “I just didn’t have time to check my phone earlier and then I just wanted to get home. To you.”
“Yeah were too busy weren’t you? Acting with David and all.” He says waving his right hand in the air.
“Yes I -“ and suddenly it dawns on Harry, it’s clear as day to him all of a sudden why Louis is in that mood, what the problem actually might be here. The corner of his mouth twitches, but he contains himself, knowing Louis isn’t in the mood for jokes right now. “Lou?” He asks, taking another step towards him and Louis doesn’t move away, which is a good sign, let’s Harry walk up to him and bring his hands up to his arms even “What is this really about?”
“It’s what I just said!” Louis replies defensively “You didn’t check your phone once all day, what if it was an emergency?”
“I’m sorry I didn’t have time to check my phone Lou, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t think of you. I actually thought of you a lot. All day.”
Louis huffs and rolls his eyes again, tightening his arms across his chest a bit more “I bet you did while you were in bed with another man, filming a steamy sex scene.” He finally replies and Harry can tell it cost him quite an effort to get that part out.
“Lou, baby, we talked about this remember? I’m not attracted to David, I don’t see him that way. And just because we filmed a very intimate scene today, doesn’t mean I suddenly want him.”
“Were you naked?” Louis simply asks as a reply.
“What?”
Louis huffs again and looks Harry directly into the eyes “You heard me, were you?”
Harry swallows, he knows Louis won’t like this “Not completely” he starts.
Louis doesn’t break the eye contact “What does that mean not completely? Yes or no?” he narrows his eyes.
“We had these -” Harry pauses and bites his lip but when Louis looks at him expectantly he continues “Cock socks, we were wearing cock socks.” he mumbles, looking at the wall next to Louis’ head rather than in his eyes.
He sees Louis’ eyebrows rise impossibly higher, before he suddenly drops his arms and grabs Harry’s shoulders, spinning them around and effectively pushing him up against the wall. It all happens so fast, Harry doesn’t even realise it until he’s trapped against the wall, looking at Louis with big eyes.
“Lou? What -“
“Shh.” Louis quiets him effectively “Where” he starts and moves impossibly closer, their bodies lining up “Where did he touch you?” Louis asks quietly and runs his eyes over Harry’s body.
“I - I don’t know” Harry replies, a little out of breath.
“Where. Did. He. Touch. You.” Louis repeats, punctuating each word with a soft bite on Harry’s neck and collarbone.
Harry swallows, he can feel the heat pooling in his stomach already, Louis has a fire in his eyes, a determined look and Harry can’t help but obey.
“Here.” He replies and lifts a hand to point to the left side of his neck. Louis narrows his eyes and lurches closer, biting on the spot Harry has pointed at, before beginning to suck on it harshly. Harry let’s his head fall to the side, closing his eyes and parting his lips, a low moan escapes his lips.
After a few moments of sucking and biting, Louis seems to be happy with the result, because he moves his head back and looks down at the spot, smirking mischievously.
Harry slowly blinks his eyes open again, licking his lips, the spot on his neck is pulsating. He wants to bring up a hand to touch it but Louis stops him, shaking his head “Don’t, Love” he says softly.
“Is it big?” Harry asks, voice coming out hoarsely.
Louis smirks again as he looks at it once more “Let’s just say it will be hard to cover up. Everyone will know you’re taken, there’s no misunderstanding now”
“Lou, it was clear for everyone before - ”
“Shh” Louis shushes him again, face turning more serious and eyes narrowing “Where else did he touch you?” He hisses out.
Harry breathes for a moment, before swallowing and slowly moving up his hand. Louis lets him this time and follows the movement with his eyes “Here” he breathes, pointing at his chest, which is covered by the white T-Shirt he is wearing.
Louis’ eyes turn dark and he looks down at the place Harry’s pointing at. After a few seconds, Louis grabs the bottom of the shirt and quickly pushes it up, pulling it off over Harry’s head. Harry complies and let’s himself be manhandled. He loves it when Louis gets all possessive, shows him that he’s his, that no one else can have him. There were times in the past when Harry purposely cuddled up to male friends or got a little closer than necessary, because he knew what it did to Louis. How jealous he could get, exactly the way he is now. Just that this time, it wasn’t planned.
Harry is torn out of his thoughts when Louis suddenly bites down on the spot on his chest, his arms wrapping around his middle, fingernails digging into the soft skin of his hips. Harry let’s out a surprised moan at the sensation. The pain but pleasure at the same time. Louis sucks on the bruise he must have left by now and moves over, capturing Harry’s nipple in his mouth, licking it before sucking on it lightly. First the left one before he moves on to the right one. He comes back up after a while, licking his saliva slick lips and looking down at his work satisfied. Harry is panting at this point, leaning fully against the wall and watching Louis’ face. Waiting for the next question, because he knows it’s coming.
As expected, Louis’ expression turns dark again and his eyes shoot up to meet Harry’s “Where else?” he asks lowly.
Harry swallows, he can feel his dick straining against the inside of his shorts already.
“There” he exhales, hand moving to his left hip bone.
Louis follows the movement with his eyes again and his eyes rest at the spot for a moment, before flicking up to meet Harry’s eyes. Harry’s eyes are half lidded now, his head tipped back against the wall, the side of his neck still pulsating, chest heaving.
“I can’t believe you let him touch you everywhere” Louis whispers “Can’t let you forget you have a boyfriend when you’re filming those scenes can I?” Louis asks and pulls on Harry’s waistband.
Harry whimpers and nods frantically as Louis begins unbuttoning his shorts, pushing them down and helping Harry to kick them off.
He’s still wearing black briefs, but his dick is obviously straining against them. Louis ignores it though, doesn’t even let his hands get close as Harry pushes his hips forward, looking for friction. Instead, Louis pushes him back down against the wall, pinning him against it with his hands on his hips.
“Here?” Louis asks, voice hoarse and pushing down the waistband of the briefs on the left side, pointing to the spot right below his laurel tattoo.
Harry simply nods in reply, not trusting his voice anymore and Louis sinks down on his knees immediately, attaching his mouth to the spot, biting and sucking on the hip. Harry let’s his head fall back at the sight and sensation, can’t help the moan that escapes his lips, dick twitching and pre-come wetting the material.
“Lou!” he exclaims desperately, hoping for something, anything. But Louis doesn’t acknowledge him, still ignoring his obvious hard-on and only sucking a bruise into his hip instead.
After he seems satisfied with the result, he lets the waistband snap back into place, smirking at the quiet whimper Harry let’s out, when it hits the bruise. He slowly gets up and looks back at Harry, lips swollen red.
“Where else did he touch you?” he asks with narrowed eyes.
“Lou please” Harry whimpers and pushes his hips forward again, gasping when he finds friction this time and feels Louis’ own erection touching his. But Louis shakes his head and pushes Harry’s hips back against the wall.
“Where else Harry?” he asks angrily.
Harry takes a deep breath to calm himself down and closes his eyes for a moment, before he brings his hand up slowly. Louis follows the motion again as Harry slowly drags it up over his thigh, his hip, his abs, his chest and finally up to his face, stopping on his lips. He knows his lips must look red and puffy by now from biting them so much these past minutes. He lets them fall open and rests his fingers on the bottom lip.
“There?” Louis asks quietly and Harry nods in response, looking at him with big eyes.
Louis slowly pushes his fingers away and replaces them with his own, running a thumb over Harry’s bottom lip first, before moving to the top one. His own lips part as he watches the motion. Harry slowly pokes out his tongue and lets it run against Louis’ index finger lightly. Louis’ eyes turn dark and he notices him gulp, his breathing becoming more shallow. He moves his index finger forward slowly, watches it disappear in Harry’s mouth, as he sucks it into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and moaning around it. Louis pulls his finger out again and pushes Harry’s bottom lip down with his thumb, moving his head closer slowly, before finally closing the distance between them.
The kiss is heated from the start, Louis biting down on Harry’s bottom lip, almost drawing blood, before pushing his tongue into Harry’s mouth, meeting his own. Harry moans at the sensation, finally being able to feel Louis. He wraps his own arms around Louis’ middle and slowly lower to his ass, grabbing the cheeks through the sweatpants in his hands and pulling him closer against himself, until their groins are touching and he can feel Louis’ hard-on against his own.
They both moan against each other’s lips as they begin slowly grinding their hips.
Harry digs his fingers deeper into Louis’ ass cheeks, grinding his hips harder and letting his lips fall open „Lou“ he gasps out, letting Louis kiss down his neck, licking over the bruise he left there „Lou“ he repeats once more, head lolling to the side, eyes still closed „Want you. Please.“
„Yeah?“ Louis asks, head moving up to look at Harry, who’s slowly blinking his eyes open now „Want me to fuck you against the wall?“
Harry whimpers and nods his head as he continues rubbing his dick against his „God yes please.“
„Okay then tell me“ Louis starts as he fingers with the waistband of Harry’s briefs „What were you thinking of when you were shooting that scene?“
Harry hooks his thumbs under the waistband of Louis’ sweatpants and the briefs underneath, pushing them down a little „You.“ he breathes out „This.“ he kisses the side of Louis’ neck and grinds his hip forward „Was thinking of you the whole time Lou, I only want you.“ he says against his neck.
He can feel Louis’ breath coming out in quick puffs against his neck and drags the sweatpants down a little further. He can see the swell of Louis’ ass cheeks now and softly bites down on his neck „Want you so bad.“
„Yeah?“ Louis breathes out and pushes Harry’s briefs down further, exposing the neatly trimmed hair there. He ruts forward against Harry once more, before finally pushing the briefs down all the way, freeing Harry’s dick and letting the underwear fall down to his feet.
Harry gasps when he feels the cold air on himself but the gasp quickly turns into a moan, when Louis suddenly wraps a hand around him, slowly pumping his dick. „Tell me what you were thinking of exactly.“ he says lowly, slowly pumping Harry’s dick.
„I was - “ Harry starts but stops to let out a loud moan, when Louis thumbs over his tip, collecting the pre-come there „Was thinking of you, touching me, fingering me and… aaahhhh fucking me.“ he continues, eyes screwed shut. If he let himself, he could come right now, but he doesn’t want to, not yet. He wants to feel Louis inside himself when he comes.
Louis pumps Harry’s dick faster as Harry kneads his ass cheeks, index finger slipping in between his cheeks and lightly touching his hole, causing Louis to gasp and slow his movement.
„Please“ Harry whimpers.
„Okay turn around Love.“ Louis says and takes a step back, taking off his T-Shirt, cap falling to the ground in the process. Then he pushes down his sweatpants and briefs in one go. Harry leans against the wall, watches Louis undress with lidded eyes for a moment, eyes raking over his naked body.
When Louis meets his eyes suddenly, he quirks an eyebrow and smirks at him „Liking what you see?“
Harry bites his lip and nods „Very much.“ he drawls and pushes himself off the wall, turning around and leaning his arms against it, before resting his head on the forearms. Louis disappears from behind him for a moment and he hears a drawer being opened before Louis’ hands are on him again suddenly.
„Fuck you look you so good like this, waiting for me.“ he says as his hands roam over his ass, up his back and down again. Harry whimpers once more and stretches out his ass, bending over a little more for Louis, silently asking him for more.
„God, Harry.“ He hears Louis take in a sharp breath „You don’t even know what you do to me.“
He grabs Harry’s ass cheeks and kneads them for a moment, before pulling them apart, thumbing over his hole. „You ready for me Love?“
Harry turns his head to the side from where it’s resting on his arms so he can look at Louis and nods „Please Lou.“ He moves one hand down to wrap around his own dick and begins slowly pumping it „Wanted you so much all day.“
He hears the familiar sound of the lube bottle being uncapped, then some of it being squeezed out, before Louis’ left hand returns to his ass, grabbing a cheek „Okay“ he breathes against his back.
He can feel Louis’ hard-on pressed against his other cheek and moans, squeezing the hand on his dick tighter. Louis’ finger circles his rim for a moment, causing Harry to screw his eyes shut in anticipation, breathing becoming more laboured.
And then finally Louis pushes the finger in slowly, at first up to the knuckle, then a little deeper, until it’s pushed in all the way and he begins slowly moving it in and out of Harry. Harry lets out a strangled moan and begins moving the hand around his dick at the same speed as Louis’ finger. It feels good, its what we wanted but it’s not enough, he needs more.
„More“ he croaks out from where his head is resting on his arm „More please.“ he repeats and Louis complies, pulling out his finger, before slowly pushing in two. Harry moans louder this time, biting his lip and tightening the grip around his dick. It feels so good and he’s so close already, he has to be careful not to come before Louis’ inside him, he wants to feel him, needs him inside himself.
He lets Louis stretch him out a little longer before he demands a third finger and revels at the sensation of feeling full. Of knowing Louis is watching his own fingers move in and out of him right now. The thought makes him moan and some pre-come squirts out of his dick. He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a few deep breaths before slowly opening them again.
„Lou…now…please.“ he breathes out and as soon as he has uttered those words, Louis’ hands are gone from his body. He hears the lube being opened again and takes a few steadying breaths, preparing himself for what he knows is about to come. He just hopes he won’t come within the first minute at least.
Suddenly he feels the familiar feeling of Louis’ dick pressed against his hole and after Louis asks one more breathless time „Okay Love?“ and Harry gives him a nod, he finally begins slowly pushing his dick inside him. Slowly until he’s in all the way, groin flush against Harry’s ass. Both of them let out loud moans at the sensation and when Harry turns his head a little to the side to look at his boyfriend, he sees that he has his head tipped back, eyes screwed shut and breathing heavily. His fingers are digging into Harry’s hips and Harry loves it so much, loves the feeling of Louis filling him up, loves the way he’s holding onto him tightly, the way he can tell he’s so close to coming just as himself, the way he still wants him after all these years, the way he loves him.
„I love you.“ Harry voices his thoughts.
Louis blinks his eyes open and loosens his hold on Harry’s hips a bit, he probably left marks by now. He looks back at him, breathing still laboured „I love you too.“ He replies raspy and pulls out of Harry before slamming back into him, while still looking directly into his eyes.
Harry’s mouth falls open at the feeling and he lets out a guttural moan, pushing his ass back impossibly deeper onto Louis’ dick, causing him to moan in response.
He turns his head back to the front, resting his forehead on the arm again and enjoys the feeling of Louis moving inside him. This is exactly what he needed to feel, the closeness to his boyfriend, them becoming one.
Harry is lazily stroking himself when Louis’ hand suddenly appears, batting his own away and wrapping around Harry’s dick. That sensation causes him to moan once more and Louis picks up his speed a bit, fucking him harder and faster, while his hand quickly jerks him off. They’re both panting heavily, Harry can feel a bead of sweet rolling down his temple. Louis lays himself over Harry’s back, kissing and licking and biting every inch of his skin and Harry revels in it, letting out low hums.
Louis’ thrusts become faster and Harry knows he’s close, so he lets himself go as well, fucks into Louis’ hand wrapped around his dick and not holding back anymore. Shortly after he feels the orgasm building up, his movements becoming more frantic and Louis tightens his grip around him. He comes all over Louis’ hand, knees buckling and barely able to hold himself up anymore. But Louis wraps his other arm tighter around his hips and holds them up, fucking into him hard a few more times until he as well releases himself into Harry.
Louis can’t hold them up anymore either, so they slowly sink down onto their knees, Harry resting his head against the wall and Louis against Harry’s back, still inside him.
Louis can probably hear the way Harry’s heart is still racing inside his chest and if Louis’ panting is anything to go by, he’s not doing much better himself.
Louis’ arms are wrapped around Harry’s stomach from behind and he’s nuzzling into Harry’s neck now, leaving small kisses in the nape. Harry smiles and brings one hand up to intertwine their fingers.
„Lou?“ he asks quietly when they’ve both calmed down a bit.
„Hm?“ comes the reply from behind him.
„I love it when you get all jealous.“
„What?“ Louis huffs into his back „’m not jealous!“
Harry smiles to himself „Okay.“ he simply replies.
They’re quite for a while before Louis speaks up again „Harry?“
„Hm?“ Harry replies with his eyes closed.
„I love you.“
Harry opens his eyes and his smile grows „I love you too Lou.“