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To say Louis runs through the arena's catacombs would be an understatement. With both of them on tour, they have had not nearly enough time to themselves. Louis landed mere hours ago with barely enough time to get to the venue in time, let alone to greet Harry before his concert.
So this led him to sit through 70 minutes of agony in the friends and family area. Don't understand that wrong. Louis loves to watch Harry perform. He radiates so much joy and passion for music. His voice is literal heaven. However, all Louis could think about was how badly he wanted to touch his boy. And all the dancing on Harry's side didn't help either.
In fact, his mind is still fully preoccupied by those thoughts. It is so occupied that Louis almost misses the right turn. As he walks into a new hallway nobody stops him. Perfect. Currently it's only the break before the encore so they don't have much time. Louis wants to make every second count. Show Harry how much he missed him.
Harry. He's standing in front of a gray curtain, the light is shady. All sexy in his golden suit. Louis steps get even faster before he throws himself at the taller boy.
Their lips clash as Louis wraps both of his arms around Harry's neck. Harry's hands wander from Louis shoulder blades down the small of his back until they cup his ass. Harry gives them a squeeze before lifting Louis up, allowing him to wrap his legs around his waist. Louis lets out a small whine. There is no telling where the one ends and the other starts.
Harry moves a bit, walking towards a hidden and mostly dark corner. He presses Louis against a wall. However, he barely notices the cold brick against his back, too occupied with his husband.
The man in question bites down on Louis´ lip, a moan escaping their joined lips. Louis is playing with the hair at Harry's neck, slightly tugging at it. That always works, because he finds that the younger one makes a beautiful sound. Oh, how he missed him.
Harry´s mouth leaves his for a second, their eyes meeting.
“I've missed you so much” he breathes before continuing to slam their faces together.
Louis wraps himself even tighter around his boy, never wanting to let go. It's been too long since they last touched.
Harry leaves his mouth and trails kisses down his neck until he reaches the spot where Louis´shoulder and neck join. He lingers there, alternating between kissing, sucking and biting. Judging by the sounds that escape Louis´mouth he's doing everything right. Louis tilts his head a bit, giving him better access. When he is finished with his work, Harry leans his head away, admiring his work. Louis already looks absolutely wrecked and the skin on his neck is turning purple, marking him.
“Fuck”, Harry breathes.
He walks another few steps, Louis still tightly clinging onto him, until he reaches his dressing room. Louis hadn't noticed the door before. He was way too occupied with his husband.
Aforementioned gently lays him down onto a red push sofa. They disconnect for a second as Harry goes to close the door. Louis props himself up on his elbows and can only watch, already missing the warmth that the other body provided. His eyes are wide, lips pink.
The taller boy strides across the room again and finally reaches the couch. He swings one leg over Louis as he locates his knees next to his body, basically straddling him. The older one reaches up and pulls Harry's mouth back onto his as he joins his hands behind his neck.
Harry easily obliges, bending forward and placing his elbows on either side of Louis´torso. Louis´hands wander down Harry´s back until they slip under his suit jacket and he feels the hem of his trousers where Harry´s shirt is securely tucked in. Much to Louis´ dismay. He reaches up again and shrugs off Harry´s jacket.
“Too many clothes”, he breathes as he already makes quick work on Harry´s buttons. He opens them skillfully and reveals Harry´s chest and butterfly tattoo piece by piece.
“Love, I have to be on stage in a few minutes again.”
“The fans can wait”, Louis retorts. Harry lets out a laugh, catching tattooed hands with his own and holds them close to his naked chest.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. God, I´ve missed you so much” and with that Louis leans up, connecting their lips once more. Harry lets go of his hands, allowing Louis to roam his upper body again as he slips his fingers under Louis' shirt. As he pulls Louis´shirt over his head and throws it far away, the boy laughs. There´s a clattering sound, but neither of them care.
“Hey, that's unfair!”
Harry doesn't listen as he sucks another hickey onto Louis' neck. Then another one at his collar bone right above his tattoo. He leaves a trail of kisses and bites down Louis´torso. The older boy forgets how to breathe. To be fair, he always does when he's around Harry. That never changed.
When he reaches his belly button, there's a knock on the door. “Styles, you´re on again.”
Louis whines as Harry lets out a shaky laugh. He gives his boy one last kiss. It's sweeter this time and a promise. Then Harry gets up, adjusting his suit. He hastily closes the buttons of his shirt again. Louis is quick on his feet too and searches for his shirt. When he finds it, it is dripping wet. Harry must have hit the vase that is now laying around and leaking onto his clothes.
“Shit”, Louis murmurs as he picks it up. Harry laughs as he sees what happened and quickly finds a jumper of his own, throwing it at Louis. He scowls but puts it on nevertheless. The item of clothing looks way too big on him, but it smells like Harry. It smells like home.
Both rush out of the room. They must have forgotten to lock the door in their haze. Louis is glad the assistant knocked on the door and didn't just barge in.
The pair part ways again, not after one more kiss.
“See you later, sun.”
Louis rushes back to his seat again, not wanting to miss a second of the concert.
When he reaches the specially designated area there are sniggers. It must be obvious what the two of them had been up to. His hair is disheveled, his lips plump and pink. The jumper is a dead giveaway and to top it all off, the too big neckline reveals several hickeys that are already forming.
“I see, you two had fun.”
Louis dismisses the comment. When he looks onto the stage he can see that Harry barely looks any more composed. His already unruly hair is a mess. Lips too pink to be innocent. And, yes, his top buttons are misbuttoned. Louis prays that nobody else notices…