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Louis shrugs. “‘t’s what I got you for, to take care of me. Take my pants off. Don’t care about the
lube.”
Harry drops a lube covered hand onto the mattress on the side of Louis’ head and drapes himself
over Louis’ body, sliding their mouths together, dragging his lube-free hand across Louis’ chest.
He loves how Louis feels under his hands, warm and hot to touch. He pulls away. “Will always
take care of you.”
Louis nods, his expression too soft when he says, “Then get your fingers in me before I find
someone else who will.”
Harry knows he shouldn’t always give in so easily. Louis bosses him around about 96% of the
time, and usually, he’s pretty bratty about it. But Harry knows that he, himself, is really in charge,
and ultimately, Louis would do whatever Harry asked of him if it really came down to it. Add the
fact that Louis would only ever let Harry take charge - no one else - and it’s enough for him to
nearly lose his mind whenever he thinks about it. “‘kay, baby, I’ll give you my fingers.”
He starts off slowly, slipping one finger in first, twisting it the way he’s learned Louis likes it over
the past three years. He slides in a second finger the exact moment Louis starts silently squirming
for another, and by the time he’s three fingers deep, stretching him wide and brushing against his
prostate, Louis is mouthing at Harry’s shoulder sloppily, borderline incoherent.
“Can you get on your hands and knees for me, baby?”
Louis’ too far gone to play along like he doesn’t want to do that. He complies instantly, pushing
himself up off the mattress and unabashedly gets on his knees, arse in the air, face in the crook of
his own elbow. Harry isn’t touching him yet, but he’s already rocking back and forth.
Harry grips Louis’ arse cheeks, squeezing roughly, spreading them apart. “Can’t believe how hot
you are… Can’t believe I get to see you like this. Do you have any idea how obscene you look?
Fuck…” He has to clench his jaw as he begins to push in, relishing in how good Louis feels.
“Always take me so well, baby, always look so fucking good.”
Louis moans as he pushes back, and Harry loves when he gets like this, unable to respond, can only
think about coming. “S’ good,” he manages to whimper out.
Harry grabs Louis by the hips and pulls him back onto his cock, watching it slide in and out of
Louis, and he hates that he can already feel that familiar heat coiling in the pit of his stomach. He
pounds into Louis relentlessly, wanting Louis to get there first, and he leans down to kiss up and
down Louis’ spine. “Love fucking you, Lou.” Louis lets out a pained moan, reaching down
between his legs to wrap his fist around his own cock. “And I fucking love you. You know that,
right?” Louis starts shaking and Harry can feel Louis’ orgasm hit before he can see it. He clenches
down around Harry so tightly that he can barely keep up his thrusts. And with that, he comes too.
He collapses next to Louis and places his hands on Louis’ chest, feeling how quickly his heart is
beating.
Louis is still trembling, shaking so badly his teeth are chattering, when he takes Harry’s hands in
his own and whispers, “Please don't ever leave me.” He always gets a little clingy after sex, but his
plea is beyond that. His voice is so raw that it makes Harry choke.
“No. Never,” Harry murmurs, twisting Louis’ body so they’re pressed up against each other with