a snippet! a snippet! sorry, my dudes, but i have been flailing with my wips. it's honestly been sort of terrible and i can only hope that this is me turning a corner. here's the kiss i promised myself i'd write today (no pressure and low expectations!) from my fic for the @1dsilverfoxfest
Louis walks around the corner, watching as Harry slowly circles one of the round picnic tables, his chin tucked, the phone in his hand illuminating his face, screen light glowing blue in Harry’s salt and pepper hair, jaw casting a devastating shadow.
When Louis moves towards him, Harry looks up, locking his phone and sliding it into his pocket. His hands swing around front where he can fidget with his rings.
“You want to follow me to my place?” Louis offers, figuring it gives Harry a way out if he doesn’t want to stay.
Harry nods once, then his smile slips and a frown fixes itself on his face. He lifts his hand, pinching at his pout as he takes a step towards Louis and says, “I… I want to kiss you.”
“Oh!” Louis tries and fails to stifle a laugh with the back of his hand, so he reaches for Harry instead, touching the center of his bare chest with the pads of his fingers, then laying his palm flat against Harry's warm skin. He aims a soft smile at Harry, thankful that he’s a little shorter so he can look up at Harry through his eyelashes.
According to his mom, he started flirting at two days old, and he’s only gotten better over the last forty-five years. Harry's had about that long to earn a doctorate in dimples. He wields them and moves closer, pressing his chest against Louis’ hand as he lifts his left hand to cradle Louis’ jaw. Cool despite the heat they’ve borrowed from his body, the touch of Harry's rings sends a shiver down Louis’ spine, heart beating harder as he leans in.
Louis’s never been a fan of tequila, but the sweet, peppery liquor is hardly perceptible under the taste of lime on Harry's tongue and the swirling, spicy scent of his sweat, deodorant and cologne. Three in the morning is only marginally cooler than midday and after working all night, Louis is damp with sweat and beer and he smells like it. Thankfully, Harry doesn’t seem to mind. He cups the side of Louis’ neck, fingertips toying with the ends of Louis’ silver hair, tickling his neck and sending a thrill through him as he inches closer.
Grabbing hold of Harry's hips, Louis shifts his stance, stepping one foot between Harry's and sliding one hand around to splay across his lower back under the blousy hem of his half-buttoned shirt. Tilting his head, their noses bump, and Harry pulls back, wet lips parted, panting. Louis hardly has time to breathe before Harry guides him into another kiss, holding him so tightly that his forearm is pressed between Louis’ shoulder blades while his hand cups Louis’ neck.
Hunching over Louis, his other hand tight on his hip, Harry bends him backwards—dipping him as if they were dancing—and Louis gasps into Harry's mouth. Hungrily, Harry sucks kisses over Louis’ jaw, down his neck to the hollow of his throat, dragging plush lips over the rough two-day beard Louis hasn’t bothered to shave before setting Louis back on his feet.
Breathless and unsteady, Louis’ voice cracks as he repeats his earlier question, “You want to follow me to my place?”
Eyes half-lidded, Harry bites down on his smug smile, and nods, patting his pockets. He pulls out his keys, and says, “Lead the way.”
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