— this easy thing of sacrifice
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“Can’t sweet talk me and expect no consequences,” Louis pants, undoing another button. “Christ, do you always wear lingerie under your clothes?”
Harry hums, blissed out as Louis works on him.
“Won’t be able to look at you without thinking of what you’ve got on under,” Louis groans.
“Now you know how I feel,” Harry breathes, curling his legs around Louis’ waist so he can’t leave. “When you’re with Anais, it sets me off. I don’t even know why but god, you’re so good with her.”
“She’s a good baby,” Louis remarks, sliding Harry’s blouse down his arms.
Clad in only his short skirt and bra, Louis drinks in the sight of Harry eagerly. Down from his shaped legs, to the curve of his waist and all the ink that adorns him. More specifically the ferns that Louis wants to tongue.
“You’re a sight,” he awes, “no one would be able to tell that you’ve carried a baby.”
“You like the fact that I’m a milf, don’t you? I bet it turns you on that I’m older.”
Louis nods, swallowing thickly before he points out, “Not by much.”
“Doesn’t matter, that still makes you my boy toy,” Harry giggles, swinging his legs off the counter.
