No Denouements

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hazzaxstylez:

Harry wasn’t 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. “Baby…” Harry nudged his nose just under Louis’ jaw, and then placed a trail of kisses across the line of it. “Louis…” He wondered if moaning Louis’ 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.

That was the best and worst sound he’d ever heard and he groaned, turning his face into Harry’s shoulder and pulling him down closer. “Harry,” he begged, tilting his hips upward, chasing every inch. “Please.” He was close, so close, and Harry was the best and only person ever allowed to take him to that point. And he knew that since it had been so long since they’d had sex, Harry had to be close, too. 

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hazzaxstylez:

It was very like Louis to answer him with an action instead of actual words. It worked though. He buried his face in Louis’ neck as he continued to thrust, and try his best to stay silent. Waking up the baby in the middle of amazing sex was a major buzzkill. Harry pulled back and placed kisses all over his boyfriend’s face, and then down his neck, and chest. He loved giving his boy attention like this, because even if Louis didn’t say it, Harry knew he loved it.

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 couldn’t 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 man’s lower back.

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hazzaxstylez:

“Holding out? Is it always a surprise?” Harry laughed, and then clamped his teeth around Louis’ bottom lip with a playful growl. As if Louis didn’t see his cock every single day. Harry wasn’t exactly shy with his body. If he could get away with not wearing clothes all the time, he would definitely try. “Feel good baby?” He knew Louis wasn’t a huge fan of speaking about his feelings, even in bed, but he still liked hearing it. He started moving his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of the smaller with a series of quiet moans.

Yes, actually, it was always a surprise. He could only smile at the comment though, nosing at Harry’s jaw as they slid together in a perfect fit. He was adjusting now, the muscles in his lower back loosening up. To answer Harry’s question he hooked a leg over Harry’s back, urging him in deeper, the thrill traveling all the way up until a blush spread across his chest. Yes, it felt very, very good. And Harry didn’t need to get a big head about it, either.

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hazzaxstylez:

“All of you is “the goods”.” Harry reminded his boyfriend as he ran his hands up Louis’ thighs, and smiled. “Your ass is amazing, but those eyes…” He smirked, and then leaned over to gab a condom. God, he fucking hated condoms. He didn’t want the barrier, and they felt…gross. But, he really wanted to fuck Louis right now, and no, they didn’t need another baby at this moment. Harry rolled the condom down onto his cock before slicking it up, and then slowly slid into the smaller with a deep and raspy groan. “Fuck…” he forgot how good this felt.

The stretch was his favorite part. It took his breath away and had him clinging to Harry with white knuckles for a second, and then it felt so so good. He exhaled, planting a kiss on Harry’s cheek and then his jaw, and then his mouth. “You’ve been holding out on me,” he whispered with a laugh, nudging his hips down ever so slightly. It always surprised him how big Harry was, but never in a bad way. The gift that kept on giving. 

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hazzaxstylez:

“Babyyy…” Harry whined, and grabbed the lube while falling onto the bed himself. “I wanna be able to see you!” Harry usually wasn’t so picky about sex when they didn’t have as many opportunities to even have it, but. Anyway, this was at least a good position to slowly open his boyfriend up. It wasn’t very often they switched positions, but Louis had an amazing ass, and Harry didn’t mind using it. “Can you flip over onto your back? Or are you too tired?” Ah, domestic life.

He sighed dramatically, as if rolling into his back was the worst inconvenience he’d ever had to suffer, but he obliged with a smile and inched his butt down the bed to be closer to Harry. “Jus’ thought you’d wanna see the goods,” he teased. His ass was his best feature and he was well aware. “Get a condom,” he reminded. They didn’t need any more babies, and if they ever did, Harry was for sure the one to have them.

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hazzaxstylez:

A big grin danced across Harry’s face when Louis dropped the blanket, and said Henrie would sleep better in his own bed. They got Henrie put back down to sleep, and then he stretched as he trudged back into their own bedroom. He only had a small pair of underwear on, and those were practically falling down at this point. “Tired?” Harry asked as he turned around and looked at his boyfriend standing in the doorway like the perfect angel he was.

They had the best baby ever, who always knew when to nod off and let his parents get a little weird. Plus Harry was just so damn adorable when he’d just woken up. It seemed like he was extra soft, extra sculpted, at the same time. “Exhausted. Let’s fuck.” He threw himself onto the bed in a heap, mostly out of tiredness, but also eagerness. “What d’ya say, spooning? Ass up?” he said, hiking his knees up and pressing his head into the pillow. Conveniently, these were also positions that allowed him to lay down and then easily transition into sleep mode once they were done, and that was no coincidence.

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hazzaxstylez:

“I meant later of course.” Harry smiled, and leaned his head against Louis’ while he watched Henrie fall back asleep. He really was the best baby. “Should we put him back in his crib, and get back in bed ourselves?” Harry suggested before pressing a kiss to Louis’ temple, lingering there, and then pressing another kiss there. “Kinda wanna kiss you all over.”

He was super tired and he knew Harry had to be as well, but like, were they ever too tired to fool around? That’s a negative, Ghost Rider. “I think Henrie would sleep better in his crib,” he said with a shit-eating grin, biting Harry’s shoulder just cause when Harry got too soppy, Lou liked to balance it out. “Kinda miss when we could sleep ‘til two on a Saturday. Worth it, though,” he said, throwing the blanket off. It really was worth the missed sleep. ‘It’ being Henrie of course, but also the fact that they frequently chose to forgo an extra hour of sleep to revisit the act that produced Henrie in the first place.

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hazzaxstylez:

“Is that so? Seemed pretty easy when all you did was stare at them before I got knocked up.” Harry teased while he smiled down at Henrie. “I’ll call her baby, don’t worry. Just be prepared to have her over for dinner because she’ll definitely want to stay if I mention that Henrie might be sick. Here.” Harry grabbed the baby from Louis, and tucked him under the blanket with him. “I may run out to the store to get something nice to make for dinner.”

“Baby, how d’you think you got knocked up?” he teased, and kissed Harry because he could. He was sad when Harry stole the baby (that was a thing they did to each other – swoop in and steal Henrie. Except never when he had a poopy diaper) but he just pulled the blanket over himself as well and curled up to Harry’s side. “Go in a little while, s’too early,” he said. Who went grocery shopping at 5 a.m. on a Saturday? Not his boyfriend. 

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“She worries twice as much as me. She would probably freak out, and drive over here.” Harry smirked, and lifted his hand to stroke his fingers over Henrie’s baby soft crown. He was so perfect, with his little dimples, and deep blue eyes. He was the best of both of them, and he was constantly terrified that they’d lose him. It was a stupid way to be, but having something so special, just meant there was something to lose. He couldn’t even imaging what he’d be like when Henrie was older, and making his own decisions that Harry couldn’t control, or supervise. “His little dimples make my heart melt.” Harry sighed, and pulled his blanket tighter around him.

Sitting and admiring their baby was one of his favorite pastimes. He skimmed a thumb over Henrie’s sweet cheeks as he sucked away at his bottle. “Now you know how hard it is for me to look at your dimples,” he teased, turning his head to kiss Harry’s cheek, right over the dimple in question. “But call Anne, okay? Just to double check.” He really thought Henrie would be fine, but he wanted a professional’s opinion.

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Harry was a worrier, they both knew this. He couldn’t help himself. He liked to act like he was calm and collected all of the time, mister cool guy, especially when he was first dating Louis, but now that they were living together, and had a baby, Harry was ten times worse at worrying about his boys. He was always afraid that something was going to go wrong, especially after the kind of pregnancy he’d had. He managed to sleep for literally a few minutes before he was rolling out of the bed and shuffling out of the bedroom to find his babies. “Hey.” He croaked, and wrapped the blanket that he decided to take with him since he was half naked. “Is he okay?”

He wasn’t remotely surprised when he heard Harry padding out into the living room. He didn’t blame him - how could you sleep when you weren’t sure your little boy was okay? But he was. Henrie was okay. “Yeah, gave him some meds. Hes happier now that he’s eating. I bet he’s just warm from being in the big bed. You could ring your mum once it’s a normal hour? See what she thinks?” Henrie had never done anything that made them think he was sick before, so this was the first time he realized that he lacked his mum’s expert mother/medical knowledge to tap.

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anotherfxinglovesong:

“You would be fine with that until you wanted sex. He can’t be an unaware baby forever.” Harry smirked, and turned his head with puckered lips as a signal for Louis to kiss him. It didn’t take long after that for them to all fall asleep, but of course Henrie wanted to wake up at the crack of dawn instead of sleeping in a bit. “Henrie…” Harry whined as he sat up with their sweet baby, and tried to calm him down. “Lou.” Harry felt of the infant’s forehead, and then hissed his boyfriend’s name again. “Lou. Does he feel hot to you?”

He blinked awake very begrudgingly at the sound of his own name, but he knew it was his turn to take Henrie anyway. After scooping him from Harry, he checked his head. “Dunno, maybe. I’ll give ‘m some infant Paracetamol and a bottle. G’back to bed,” he gruffed, hiking the duvet back over Harry as he tumbled out of bed with the boy. He mixed the liquid Paracetamol in with some formula and fed Henrie while watching the dawn newscast, though he wasn’t really processing much of it. Henrie seemed okay, just a bit fussy, but he knew Harry wouldn’t sleep for much longer anyway if he was worried about their baby.

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anotherfxinglovesong:

“I think he missed us.” Harry joked as he ran his hand down their tiny son’s back. “He’s so tiny. I don’t want him to get bigger.” He bit his lip, and began to gently run his fingers through Henrie’s soft hair. “I know it’s not good to start the habit…but can we keep him in bed with us tonight?” Harry asked with a pout as if Louis could possibly say no.

Like Harry even needed to ask. Louis squeezed his boyfriend’s middle a little tighter, then gave Henrie’s tiny fist a kiss. “I’m tellin’ ya, we could get a one bedroom and a king sized bed and I’d be absolutely fine,” he laughed. He never would’ve pegged himself as the sort who welcomed the baby into the bed, but he actually loved falling asleep with the whole family there, and it was so easy to wake up and feed Henrie or change his diaper without having to go to another room. He just felt better when he could hear Henrie’s tiny breaths between his Papa’s heavy ones.

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anotherfxinglovesong:

Harry cupped the back of Louis’ head, and just held him close. He didn’t say anything in response to the smaller thanking him. He didn’t think he needed to. He wasn’t doing any of this as a favor, he was doing it because he loved him, and would do anything for him. Harry had originally planned to take this somewhere more adult oriented, but then Henrie started crying, and there went that idea. “I’ll go get him.” Harry rasped as he pulled away from louis to tug on some underwear, and go grab their sweet baby to bring into bed with them. “Look who I have.” Harry cooed as he walked back into the bedroom with a sleepy Henrie.

He felt instantly emptier when Harry left their little cocoon, but that was quickly mitigated when he returned with Louis’s favorite person in the world. Apparently all he needed was his pacifier and a cuddle to stop crying, and Louis curled up under Harry’s arm to hold both of them. His boys. “It’s bedtime now, Henrie,” he said, as if that line had ever worked on a newborn. He figured if Henrie could nod back off, they’d all hit the hay, but if he was going to be awake for awhile he’d take him and let Harry get some sleep. 

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anotherfxinglovesong:

Harry smirked, and nuzzled his nose against Louis’ cheek with a happy sigh. Marriage was something he wanted, but he didn’t have to have it right now. He loved that he knew he’d have Louis regardless, and they’d made such a perfect baby together. Everything was perfect aside from the whole money thing, and they were smart enough to figure something out. “Turn around.” Harry insisted while lifting his arm and leg, allowing Louis to turn around comfortably before he was anchoring him in again. He just wanted to face him, and to kiss him - to show him that he still loved him so much, and supported him through all of this. Harry just wanted Louis to be happy, and he knew it wasn’t at that job. “I love you.”

This was his best friend. Before the baby and the lease agreement and the joint Netflix account, Harry was just his best friend. He made everything infinitely better. Louis smiled into Harry’s neck and kissed him there, curling up into his chest and making their tangle of limbs even more knotted. “Love you,” he assured, taking in a big whiff of his boyfriend. He could probably go to sleep, now. Or even if he didn’t, he felt safe and calm. “Thanks.” He’d tried not to push Harry about all this because he knew his boyfriend had every right to be angry, but it still felt so good to have Harry be reassuring and sweet and validating when Louis was too proud to admit that was what he needed.

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Harry felt kind of bad for a moment, because even though he knew Louis was just being Louis, he didn’t mean to make him feel like insignificant, or like he was trying to steal the moment. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” Harry was glad the other wasn’t facing him right now, because his smile had definitely faded. But still. Knowing at least that Louis, in his own way, had said that he wanted to marry Harry someday, made him feel better. He pressed himself against the smaller again while pulling his hand away from Louis so he could trail it back down his chest, and stomach.

He didn’t mean to wound his sweet, sweet boy. He had such a gigantic heart and always wore it on his sleeve. He wriggled his hips, pushing into Harry’s touch, and turned his head to catch Harry’s cheek with his lips. This was who he got to spend his life with. The only shitty part of his life, the ONLY shitty part, was his job. And yeah now that that was gone it was going to be stressful, but he also just felt so lucky that he had so much more in his life than a minimum wage job. Hell, Harry and their baby WERE his life. Funny how that happened.

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Harry giggled a little, and slid his hand up Louis’ chest from behind. He was always quick with the jokes. “I dunno...I love you, we live together, we have a baby together. It feels like we’re doing everything backwards, and that’s the one thing we’re missing.” Harry realized now what he’d actually said, and he wasn’t sure if it was okay to say it or not. He knew Louis was weird about stuff like that, but Harry himself knew he didn’t want anyone else. He hoped Louis felt that way too by now. “Do you not wanna marry me?” He asked while rubbing the smaller’s chest.

It wasn’t very nice to be touching him like that, getting him worked up, and also trying to pry a very important answer out of him. This was one of those things where he could say the exact right thing in the exact wrong, Louis, way. But it couldn’t be one of those things. He stole Harry’s hand off his chest and brought it to his mouth, kissing the knuckles. “Baby, one day I will propose to you, and it’ll be great and we both know you’ll cry, and you’re not stealing that moment from me at 3 A.M. when I’m newly unemployed.” No matter how cute he was or how hard he was, Harry wasn’t stealing the one thing that Louis had power over concerning their little family’s future.

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anotherfxinglovesong:

“Mmm…somewhat.” Harry nuzzled his nose into the back of Louis’ neck, and then playfully bit at the skin there. They’d been through so much together in such a short period of time, and yet he felt like he’d been with Louis forever. He didn’t always make the best decisions, but who was perfect all the time? No matter what struggles they went through, they’d do it together. “I wanna marry you.” Harry mumbled, just thinking out loud, and not actually realizing what he was saying.

That was supposed to terrify him, right? Like, send him into full blown panic like when Harry said he was pregnant? Like, disappear for multiple weeks or something? Maybe he was delirious from sleep deprivation or something, but all Harry’s comment did was settle that ball of anxiety in his stomach. “What for? Promise you don’t want any joint bank account.” Too, too lucky.