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When Louis finally knocked on Harry's door, it's already been over 3 hours after the game. The guys insisted on going out to celebrate and he couldn't really find a good enough reason to tell them "no". His "my mum wanted me to be home early" was met with "just a couple beers, I'm gonna give you a ride later" and "you never go out with us anymore" and he felt guilty enough not to decline again. He did indeed drink three beers, then got dropped off at his place, pretended to go inside and 2 minutes later was on his way to Harry's. He didn't have his car, the beer made him sleepy, he was sore from the match and still had to walk for over a mile. It also felt like forever since he saw his boyfriend's face, so he was getting a bit moody.

But he didn't even have time to adjust the strap of his bag that had been bothering him for the past few minutes of his walk. It was like Harry's been waiting for him by the door and... maybe he has. His boyfriend smiled brightly and opened the door widely so he could go in. Louis smiled gratefully and went inside, kicking off his shoes, dropping his bag and then putting his arms around Harry's neck and hanging almost his entire body weight on him. 

“Woah,” Harry mumbled softly, losing his balance for a second but he recovered quickly and put his arms around Louis. They both closed their eyes and took deep breaths, finally being able to enjoy each other's company with all the senses again. Longing stares in the corridors aren't enough, especially when they sometimes don't have time to meet after school for days at a time. “You alright?” he asked, the softness still present in his voice and Louis nodded slowly, exhaling with relief.

“Mhm,” Louis also mumbled and slowly pulled back. “'m just tired,” he added and yawned, which further proved it. “I had a few beers with the lads, 'cause they wouldn't stop pestering me and it made me sleepy,” he whined and Harry smiled with adoration and love. Louis really had no clue how cute was when he was complaining. Harry especially loved that during winter. Louis more often than not was moody about the coach making them do laps inside or taking them to the gym way more than in the summer. Combined with the sweater paws, the calmest shade of blue anyone can have in their eyes and rubbing his tired face, he was almost unreal.

“Okay. Do you want to eat or do you want me to prepare us a bath so I can give you a massage first? You must be sore from all the running you did today. You know I can never keep my eyes off you and even I could barely keep up with you.”

“You know... I had great motivation,” he smiled innocently, making Harry laugh and then shake his head.

“So?”

“A bath, please. I had some pizza, so I'm not hungry and I would kill for you to put hands on my body right now.”

~*~

“So?”

“What now?” Louis asked, raising one of his eyebrows and Harry rolled his eyes.

“So how hard did you have to calculate your chances of getting that goal before opting for an assist?” he finally spoke, smiling smugly. Louis hates him so much.

“Really hard,” he finally admitted, and couldn't help but smile. “I only shoot when I'm 100% sure I can get it. And I wasn't today but still had a second when I just wanted to go for it. I'm glad that I didn't, though,” he added and Harry nodded, still with a smile on his face.

“It was a great decision for the team and for that... I'm going to count it as a goal,” he winked and all Louis could do was to look at him and blink slowly.

“You are?”

“Yes. I'd rather you score and win than take unnecessary risks, especially with scouts present at matches now.”

“So... 3 times?”

“3 times,” Harry confirmed and moved closer to his boyfriend. “But first I'm going to give you the massage I promised and then we're taking a nap.”

“You are perfect,” Tomlinson mumbled into the kiss they were now sharing. He could feel Harry's smile against his lips. He loved him so much and he's never felt so cared for before. They're still so young, but Louis' so in love he hopes he'll marry that boy. He suddenly loved listening to someone ramble about quantum physics for 10 minutes straight and didn't mind when someone was painfully slow with certain tasks. He didn't mind waiting, didn't mind being encouraged to study, didn't mind having someone who reminded him to rest, to take a step back. He loved everything about this boy and it felt so strange yet so familiar. As the oldest brother, the only boy in his family and - during his mom's rocky relationships - sometimes the only man, he felt so much responsibility. He needed to be strong for his family, needed to show them he was capable and it put too much pressure on him. He desperately wanted this football thing to work out, because he has put so much into it and he didn't really have a back up plan. He didn't have anything else going on for him. Harry was the only one he could confess all of that to and he never felt judged. He never even knew how much pressure he has been carrying until Harry came into his life and effortlessly lifted it off his shoulders. And in exchange he took some of the baggage from his boyfriend, too. Harry always looked like he had everything figured out, his grades were always perfect and he just seemed to magically know everything, he was successful in everything he put his mind into. It took Louis a while to realise it wasn't as easy as it seemed and Harry also put so much pressure on himself it almost made him sick a few times. But they make it work and they've become each other's greatest support.

Louis tightened his palms on Harry's waist and made the kiss deeper, even though he could feel he barely had any air left in his lungs. The way he needed Harry was unhealthy, but it's his first love in a world that's unaccepting of the kind of relationship they have. He pulled back for a second and took a deep breath. His gaze was fixed on the sight in front of him - the green eyes that always look so innocent and pure; he was sure Harry didn't have a bad bone in his body. His hair was slightly damp at the bottom, curling more than when it's dry. He really was a sight for sore eyes. Louis initiated one more kiss, slow, passionate, letting his hands wander all over his back, shoulders, arms. He did it a thousand times before and still always found something new. He studied Harry relentlessly and there was still so much more to learn. He hopes he never wakes up from this dream.

“Let me wash you,” Harry broke the peaceful quiet of the evening and took his strawberry body wash. At first Louis thought it was ridiculous for a man to have fruit scented cosmetics but he quickly learned they smell really nice on Harry's body and they make his skin soft and, honestly, he had no counter arguments. He quickly understood that Harry just didn't want to smell like 10in1 shampoo combined with tire cleaner and lawnmower fuel. He secretly learned to enjoy it too. “Stop making this face, I know you love it every now and then,” his boyfriend said suddenly, like he was able to read his thoughts and Louis laughed quietly.

“You're wrong,” he teased, “but you're so cute I'm going to allow you to taint my manly body with... fruit,” he made a theatrically disgusted face which made his boyfriend laugh loudly, with his head thrown back and the muscles on his neck moving. He so badly wanted to bite him and leave tiny little marks everywhere. Maybe when they go on holidays. 

“We both know it's not manly to eat healthy,” he agreed with a smile and poured some of the thick liquid into his comically big hands. Louis' such a lucky man.

“Of course not. We all eat pizza, drink beer and play football,” he stuck his tongue out and Harry nodded in agreement.

“And don't date each other,” Harry added, slowly putting his hands on Louis arms and started washing him with the foam.

“Definitely not,” Louis agreed. “Thank you for washing me, bro,” he said and it sounded so foreign in Louis mouth, they both laughed at the ridiculousness of it.

“No problem, mate,” Harry quickly regained his composure and replied with a straight face, while meticulously scrubbing the tiredness from Louis' legs. Warm water and Harry's hands are everything he ever needed. If he had known it could be that simple, he'd date him way sooner.

He let Harry pamper him some more. He got his hair washed with an apple scented shampoo, then a leave-in conditioner put into it, with a scalp massage Louis didn't even know Harry could do. "I just watched some YouTube videos yesterday. Thought it might be nice," he said earlier. His boyfriends language had to be all 5 combined and levelled to the max. He was always 3 steps ahead Louis. He had his favourite breakfast ready, before Louis could even register he was hungry. He knew what Louis wanted to do before he even realised that. He always planned perfect hidden dates and little getaways. He gave perfect gifts. He loved snuggling with Louis on hours on end and always showered him with compliments. Louis for the first time ever thought that the ball might be in his court now and constantly was looking for ways to make Harry's life easier and better as well.

He doesn't think that researching the correct way to hold a pen for hours just for Harry to stop having cramps when studying was enough. Sure, he gave him a tripod Harry was talking about for ages that wasn't produced anymore. He wants to throw up every time he hears "Ebay" or "Amazon" now after searching for it every day for almost a year. He still thinks it was worth it, because Harry's face and gratefulness will be embedded in his mind for the rest of his life. “Oh my god. Thank you Louis. This is the best gift I've ever got. I've been looking for one for ages. This was limited edition! This was an experimental line. And they never made more. I love you, Lou.” was always playing on repeat in his head. And sure, Louis took him for rides, even taught him how to drive on empty parking lots - something he wouldn't let anyone ever do. Lottie has been begging for months and he never even let her do as much as touch the steering wheel in his car. Harry, on the other hand, could drive it into a tree and completely total it and Louis would say "thank you". Well, maybe not. He still gets a little shaky every time Harry pushes the gear stick the wrong way. He knows he does his best though and that's what matters. They both pretend Louis is not covered in cold sweat when Harry attempts to parallel park between the two lamp posts on the other side of the lot. And Louis gives him as much attention as he can. He loves playing with his curls. They do so much things together for a pair that cannot be a couple in front of anyone, it's just that... he'll never stop feeling like he could do more for a person that Harry is.

He let his boyfriend use some lotion, face cream and whatever on earth Harry could come up with. He would never, ever, take time of his life to do it himself, but he'll endure everything if it means staying in warm water with his boyfriend's hands on his body for just a second longer. And he always felt so much better afterwards, so what was there to complain about?

“I wanna wash you too,” Louis said, but Harry shook his head.

“Not this time. The water's getting cold and we don't want your muscles to cool down, do we? Now put on the robe and go to my bedroom. Or stay and watch but I'm not going to try to make it pretty for you, because I don't want to catch a cold,” Harry giggled and Louis kissed him one more time.

“I love you.”

“I know. Now go,” he insisted and Louis had no choice but to sigh and get up. He rinsed quickly and put on his robe after wiping his body with the towel.

His hand hovered over the door handle, but he decided against it. He bit his lower lip and turned around to look at his boyfriend who was in the process of rinsing his hair and applying shampoo.

“Lots of tough decisions today, hm?” Harrye asked with a smile. He didn't even have to open his eyes to know Louis didn't want to leave. It's insane how much they got used to each other. They haven't even had their first anniversary yet and he already felt like he has known him for decades. He always wanted a family and he could see them build a life together, even as young as they are. 

“Actually, no. This one was really simple. I'm just a man, Harry,” he replied and another loud laugh escaped Harry's mouth, ringing in the small bathroom. He shampooed his hair thoroughly and rinsed it. Harry knew it was going to get a little frizzy tomorrow, because he's not using anything else today, but he'll live. He had a boyfriend to make happy.

After a quick scrubbing of his body, paired with a couple of Louis' compliments which made him blush, Harry finally got up and quickly wiped with a clean towel. He decided to brush his teeth now and Louis agreed it was a great idea. He could get used to lazy evenings. Especially evenings like this. 

He then watched his boyfriend go into the room and followed him. Harry instructed him to go lay down on the bed so that's what he did. There was no better feeling in the world than laying down, clean and tired from the match, with the scent of the football field still lingering in the air. He could fall asleep in seconds if it wasn't for Harry nudging him.

“What?” he asked tiredly and yawned which, again, further proved his point.

“I can massage you through the robe but it's gonna be kinda like having clothed sex,” Harry said and Louis frowned.

“What?!” he asked again, this time louder and barely containing the laugh that escaped his mouth.

“You know - it's fine, it's going to feel nice and it'll do the job but it's way better to do it properly, naked,” Harry explained. Louis almost laughed again. They say that laughter makes you live longer. If that was the case, he and Harry will live long, happy lives.

“You're stupid,” he finally said but obeyed. He sat slowly, took his robe off and enjoyed the look Harry gave him. It sometimes made his cheeks warm, but he loved the feeling of being wanted. He of course knew how it felt to be perceived as attractive, he tried to hook up with some girls that definitely were interested in him. The thing is that there wasn't any feelings involved and the sex was rather... mechanical. He was doing everything he was supposed to do, but there's always been something missing. He always knew what it was, he just never wanted to give in. Until he met Harry, of course. Harry never judged him, even though his reputation stayed with him. Even now, when Louis leaves a party to go home, to be ready for next day's training or to spend the night with Harry, people talk about potential girls he probably has gone home with. And he hasn’t even slept with that many people before. It's just that he slept with a friend of a friend of a girl who he also slept with and then suddenly everyone thought he was an asshole that takes advantage of girls left and right.

When he met Harry, he suddenly learned what a true attraction feels like. Sure, he knew he liked boys. He spent enough time trying to pretend he didn't have orgasms of a lifetime while jerking off to gay porn to stop trying to deny that. Especially in comparison to having sex with women. He of course could tell a woman was considered conventionally attractive, but he never understood how to build that deep emotional connection with one. He never looked at anyone and thought he'd like to get to know them better in that sense. That is, before Harry came along.

He has seen him on the corridors a million times before. Heck, he even remembers asking "Who the fuck is that nerd?" on the first day. Louis never, ever considered him attractive. His dumb vests, huge glasses and shirts made him look... well, Louis loves it now, but then he wouldn't touch him even if Harry was the last guy on earth.

He clearly remembers the first time he felt... intrigued by Harry. He always knew he was clumsy, he saw him trip on his own legs at least twice on the corridors. So he wasn't even that surprised when he almost busted through the classroom door, probably having tripped right in front of them, when Louis had to retake a stupid test he had almost passed. Seriously, the teacher could've just given him that one point. He didn't have time for this bullshit, he had to practice for the end-of-season matches.

“I'm sorry, Mrs. Smith asked to talk to me about something,” he said quietly an quickly went to sit next to Louis who just looked angrily at the nerd, but quickly figured out that this was probably his usual spot. Just right in front of the teacher. In a fucking math club. Of course it was. Louis sighed and tried to focus on his stupid test that made even less sense than the first time he took it. How can it be so complicated? It's just numbers, for fuck's sake.

He couldn't help but find Harry's presence a little bit distracting. He opened probably the thickest math book Louis has ever seen and immediately started writing down things that Louis thought looked rather Greek than math. The only numbers he saw were the page numbers. And yes, he was a little bit dramatic, but that's the way he was born, sue him.

While Harry was solving the hieroglyphs, with such focused expression, one strand of weirdly wavy hair falling down and his lower lip between his teeth, Louis did an exasperated sigh that brought his attention. It took Styles one look at the teacher explaining something on the board and then second at Louis test. Clearly, he wasn't the most discreet about it, because Louis wasn't even looking and caught him stare. He knew he wasn't going to pass, he just wanted to show effort or whatever. He'll eventually pass this class. He somehow always does.

Honestly, he was seconds from telling Harry to fuck off, because he kept invading his personal space a bit too much while reading his question. Didn't he have his dumb assignment to do or whatever the fuck nerds do? That was, until he saw a little note being passed to him.

"It's 46." It just said and Louis frowned, looked at Harry and then at the sheet of paper in front of him. Okay, he might not have learned any formulas but he did manage to answer this one question simply by counting manually. He's not that dumb, he knows numbers. He glared at Harry once again who just went back to writing something with a speed of light. He clearly did this to fuck with him. To waste his time so he fails. Nerds are like this, he's jealous of Louis' talents or whatever. He wanted to ignore this so he flipped the page, but the question was on his mind, so he sighed and flipped it once again to look into it. He wasn't even going to try to guess how Harry literally solved it in his mind. That's beside the point, because the answer is clearly 54.

He looked at the clock. He had 15 minutes left. That's solid to bullshit his way through the test, try to rewrite some things, change the order of the numbers, maybe pretend he knew the formula at least a bit. Just when the teacher was passing next to his desk, he suddenly got it. He added a 4 instead of subtracting it. The problem is he did it at the very beginning and had to change it everywhere. And then, probably check the whole equation once again. He decided it was too much work, so he just scratched some plusses and changed them to minuses, hoping it'd work. He doesn't owe any thanks to Harry, tho. He would've come up with it on his own once he checked it. Probably. Probably not. Whatever, he didn't have to be grateful, because nerds like Styles probably get hard by being right, so Harry should thank him for this opportunity.

He was about to flip the page again, when another note, this time bigger, was passed to him. This time it said a random formula he has never, ever seen but apparently solves what he was struggling with for 10 minutes in 2 steps. He was sure this wasn’t in the curriculum and this nerd is trying to make fail by making it look like he was cheating. He was going to disregard it completely, but, on the other hand, he really didn't want to bother with math anymore, so he decided to take this opportunity. He meticulously rewrote the formula and the solution, because he wasn't going to waste the opportunity now that it presented itself. He hid the answer from Harry and finally flipped the page to look for something he could try to solve and maybe even pass.

He was so focused on trying to make something out of this, that his body flinched in surprise, when the teacher suddenly appeared next to them. Thankfully, he just asked Harry a question and he, despite not having been paying attention those past few minutes, immediately answered correctly. Louis let his eyes wander for a second to Harry's profile and started wondering why he's even decided to help him. Okay, Louis has never been mean to him, but he's never been nice, either. They've never really talked, Louis sometimes laughed when his friends joked about him, but never was the one to start the conversations. He was just a smart kid that everyone knew, because teachers wouldn't shut up about it... and because he dressed like a 50-year-old intern. Louis may have made fun of that once or twice.

It felt like seconds and he had another equation solved, this time with a short question underneath: “Do you only want to pass?”

Louis looked at the teacher that was rather uninterested in what they were doing. She probably thought Harry would make sure he wouldn't cheat or something. He just nodded and Harry went back to his own assignment, never sparing another look his way. Rude.

“Are you asleep?” Harry asked, his voice soft. Louis was so deep in his thoughts he barely even noticed Harry's soft hands on him, warm oil smeared on his back.

“No. I was thinking,” he replied quietly and sighed in relief. More times than not the massage was a bit painful at first, only to then bring some relief to his muscles. Today it felt good from the start, but it's maybe because he’s been missing Harry a bit.

“Yeah? And what were you thinking about?”

“About how we met. Well, we didn't even meet that day. You just helped me with that stupid test.”

“Yeah but it was my favouri-“

“Your favourite kind of math or whatever,” Louis rolled his eyes.

“Rude,” Harry pouted. Louis couldn't even see it but he knew Harry was doing it. 

He felt Harry's hands move from his back to his sore legs. He was used to getting terrible cramps in his calves, but ever since Harry started massaging him after every match or hard practice, he barely remembered the last time he'd gotten one. Louis groaned, because it was never pleasurable, but he knew how great it was gonna feel after a while.

“I know, I know,” Harry said quietly. “It's going to feel better soon,” he ensured him, working on his sore legs in sure motions. It didn’t even take him long to fall asleep, Harry’s hands long forgotten.

~*~

When he woke up, Harry was sitting at his desk quietly and writing something. It’s already got dark outside and he was a little bit cold, always used to waking up next to Harry when he was staying at his. “I can’t believe you prefer sitting there alone over cuddling me,” he pouted and Harry immediately looked over his shoulder, smiling at him.

“Sorry, I wanted to finish it. Close your eyes for me,” he demanded with a teasing voice and Louis laughed, but did it anyway.

“What, are you gonna surprise me?” he asked, half-jokingly.

“Maybe,” he heard Harry whisper. He gave Louis a quick peck on the mouth and then slowly walked his wardrobe and pulled something out of it. “Don’t peek!” Harry reminded and Louis sighed. He heard something ruffle and frowned, trying to figure out what the familiar, yet a peculiar sound was. “I’ll count to three, alright? Promise me you won’t laugh!”

“It sounds like a can of confetti or something, I cannot promise anything!” he argued, but decided to obey. He covered his eyes with the palms of his hands and waited for Harry to count.

“3… 2… 1!” he said slowly and Louis jumped when at the same time something cold and flimsy touched his naked torso.

“What the fuck?!” he yelled and looked at Harry, who was standing at the edge of the bed and holding two colourful pom-poms, in the colours of their school team. “What the-“ he asked again, noticing his spare football shirt on his boyfriends body and a- this cannot be. It was a skirt, wasn’t it? Oh my god, it was. He opened his mouth to say something, but Harry started suddenly jumping a bit uncoordinatedly while shouting.

“L! O! U! I! S!” he yelled, trying to make the shape of the letters with pom-poms, leaving Louis still with wildly open mouth and a confused but amused expression. After maybe 30 seconds of that, he turned around, giving Louis a nice view of his back and his skirt that he “accidentally” pulled up to reveal he didn't have anything underneath. His laugh that was starting to form immediately died down and his mouth suddenly went dry.

“Jesus.”

Harry laughed quietly and pulled Louis up. He didn’t even have any idea how it happened, but suddenly he was kneeling on the bed in front of Harry, who started kissing him slowly. Louis was such a weak man, he was already getting hard. The anticipation, the view of Harry in his T-shirt and a skirt and the promise of what was about to come (pun intended) almost made him shake.

“Oh my god. This is- I don't know why we never thought about it before” Louis said breathlessly. 

Harry smiled brightly and nodded.

“I knew you'd like it. I once saw you react to that music video we watched together once,” he shrugged, letting go of the pom-poms and putting his arms around Louis, whose naked body had nothing to help it hide the fact his penis was interested. “Wanna hear what I have in store for you today?” he asked, pushing Louis onto the bed slowly and straddling his knees.

Louis could only nod. His mouth was still dry, but it wasn’t a problem for Harry, who took his face in his hands and kissed him, slowly and deeply, cherishing one of those unusual moments they didn’t have to hurry. It was rare that they had a whole night for themselves. Usually they just drove somewhere and exchanged quick blowjobs, as neither of them was a huge fan of having sex in the car. Sometimes they had some time in Harry’s house, before his mum came home from work, but it was never more than an hour, usually 30 minutes when they had to be quick and didn’t have time for making love and being present in the moment. Even if Anne let him stay at night, it wasn’t really that comfortable to try to have sex when she was at home. They had short holidays or overnight dates in another cities, but they couldn’t do that every week. Ha didn’t have time to work, having to navigate between trying not to fail school, his trainings, matches, trips and spending time with his boyfriend. He had some scholarships, but the money wasn’t usually that great. Harry was working in the bakery on weekends, but he was mostly saving up for university. They just didn’t have the money to spend on hotels all the time. This night was like a blessing, with Harry’s mum going to some weekend work training, they finally had some more time to explore each other’s bodies again.

He almost whined when Harry pulled away from the kiss, making the younger boy smile. “So needy,” he commented, making Louis’ cheeks to turn a deep shade of red. “Well, at first I was going to jerk you off,” he started and looked into Louis' eyes with a smile. “Clench my fist nice and tight for you,” he whispered and Louis almost moaned. God, he's so, so weak. “I was going to praise you this whole time, you know? Tell you how great you did and how proud I am of you. Then,” he continued, “I was thinking I could ride you slowly, into oblivion. Maybe edge you a bit, tease you. But not too much. We'd be kissing and whispering sweet nothings into each other's mouths, because we wouldn't be able to separate our mouths, as always. I would let you come inside me because I love to be full of you,” he added and Louis could swear he could come in seconds if Harry decided to put his long, slim fingers on him. “I would let you rest, but not too much, because I know you could handle it. And lastly, I would suck you off. Nice and slowly, but also hard and passionately. I would collect every last drop of cum left in you and swallow it with a smile on my face.” Louis was seconds from begging Harry to just proceed, but then, he heard a “but”. “But,” Harry sighed, “then I realised it'd be kinda gross to use my mouth on you after you've fucked me so well and I definitely don't want to use any condoms today, 'cause I want to feel everything, so... we're going to switch the order,” Harry smiled sweetly. “Firstly, I'm going to try an suck your brains out, basking in your compliments,” he said smugly. “Then, I'm going to ride you so you don't even have to lift a finger after the match. You deserve to be treated like a king you are. And then, I'm going go snuggle to your warm body and put my hand on you. And I'm gonna tell you how amazing you were today and how proud I am of you, maybe let you fuck my fist for a while if you feel like it. And I'm going to clean you off, so you won't have to even take a shower afterwards if you don't feel like it. We can fall asleep together and worry about everything later. What do you think?” Harry asked and suddenly took a deep breath, one of these he takes when he forgets to breathe while telling another one of his stories. He looked into Louis' eyes and Louis was already a goner.

“You are... this is... you are the grestest,” he said suddenly and Harry raised his eyebrow.

“I'm what?”

“Shit, sorry, I wanted to say you're the best and you're the greatest and it just... merged,” he explained a bit frantically. He needed that first orgasm so he could chill out for a second and not come in Harry before he even moves properly.

Harry laughed sweetly and kissed him. The kiss was, again, long, passionate and Harry's hands slowly made their way to Louis' neck, then chest, then his nipples, which made him clench his muscles a bit. Harry smiled into the kiss and slowly pushed Louis further, so he was completely laying on the bed, which allowed Harry to sit comfortably on his penis. Louis was so hard it almost hurt, but he still moaned nonetheless. When did he got so desperate for fucks sake? He was the one with experience and there he was, shaking and almost coming, because he's being kissed. That's so pathetic. They slowly finished kissing and Harry started a trail of kisses in the exact places where his hands were just seconds before.

“Can I give you a hickey?” he asked, his eyes innocent and smile wide. Louis never knew someone could be this obsessed with hickeys until he met Harry. If it was up to him, Louis would be bruised all over his body and especially on his neck. He would spell his own name on Louis if he could.

“Yeah,” Louis breathed out, not able to say "no" to anything tonight. “Yeah, but keep it at least somewhat decent,” he added, making Harry pout. He wasn’t sulking for long, soon enough started scanning his body for the perfect place. He had several favourite spots on Louis body. Some of them he could cover most of the time unless he was showering with the team. Harry once even managed to suck one between his arse cheeks that no one noticed. “That kinda defeats the point of hickeys” Louis told him multiple times. Harry still thought it didn't, because “I know it's there, Louis!”.

Today he chose a more visible spot, though. Just above his collarbone so Louis could choose if he wanted to show it to everyone or not by picking the right clothes. He closed his eyes and started sucking. Louis stupidly moaned again but he was sure Harry purposedly just rubbed his body against his penis. He was conditioning him to get erect every time Harry was kissing his neck or something. Louis closed his eyes and arched his body so he could focus on Harry's lips against his skin and let his boyfriend kiss and lick the hickey. Harry seem very proud of it and Louis knew it was going to cause him trouble. Well, at least it'll match his persona, won't it?

Louis seriously thought of begging Harry to finally take him into his mouth. It's maybe been a couple minutes since they started but Louis has been thinking of this moment too much to keep calm. Luckily, his boyfriend continued kissing his neck, then chest, then stomach until he finally reached his happy trail. He of course rubbed his whole body on Louis before, probably collecting most of his precum and smearing it on his skirt. Louis started thinking about this time he ate an old tuna and spent the next 3 days getting rid of it from both ends not to cum on the spot. It helped a bit, the memory of it still made him almost gag.

Finally Louis' prayers have been answered by whatever homosexual god there is and Harry's lips were on his dick.

“Fuck,” he said before Harry even did anything, making the younger man laugh. He slowly licked from the base of the penis to the very tip and made sounds like it was the most delicious meal he's ever had. He then suddenly took almost all of Louis into his mouth which was impressive, considering how they both almost choked and threw up the first time they attempted to have oral sex. They got significantly better and now Louis had his mind blown by how good it was. He wasn't sure if it was because he loved the boy he was having sex with, the fact that it wasn't a girl or if Harry was exceptionally good at it. Maybe it was all 3.

He looked down and saw his boyfriend blink and then slowly raise his sight to look back at him. Harry has always been shy when it comes to sex. Even now, when he had his mouth full of Louis, lust in his eyes and was blowing him like a pro, his cheeks were red and his sight a bit ashamed. Louis moaned his name quietly and grabbed a fistful of his hair. Harry literally purred around his penis and started bobbing his head, letting Louis steer him if he wanted to. Harry's hands laid calmly on Louis' thighs but he then curiously cupped his balls and started playing with them. Louis always liked it for some reason. He started to think he'd be able to last for a few minutes and just enjoy the feeling. It was before Harry sucked so hard on his penis he saw stars.

“Fuck, I'm already close,” he admitted, although a bit ashamedly. Harry didn't say anything, instead he focused on sucking Louis harder and using his tongue to glide over the tip of his penis. He then wrapped his hand around the part he couldn't fit into his mouth and continued bobbing his head up and down in a steady rhythm. Louis could only hold off for so long before he jerked his hips a little and came down his boyfriend's throat with a loud moan and a short shudder. He whimpered quietly when Harry decided to swallow it all and then suck once or twice to make sure he was clean and satisfied.

Louis' breath was more rapid than it ever is on the field. This might be better training for him than their coach makes them do. He laid on Harry's bed, spent and satisfied. He hated the taste in his boyfriend's mouth after he gave him head, but he couldn't really resist and kissed him anyway. The kiss was avid, full of love and maybe a tiny little bit of eagerness on Harry's part. He could feel Harry's hard dick pressing into his thigh this whole time.

“I swear, I don't know if I'll be able to get hard again,” Louis sighed. Harry smiled and shook his head.

“I think you can,” he said simply and reached into his bedside drawer. It took him a while but he found lube buried under some notebooks, pens, tissues, spare change and random things he put there hoping his mother won't ever snoop. 

“Yeah?” Louis smiled. He loved when his boyfriend was so confident. It could get him going pretty quickly. On the other hand, Louis was sure everything Harry has ever done could get him going quickly.

“Mhm,” the younger boy nodded and kissed him one more time. Then he handed Louis the lube and slowly made a 180 degree turn. His bum was now in Louis face and suddenly there's no other place he would ever want to be. “I wanna sit on your face and then have you prepare me. I'm pretty sure I'll be able to help you get hard if it still doesn't work,” Harry laughed and Louis suddenly looked up. If there was a god, he has never needed him more than now. How was he supposed to deal with this? 

It took him about two seconds to literally dive in and put his tongue deep into his boyfriend making him squirm a little. Harry carefully sat down and pushed his body more onto Louis' tongue. He was such a lucky man. People might think he loves taking advantage of girls after his matches but he's the happiest as he is right now - with a man's thighs suffocating him and with his tongue buried deep inside him. He immediately put his hands on Harry's thighs and pulled him even closer making Harry whimper quietly. Louis wanted to hear these whimpers till the day he dies. He slowly started circling his tongue inside him, not wasting time to play with his rim like he usually likes to do. Harry deserves to be wrecked and he hopes he'll be able to satisfy his boyfriend today. He didn't care he was getting hot under Harry's skirt, because he wanted to do his best today. Yes, he was the one who was supposed to get mind-blowing orgasms today, but it was only fair if Harry got something out of it too. So he slowly licked and licked and sucked and kissed and bit and touched. He did it until his saliva was slowly dripping down his chin, his tongue felt sore and he couldn't feel his hands holding Harry's thighs anymore. He did it until he felt dizzy from the lack of oxygen and from Harry's taste and smell and even then he was trying to bury his tongue deeper and deeper to get another moan and another sigh and whimper. They treated rimming more like foreplay than anything else until they discovered Harry could actually cum just from Louis' tongue if they did it long enough. Fortunately, Louis loved being buried between Harry's ass cheeks. He was trying to adjust his tongue just a little more and hit maybe another spot in Harry, until he felt large hand in his hair and suddenly got pulled back from heaven. He took some deep breathes and looked at Harry's arsehole slowly clenching on nothing. He tried eagerly to go back to eating him out, but Harry didn't give him that chance. 

“I'm not the one who's supposed to come multiple times today, remember?” he reminded him and looked at him from his shoulder with a smile. His cheeks were deeply red and his eyes a bit watery, he looked a bit blissed out and Louis wanted nothing more than to just finish the job.

“You could,” Louis argued, tightening his fingers around Harry's thighs and the younger boy shook his head.

“Not today. Now get me ready for you, because I can't wait to finally get you deep inside,” he smiled. “I think you're ready too,” he then added with a wink and turned back around to trace his fingers around Louis' length.

He didn't even register he was hard again. He was so focused on making Harry feel good he didn't care about himself. But now the thought of being inside Harry was so tempting he quickly grabbed lube and covered 3 of his fingers. He slowly entered one that went in more smoothly than usual, considering how good of a job Louis did with his tongue. He smiled to himself and slowly pushed his finger all the way in and let it stay there for a second. Harry adjusted his position and let Louis slowly prepare him with his finger. It wasn't really pleasant the first few minutes, they both knew it so Harry decided to play with Louis' penis to focus on something else. And
“play” was the best word for it. He traced little hearts on it with his finger, licked it, shook it and Louis kept his cool until he was slowly pushing his second finger into Harry.

“Do you have to?” he asked annoyedly, but not because it bothered him, but because he was still a little sensitive and it still shot really short signals of pleasure to the rest of his body.

“Yes,” Harry answered immediately with a smile and grabbed his penis into his hand. “Now do your job,” he demanded and Louis rolled his eyes. He hoped they'd never, ever lose this sparkle. They sometimes did absolutely ridiculous things during sex and they both enjoyed it. They loved to laugh together, learn each other’s bodies and experiment. Doing it with women felt a lot different than doing it with Harry so they both had equally as much to learn. But now Louis' skilled fingers quickly found Harry's prostate, making him squirm a little. If only Louis could see a small damp patch of precum that stained his skirt. He smiled triumphantly and slowly started working his fingers there to tease his boyfriend. He rolled small circles and pushed his fingers against it, making Harry shiver. And then, he kept going back to painfully slow preparing him. And then he would hit his prostate again until Harry was almost shaking against his body.

“Louis, stop. That's enough,” he moaned, trying to reach back and stop Louis' wrist. The older boy obeyed as he always did when Harry told him to and slowly took his fingers away making Harry whimper one more time.

“Are you sure?” Louis asked quietly as his hand slowly made its way to the front of his boyfriend's body. “I can make you cum and then have you ride me slowly,” he whispered into Harry's ear, because suddenly Harry was laying with his back pushed against his body, always so easy for Louis to be moved. He slowly grabbed Harry's penis and kissed his ear. He knew better than to try to kiss him now, Harry wasn't a fan of being kissed right after Louis' tongue was in him and he totally got it.

“You know I'm useless when I come before we have sex,” Harry reminded him and Louis shrugged.

“You look like you need it, though.”

“Yeah, duh,” Harry said and Louis smiled, slowly moving his hand on Harry's dick. He almost panicked the night he saw it for the first time, because he couldn't imagine fitting something like this, ever, into his body. It turned out Louis could take a lot more than he has ever thought.

“Then let me? And then I'm gonna go wash my mouth and brush my teeth and we can kiss a little until you get hard again?” he proposed. “And then we're going to continue with your plan.” he smiled again.

“Fuck, yeah, alright,” he decided. “I blame your damn fingers.”

Louis didn't say anything. He slowly put both of his fingers back inside Harry. It took him a few tries to get to the right spot, but when he did, he immediately noticed the way Harry's body acted. He took his other hand and put it on his penis again and started slowly jerking him off. Making Harry come, hearing his moans, observing his face and his body when he was reaching his climax was as good as having his own orgasm. The satisfaction he felt that he was the reason Harry's body was shaking was indescribable. Louis regretted he wasn't in the right position to play with Harry's sensitive nipples in his mouth as well. But there'll be time for that as well. He now focused on readjusting his fingers to make harry shiver again and again and again. If Harry hadn’t made him stop before, it probably would've been over now. But he loved every minute of their sex, so he had no problem with this. He put his fingers just a bit deeper, hitting the nerve in just the right position for Harry to moan. He slowly raised his skirt so he could see the his penis better. Harry was laying on his back, with his legs spread out, his fingers crushing Louis thighs and a face so sinful he could easily make a few angels fall. It didn't really take long for Harry to suddenly close his eyes and almost yell Louis' name while coming hard on his fingers an in his hand. Louis smiled, not thinking to stop even for a second, letting Harry fully enjoy his orgasm. Only when he was sure Harry was done, he stopped and slowly pulled his fingers out of him, also releasing the grip on his penis. He let Harry lay there for a few seconds, because he knew how blissful the feeling was. Honestly, he was a bit jealous. Unfortunately, with Louis' busy schedule they rarely could make him come that way, because he had to be on top of his performance at all times now that scouts were at every single match. Every practice was now crucial. He still had a jog planned for tomorrow so even today they couldn't risk it. Well, they probably could, but they both were a bit anxious about Louis further career. They both knew it was more important than a few good orgasms. And they still didn't do much to refrain themselves in other ways. Honestly, they were two teenagers in love, of course they could do it all the time. They didn't even bother looking for cool places for vacation knowing they'd spend most of their time in bed. Especially after Louis' last school match when they'll be able to enjoy each other in every way they want to.

Louis slowly reached the bedside drawer, but Harry quickly smacked his hand.

“Your hands are either covered in lube or-,” he started but closed his mouth after a second and sighed. He reached for tissues and pulled 3 or 4 out of the container. He then tossed them towards Louis and continued to lay in bed, a little bit more calm and smiley.

Louis quickly wiped the lube from his hands and Harry's sperm from his fingers. He also wiped as much as he could from Harry's skirt. He slowly wiggled out from under Harry's body and stood up. “I’ll be right back, love.” He went to the bathroom, threw the tissues away and flushed them. He quickly brushed his teeth while looking at the hickey Harry got him. It's fairly easy to hide but it's also huge and he doesn't even know what to say to the lads from the team. He sighed and shook his head, smiling to himself. He slowly climbed onto the bed again, feeling Harry's eyes scan every square centimetre of his body. He quickly got pulled into the kiss and obeyed. This one was more dirty and needy, with Louis having been hard ever since his tongue got buried deep into his boyfriend and Harry will probably get to this stage quite soon. He laid down and put his hand immediately on Harry's arsecheek, burying his fingers in it, squeezing lightly and pulling him closer. Harry smiled into the kiss and put his leg over Louis' hips and got even closer. So close, he was able to slowly grind on him, their dicks separated only by a thin layer of Harry's skirt. Louis had no idea how he'll be able to lift it up for the third time but he'll worry about that later.

“You made me tired,” Harry pouted, halfway through the kiss and Louis smiled.

“Wanna rest?” he asked and Harry immediately shook his head.

“No, I'm going to fulfil my promise,” he immediately clarified and reached for the hem of his skirt which he lifted so they could clash their dicks together. Harry's half-hard one was growing against Louis' boner. He would never, ever believe that Harry Styles wasn't a virgin if it wasn't him ruining him in every possible way every few days.

“You sure? You know we can always take a-”

“Yes. Now shut up and kiss me, you fool,” Harry insisted and went back to kissing his boyfriend urgently. It's insane how good their kisses felt now. Their first few were really, really awkward and now he loved the way they lips fit together. Louis used to feel grossed out when the girls he was with left him with a taste of a lipstick and even if they didn't wear make up, even their saliva would make him a bit disgusted too. He’s never had that problem with Harry. Even if sometimes their kiss got a bit out of control and they somehow messed it up, he loved every single aspect of it.

He used his other hand to hug Harry's slim waist and hold him close and steady against his body. He was feeling hot and was sure Harry wasn't much better in his clothes. There really wasn't a sexier thing anyone could do for him.

“I just realised I don't even need to be fully hard to ride you,” Harry shrugged into the kiss and slowly pulled back. He reached for the lube and didn't think twice before squeezing some onto his hand and warming it up. He slowly coated Louis' penis, smiling under his boyfriend stare and slowly positioned himself above his body. Before Louis could even make a comment about having put only 2 fingers in him, Harry's body was slowly sinking down onto his penis. It felt a bit tighter than usual, so he let Harry slowly get used to the feeling. But they both knew Harry secretly liked when it burned a little. Louis put his hands firmly on his hips and just stared with a smile. There was nothing sexier than his boyfriend wearing his T-shirt with his name on it. They couldn't be together publicly and Louis loved this statement that said “mine” so loudly.

He remembers that one time he gave Harry a hickey and accidentally did it where his shirt couldn't cover it. They both were lost in the heat of the moment, sharing their love on the bed and neither of them gave it much thought until it turned red and big. Thankfully they had Lottie who covered it every single day for them for over a week. Still the knowledge it was there made Louis' heart race. Maybe Harry was onto something there.

Harry closed his eyes for a second and bit his lip. He exhaled slowly and moved his hips around by a little. Louis barely even felt it. He just stared at his boyfriend, letting him do everything he needed to feel comfortable. He let his hands wander on Harry's back under the T-shirt and his chest. He was so fascinated by Harry's body. The younger boy never understood that, because Louis was the athletic one, with muscles and tanned chest, but there was something about Harry that made his mouth dry every time he caught a glimpse of him. Maybe not everyone would find his long hands and legs and thin figure attractive, but Louis was sure he found his type on the first try.

Harry slowly moved up and down and Louis took a deep breath. Harry also shuddered a little and exhaled a bit shakily.

“Fuck, I'm still sensitive,” he admitted. Well, Harry has definitely always needed more time before round 2, but it was always worth it. His moans were amazing when he felt like he couldn't take it but did anyway. The thing is, Harry was such a typical man it almost made Louis laugh. Having an orgasm was like turning a light switch for him. Every time he was done, he just closed his eyes, turned his back towards Louis and fell asleep in literal seconds. It didn't matter if they just woke up after a long night together. The sometimes used it, when they wanted to do something pas Harry’s bed time. He wasn't the type to nap during the day, so whenever they wanted to do something late in the evening, they just exchanged messy hand jobs and Harry was out in 5 minutes, napping and getting ready for a night out.

“You know I love that,” Louis smiled at his boyfriend who shook his head.

“Yeah, I love it way less than you.” he admitted and slowly moved his hips back and forth a few times, before finally taking a deep breath and raising his hips. Louis prepared mentally for what was about to happen. Harry finally started slowly riding him, letting his skirt ruffle with every move. He leaned harder on Louis' shoulders, looked him into the eyes and finally found a steady rhythm that made them both go quiet, unable to say a word.

There wasn't any other position that Louis would love more than this. He loved to see Harry seek his own pleasure, he loved being kind of used by his boyfriend, loved how desperate Harry's movements always got the closer he got to the release. He loved Harry's moans and loved that he could always grab his hips and fuck into him if he wanted an additional reaction. He also loved when Harry took care of him, when he didn't need to do anything more than lay down and enjoy the pleasure.

He let Harry choose his pace and depth and just enjoyed watching his face. It was as clear as day he was avoiding his most sensitive spot and Louis wanted to raise his hips to aim there and make Harry melt in his arms. He saved that for later, though. Now, he moved his hands to Harry's thighs and slowly, slowly, moved them to his penis. He took it into his hand and moved his palm slowly, making Harry moan louder and longer than usual. Louis barely noticed his own moans he kept making all this time Harry was fucking himself on him. His tempo raised and this, combined with wet tightness of Harry made him squirm a bit. It was also going to be his second orgasm of the day, he also felt a bit sensitive but also desperate to come again. Harry had this magical ability to make him hard by doing literally anything. He knew they were teenagers, but damn.

He looked down onto Harry's thighs partially covered by the skirt and his hand that vanished underneath. He felt Harry's wet tip and the way it all smeared on the inside of the skirt, probably becoming a bit uncomfortable. He tightened his fist and started jerking Harry off faster. He didn't trust himself to last long, so he needed to make sure they come together. Yes, they sometimes finished early and finished the other one off with their fingers or tongue, but Louis wanted Harry to come on his dick, not his fingers again.

Harry bit his lips to make himself stop moaning but it didn't really do much. He could be quiet when he absolutely had to, but still some quiet whimpers left his mouth, no matter how much he tried to stop them. But the usual state for Harry was to moan quietly with every move, which they found out together. It made Harry a bit embarrassed, but Louis assured him he loved it. And he did. He loved feeling like he was doing a good job, it boosted his ego. And his boyfriend's moans have never sounded forced. They were natural for Harry and hard to contain.

Louis, on the other hand, could keep perfectly quiet if needed, only his breath always got rapid and loud. At first it concerned Harry, but it was only that Louis wasn’t voicing his pleasure out loud, he still felt it just fine. And he loved praising Harry, touching him, letting him know he did a great job and moaning whenever he felt the need to.

And now, alone in the house, locked in a bedroom, with closed windows and blinds, two lovers could share their feelings how they liked best.

Harry took a deep breath and bent a little to kiss his boyfriend. They shared their short breaths, quiet moans and words full of love, staring at each other. Harry's moves got slower but deeper at this angle and Louis let the younger boy use him however he liked.

“You're perfect for me,” Louis said quietly and Harry smiled, his lips a little swollen, cheeks red and eyes glassy. He looked so blissed out but still thrived after hearing Louis' compliment and basked in it.

“I love you,” he whispered and didn't even give Louis a chance to answer, because he leaned in to kiss him again, slowly and sweetly, mixing their ragged breathes even more. Louis knew he didn't even have to answer. He loved how secure they both felt in this relationship, Harry knew Louis loved him and Louis knew Harry loved him too. Louis decided to use this moment to secure his free hand on Harry's arsecheek and squeezed it. He then slowly propped up his legs on the bed and moved his hips up, making Harry immediately loose balance and almost scream into his mouth. The force of it made them break the kiss. Harry's face got buried in Louis' neck and all he could feel now was his warm breath. Harry went almost completely pliant in his arms, only his hips were steady enough so Louis could fuck into him without changing their position too much. He took his hand away from Harry's penis, making him let out a dissatisfied noise and secured it on his hips. If it weren't for the noises, Louis would think he passed out from the way his body suddenly flopped.

He fucked into Harry relentlessly, trying to keep the pace and not to change the angle too much. He knew he found Harry's most sensitive spot the second he raised his hips. And even though this wasn't the most comfortable position, he was determined to continue until Harry was ruined.

And it wasn't that hard to achieve. Maybe a minute later he felt something wet on his shoulder and he suddenly heard Harry's silent sobs. He got a bit wary, as always, but was 99% sure it was a good sign. The first time Louis made Harry cry, he completely panicked and apologised for ages. He felt extremely bad after it turned out, it could happen if he was overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Are you okay?” he asked with a sweet voice, slowing his moves down a little to give Harry a short break and a moment to stop Louis if he wanted to.

He expected an answer, a demand to stop or don't, but instead Harry just nodded frantically, which gave him a green light to continue. He helped Harry move his hips a bit, found a more comfortable position in which he could still reach Harry's most sensitive spot and decided to get them both to orgasm. Judging by Harry's sounds, he wasn't that far from reaching his release.

Harry finally made a move after a while. He moved his hands from Louis chest and shoulders and slowly moved them up to be able to hold onto something, anything. He finally reached his duvet and grabbed it into his fist, taking some of Louis' hair in it and pulling harshly. He didn't seem to notice and Louis didn't have the heart to tell Harry to stop as he also slowly felt his orgasm build up.

He needed to hurry, because another minute in this position will definitely give him a cramp and he just couldn't do it to Harry and himself. He used the springs of the mattress to gain some momentum and make his moves a bit easier, smoother and, what's more important, faster and deeper. He was almost completely fucking in and out of Harry, leaving no room for mistakes.

Harry's body was shaking on his own. He could feel Harry's penis constantly rubbing on his stomach, moved relentlessly by his quick movements.

Louis was also so close, nothing could ever stop him now. His whole team could walk in on them right now and there was no way in hell he would have the will to stop his hips. If so, the thought of getting caught made it even more exciting for him. It was absolutely terrifying, but also felt nice as a controlled thought during moments like these.

He heard yet another loud moan and a quiet sob from Harry. He was wondering what Harry was thinking about right now, if he was even able to form a coherent thought in this state. Louis had no idea if he was crying from pleasure or overstimulation but started to envy him the feeling of something hitting your prostate hard and deep, he missed it and might miss a practice or two to feel it again soon. 

“I'm so- I'm so close,” Harry cried out, or maybe it was only Louis' imagination. But judging from Harry's fists grabbing the bedsheets and tugging on them harder than ever and his muscles going stiff, he really heard that. If Louis were a bit more cruel, he would stop now, edge Harry a bit, but he couldn't force himself to stop now. And he wouldn't be able to do it to his boyfriend when he was so vulnerable right now. It took him another three thrusts to feel Harry's muscles tighten around him. He suddenly shouted and pulled on the sheets, definitely ripping some of Louis' hair out. His body became stiff and Louis could feel a puddle of cum pooling on his stomach under Harry's skirt. The younger boy shuddered hard and cried out once more, unconsciously rubbing his penis between their stomachs.

It was all that took for Louis to follow. He only managed to thrust a few more times before he felt this familiar heat in his stomach. He reached his orgasm with a long, satisfied moan. His hips continued to move to make it last as long as possible and then, finally, stopped and flopped onto the bed. He was no longer holding Harry who followed him and didn't let his dick slip out even for a second. They both moaned one last time when Harry's full bodyweight sat on Louis again. All of their limbs felt heavy, they were sweaty and gross and Louis still had one more reward to get. They should have stuck to two, definitely.

He looked at Harry who shivered one last time and sniffled. He slowly moved his hands up his body, feeling his boyfriend's goosebumps against his fingertips. When he reached Harry's head, he petted his hair for a while and then turned his head to look at him.

“Love? Are you alright?” he asked with a soft voice and kissed his temple. He moved some loose strands of his hair out of the way to be able to look at his face. Harry slowly nuzzled his head more into Louis neck and nodded again.

“'m sore and tired,” he pouted and Louis did too, even though Harry couldn't see it through his closed eyes. Louis slowly reached to his face and wiped wet stains on his cheeks and then hugged Harry more. They both probably were dreading the moment Louis would have to pull out, any movement now will feel like torture.

“Poor baby,” Louis cooed and making Harry smile a little and shake his head.

“I told you not to make me come twice, you asshole,” he said in low voice, with a hint of satisfaction still lingering in it.

“I didn't hear you complain two minutes ago,” Louis retorted, making Harry roll his eyes and finally look up at him. He did indeed look ruined. His hair was damp from sweat and his face also glistened with it. His eyes were still glassy and a bit puffy and dried stains of tears were still visible on his red cheeks. His mouth was still swollen from sucking Louis off and he looked absolutely sinful. Louis would get hard if he wasn't sure he wouldn't be able to have a boner for another week after all that they did today.

“I'm not complaining, it was... intense,” Harry admitted, shrugging, and slowly prepared to get up. His hands slowly moved but when he tried to steady himself, they almost gave up under him. Louis quickly helped him and then slowly rose his torso up to kiss him. Harry kissed him back weakly and sent him a small smile to reassure him he was fine. “Fuck, I don't wanna do this,” he complained, before slowly raising his body to make Louis pull out. He would stay like that forever, but Louis slowly went soft and it was uncomfortable and they both were sore and spent and there wasn't that much lube left there anymore. He winced in pain when Louis finally pulled out and exhaled sharply. He was covered in come-stained clothes that probably stank from their sweat and felt absolutely gross.

Louis did too, even though he was still a bit fascinated by the sight, sounds and smell and everything Harry had to offer. He also winced when Harry raised his body and quickly wrapped his arms around his boyfriend when he snuggled to him again.

“It was worth it, but I'm absolutely knackered,” Harry summed up with a blissful smile.

“Wanna go to sleep? We can bathe in the morning,” Louis proposed, although it probably wasn't a good decision. They'll be even stickier and stink by that time.

“No. Will you carry me to the bathroom? And then fill the bathtub and undress and bathe me? And mayyyybe carry me back to bed?” Harry asked quietly and he sounded so vulnerable Louis couldn't even force himself to jokingly say “no”. He was also relieved, because they were probably done for the day.

“Of course, love,” Louis replied with a smile. He slowly grabbed Harry who winced at every move. He then slowly stood up with them both, barely able to stand straight. Nevertheless, he managed to carry Harry to his bathroom and he slowly sat him on the counter next to the sink. Harry flinched when his entire bodyweight focused on his butt and Louis smiled to himself.

“Stop that, Tomlinson,” Harry said immediately. “Just wait until the season is over.”

“Is that a threat?” 

“It's a promise.”

~*~

Moments later they were both laying naked in hot water and Harry was fighting off his sleep. Louis wasn't any better, because he was sure the moment his head touches the pillow, he'll be gone. 

“Thank you for today,” Louis finally said, earning Harry's attention. The boy looked up at him and smiled.

“It's not over,” he noticed.

Louis shook his head firmly. “No. I can't do one more.”

“Really?” Harry asked and pouted exaggeratedly. “You were so excited about it when we were discussing this.”

“Yeah, but I wasn't ready for you to come dressed like that and suck my brains out in the beginning,” he argued and Harry smiled.

“What did you think I was going to do? Jerk you off thrice? That would be boring.”

“Maybe. But I would be able to handle that,” Louis shrugged.

Harry decided to take advantage of the small bathtub and turned his body around to kiss him. Louis would never refuse a nice kiss but he was still hoping to convince Harry not to make him come again. It's amazing how he didn't look so sleepy anymore now that he could torture Louis. “You'll be able to handle this as well.”

His hands slowly made their wait to Louis' nipples. He twisted them and played with them until they both became hard. It wasn't that difficult. Louis has never given his nipples much thought until he met Harry. It turns out that men's nipples can also be super sensitive and shouldn't be neglected. Harry moved his hands lower and lower and finally stopped just below his belly button. Harry looked at him with a smirk and a determined face and then slowly grabbed his soft dick.

Louis muscles suddenly clenched in a futile attempt to fight the sensation, but soon enough he relaxed his body again.

“I'm telling you, I can't even get hard anymore,” he tried again, but he didn't really do much to fight his boyfriend off. He knew what to do if he really didn't want this to happen and he was sure Harry would respect that, but a part of him was excited to test his limits. 

“We'll see about that,” Harry insisted and rested his body comfortably on Louis chest. His hand slowly started tugging on Louis' penis, up and down, with moderate pressure. They had all the time in the world. “I'm so proud of you,” he finally stated.

“For what?” Louis frowned, because he didn't do anything in the last 30 seconds to hear these words.

“The match,” Harry explained simply and looked up at him. “You know I still barely grasp the rules but I think you're a great player. Definitely the best on the field.”

“I wouldn't say that,” Louis said finally, avoiding Harry's stare and trying to hide how his cheeks were becoming slightly red.

“Because you are modest. I'm not saying that, because I'm your boyfriend. I just think the way you can run the whole field with the ball and then shoot a goal is incredible. You know I've been trying to learn as much as I can. I've watched so many videos of famous footballers I can't really stand it anymore and you've been utilising so many of their greatest moves. If I can see that, everyone who has at least some knowledge will,” he promised, newer slowing down his hand. He wanted Louis to focus on the conversation, not on the fact Harry was challenging his refractory period.

“It's years of practice, Harry. The lads are great too,” Louis argued, shrugging.

“Maybe. But no one is as dedicated as you. You take it seriously and everyone can see it on the field. That's why you became the captain and that's why everyone loves you. Well, this and your great looks,” he winked and Louis rolled his eyes.

“I just... I really love it, Harry, you know? I want this to work out,” he admitted desperately and Harry slowly nodded his head. He gave him a short peck on the mouth and smiled.

“I believe it will. You just have to keep pushing. And I can't wait to travel to see you play bigger fields next year. I'll be taking my homework with me,” he giggled.

“Good. Wouldn't want you to fall behind,” Louis answered, shifting his hips a little, because despite his unwillingness, he was slowly getting hard again. Harry noticed that too, judging by his smug smile.

“Mhm. And then maybe you'll be sold a to a better team and play stadiums. And I'll always be somewhere there, admiring the way you play with ease. And I'll be visiting you on my days off from uni and you'll be telling me all about these defence techniques your coach will be making you do. And I'll be pretending to listen but all I'll be able to focus on will be your body, because I'll still be very in love and very horny,” he admitted with a smile. “But in the end I'll be able to recall of you just told me and pretend to understand advanced football. And then, one day, when the world gets better, we'll be able to tell everyone who's been there for you all the time and you'll loose all of your female fans and 90% of male fans who are gonna find out they cannot be with you.”

“Yeah? You think everyone's gonna want me?” he raised his eyebrow, a bit amused. Harry really had a high opinion of him. 

“Well, I'll be a little offended if they won't,” he said, kissing his neck lazily and moving his hand faster now that he had a better grip.

Louis closed his eyes and leaned his head on the verge of the bathtub. He slowly exhaled and just let Harry take care of him. He really dreamt about their future together and hoped at least half of what Harry was saying will come true. He slowly raised his hand and started petting Harry's hair, loving this calm evening. Well, what they were doing 15 minutes ago wasn't so calm but everything else about their day was peaceful and fulfilling. 

He felt Harry's other hand on his thigh and smiled, letting his boyfriend explore every centimetre. Suddenly his hand got dangerously close to his hole and he raised his head to talk to Louis.

“Will it harm your morning jog if I finger you now?” he asked quietly and Louis suddenly opened his eyes and almost choked on air. They agreed to refrain from it, so Louis can train whenever he needs to, without feeling any aftermath of the nights before, but, honestly, it was a jog. It wasn’t even a part of his training programme, he wanted to do it.

“No, not really,” he decided. At least it’ll be easier for him to come that way.

“Great,” Harry smiled and pushed the tip of his finger into Louis. He knew it would be easier and way more comfortable for him with some lube, but he was honestly too lazy to get it. And he only needed one finger in to put pressure on his prostate so Louis’ll live.

Louis didn't need to be told twice or encouraged. He slowly sat a bit lower in the bath and put both of his legs on the edges. Harry slowly sat in a more comfortable position to be able to better focus on pleasuring his boyfriend. He focused on moving his wrist, smiling when he heard Louis breath go faster again. They both are gonna sleep like babies today and honestly, he doesn't remember when he was that excited to finally go to bed.

“Can I make you feel good as well?,” he asked, shifting his position a bit more and Harry laughed.

“You did. Twice.”

“I know, but it's only fair if it's even.”

“I didn't even play any match.”

“Yeah but you've been very supportive and you deserve to come one more time with me,” Louis argued and Harry shook his head with a smile.

“You're unbelievable.”

“So, is that a yes?”

“Hm... I'll make you a deal. I have 15 finals to take this year,” he said. “After that we're going to go on vacation for a week and have sex as many times as I score 95% or more. If you agree you can make me come one more time today,” he proposed.

“15 times in 7 days? That's twice a day, that's not even a challenge!” he boasted and Harry laughed once again.

“You think so, because we don't usually do it every day.”

“I know, that's a shame.”

“Yeah? You'd get bored of me.”

“Never,” he immediately put his arms around Harry who somehow slipped his whole finger inside while they were talking. “I could spend my entire lifetime in your bedroom, making love to you, listening to you talk about everything you find inspiring. I hope you get 100% on all of your exams so we can have motivation to fuck multiple times a day, in every position that's ever existed.”

“Deal.” Harry laughed again, even though his laugh died a little when he felt Louis' hand on his dick.