Sometimes it was rough and quick, trying to expel as much energy as possible. Sometimes it was like a marathon, pacing it out in hills and valleys, not letting any one moment steal the thunder. And sometimes it was so sweet Louis thought it physically hurt. This man loved him way more than he deserved. He turned his face into the pillow to try and hide his stupid grin. Why couldnât they have done it doggy when Harry would never be able to see his embarrassing faces? Maybe he could distract Harry. He squeezed around his boyfriend, heels digging into the manâs lower back.
Harry wasnât even slightly surprised that Louis was trying to hide his faces. He almost seemed self conscious when Harry could see him like this. In a way, it made the taller sad, but he also thought it was kind of adorable. âBaby...â Harry nudged his nose just under Louisâ jaw, and then placed a trail of kisses across the line of it. âLouis...â He wondered if moaning Louisâ name in his ear had the same effect as Louis doing it to Harry always did. It was beyond arousing, and sent a chill up his spine every single time. He wanted to have the highest optimal effect on his boyfriend, especially when these moments were few and far between now.











