be a bit mischievous

Louis, 20, London. I love blueberries and I have the world's lovliest husband. x (and this is for an RP. just by the way)

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"You love it when I manhandle you," Liam insists, smirking knowingly down at Louis' red cheeks, flushed from more than just his jaunt up the stairs. He comes down over Louis not a second later, nuzzling into his neck. Louis catches his head and curls his fingers into Liam's hair, knowing well enough that without the encouragement Liam would pull away.

As it goes now, though, he sucks a cheeky bite into his husband's neck, right in the spot that makes him shake loose a little quicker than anything else. Louis doesn't try to mask his groan. The kids are gone; it's fine.

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Louis stops at the bottom stair and spins around, fingers loosening from out of his husband's collar. He kisses the man softly, savoring the sweet way Liam still sighs into it every time. They kiss again, and this time Louis lingers with his hands on Liam's shoulders, just breathing against his lips until he opens his eyes. 

"Race you."

And then Louis bolts, flying up the stairs, and Liam is laughing so loud the whole house echoes with it, his feet thundering as he sprints after Louis.

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"Just think, in a couple years they'll be going off to university." Liam looks ridiculous, sniffling in his clean-cut suit, pressing the monogrammed hanky Louis got him for their first anniversary to his nose and blowing into it indelicately.

"Stop being such a big sop, you big sop," Louis teases, wrapping a hand around Liam's bicep and squeezing. Just in case he didn't know Louis felt the exact same way. 

"That's redundant."

"You're redundant." Liam is grinning at him now, eyes still watery but somehow looking cheeky all the same. "Wanna fool around before I leave?"

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Don’t mind me I’m just walking along writing something that my brain woke me up with this morning no big deal

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Louis makes another noise. "Why do you have to make so much sense all the time?" he whines.

"It's in my nature," Liam breezes haughtily, but he's chuckling already by the time Louis huffs at him. "Love you, Lou."

"I love you." He curls closer to Liam, tucks his head underneath Liam's chin.

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Don’t mind me I’m just walking along writing something that my brain woke me up with this morning no big deal

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"It's not my first day, though, it's theirs." He curls his fingers loosely in Liam's sleep shirt, needing to seek out a little bit of his warmth now that Louis knows he's awake. "What if Hazel gets shy? You know how she gets nervous in front of new people. And Noah's probably gonna lose track of his lunch and he's not gonna have anything to eat and--"

And Louis had thought they'd gotten past the shutting-each-other-up-with-kisses part of their relationship, but apparently not, because Liam is kissing him soft and sweet, calm, a reminder that the end of the world isn't gonna come with their kids first day of school.  Maybe graduation but. That's a long time off, isn't it?

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Don’t mind me I’m just walking along writing something that my brain woke me up with this morning no big deal

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He turns around, scoots further into Liam’s embrace. “Just a little worried, is all.” Liam’s blinking at him in the darkness and he can almost feel him smirking. “How do you do this worrying thing all the time anyway? It’s exhausting.”

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Don't mind me I'm just walking along writing something that my brain woke me up with this morning no big deal

Okay, so maybe Louis is a little bit more experienced with the raising kids thing just purely from past experience with his sisters.  And maybe he acts like he's an old pro at all of it, because for the most part, he is.

But.  These are actually his kids. His and his husband's and they're not Daisy and Phoebe and Fizz and Lottie, they're parts of him.  So for all the shit that he talks about being really good at this sort of stuff, Liam should know that when things like this happen it's still gonna make him ever-so-slightly fucking terrified.

He can't sleep and it's stupid but it's because his kids are starting school tomorrow. It's a valid thing to lose sleep over.  Probably. Kinda. Not really.

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I can’t do anymore

STOP THE WORLD I WANT TO GET OFF 

also i’m sleepy and i can’t think of anything else aha

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Understandable ALSO maybe you should go to sleep then it’s not like it’s too early for that especially considering how late we were up last night sooo

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Maybe you should too bb you were up before i was this morning

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I can't do anymore

STOP THE WORLD I WANT TO GET OFF 

also i'm sleepy and i can't think of anything else aha

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Louis does his best to look pouty but in all honesty the fact that Liam manages to remember the duvet after a marathon fucking session is so completely endearing that he gives up.  He helps peel the cover off--throwing it all the way to the end of the bed is a good idea, considering the come on it and the fact that Liam is a literal furnace in his sleep.

Louis never liked sleeping alone.  But when he does it now, it actually feels wrong without Liam there beside him.  Thank god he doesn't have to.

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Louis giggles sleepily. "Not sure that would be much help--you know Zee would just sleep all the time."  He tangles fingers with the hand resting near his face.

Liam sighs. "Yeah. A boy can dream, though."  The smile on his face is soft and sweet and dreamy enough already to let Louis's eyelids droop.

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It turns out the slowing pace of Liam's talented tongue was only a ploy to distract Louis from Liam's sneaky right hand.

The finger is it.  No prostate need to be hit, not a touch to his own cock--Louis comes completely unraveled, groaning pitifully into the mattress, limbs limp.

"Oh my god."

Liam huffs out a laugh, and Louis doesn't even have the strength in himself to shush him. "Can.  I."  He tries to find his train of thought. "Better locks?" He hopes to God Liam agrees.

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Liam has done this before, Louis tries to remind himself.  This isn't the first time.  You're not going to completely lose all functionality because of this.  You're not gonna need a straightjacket.

Oh, but the way Liam is teasing him with the tip of his tongue certainly feels like the first time, and Louis's world is spinning around so quick and hot and dizzy that he's pretty sure some sort of restraint is going to be in order soon.

Like he's reading Louis's mind, Liam clasps hands around the backs of Louis's thighs to stop him from squirming. "Be good," he murmurs, low and deep, and it rumbles down Louis's spine and shoots straight to his dick so quick he's pretty sure he's going to come (again) within the next few seconds.

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Louis cries out in surprise, a rush of heat crashing over him in a sudden wave. "Oh, fucking fuck," he babbles, feeling his hips cant toward Liam of their own accord. He lets his forehead droop onto the sheets. "Jesus."

Liam stops for just a second--to make a witty remark no doubt, in the middle of sex, a bad habit he picked up from Louis himself--but the high, needy sound that rips out of Louis at that sends him back on his way.

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Louis knows he could, and he would without Louis having to ask twice.  But Louis wouldn't make him; he's not cruel.

He's not cruel, and there's also the fact that he's already rutting slow circles into the bed, dick half-hard at the ghosting feeling of Liam's teeth he can sense in every red mark and bruise.  

His whole body's going to ache tomorrow.  He can't wait.

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Louis jumps at the pinch. "Ow!" And then, "you wouldn't dare."

He should have known better than to challenge Liam to anything, because the next second has him tossing Louis over his shoulder like a ragdoll and marching back into the bedroom.

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Louis loves the way Liam can make him shake and tremble, the way he still knows how that touch will curl his toes or how this one will make him cry out even after a good five years of marriage.  He wonders how well he'll remember them in twenty, thirty years. But then again, he doesn't feel like he really has to wonder--he knows.  Liam will remember.

When they stumble out of the shower, giggling and unsteady on orgasm-weakened legs, Louis catches sight of the bruises on his neck, large and unnecessary in the reflection from the mirror, and he groans.

Liam at least has the decency to look sheepish. "Sorry, babe."

Louis prods at them in interest, and the soreness sends a tingle across his skin. "I don't mind, love.  I actually like 'em."