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Holidays were always a special time of the year in the Tomlinson-Styles household. Firstly, because Louis’ birthday is during that time and secondly, because it’s probably the only long period of time that Louis and Harry can spend together, alone, outside of the public eye where they can just be themselves and most importantly, at home. 

They both love what they do, but sometimes it can get a bit much and they just miss each other. With both of them being on tour, quality time can be hard to get and manage. This is why they always get over the top during Christmas time. This year, Harry’s tour is ending on December 10th and they’re fully planning on spending the next month cuddling, kissing, sleeping and fucking like rabbits. They both maybe have grown up and being together for twelve years shouldn’t make them crave their other-half as much as this, but they just do crave each other. All the time.

Harry just got home from tour yesterday, but Louis’s still having some obligations since that dummybroke his fucking shoulder after his album released show. Harry can’t stress enough about how manytimes he told Louis to be careful and not do anything stupid when he goes out with his band, but Louis’ just a fucking child so he never really listens, or well “But babe, I don’t know how it happened, I was just racing Matt and the wall didn’t get out of my way,” that’s what he told him the last time he injured his arm. ‘Cause yeah, that’s right, it’s not the first time it happens. “I’m a king on a fifty meter road” my ass. Anyway. 

Harry’s been home for a bit more than a day. He had time to unpack and tidy their house a bit. There wasn’t much to do since they’re barely there throughout the year, anyway. But still, he likes the sent of a clean and fresh home. After he’s done cleaning, he lightens up some candles and put on a Christmas playlist on his Spotify. All I Want For Christmas starts playing and a fond smile spreads on his face, dimples dimpling. He really loves this song, ‘cause it brings him back to a memory of his first Christmas with Louis.

They had just moved in Princess Park, at the time, and they were putting on their Christmas decorations when that song started playing. They were both wearing Santa Claus’ hats, having a blast doing their Christmas tree and they were just so so happy to finally have their place, their home. So Harry, the little sappy, cheesy lover that he was and well, still is, couldn’t help himself when the chorus kicked in and he loudly sang; “All I want for Christmas, is Louuuuuu,” to Louis by grabbing him by the neck and finishing his wonderful, mind you, lyrics change with his lips pressed against his. Both got into a fit of giggly laughter and Louis fondly pressed a kiss to his rosy cheek and said “God. You’re such a dork, babe. Love you so much.”

So yeah, it’s a really fond memory of him and Louis. Louis. Fuck, he misses him so much. It’s already been a couple of weeks since they last saw each other. He didn’t get the chance to be by Louis’ side when he broke his arm and now, since his arm is almost completely healed, Harry just wants to make it up to Louis.  They couldn’t fit any time to sneak one of them in their schedule, sadly. But Louis’s supposed to be home by tomorrow afternoon. Harry can’t fucking wait. He misses Louis so much it hurts. With that he can’t help himself not to text Louis, so he does. 

To Loubaby: 

Miss you. Just finished cleaning up. Can’t wait to see you. Love you honey. .xxxxxxxxx

He receives an answer not more than two minutes later. Don’t mind them, they’re very co-dependentand clingy, even after more than a decade and they wouldn’t have it any other way. 

From Loubaby: 

Miss you too darling. I’ll be back before you know it. Gonna give you so many kisses that you’ll be sick of me. Love you more my love, see you tomorrow. Sleep tight xxxxxxxxxxx

And Harry’s heart just melts. Fuck. He feels butterflies erupting in his tummy like he’s sixteen again and Louis just told him how he thinks he’s falling in love with him. He needs to get a grip. Damn. 

With that, Harry decides that he has done enough things for the day and that he needs to sleep for fifteen hours straight. 

• .•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

It’s four pm and Louis is still not home and Harry’s a fucking mess. He’s been on edge for Louis’ arrival since ten this morning. He just wants his husband home. His mind is going in a million different directions with the most horrible scenarios, so before he can let his mind spiraling even more, he decides to text Louis. 

To Loubaby: 

Louuuuuu where are you? 

I miss youuuuu

It’s been fifteen minutes and he still hadn’t get any response. Weird. 

To Loubaby: 

Lou? I’m worried. Is everything ok? Love u. xxxx 

ping. ping. 

From Loubaby: 

My love

Hi sorry, yeah everything’s alright. Just got caught up in that fucking meeting. I should be home by 6. I’m sorry. I’ll be quick. Miss u more baby love u too xxxxxx

That little text settles Harry a bit but he’s still a fidgeting mess. 

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

Harry finally hears the front door opens. He’s currently seductively laying on his back, in their bed. He’s wearing a Santa baby lingerie kit, paired with his new pair of panties that he bought just for the occasion. A beautiful satin red panties with a little bow that lays right at the bottom of his spine. Those knickers only covers the front part, which means his ass has no coverage on the back whatsoever. Naughty, he knows. He’s also wearing his “Slut” collar that Louis gifted him, last year, during Christmas. It’s one of his favorite. 

He’s been hard and half-hard for the past hour. Of course, wearing his little kit got him horny but it’s nothing against the plug that’s currently nestled in his ass. It’s one of his favorite, too. A cute plug big enough to tease him and stretch him just right. It’s a silver one with a red diamond at the base. Prettyand festive. He’s really trying to not let the constant pressure on his prostate affects him, but it’s hard. And he is, hard. So Louis should get in their room as fast as possible ‘cause he’s desperate for his boyfriend’ touch. 

“Babe? Harry? I’m home. You there, love?” he hears Louis call from downstairs. He smiles to himself, Louis’s gonna love his surprise. 

Still, Harry says nothing. He waits for Louis to come and find him, which will probably be in the next minute or so. He’s right. Footsteps are heard up the stairs and on the hallway that leads to their bedroom. 

“Babyyy? You in there? I missed you, come on where are y—” Louis doesn’t finish his sentence when he sees Harry laying in bed as he opens the door. 

Jesus. Why Harry is constantly making him loose his goddamn mind? He’s so fucking pretty. Laying there, almost innocently in their bed and he’s got a fucking lingerie set on and he looks divine. And, oh. Oh. He’s got his “Slut” choker on. Fucking hell. 

“My, my. Jesus. What do we have here, mmh?” Louis’ voice is a bit wavering. 

“Got all dolled up for me, pretty?” he asks, eyeing his pretty husband from head to toes. He wants to devour him. 

Harry nods, a devil grin adorning his flushed cheeks. He’s getting shy by Louis’ intense gaze on him. 

“Why don’t you give us a twirl, darling?” Louis asks, eyes full of desire. 

Harry says nothing, just gets off the bed and do a little twirl. His little Santa dress doing a beautiful twirl itself too. With two fingers, Louis motions him to come closer. He brings both of his hands on Harry’s waist and just feels him. 

“You’re so pretty, baby. Always got the prettiest little kit for me. I’m so lucky.” Louis coos at him. His pants are getting thighter by the seconds. Harry’s just so fucking sexy and all his. How could he notbe hard at that? 

“Thank you,” Harry shyly answers, head dropping down a bit. He always gets so shy when Louis compliments him. He’s so fucking precious. 

“Eyes up here when I’m talking to you, love,” Louis’ fingers’ cupping under his chin to tilts Harry’s head up. “You look so lovely, don’t be shy on me,” he finishes with a wink.

Harry’s cheeks are flushing once again, “Sorry,” he lowly answers him. 

Louis says nothing and dives in to give him a proper kiss. He missed it so much. He then carefuly makes a couple of steps back and sit himself on the chair in the corner of the bedroom.

“Why don’t you come sit in my lap, pretty? Wanna touch you a bit,” Louis suggests him.

Harry’s complied and starts to bring his right leg up to sit in Louis’ lap when Louis stops him. 

“Not like this, baby, the other way around” he tells him while slowly manhandling him to the position he wants Harry in. Now that Harry’s back is facing him, he brings Harry down on his lap. Harry’s plump ass sinfully rests right on top of his hardening cock. Louis lifts both of Harry’s legs on top of his knees. Harry is now full on display, legs spread to their maximum, completely at Louis’ mercy. 

Louis brings his hands to Harry’s thighs on slowly starts massaging them, which make Harry shivers and goosebumps are spreading all over is skin. He always had sensitive thighs. Louis hands hike up near Harry’s crotch before going back down on his legs, doing this motion over and over again to tease Harry a little.

“Yeah? You like that when I’m teasing you, darling? Always so responsive to my touch. You’re perfect.” Louis whispers in his right ear, creating yet another wave of goosebumps on Harry’s skin. 

Harry finally breaks. “Please-” and it’s just a broken whimpers. There comes the real fun.

Louis takes a bit of mercy on him and bring his right hand, face palm, on top of Harry’s cock. He rubs it a little with a slight touch, not wanting to give him too much too soon. He’s a fucking tease, he knows, but Harry loves it. 

“Look at it, baby. Your pretty cock is getting so hard. It’s so pretty, all wrapped up in your cute panties like a little present,” he teases. “Aw, you’re leaking. Look at that little wet spot you did,” he points to the wet patch on the front of Harry’s knickers. 

“More, Lou— please” Harry groans, hips starting to thrust a little, trying to get more friction from Louis’ hand.

“Tsss. None of that, darling.” Louis tuts, but concedes and add more pression on his hand and rub Harry’s, now, fully hard cock. Harry just moans at that. Louis’ getting a bit impatient, though so he brings his hand inside of Harry’s panties and jerks his cock. It’s so hard and wet. Fucking hell. His tip is leaking so much pre-come it’s insane. The wet glides create the most obscene sounds. Louis teases Harry’s slit with his thumb and Harry fucking mewls. Jesus Christ. 

“Fuck— Lou, please,” he says while thrusting his hips so his cock is going in and almost out of Louis’ fist. Louis stops his hand at the base of Harry’s cock and tightens his grip. 

“That’s enough,” he sternly says. “Don’t want my pretty boy to come from a simple handjob when I’ve got you all dolled up for me.” With that he pulls his hand completely off Harry’s cock, making him whimpers at the loss. 

Louis pushes him off his lap, bringing him up to a standing position, following close behind. “Get on the bed, love. M’gonna take care of you now,” he says and Harry excitedly obliges, almost tripping on his feet. Louis chuckles. Fuck. He’s so endearing. 

Louis makes a quick work of undressing himself, he doesn’t want to wait any more minutes before getting his mouth on his boy. 

Harry’s sets himself on his back on the bed. Louis joins him, sitting on his knees and haunches. “Turn around, baby. Ass up and legs spread,” he commands, voice sure, confident. 

Harry gets in position. Legs wobbling a little. He’s resting his head on his arms. Louis lifts up his little dress and he’s welcomed with the red diamond adorning Harry’s butt plug base. Jesus fucking Christ. Harry’s gonna kill him. 

“Fucking hell,” he whispers, in awe. “Fuck, Harry. Got all prepped up for me, sweetheart? Stretched your little hole to be ready for me?” he asks him, eyes solely focus on Harry’s twitching hole. Harry’s trying to fuck himself with the plug and Louis is not enduring this. He lifts his right hand up and slaps slightly Harry’s left asscheek. 

The moans that slips off Harry’s mouth is just purely pornographic. What the hell.

“None of that, babe. Be good, yeah?” he tells him while bringing his fingers on top of the base of the plug, pushing it in and out of Harry’s hole to tease him. He decides it’s enough and pulls off the plug entirely. The plug is so wet from the amount of lube that Harry used that it is dripping when he takes it out of him. 

Harry whines at that, not loving how empty he feels. Louis softly laughs, “Such a slut, Harry. You always wanna be full, don’t you?” he teases. “You’re so wet, fuck. I could just fuck right into you. You’d—” Harry cuts him by bucking his hips and loudly moaning. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you? My little cockslut, you’d take me just like that, yeah? No more prep, you’re just my little cockslut begging for my dick,” 

“Daddy, fuck— yes, please, anything. I’ll do anything. I’m your little cockslut. Need your dick, please, please.” Harry literally screams. And Louis’ cock gives a hard fucking twitch at that. Here goes the D-word. He’s so fucking hard. 

“That’s right, darling. I know,” he coos, petting Harry’s ass. With that, Louis bends down and gives Harry’s awaiting hole a tentative lick. Just a swipe of his tongue. Harry shudders. 

“Yeah? Want my mouth on you, baby? Want me to open you up nicely with my tongue? Get you all wet and messy?” he literally purrs directly at Harry’s hole. 

“Oh God. Daddy. Yes, please. Want you to get me wet with your tongue. Wanna be so messy for you. Please. I need it so—” a choking sob escapes his mouth when Louis dives in with his tongue, fully flat against Harry’s arsehole and starts eating him out. He’s eating him like he’s a starving man and that it’s his last fucking meal. All tongue and spit. It gets messy really fucking quick. There’s spit gathering on his chin and some is dripping down Harry’s taint. He brings his pointer finger in the mix and slowly inserts it inside Harry, making the boy moan at that. The squelching sound it creates is fucking filthy, but they can’t get enough. Louis gives all he’s got when suddenly Harry’s crying out loud “Fuck, fuck, Daddy. Gonna come if you keep going. Fuck. Oh God—” 

And Louis’s planning on making Harry comes a lot tonight, so he’ll let him come to ease the tension off a bit. 

“It’s ok, darling. Y’can come for me. Make a mess in your panties. Want you to ruin them, baby” and he dives right back in. Doubling his efforts to make Harry come. He deserves the best rimjob in the world and Louis is so gonna give it to him. 

At Louis’ word, Harry comes. He comes so fucking hard that his legs give up. He falls on the bed, laying like a starfish and his body is convulsing with the force of his orgasm. Louis watches him and he’s in fucking awe. His boy is just so perfect. Louis brings his hand to his poor hard cock and jerks himself a bit. It helps to ease the tension, but he needs his boy’s mouth on him right the fuck now. He’s about to tell Harry about it but the boy beats it to him. Harry manage to get himself on his back even though he’s still shaking a bit. 

“Wanna suck you off, please, Daddy. Need it. Wanna choke on it. I can take it. I’m a good boy, please,” Harry literally sobs. 

And who’s Louis to deny him anything when he’s like this? 

“Of course, yeah. Fuck, baby. Come here. Get that pretty mouth of yours on my cock. Need you so bad,” Louis nearly whines. He’s only human so he gets weak sometimes, ok? Only for Harry, though. 

He kneels to Harry, bracketing his shoulders and gets his cock inches away from Harry’s mouth. He’s a sight to see. Holly hell. His eyes are half closed, bliss written all over them. Dark red plumped lips that beg to be fucked or kissed. Whatever. His curls mapping his forehead with a mix of sweat. He looks almost angelic. Almost, because what they’re about to do is anything but holly. 

Harry gets his tongue out, waiting for Louis to destroy is throat. He looks so submissive, so perfectlike this. Louis takes a hold of his now, purple cock and slides it against Harry’s tongue and says “So hot, baby. If it gets too much just pinch my thigh, yeah?” 

“Yes, Daddy. Okay.” Harry simply responds, wriggling is tongue up and down, getting impatient. 

Louis slides in and fuck. It’s fucking everything. Getting Harry’s mouth on him will never get old. He’s so good at it, that’s the thing. He always knows how to use his tongue while sucking Louis off. He puts a bit of pressure underside Louis’ cock with his tongue, hides his teeth and suck just hard enough. Fuck. He’s so good. 

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Louis moans. He’s getting restless though, so he brings both of his hands in Harry’s curls and starts to fuck his throat. Thank God Harry’s got almost no gag reflex. He thrusts his hips in and out of his mouth so hard that his balls are slapping against Harry’s chin and if you listen closely, you can hear a faint slapping sound. It’s fucking obscene. Christ. 

And Harry just takes it. He makes the most delicious choking sound. Spit is dripping out of the sides of his mouth, making the sensation so fucking good to Louis. “Such a good cocksucker, princess. Suck me so. fucking. good.” He says putting intent on the last few words with a hard thrust of his hips between each muffled words.

Before Louis spills in Harry’s mouth, he pulls off. 

“Noo, Daddy—” Harry whines. 

“Shhh, darling. You’re alright. Did so good. Gonna fuck you now, yeah?” Louis shushes him. 

“Yes, yes, yes. Please. Want you to fuck me so bad, Daddy. God.” he moans. 

“Yeah, I’m gonna get the lube. Gimme a sec, baby.” he tells him. 

With lube in one hand, he squirts some in his other one and coats his dick. He hisses a bit at the sudden coldness on his sensitive hard cock. “Hands and knees, darling,” Louis orders Harry. 

Harry gets in place and offers himself to Louis. Beautiful. His back is arching sinfully. The perfect angle to fuck him up, Louis thinks. 

Louis brings his cock to Harry’s arsehole and slides his tip against Harry’s hole and taint and broken moans slip out off his mouth. He cannot wait to be inside him. 

He finally pushes in inch by inch, slowly, to let Harry adjusts and they both let out moans at that. Louis’ cock finally being inside Harry’s heat and Harry finally being full. He starts ramming in and out of Harry. Balls slapping against his ass. He’s gripping Harry’s hips so hard, it’ll leave bruises. At one good thrust, his cock finds Harry’s prostate and Harry mewls. 

“Daddy, right there. Fuck, that’s it. Right there. Don’t stop, never stop, please. Feels so good,” he sobs. 

At that, Louis’ head falls back. He’s a sucker for Harry’s dirty talk during sex. He’s not shy to let Louis know how he’s making him feel and Louis thrives for it. When Louis’s bringing his head up, he spots their body length mirror, resting against the wall near the bed and— Oh. 

He manhandles Harry once again and turn them both towards the mirror, never slipping out off Harry. He’s a pro, mind him. 

“Look at yourself, darling. Look at how pretty you look like when Daddy’s fucking you,” he growls in Harry’s ear. Ramming his cock harder and harder in Harry’s tight ass. 

“Oh. My. God. Fuck— We’re so hot, Daddy. Shit,” Harry moans, eyes and head rolling back on Louis’ shoulder. He brings one hand in Louis’ hair, the other one interlocking with Louis’, where it possessively grips around Harry’s waist. 

“I said to fucking look at yourself, princess. Be a good little boy and do as Daddy says,” he groans in Harry’s ear, nibbling at his lobe. Harry quickly obliges and his gaze found Louis’ in the mirror. They admire how they look. Harry’s chest prickling with sweat, his curls going in every direction. Louis’ hair isn’t much better. He’s sweating so much, giving his best to his boy. He’s so close. But he cannot come, yet. Not before Harry does. And it’s like Harry’s reading his mind, once fucking again. 

“’M so close, Daddy. Feels so good. Right there, God.” he almost screams.

“Yeah? Gonna come again for me, baby girl? Gonna come all over your panties once again? Such a cockslut, darling. Can’t never get enough, mmh?” he teases, sucking on Harry’s neck. He detaches the hand that’s interlocks with Harry’s and brings it to one of his nipple and tugs it. Hard. Harry’s back arch and he loudly moans. 

“Again. Harder. Harder. Please, Daddy. Oh my God. Please, need it.” he begs. Louis just does that, teasing both of his nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. Harry gets goosebumps. Louis himself is being on the near fucking edge so he needs to make Harry come. Like, right the fuck now. 

He brings his unoccupied hand to Harry’s throat and chokes him, not too hard. 

“Come on, darling. Come for me. Be my good little girl and come all over yourself. Daddy’s gonna give you his come, then.” he grits in his ear, licking a stripe from his neck to his ear. 

And Harry’s gone. He comes for the second time that night, back arching off Louis and goes pliant. He’s shaking once again. Harry’s got such a vice grip around Louis’ cock that Louis’s gone too. He buries himself so deep inside Harry that he can see it bulge inside his belly. The sight makes him come harder than he has in a long time. He hugs Harry so tight from behind that he’s scared he’ll suffocate him to death. 

After a while, when they’ve both catch their breath, Louis slowly pulls out of Harry. They hiss at that. They lay side to side on the bed. Their bodies not allowing them much at the moment. It’s silent for a moment and then he hears sniffles. His head snaps to look at Harry and he sees him crying a little. Panic runs through Louis. Did he went too far, did he hurt him? Oh God. 

“Baby? Baby? Are you ok? Why are you crying, darling? Talk to me, please” Louis begs, voice shaky. 

“Your — your come, Lou. It’s— It’s leaking out,” he cries. “Wanna be filled, Daddy. Please, make it stays—” he sniffles, curling himself in Louis’ arm. And thank God, Louis lets out a breath. He wants to laugh a little, ‘cause there’s only Harry to be crying because Louis’ come his leaking out off his ass. He’s in love with a dork. But Harry’s not fully there right now. He’s still a little bit under. Their scenes can get intense and he drops more often than not. Louis does know how to handle him in times like this, so he won’t make fun of him. Not right now, anyway. 

“Oh baby, you’re alright, darling. Daddy’s got you. Do you want your plug back in, love? It’ll keep you full of Daddy, yeah?” he reassuringly asks him. Hands cupping his cheeks and thumbs doing little soothing motions. 

“Yes, please. Thank you, Daddy,” Harry, whispers, nearly asleep. 

Louis take the plug back in his hand and slowly lifts Harry’s leg up. “’S gonna be a bit sensitive, love.” he says as he gently push the plug inside Harry.

“There you go, lovely. Are y—” he cuts himself off at the sight of Harry fast asleep besides him. Louis chuckles too himself. Harry’s just too cute for his own good. A couple of minutes ago he was crying because Louis’ come was leaking out of him and right now he’s almost sucking his thumb, sleeping, looking like a cute baby. 

“Sleep well, baby boy” Louis kisses his temple and cuddles closer to Harry, being his human blanket. Cleaning up can fuck off right now, he needs to cuddle his boy. 

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•

Louis slowly wakes up the next morning with a warm feeling on his crotch area. He’s almost thinking that’s he’s maybe wetting himself but the feeling of a tongue swiping the underside of his now, fully erected cock makes him think otherwise. Jesus. Harry’s giving him a morning blowie. He should re-marry him right the fuck now. 

“Jesus. ‘Morning to you too, babe. Fuck— yeah. So good,” he says with a raspy voice, still full of sleep. 

Harry just hums in response. Mouth full of Louis’ cock. He deepthroats him in one go, his nose touching Louis’ pubes. He contracts his throat, squishing Louis’ tip. Louis almost chokes on his own spit at how good it feels to have his cock buried deep down Harry’s throat. 

“Feels so perfect, love. Doing such a great job. Gonna come soon, fuck.” he prettily moans, a hand going to Harry’s hair, giving a little tug. 

Harry doubles his efforts at that. One of his hand goes to Louis’ balls and he starts massaging them. The mix of Harry’s constricting throat around his cock and his balls being played with, gives him no time to warn Harry before he spurts his load of come deep down his open throat. Back arching, and eyes rolling back.

Harry moans at that. 

When he looks down again at Harry, he sees him humping the bed. And, no. 

“Yeah, no. I don’t think you’re gonna come all over the bed, babe. If you wanna hump something, you’re gonna hump my fucking thigh like the little slut you are, and you’re gonna come ‘cause of me. Understood, kitten?” Louis grits through his teeth. Harry literally purrs and bring himself on top of Louis, straddling him. He starts to buck his hips, his leaking cock settled between Louis’ crotch and thigh. Harry’s pre-come making the slides easier. 

“Fuck, Lou. Sucking you got me so hard. ‘M so hard, wanna come, please. I’ll be a good boy. I’ll do anything. Just wanna come, Jesus fuck, please.” Harry breathlessly moans into Louis’ neck. His thrusts frantic. 

“That’s it, baby. Use me to get off. You’re such a good boy. Gonna make a mess all over my thigh and tummy, baby? Gonna make us all filthy? Gonna mark me up? Mark me as yours?” he filthy moans at Harry, bringing both of his hands on Harry’s ass, pushing him down harder on him, creating more friction. He slides a finger between his cheeks and feels the plug that Harry kept all night and this morning, too. Fuck. His spent cock gives a slight twitch at that. 

He toys with the plug a little, “Come on, darling. You’re so close. Come for me, pretty baby. You’re gonna feel so good. Wanna feel your hot cum all over me. Fuck. Makes me hard again just thinkin’ abou’ it.” he moans. 

That must do it because Harry shudders and come with one last obscene moan all over Louis’ tummy. He comes so much that some of it goes on the bedsheets too. 

“Fuck. I’m so fucking sore. My body aches all over.” He giggles in Louis’ neck. 

Louis barks a laugh too at that. ”Of course you’re sore dummy, you came three fucking times in the last twelve hours. Plus, you rode me, like, twice. If humping my leg counts,” he cheekily winks at him. 

“Oh God. Louuuu. Stop it. You loved it. And it’s not my fault you’re so fucking fit. I can’t resist you, literally.” he smiles at him. Dimples making an appearance. 

“My, my, why, thank you. So many compliments this morning” he giggles. Harry makes a disapproving noise at Louis’s cheekiness. 

Louis laughs. ”Of course I loved it,” he presses a kiss to his cheek. “I love everything about you, mylove.” 

“Mmh. Better. Love you too,” Harry kisses him. Not minding their morning breath after twelve years and the fact that he just got Louis’ cock and come in his mouth. They’re way past that and it’s kinda hot. So. 

They cuddle in a comfortable silence when suddenly Harry gets in a fit of uncontrollable laughter and giggles. 

“What’s up?” Louis asks, laughing a bit too, simply because his boy is laughing. He’s a sap. He knows,thank you. 

“Oh my god,” Harry’s still laughing. “I forgot maybe one of the hottest part of my gift yesterday,” he keeps giggling a bit. 

“I don’t think that’s even possible, ‘cause everything was really fucking hot“ he laughs “but what would that be?” Louis curiously asks. 

“I was planning on tying myself up to the headboard with some fuzzy cuffs I got with my Santa kit,” and he gets into another fit of giggles. “I was so concerned on not creaming my pants before you even got in the room that I completely forgot about them.” he finishes with a last giggle. 

Now it’s Louis’ turn to start giggling. “Jesus. I can’t believe you sometimes. What am I gonna do with you?” he jokes. 

“Maybe you should punish me, Daddy. I forgot your present. I’ve been a naughty boy.” he seductively says in Louis’s ear, nibbling at his lobe. 

“Fucking hell. You’re insufferable. Come here, naughty boy.” he tells him, bringing him down for a messy kiss. 

And if they spent the rest of their day — and the rest of their holidays, to be honest — fucking, well it’s really nobody’s business but their own.