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Louis has always been a go with the flow type of person. He’s always just let his life play out and see where it leads. He’s never been one to have a mapped out blueprint of what his future would look like.
But even he has to admit that he didn’t have ‘get a vampire, club owning boyfriend who lives in a high rise in Chelsea’ on his life’s bingo card.
Boyfriend. That’s an interesting choice of words for his brain to use. He’s always hated that term, but partner is even worse. So he usually opts to avoid the whole thing and not label it at all.
Although, he supposes in this case boyfriend kind of fits. They’ve been seeing each other for just under a year now. And while he’ll never admit it to Niall, who constantly teases him about it, he does actually spend more time at Harry’s than in his own flat. Just last week his landlord asked if he was even still living there.
He pulls the duvet a little tighter around his neck. So the bed is nicer here, sue him. Also, there's Harry which is an added bonus.
As if almost on cue, Harry glides into the room with two steaming mugs in either hand. “Morning little one, sleep well?”
Louis nods while making grabby hands at the mug Harry holds out to him. Harry chuckles and passes him the mug of tea. Prepared just the way Louis likes it. Harry lets him take a sip before leaning in to give him a kiss. Louis wrinkles his nose, but returns the kiss anyway.
Harry pulls away to settle himself in bed next to Louis. “I probably have terrible morning breath, haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”
Harry just shrugs. “Doesn’t bother me. I drink your blood remember? Not that picky about what goes in my mouth love.”
Louis snorts. “How do you manage to make everything sound dirty? Now I’m sitting here getting turned on by a conversation about bad breath.”
Harry grins before leaning in for another kiss. This one is significantly deeper with more tongue.
Louis whines when he finally pulls away. “Speaking of blood, you haven’t fed since yesterday morning have you?”
Harry hums his answer and suddenly Louis recognizes the faint red circle lining Harry’s green iris’.
“Right. Yesterday morning in the shower, that was fun.”
Louis rolls his eyes, but it’s all for show. Harry’s right, it was fun. He’d orgasmed so hard Harry had to carry him back to bed so he could recover. Nearly didn’t make it to work on time.
Louis isn’t Harry’s only blood supply, but he does donate a significant amount on a regular basis. Other than him, Harry relies on blood bags or woodland creatures. He’d actually been against regularly feeding from Louis at first, claiming he didn’t want to take advantage.
But he was persuaded pretty quickly when he realized just how turned on Louis gets by it. It’s turned out to be a very mutually beneficial arrangement.
“You must be starving.”
Harry just shrugs, “had a glass of blood at the club last night since I knew you were going to be working late on your thesis. So I’m ok for now.”
He’s full of shit.
Louis can tell for sure now, can see it in his body language that he needs to feed. Harry does this sometimes, denies himself blood. Almost like he’s testing himself, seeing how long he can last. Kind of like a game.
Normally Louis just tells him to get over himself and presents his neck, but he doesn’t really feel like doing that today.
Louis likes games too.
He nods as if he agrees with the complete lie Harry’s just told him. “Alright then, you should be good until after the party right?”
He’ll be an absolute mess by then, and they both know it.
Harry nods tersely. If there’s one thing Louis knows for sure, it’s that Harry Styles doesn’t back down from a challenge. “Should be fine, yeah.”
Louis knows it’s a little risky to be doing something like this when they’ll be around other people all day, but he also knows that they’ll be at the club, where Harry always keeps a fresh supply of blood bags on hand, if worst comes to worst.
Besides, the danger is half the fun.
Louis drains the rest of his tea, before handing the empty mug to Harry. “Alright then, I’ll just pop in the shower then we can go yeah?”
Harry nods distractedly as Louis rolls out of bed. He smirks to himself as he heads into the bathroom.
Today is going to be fun.
***
They’re currently standing outside Harry’s building waiting for a car to come pick them up and take them to the club. They’ve only been on the pavement for a few minutes, but Harry hasn’t stopped grumbling once.
“Who even has a costume party for their stag-do anyway?”
Louis rolls his eyes. “We’re talking about Niall and Bressie here Harry, what’d you expect? A nice subtle affair with wine and cheese? It’s not every day a warlock marries a werewolf you know.”
Harry doesn’t answer, just shakes his head fondly.
Louis’d actually been extremely nervous the first time he’d introduced Harry to his friends. It’s not that Harry isn’t personable, Louis’ pretty sure he could charm the pants off of anyone in under 10 seconds flat. But he’s the first new person Louis’ let into his life for a very long time.
However, it had soon become clear that Louis’ worries were completely unfounded because it had taken all of two seconds for Niall and Harry to get into a lively discussion about which brand of golf ball is the best.
It’s starting to look like Harry fits perfectly in Louis’ life in just about every possible way.
Louis smiles to himself before reaching up to playfully pinch one of Harry’s blush dusted cheeks. “You’re the one that offered to host the party at your club.”
Harry winces at the pinch, even though it would take a lot more than that to actually hurt a centuries old vampire.
“I agreed to host the party because I’m a good friend, and an even better boyfriend.”
For some reason Louis doesn’t hate that word when Harry says it. In fact, he feels a little warm tingle in his belly. Probably something he ate.
Louis huffs, but it’s all for show. “Besides, don’t act like you don’t love throwing a good bash.”
Harry nods absently while looking down at his own attire. “But why’d you get to be the wizard?”
Louis can’t help but smirk as he steps back to fully take in Harry’s look. The blue and white checkered dress dotted in little cherries and strawberries is clinging to him in all the right places. It falls at his mid-thigh over cherry red tights and contrasts beautifully with the boots custom made to look like blue knee high socks and ruby red slippers. As any good Dorothy should have.
The whole look is completed with a perfectly tied bow matching the pattern of the dress fastened neatly at the crown of his head and nestled among his short but curly brown locks.
There is just something about the tattoos on Harry’s chiseled arms peeking out from under the frilly white lace edges of the sleeves, and the big chunky gold rings on his large masculine fingers wrapped delicately around the handle of the wicker basket holding a fake Toto puppy that just really does it for Louis.
Louis’ own look is slightly more understated but just as elegant. He’s wearing a full three piece tuxedo. The black coat has long tails, paired with neatly pressed emerald green trousers, an oversized green velvet bow tie hanging around his neck, and the entire thing is polished off with a black top hat. It’s a look worthy of the Wizard of Oz.
Louis sees the black town car turning the corner and heading their way. He grins mischievously before pushing himself on his toes to murmur in Harry’s ear “I get to be the wizard because I’m the one pulling the strings.”
He’s not entirely sure if the dazed expression on Harry’s face is from the bloodlust or Louis’ words. Probably both.
Louis just smirks before grabbing Harry by the crisp white lapel of his dress and pulling him into the waiting car.
“Come along Dorothy, we’ve got to get you to Oz.”
***
They’ve just gotten to the club and Harry is already restless. Louis can tell, because he’s watched him rearrange the same place setting on one of the tables three times now. He had it right the first time, now he’s got the salad fork on the wrong side of the plate.
Louis’ about to tell him as much when he sees a flash of blonde hair in his peripheral vision, a split second before he nearly gets knocked on his ass by a bear hug.
Niall is still grinning when he finally lets Louis go.
Louis takes one look at the headband sporting puppy ears and the black collar hanging around Niall’s neck before snorting out a laugh. He can’t hide the amusement in his voice. “Really, you came as a dog?”
Niall just nods while grinning brightly. “Yep! And Bres is a witch. It’s hilarious!”
Louis just laughs while shaking his head fondly.
“Can you believe it Lou, I’m actually engaged! I really tricked a man into wanting to spend his life with me.”
Louis giggles. “And not just any man, a werewolf no less. Think you get extra points for that mate.”
Niall’s grin gets bigger. “You’re right, I’m amazing.”
They both laugh then, but Louis watches as Niall looks over Louis’ shoulder before his eyes get wide.
“Whoa, what did you do to Harry? He’s looking at you like he wants to eat you.”
Louis scrunches his brows in worry before sneaking a glance behind himself.
He must admit, Harry is looking rather feral. Oops.
Louis may have pushed him a little far this time, but what’s the point of having a Vampire for a boyfriend if he can’t have a little fun with it every now and then?
He turns back to Niall and shrugs nonchalantly. “He’s a vampire Niall, that’s just his face.”
Niall scoffs. “Ok, this is obviously some sex thing that I don’t need to know the details about. But please just keep it in your pants until after the party yeah?”
Louis’ about to retort when a large figure appears next to Niall sliding a muscular arm covered in dark ink around his waist.
Bressie would probably be intimidating to anyone who didn’t know him. He’s tall and muscular, and carries himself like an Alpha. He can certainly be tough when he needs to be, but the truth is he’s a bit of a teddy bear.
Even though he’s practically a foot shorter than him, Niall’s had Bressie wrapped around his finger since the moment they met in a crowded pub nearly 3 years ago. Louis’ pretty sure Niall drunkenly convinced Bressie to give him a piggyback ride home that night. They’ve been inseparable ever since.
Bressie’s large frame is probably why he looks extra ridiculous in the long black velvet dress he’s sporting. The look is pulled together with a pointy black witch’s hat. Niall’s idea, no doubt.
Louis gives him a big grin. “Hey Bres, happy stag-do!”
Bressie returns his smile. “Thanks Lou. Feeling like a very lucky man.”
He turns and presses a gentle kiss to Niall’s temple while Louis makes exaggerated gagging noises. Niall rolls his eyes, but Bressie just grins.
“And thanks again to you and Harry for hosting the party.” He sweeps his gaze across the room. “Everything looks amazing.”
Louis nods. “Of course! To be fair, Harry did most of it but I’m happy to take the credit.”
They all three chuckle at that, but then Louis sees Bressie’s muscles visibly tense suddenly.
He’s spotted Harry then.
Although things are starting to shift and their world is becoming more inclusive as a whole, there’s still centuries old rivalries and simple biology that can often get in the way. For that reason, vampires and werewolves don’t typically run in the same circles.
It was one of the reasons Louis was so nervous when he’d first introduced Harry to their friend group. But Harry and Bressie both took it in stride. Just removing themselves from the situation if they ever felt their more animal-like instincts taking over.
It’s completely understandable that seeing a vampire in the throes of bloodlust would make Bressie nervous. Louis really should have thought of that.
Louis watches as Bressie physically tries to make himself relax. Niall really did snag a good one. “Umm, is Harry ok? He looks a little… off.”
Niall just gives Bressie’s shoulder a consoling pat. “Don’t worry about it love. It’s a sex thing.”
Louis snorts. “It’s not a sex thing Niall. He’s just a little tired is all.”
It’s totally a sex thing.
Niall and Bressie both look completely unconvinced.
Niall’s shaking his head, but there’s an affectionate look on his face. He focuses his gaze in the direction of Harry before raising a hand and snapping his fingers once.
Louis narrows his eyes at him suspiciously. “What did you just do?” Louis loves Niall very much, and he trusts him with his life, but personally he strongly dislikes magic. Doesn’t trust the power and the unpredictability of it. Niall knows that and usually refrains from using it around Louis. Usually.
Niall just grins. “Oh nothing, just had a muscle spasm I think.”
Louis hardens his face into a glare. “Niall.”
Niall sighs rolling his eyes. “It’s just a little protection spell is all. If Harry would happen to get too out of control it will render him unconscious until he can be moved somewhere safe. It will wear off by tomorrow morning, promise.”
Bressie looks extremely relieved, and Louis must admit he is too. As much fun as it is to play with Harry like this it’s reassuring to know he won’t be able to accidentally hurt himself or others.
He lunges forward to wrap his arms around Niall’s neck and press a grateful kiss to his cheek. “Thanks Ni, you’re the best.”
Niall pretends to look put-out by the kiss, but he can’t hide the grin on his face. He wraps his own arms around Louis’ middle and gives him a squeeze. “I’ve always got your back Lou, you know that.” He pauses to give Louis a cheeky wink. “Even when you choose to do some weird foreplay thing in the middle of my Stag-do.”
Louis snorts out a laugh before reaching over to pull Bressie into their hug. “Congratulations again you two, I’m so fucking happy for you guys.”
They’re pulled out of the moment by a loud voice approaching them. “Is this an open group hug? Can anyone join?”
Louis chuckles as he pulls away from Niall and Bressie. “No way, my favorite fairy deserves her own hug.”
He only met Lizzo last year when she started teaching music at the University of Magics where Louis teaches mythical literature, but they bonded instantly. With her infectious personality and mischievous sense of humor, it was inevitable.
Lizzo cackles before pulling him in. He accepts the hug easily but tries to keep his face away from hers to avoid the green face paint. He takes a step back to get a better look at her fake pointy ears and tan robe. “Baby Yoda. Cute.”
Lizzo grins, “you know me. I consider every costume party a challenge to be the most fabulous one here.”
Louis chuckles. “Well you’ve definitely achieved it.”
She gives him a playful wink. “Think your boyfriend is giving me a run for my money though. How’d you get him to wear that anyway?”
Niall snorts. “Lou can be very persuasive.”
Louis rolls his eyes. “The Wizard of Oz theme was Harry’s idea.”
Lizzo laughs. “Of course it was.”
She frowns then, slightly. “He did look a little tense though. I saw Shawn accidentally bump into a table and I thought Harry was going to throttle him. Is he ok?”
Louis does his best to suppress his frown. He knows Harry would never actually hurt Shawn. Not only is Shawn one of Louis’ favorite students at University but he’s also a fledgling Vampire who was turned by Harry when he had been involved in a fatal accident. The sire bond is one that runs deep. Harry’s increasing agitation is a bit worrisome though.
“It’s a sex thing.” Niall and Bressie answer in unison.
Louis groans. “Bloody Hell, it is not.”
Lizzo completely ignores him and instead squeals and claps her hands in glee. “Ooh you have to tell me. Is it a punishment? Was he a bad boy and you’re withholding blood to teach him a lesson?” She wiggles her brows comically as Niall and Bressie disintegrate into laughter.
Louis tries his best to look annoyed but he can’t help the small smile that slips out. “Everyone shut up, I’m not having this discussion with you guys.”
Lizzo chuckles. “I’m going to let you off the hook this time, but only so you can go rescue Liam and Zayn from your man.”
Louis glances behind himself again to spot harry at one of the tables and aiming a very openly hostile glare at his two oldest friends sitting across from him.
He groans internally before turning back around and pressing a kiss to Lizzo’s green cheek. “Cheers love, I’ll take the free pass.” He waves to Niall and Bressie. “Congrats again you guys.”
He can still hear Lizzo laughing along to something Niall has said while he snakes his way through the tables that have been placed on the club’s main dance floor for the party.
The table still looks tense by the time he gets there, but it doesn’t appear that any damage has been done yet. He doesn’t even bother to pull up a chair, instead just settles himself in Harry’s lap.
Personally, Louis’ never been a big fan of PDA. But Harry is slightly possessive on a good day, get him hungry and someone so much as looking at Louis can set him off. Louis’ learned that getting right up in Harry’s space can calm him. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t secretly like the way that Harry’s arm instinctually wraps protectively around Louis’ middle.
Louis looks across the table at Liam and Zayn. They appear to be dressed the same way they always look, sharp monochrome suits tailored to perfection. He tilts his head to the side. “What are you guys supposed to be?”
Liam has the audacity to look offended. “We’re secret service agents.”
Zayn nods along beside him. “Duh.”
It’s then that Louis notices the little earpieces they each have placed in one ear. Louis snorts, “a little on the nose don’t you think?”
Despite being slightly younger than Harry, they’re the only two vampires in London that have been here as long has he has. The three of them have been inseparable for centuries. When Harry opened Enigma many years ago it only made sense to enlist Liam and Zayn to help him with security.
Liam only shrugs while Louis continues to laugh. He then tilts his head back slightly to look at Harry. “So what have you boys been talking about without me?”
Harry merely grunts in response, so Liam jumps in. “Zayn and I were just saying how great this place looks. You and Harry did a really great job getting ready for the party Lou.”
He’s obviously lying. For one thing, his jaw always does this weird tick thing when he’s nervous or not telling the truth. And for another, Zayn hasn’t looked Louis in the eyes once since he joined the table.
Louis reaches down to squeeze Harry on the knee. “Love, why don’t you go get us some drinks? I’d love some champagne.”
Harry looks hesitant, but eventually nods and lets Louis scramble out of his lap so that he can get up. He presses a gentle kiss to Louis’ cheek. “Be right back little one.”
Louis sits back down in the chair and waits just until Harry is out of earshot to turn back to the other side of the table. “Alright, spill.”
To their credit, they both look surprised. Zayn puts his hands up in a sort of surrender motion. “What do you mean?”
Louis just rolls his eyes. “Oh c’mon I’m not an idiot. I know you guys weren’t talking about table decorations before I walked over here.”
They both look at each other then, almost nervously. Finally Liam speaks. “Look Louis, I don’t really know how to say this so I’m just going to come out with it.”
He fiddles for a moment with the tablecloth while Louis holds his breath. “Harry’s in bloodlust. Like…bad.”
Louis lets out a startled laugh. “Is that all?”
The other men look surprised. Zayn raises a brow. “You knew?”
Louis nods, still chuckling to himself a little. “I may be human, but might I remind you that I teach at a University for the magical and the mythical. Not to mention that I’ve been dating a vampire for a year. I think I know what bloodlust looks like you guys.”
Liam still looks confused. “But… but why didn’t you do anything about it before the party then?”
Louis does his best to keep his expression in check. “Well, if you must know Harry was trying to act all macho and pretend like he didn’t need blood. So I decided to be stubborn about providing it.” He gestures vaguely in front of himself with his hand. “A battle of the wills, if you will.”
Louis watches as some sort of recognition passes over both of their faces, before Zayn snorts. “So it’s a sex thing?”
Louis shakes his head determinedly. “No! Why does everyone think that?”
Liam is chuckling to himself. “Well then that explains why he acted like he wanted to rip our throats out earlier. I was scared we had actually pissed him off somehow.”
Louis feels himself blush crimson against his own will.
The first night that Louis had met Harry he’d actually met Liam and Zayn first. And through a series of misunderstandings he’d almost ended up hooking up with them instead of Harry.
Nothing had happened. And obviously Harry knows that Louis would never betray him, especially not with his best friends. But when he’s a little less in control, those feelings of jealousy tend to flare a little hotter.
Louis glances behind himself and sees Harry on his way back towards them with the drinks. And damn does he look good in that dress.
Suddenly he realizes that Harry is not the only one being denied here, he’s ready to get fucked now.
He turns back to Liam and Zayn. “I’m going to handle this. You guys will keep an eye on the party yeah?”
They both nod without hesitation and Louis grins.
Harry makes his way over to them and hands Louis the champagne glass, a glass of whiskey in his other hand for himself.
He makes a move to sit back down, but Louis shakes his head. “Come along darling, we need to go get that thing from the back.”
Harry scrunches his brow in confusion. “What thing?”
As much as he wants to laugh, he keeps an even smile on his face. “You know, the special surprise.”
Harry actually doesn’t know, because Louis just made it up. But he nods dutifully anyway. A look of faked recognition passes over his face. “Oh right, yes of course.”
Louis’ in love with a full idiot and he’s never been happier.
Louis just grins before turning back to the table, “excuse us lads. We need to go take care of something.”
Zayn rolls his eyes and Liam is trying but failing to hide his embarrassed blush, but they both nod anyway.
Louis gives them a mock salute, and then rests his hand on Harry’s lower back to guide him through the crowd.
Once they make it to the edge of the room they pause to silently down their drinks. The fizz of the champagne burns Louis’ nose a bit, but he has a feeling he’s going to need his hands free soon.
They deposit their empty glasses on the bar and then head through the double doors that lead to the back of the club.
They no more than make it into the hallway before Louis gets his back shoved up against the wall. His hands fly up to Harry’s shoulders, but only so he can steady himself. He’s not scared, just surprised.
Harry’s body is pressed against his own, their faces only inches apart. Louis can feel his warm breath against his cheek when he speaks. “What’s the surprise?”
Louis lets out a surprised chuckle. “Thought you said you knew what it was?”
Louis watches as Harry’s eyes flash red at the challenge, and it makes his stomach flip. In the best way.
“Was bluffing. Need you to tell me.” His words are starting to slur a bit, and Louis knows it’s not from the whiskey.
Harry’s waited long enough, he’s decided. He turns his head to the side, so that his neck is more exposed and whispers “thought you might be getting thirsty.”
Harry lets out a growl and then his lips are attached to Louis’ neck. Sucking what are sure to be dark marks into his skin. Louis clutches harder at the material of Harry’s dress and moans.
Harry is murmuring against his skin now. “You know what’s crazy?”
It takes Louis a moment to realize that he’s expected to answer, but he eventually lets out of questioning mumble in response.
“That room in there is filled with mythical and magical creatures of all kinds. Warlocks, werewolves, witches, vampires. And yet…”
He pauses to scrape his fangs along Louis’ pulse point. It’s not enough to break the skin, but it makes Louis’ heart rate spike instantly.
“You, my beautiful human, are the most powerful person here. Can have me on me knees anytime you want.”
Louis groans and his knees nearly buckle, both from Harry’s words and the way he’s started to teasingly nibble Louis’s neck.
Louis lifts a hand to tangle his fingers in Harry’s curls. He tugs at his hair until Harry’s looking into his eyes again and Louis notices that his pupils have fully turned to black. Heat burns in Louis’ gut.
“Need you to bite me Harry. Fuck me, please.”
Harry growls again, and runs the pad of his thumb along Louis’ neck. He presses into the marks that are already blooming there. “I don’t know little one, think I might like to make you wait a bit now.”
Louis lets out a strangled moan. It’s an empty threat, he’s pretty sure. But then again, Harry’s nothing if not stubborn. Luckily, Louis knows ways around that.
He tightens his grip on Harry’s curls and gives a sharp tug making him growl. “That’s fine love, sure I can find someone else to help me. Liam and Zayn maybe?”
That one is definitely an empty threat, but predictably it works like a charm.
He hears a low deadly growl and then the next thing he knows he’s naked and laying on black satin sheets.
They’re in the bedroom of the small living quarters that Harry keeps in the back of the club.
Louis has fully lost count of how many times Harry has used his Vampire speed to pull this exact stunt. He’d probably be annoyed by it if he didn’t find it so damn sexy.
Harry’s standing next to the bed just staring at Louis like he wants to eat him alive. And well, not that far off the mark probably.
Harry’s lost his clothes too, but the bow is still nestled albeit crookedly in his curls and the makeup still on his face. That was probably done on purpose Louis reckons.
Bastard.
Louis takes a moment to just enjoy the view he’s been given. Harry has a gorgeous body, and an even prettier cock. And Louis would really love to have that inside him now.
He rolls over onto his side so that he’s facing Harry, his head propped up on his hand. “You poof me in here just to look at me then?”
Next thing he knows he’s on his back again with Harry straddling his hips. Harry leans down and bites playfully at his right nipple. Louis feels a flash of white hot heat in his gut.
Harry’s face is hovering over Louis’ chest now. He tilts his head upwards to look at Louis with those dark eyes that make Louis’ toes curl. “No little one, I poofed you in here so that I could get a taste.”
He leans down then and starts tracing his tongue along Louis’ It Is What It Is tattoo all without ever breaking eye contact.
Louis lets out a guttural moan from deep in his throat.
Jesus, Louis’s not entirely sure when it happened but he’s completely lost all control of the situation.
This is Harry’s show now. And Louis can’t wait to watch.
Harry’s moved on now to planting a line of kisses all the way down Louis’ tummy.
Louis fists his hands in the sheets. This is always Harry’s favorite part, he loves to drag it out until Louis is a pleading mess. It drives him absolutely mad every time.
He switches back to licking when he reaches Louis’ happy trail, and Louis arches his back off the mattress as much as he can under Harry’s weight. He lets out an involuntary whine when Harry suddenly licks along his v-line.
Louis throws his head back against the mattress. “H, stop teasing.”
Harry scrambles backwards so that he’s now positioned on the mattress between Louis’ legs and he spreads them out a little wider to give himself more room. “Not teasing love, tasting.”
He leans down then and without warning licks a stripe over Louis’ rim. Louis lets out a surprised squeal, and suddenly it feels like his skin is on fire.
Harry is now using those big hands of his to spread Louis’ cheeks open. His cool touch is almost like ice on Louis’ feverish skin. “Always taste so fucking good little one, can never get enough of you.”
He leans down then, but he isn’t teasing anymore. He laves long strokes with his tongue over Louis’ entrance, before pushing all the way in.
Louis is making noises that would probably be embarrassing, if his brain wasn’t already short circuiting. Harry’s an expert when it comes to rimming, he jokes that it comes from centuries of practice. But Louis knows what it really is.
Harry licks into him like he wants to devour him, like he’s a starved man that’s finally able to taste for the first time. He’s thrusting his tongue inside of Louis like he needs it to survive.
There’s a loud whimpering filling up the room and it takes Louis a second to realize it’s coming from his own mouth. Harry pulls away then and Louis whines. Harry leans back down a places a soft kiss on Louis’ entrance. “It’s ok love, going to fuck you now.”
He leans over and grabs the bottle of lube that’s conveniently waiting on the bedside table. Louis watches as he slicks up his fingers, not even bothering to take off his rings first. Louis would probably moan about it if he was in a better frame of mind. As it is, all he can think about is how sexy it is. That Harry needs him so badly, can’t even take a few seconds to slide them off his fingers.
And suddenly he feels a slick finger at his entrance. It doesn’t take long before it slides inside. He’s already a little open from Harry’s tongue, but it still burns deliciously as it slides in. Louis arches his back again and moans.
Harry doesn’t waste any time, finding his prostate almost immediately. Louis keens as Harry massages into that bundle of nerves making him see white. It doesn’t take long before he adds another finger.
Harry’s started muttering under his breath. It’s nearly incoherent, but the bits that Louis can make out are about Louis’ taste, how Harry needs it to live.
It’s a bit much, but Louis’ always been a sucker for dramatics… so he’ll allow it.
He whines when Harry takes his fingers out, but then he sees Harry grab the lube again. Harry’s about to be inside of him, finally.
Harry lines himself up before leaning down to catch Louis’ lips in a bruising kiss. When he starts to push in, Louis lets out a moan that gets lost in Harry’s mouth.
It’s been a whole year, but Louis doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to it. Just how full Harry makes him feel. It’s intoxicating.
Harry nips playfully at his bottom lip before pulling away. He leans down to lick across Louis’ pulse point and it burns like icy fire. Harry’s mumbling into his skin. “Going to bite you now baby, need you so fucking bad. Can’t live without it.”
Louis’ hand is embedded in his curls again. “Can take whatever you want H. M’ yours.”
Harry growls possessively and then bites down hard.
Suddenly Louis’ vision has gone blank and he’s floating in ecstasy.
When he comes back to consciousness he realizes that he’s already come, but he’s well on the way to halfway hard again.
Harry’s still pounding into him which is a sharp contrast to the way that he’s gently licking the wound on his neck.
He tugs hard on Harry’s locks. “Want you to fill me up H.”
Harry groans in response. “Going to fill you up so good baby, make you so fucking full you’ll cry.”
Louis rolls his eyes. Cry one time during sex and you never hear the end of it. He would retort, but he’s kind of getting dicked to within an inch of his life so that will have to wait.
Finally after a particularly hard jab that makes Louis shriek Harry is stilling his movements and Louis feels flooded with warmth.
Louis is expecting Harry to stay where he is for awhile, since that’s kind of his thing. He likes to keep Louis full as long as he can.
So he’s surprised when he feels Harry pulling out. He lets out a little questioning whimper, but Harry just places a gentle kiss to his knee.
“Need to taste some more.”
Before Louis can even really process that statement Harry’s mouth is taking Louis' length all the way down.
Louis keens, fisting both hands in Harry’s hair. Louis can tell that he’s going to come embarrassingly fast. Harry is way too good with that stupidly big mouth.
Louis can’t help but buck his hips, but Harry doesn’t do anything to stop him. Just lets him fuck his mouth as much as he needs to.
Harry does something magical with his tongue on Louis’ head, and before he knows it he’s coming again with a shout.
Harry works him through it, until Louis eventually has to push him off.
He watches with drooping eyes as Harry crawls up the bed so that he’s laying pressed as close to Louis’ body as he physically can.
He gently thumbs along the bite mark on Louis’ neck. “Alright little one?”
Louis smiles and nods sleepily. “All good H. What about you? Was that enough or do you want me to go grab you a blood bag?”
Harry shakes his head immediately. “Don’t need anything little one, just you.”
Louis grins before leaning in for a kiss. “Good answer Dorothy.”
Harry chuckles before flipping Louis over so that he pull him to his chest and whisper huskily in his ear. “Always home when I’m with you. And there’s no place like home.”
It’s disgustingly cheesy, but Louis will allow it this one time.
He falls asleep wrapped in Harry’s arms with a stupid smile on his face.