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Harry’s lips c<strong>on</strong>tinue, all the way down Louis’ neck, his t<strong>on</strong>gue sliding out every so often <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
Louis almost drops the brush, limbs going weak but Harry <strong>hold</strong>s his arm, breathes out a soft,<br />
“D<strong>on</strong>’t stop.”<br />
His teeth are scraping the sensitive skin, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> the painting is being thrown deeper into the back of<br />
Louis’ mind as he becomes a pris<strong>on</strong>er of his own body, trapped <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> completely allowing every<br />
graze of Harry’s fingertips to have his full c<strong>on</strong>centrati<strong>on</strong>. It’s <strong>on</strong>ly more obvious when Louis<br />
shakes his head, letting the brush fall to the floor with a quiet pang.<br />
“I know you’re trying to help, but I can’t focus, I need you to-“ The sentence is abruptly stopped<br />
when Louis decides to just do instead of say. So, he drags Harry from behind him, pulling him to<br />
straddle his own hips in <strong>on</strong>e swift movement, locking their lips together in the next.<br />
Harry’s hips immediately begin to grind down <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis’ throat releases a deep growl in<br />
resp<strong>on</strong>se. And fuck, the painting, he doesn’t care about it right this sec<strong>on</strong>d. He cares about the way<br />
his h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s fall perfectly <strong>on</strong> Harry’s hips, feeling the muscles move as he pushes down <strong>on</strong>to Louis’<br />
cock. He cares about the sloppy kissing, the smack of their moistened lips, the <str<strong>on</strong>g>burn</str<strong>on</strong>g>ing skin. Harry<br />
rocks so expertly, Louis can <strong>on</strong>ly imagine the feeling of him actually riding while Louis is<br />
submerged deep inside of him.<br />
“I feel you pressing into my jeans, Louis, you can have it if you want it.” Harry says, reminding<br />
Louis that he’s all so willing, the plea in his eyes making the ‘no’ <strong>on</strong> Louis’ t<strong>on</strong>gue cement in<br />
place.<br />
“Harry-“<br />
“At least let me suck you off, please.” Harry rushes out before Louis can c<strong>on</strong>tinue.<br />
When Louis doesn’t reply, Harry sinks down to his knees, pressing kisses to the outer part of<br />
Louis’ thigh over his jeans, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis can’t fight it anymore. He gives Harry a curt nod, sliding<br />
his body closer to the edge of the chair.<br />
Harry’s fingers go to work, quickly undoing the zip <strong>on</strong> Louis’ jeans <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> dragging them roughly<br />
down his legs. His eyes widen, mouth seeming to water when Louis’ fully hard cock is exposed,<br />
the sight making Louis almost come <strong>on</strong> the spot. Harry is just so excited.<br />
He licks a bold stripe up Louis’ length, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> the feeling is so overwhelming that Louis’ fingers dig<br />
into the side of the chair, white-knuckling to <strong>hold</strong> himself back. Once Harry looks up at him,<br />
peering through a forest of thick black lashes, Louis loses the <strong>hold</strong> <strong>on</strong> his words, “Oh fuck, Harry,<br />
you’re so fucking beautiful.”<br />
He smiles at that, wrapping his rose-pink lips around Louis’ head without breaking eye c<strong>on</strong>tact,<br />
lashes fluttering as his t<strong>on</strong>gue swirls around the tip.<br />
Louis’ moan is the opposite of deep <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> raspy, its high <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> comes out more of a whimper. He has<br />
to look away in order to last l<strong>on</strong>ger than a few fucking sec<strong>on</strong>ds because Harry watching him while<br />
sucking his cock is too much at <strong>on</strong>ce <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis could possibly explode. Harry’s t<strong>on</strong>gue is<br />
working w<strong>on</strong>ders at the base, lips sucti<strong>on</strong>ed around <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis’ muscles are coiled tight, breathing<br />
in pants <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> clenching his teeth.<br />
“You’re so amazing, princess.”<br />
Harry’s own groan vibrates all the way through Louis’ cock <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> up his hips, making his knees<br />
shake despite the lack of pressure. The nickname always drives Harry wild, so it’s not surprising<br />
when he hallows out his cheeks to suck even harder, pulling every sense <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> ounce of heat from