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“Harry,” Louis repeated, as if all other words had left his mind. Maybe they had. Harry hoped they had, hoped that he had made Louis forget everything other than him.
“Hi,” Harry said, grinning at Louis’ stunned expression.
“Hi, sweetheart.” Louis smiled, walking forward and crouching in front of Harry, reaching out to stroke his thumb across Harry’s cheek. “You look lovely.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I wasn’t expecting this today.”
“I wanted to surprise you. For your birthday.”
“Well, you certainly managed that.”
“Just to get it out the way now, because I know you’re going to ask. No, I’m not doing this just because it’s your birthday. I would have brought it up a couple of days ago if I hadn’t wanted to save it for tonight. I promise I want this. I want you.”
“That’s good to hear, love. I promise I want this too. I do have to check though, you’ve never done this before, have you?”
“No,” Harry said, looking around himself rather dejectedly. “What have I done wrong?”
“What?” Louis’ eyebrows drew together in an odd mix of confusion and concern. “Nothing at all, Harry. This is perfect. You are perfect. And I want you to have a good time tonight.”
“I’m ready, I know I am,” Harry rushed to say.
“I know, I believe you.” Louis leant forward to press a teasing kiss to Harry’s cheek before he rose from his crouch, holding out his hand to Harry. “As beautiful as you look on your knees, I want you up here.”
Harry complied immediately, taking Louis’ proffered hand in both of his as they were still tied together with the ribbon, bow sitting atop his wrists. Once he was standing, Louis let go, his hands coming to rest on Harry’s hips, guiding him backwards until they reached the bed.
“You really do look beautiful.” Louis’ finger traced along the top seam of his panties, teasingly tugging at it. Harry couldn’t decide if he was disappointed or not when Louis didn’t immediately take them off him. Harry wanted to savour the moment but he had never been known to be patient. It looked like Louis wasn’t going to give him a choice in the matter regardless.
Louis let his hands drop and took a step back.
“Before we start, I want to make sure you know your safewords-“
“Red for stop, yellow for reaching my limit, and green for go,” Harry spoke before Louis had managed to finish his sentence.
“Exactly. Very good.” Louis smiled briefly before he levelled Harry with a stern expression that he didn’t want to admit turned him on. “But don’t interrupt me. I want you to use your colours if you need to. Don’t wait for me to ask. I will. But as soon as your colour changes I want and need you to let me know. I won’t be mad, or disappointed in any way. I am trusting you to use your colours as you need to, in order to keep us both safe. Will you do that?”
“Yes, Louis. I promise. Now will you touch my dick? I’ve been fucking horny all day.”
A startled laugh burst from Louis who, once he had regained control of himself, stepped forward, taking Harry’s head into his hands and bringing their lips together. Harry lost track of time completely. How was he supposed to concentrate on anything else with Louis so close to him? Louis consumed every one of his senses and Harry didn’t want it any other way.
Louis didn’t break the connection as he let one hand drop from Harry’s head, slowly travelling down his chest, his thumb brushing over one nipple, causing Harry to shiver. The hand continued downwards, along Harry’s hipbone, tracing along the curve of his panties. Just as Harry thought he was going to get the touch he was so desperate for, Louis’ hand switched direction, moving to cup Harry’s arse cheek, kneading the flesh in a way that caused a high keen to escape Harry’s throat. Louis nipped at Harry’s lip in response, his other hand falling to Harry’s arse also, only briefly before he lifted Harry from the floor. Harry let out a rather ungainly squeak, wrapping his legs tightly around Louis’ hips as he was laid down on the bed, Louis settling over him.
He sat up, his eyes raking over Harry’s body. He was silent. Harry was one step away from trying to find a sheet to cover himself up with. But before he could, Louis’ mouth was back on his. “What did I do to get so lucky to have you, hmm?”
Harry flushed a deep red and ducked his head to the side, trying to hide his face in the pillow.
“I’m going to tell you that you are the most beautiful, amazing, kind-hearted person I have ever met every day until you don’t try and hide from it.”
Harry turned his gaze back to Louis, meeting his eyes and then he couldn’t look away.
Louis’ hand pushed under Harry’s panties where they rested against his hip, tugging to show he wanted them off. “Colour?”
“Green.”
Louis wasted no time pulling the panties down Harry’s legs but worked his way back up Harry’s legs at a pace that drove him mad. Harry reached down and tugged at Louis’ hair, trying to pull him up where he wanted him. It didn’t work quite as well as Harry had hoped.
Louis broke contact completely, sitting upright and tutting, a sound that shot straight to Harry’s core.
“That just won’t do, love. Good boys aren’t greedy. Good boys take what they are given and are grateful for it. Don’t you want to be a good boy?”
“Yes, Lou, wanna be good.”
“Then what are we not going to do?”
“Be greedy?”
“Exactly right, sweetheart.” Louis smiled. “Give me your hands.”
It wasn’t a question and Harry didn’t hesitate, holding his hands out to Louis.
“You’ve done most of the work for me here. Thank you.” Louis took the trail of ribbon and pulled Harry’s bound wrists upwards until they were above his head. “I’m going to tie your wrists to the headboard. Colour?”
“Green.”
“Are you sure? Don’t lie to try and please me. I’ll know.”
“I’m sure. Please tie my hands to the headboard, Sir.”
Harry lay still and Louis looped the ribbon around the slats in the headboard, assuring him he could undo the knot in a second if needed.
And then he returned to his thighs, drawing whimpers and whines and moans from Harry’s lips in a continuous stream. Harry’s thighs were marked up with bruises and bites by the time Louis pulled away, granting Harry a temporary reprieve. Only temporary because before Harry had time to think, his cock was in Louis’ mouth, his hips subconsciously jerking upwards, chasing the heat.
With anyone else he would have been embarrassed by how quickly he was brought to the edge. But Louis didn’t make him feel embarrassed. Louis was actually rather smug about the whole thing.
He pulled away just in time and Harry groaned with frustration, even if he was grateful to Louis for making the decision for him; he had very little self-control.
“Please, Lou.” Harry’s voice came in a breathless whisper. “Please fuck me.”
“Look at you, asking so nicely.”
Louis’ finger circled Harry’s head, collecting precum as it did, before trailing down to settle against Harry’s perineum, applying a slight pressure.
“I think you should return the favour first, don’t you?”
Harry was confused but before he could ask, Louis was kneeling up, crawling forward, settling with his knees at Harry’s shoulders. Harry had only ever given one blowjob and that was on bonfire night. He was nervous, even if there was no need to be, but he wanted this, he wanted to be able to share this with Louis. So, before he could talk himself out of it, he licked a stripe along the vein running the length of Louis’ cock, delighted when he saw Louis shiver. Encouraged, he returned with renewed vigour, kissing and licking, worshipping Louis’ cock, moaning deeply when it hit his tongue, the taste of Louis’ precum spurring him on.
Harry loved when Louis did things to him, made him fall apart, but he loved nothing more than when he had that effect on Louis. He felt proud. He felt worthy. Louis deserved everything he could give him.
When Louis pulled back to stop himself from cumming, Harry couldn’t help his grin.
“Alright,” Louis said, rolling his eyes, “no need to be so pleased with yourself.”
“Oh, I think there is.”
Louis didn’t respond, just shook his head with a fond smile, before reaching to the side cabinet for lube. At the rate they were going they weren’t going to reach the point they were there for.
Harry jumped when he felt the lube against his rim, colder than he imagined it would be.
“Sorry, love,” Louis apologised, but didn’t remove his fingers, instead starting to move them in a circle, lightly tracing the rim. “You ready?”
Harry nodded. “Yes.”
He tensed the moment he felt the finger pushing against his hole. Louis didn’t pull away but didn’t move either, gently hushing Harry, and murmuring sweet reassurances. One knuckle deep and Harry was taking deep breaths, doing his best to focus on the good feelings, not the stretch, or any slight discomfort. Any concentration, any focus, flew away from him the second the pleasure burst through his body.
“What the fuck was that?” He breathed, almost panting, hips pressing down to try and chase Louis’ finger, to try and chase that feeling.
“That, my love, was your prostate. Feel good?”
“Straight men are missing out.”
Louis laughed and before Harry knew it, they were up to two fingers, then three, and he was a mess beneath Louis, unable to do anything other than beg and plead. He didn’t think he had ever felt that good in his entire life. Was this what it was like for everyone? Or was Louis just magic?
Harry could feel Louis’ head pressed against his entrance, arousal and excitement coursing through him.
“What’s your colour?”
“Green. What about you?”
“Hmm?”
“What’s your colour?”
Louis’ eyes seemed to melt. “I’m green too, love. Thank you for asking.” Louis leaned down, pressing a kiss to Harry’s lips, before pulling away only slightly, their foreheads resting against each other as Louis pushed in.
It may have been the greatest experience of Harry’s life. It was certainly the best gift Louis had ever received.
Carefully, Louis untied Harry’s wrists, pressing a kiss to each one of his fingertips. Harry clutched onto him as soon as he moved an inch away.
“I’m not leaving you. I just need to get a flannel, alright?”
It took some convincing but Harry reluctantly nodded, easing his grip on Louis’ arm to allow him to move to the bathroom, returning with a wet flannel and a dry hand towel. Harry almost fell asleep as Louis took care of him, allowing himself to relax into the bed, to enjoy the moment. He answered Louis’ questions when he asked but luckily Louis seemed to understand he didn’t feel much like talking.
They eventually settled together, Harry’s head resting on Louis’ chest, the duvet drawn up over them.
Harry hadn’t felt that happy in a long time.
“I love you.”
Harry wasn’t sure where it came from. He hadn’t meant to say it. But he didn’t regret it. Not when Louis’ face lit up with a smile brighter than Harry had ever seen. Not when he realised how true it was.
Harry loved Louis.
He had never been in love before. Hadn’t realised that what he had been feeling was love. But looking up at Louis now there was no denying it. Harry loved him.
“I love you too.”
“Really?”
“Of course. I wanted to tell you awhile ago, but I thought it might scare you off.”
“No chance of that. You’re stuck with me.”
***
The car park was busy. That was only to be expected with nearly everyone leaving for the Christmas holidays but Harry still wasn’t enjoying the crowded space. There was too much hustle and bustle. Students rushing around. Parents yelling at their kids to get a move on. Luckily Anne and Jay had given them their space and were chatting together by one of their cars, bags packed in boots, waiting for their sons to be ready.
“I’m going to miss you,” Harry murmured, his lips only a breath away from Louis’. Harry was taking the opportunity to soak in every detail of Louis he could, memorise every millimetre of his face, every freckle, every hair on his head.
Harry took Louis’ hands in his bringing them up to his chest, keeping Louis as close as he could. He certainly would miss this. There was a familiarity now in being near Louis, lying back against his chest, the feeling of his fingers running through his hair, his smell, his bright blue eyes that Harry could still get lost in. Harry wanted all of it, didn’t want to let him go for even a moment.
“I’ll miss you too, love.” Louis smiled softly, gently squeezing Harry’s hands. “But we’ll be back in two weeks.”
“It’s too long,” Harry grumbled, tightening his grip.
“We can talk every day,” Louis promised. “We will talk every day.”
After so long being with each other every hour of every day, of living together, the prospect of going two weeks without seemed much more daunting than it truly was. Harry was aware he was being dramatic, that he should just say goodbye, but it didn’t feel like he was being too dramatic. Louis had become a beautiful, safe, comfort in his life over the last months and it was being taken away, if only for a short time. Louis signified much more than a silly teenage crush to Harry. Louis had shown him what it meant to be true to yourself, to be comfortable with, and proud of, who you are. Louis had made him feel cared for. Louis had made him feel loved.
Harry loved Louis.
And that was terrifying.
But he knew that as long as they were together, everything would be okay.
Harry nodded, pressing his lips to Louis’ in a chaste kiss, mindful of their audience. He rested his forehead against Louis’, closed his eyes, took a deep breath. Then he stepped away.
“Two weeks,” he said.
“I’ll be counting down the days.”
And if Louis counted to day seven and convinced his family to drive to Harry’s because neither could wait a moment longer then no one needed to know.