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Their bodies were pressed against one another. Louis's lips were against his neck, their fingers intertwined on the white sheets. The air was a delicious mix of vanilla, sweat and sex. Something that smelled like them. Louis's forearms were on each side of his head, his hot breath slapping at his skin. Sweat was pooling on his chest, his thighs twitching against his hips. His thrusts slow and deep. The familiar heat was running up and down his body.
"Louis…"
Harry woke up suddenly, his heart beating rapidly in his chest, his fingers clutching the pillow. His hips were moving fast against the mattress and he moaned weakly. He frowned, wondering why he was still wearing his pajamas, on his stomach and not filled with Louis's cock. He was slapped with the realization that it was a dream. It was only a dream. He could have cried with frustration. He hadn't had a wet dream in months and it had felt so real, he was sure he could feel Louis's fingertips pressed to his waist. He felt a bit disorientated, and didn't know where he was. There was soft light coming through the curtains and he could hear the sound of rain lashing at the windows. He stopped rutting against the bed as if he were an animal and took a deep breath in. He glanced at the little clock on the nightstand. It was barely 7 a.m. He turned on his back, looking at the ceiling. He didn't remember the hotel room being this pretty, with dark beams and a vintage ceiling pendant. He almost jumped when he heard a soft snore next to him. He turned his head to the side and spotted his husband next to him, his back turned to him. He moved a little and the sheet fell on his arm, revealing his round and soft shoulder. Harry smiled widely. He was not in an impersonal hotel room, one of the ones that would put tears in his eyes and make him miss home more than ever. He was not at home either, though being with Louis was always home. No, he remembered now. They were on a mini break in the countryside.
They had arrived in Lakeland Valley late the day before, so late that Harry didn't even remember taking off his clothes and slipping in his fresh pajamas before going to sleep. Surely Louis had helped him. They had rented out a small cottage near the forest for a week, especially choosing something far away from all kinds of habitations, activities and people. They couldn't see each other for a few weeks due to their busy schedules, packed with concerts, interviews and festivals, so when Louis had suggested they could take a few days off to recharge their batteries in the British countryside, Harry had jumped on the occasion.
After so many tiring concerts in cities that never slept, he just wanted to discover verdant landscapes and history-filled villages with stories dating back centuries. Little Canwood Cottage looked a little spooky from the outside, but its interiors were filled with cozy designs that looked so comforting that Harry had immediately rented it out after seeing the pictures on Airbnb. It was surrounded by beautiful countryside views, and the traditional-meets-modern decor exuded such peacefulness and tranquility that Harry had counted the weeks, the days, the hours until they reached it after the five hour drive. It was situated in High Lorton, far from London and the agitation of the city. Here in Lorton, there were just forests, fields and lakes. Everything they needed to disconnect from their lives and spend their days watching Netflix, taking long walks and making love in front of a blazing fire.
Making love in front of a blazing fire. That was something Harry really wanted to do right now. He was still hard as a rock, his erection almost painful. He couldn't take his eyes off Louis, who was still sleeping deeply, his back moving up and down with each breath. There were goosebumps on his skin and Harry pulled the sheet over his shoulder, leaving a soft kiss on the small space between his neck and shoulder. The simple feeling of Louis's skin under his lips was enough to make his cock twitch. But Louis was exhausted after his long tour and he needed to rest. And Harry was sure that Louis would absolutely kill him if he woke him up this early during their long-awaited break anyway.
Harry ran a hand over his face, rubbing his tired eyes. He would have loved to go back to sleep, but he was simply too turned on to do so. He pushed the sheets back and got out of bed. He walked to the window and pushed the curtain to the side. Outside, the weather was horrible: the sky was clouded with dark grey, almost black clouds, the lash of the wind made the golden leaves fly about in the back garden and the rain was dampening the green grass. It was the typical weather of October. It was the season Harry loved the most, when he could live slowly and quietly. It was the best time of the year to bake dark and white chocolate cookies, drink hot cocoa with a dollop of honey and snuggle on the couch while binge watching autumn movies.
Harry went to the little en-suite bathroom and was taken aback by the beauty of the room. It was small, but bright and airy, with light wooden floors and pitched ceilings. The leafy wallpaper softened the plank walls painted a woodsy green and the curved lines of the claw-foot tub added a gentle touch to the authentic decor. The modern pedestal sinks and the vintage-style faucets created a perfect bridge to fill the gap between yesterday and today. An antique table had been turned into a dressing table and Harry sat at the quaint upholstered chair, looking at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was a bit greasy at the roots, there were dark circles under his puffy eyes, he wasn't shaven, and his lips were too dry. Since he had some time on his hands, he decided to treat himself with a pamper morning. He went to the bathtub and ran the hot water, then sat back at the dressing table. He grabbed his vanity case and took his pluckers out. He started to pluck his eyebrows and soon, he had little tears at the corners of his eyes. Then, he grabbed his favorite face scrub, the one that smelled like strawberry cheesecake. He sighed, content, rubbing his skin in small and circular movements. He rinsed it off, his skin feeling fresh and silky, and applied his clay mask to soften his face even more. He grabbed a large towel in the old display case that had been prettily turned into a chest of drawers and put it on the edge of the tub. He put a great amount of orange and chocolate shower gel – Louis's favorite – in the water to create a fluffy foam. The wooden floor was really cold under his bare feet and he shivered as he stripped off his t-shirt and pajamas trousers. He was still half-hard and he winced with shame as he spotted a stain of wetness on the front of his flannelette pajamas.
"Go away," he muttered to his cock, feeling a bit angry that his body was acting like he was still a teenager.
He kicked his clothes to a corner of the bathroom and jumped in the tub, sighing happily as he felt the hot water redden his skin and ease the tension in his body. He threw his head back against the edge of the tub and turned the tap off with his foot. It made a squeaking noise and he feared for a second that it would wake Louis up. He listened carefully but couldn't hear anything from the bedroom. He was a bit disappointed, in fact. Actually, he would love it if Louis woke up and joined him in the bath, even if he was sure the tub wasn't made to welcome two grown men. He wondered what he would cook for breakfast. Something hearty, something that would comfort them, make them feel at home. He would cook a full English breakfast then, with beans, tomatoes, sausages, bacon, eggs and toast. Yeah, that sounded great. Louis would love that. That was something they often cooked when they first started living together at Princess Park, when they were young and so deeply in love. That was a long time ago, yet Harry remembered well how it had felt like madness, the way he had fallen head over heels for this sweet boy, with his ocean blue eyes and sassy humor. Louis had turned his whole world upside down. It was breathtaking, this kind of love, the never-ending excitement, lying awake at night, mind racing about promises and plans about an upcoming future together. It was a bit scary sometimes, how they needed each other. It was not in a clingy or desperate way; no, it was something real, something deep, something you need to be alive, like sleep or oxygen. That was cheesy and most people would find it unrealistic, but that's how Harry felt. That's how he had always felt since he had met Louis. Louis was under his skin, at every moment of the night or the day, even when they were thousands of miles apart.
Thinking about Louis was enough to have him fully hard again. His cock was flushed, hard against his stomach, beads of precum pooling around his belly button. Louis had always had this effect on him, whether he was near him or far away, and Harry knew it was rare that passion and desire between two partners in love was so intact after so many years together. Louis was his first and yet he had never wanted, or even thought about having sex with someone else. Louis was perfect in bed – just perfect, in fact. He knew the difference between fucking and making love and did both depending on wheter Harry was needy and desperate, or tired and loving.
Slowly, Harry ran his fingers over his cock, shivering, and stretched his legs out in front of him. A small wave of water splashed over the tub in the process, but Harry didn't mind. He tried to spread his thighs a little wider and he palmed at his balls, back arching as a rush of pleasure ran down his spine. He moved his hand back up and he caught a nipple between his fingers, squeezing it until it was hard and red and left him a little breathless. He thought of Louis, still sleeping in bed, half-naked, and Harry wondered if he dreamed about him the way he had a few hours earlier. Already tired of all the teasing that he inflicted on himself, Harry grasped his aching cock and gave it a few pumps. He closed his eyes and relaxed, stroking his cock in slow and long motions. He rubbed his thumb on the tip, smearing the precum over the head. It felt good, getting himself off in a hot bath, letting the tension escape his body as his hand moved up and down his shaft. He breathed heavily as images of Louis flashed behind his eyelids; the curves of his body, the roundness of his ass, the delicacy of his hands. His grip tightened around his cock and his second hand reached between his legs to thumb at his hole. He gasped, feeling his hole twitch under his fingertip. He pressed his heels to the tub and pushed his hips up for better access. He groaned as he pushed the tip of his thumb in, thighs trembling. The touch was rough and dry, but the fine line between pain and pleasure was always what pushed him over the edge. He kept at it for a few minutes, pulling his thumb in and out, rubbing at his hole, while his other hand pumped his cock with sharp strokes. His wrist was aching from where his hand was buried between his legs, but it didn't really matter, because he could feel the familiar heat tighten his stomach. It felt good, jerking off in a hot bath, the tension leaving his body as he was about to reach his climax.
He suddenly heard Louis cough in the bedroom and he stilled, thumb burried in his ass and hand grasping the base of his cock. His heart was pounding in his chest and he flushed, as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't be. He waited for a moment, but heard nothing more. Yet his mind got distracted and he wondered if Louis was awake now. It would be a shame to get off alone if his dear husband was waiting for him in bed. He pulled his thumb out and gave one last squeeze to his cock, grabbing the shower head to rinse his clay mask off, along with his body covered with the white foam. He stepped out of the tub and dried himself quickly. He grabbed the tube of lube from his vanity case before going back to the bedroom.
It was cold, too cold. Louis was laying on his stomach, wrapped in the blankets and, from where he was standing in the doorway, Harry could only decipher a cloud of brown hair on the pillow. He didn't seem to have noticed Harry's presence in the room and his back was rising up and down slowly.
"Lou?" Harry whispered, walking to the bed on his tiptoes.
No answer. Harry put the lube on the nightstand and pressed his knee on the mattress, stilling to see Louis's reaction. He was not moving at all and all Harry could hear was his soft breathing. He was still deeply asleep. Harry's skin was covered with goosebumps as he slipped under the sheets, pressing his chest against Louis's hot body. His cock hit the side of his ass in the process and it made Harry hiss and snuggle closer to his husband. His breath was slow and even, his cheek pressed to the pillow, his mouth slightly open. He looked peaceful and adorable and Harry could spend hours watching him sleep. But right now, Harry was starting to become needy and he wanted his lover's hands on him as soon as possible. So he decided to wake him up the best way he knew how.
Slowly, he pushed the sheets off of Louis's shoulders, watching him shiver as the cold air slapped against his skin. He kissed the back of his neck, where his skin was so soft, and noticed how his hair ruffled. Harry reveled in the sweet smell, a mix of vanilla and baby powder, along with a little bit of sweat. Harry peppered kisses between his shoulder blades, grabbing Louis's hip so he stayed on his stomach, and made his way down his back, the tip of his tongue tracing the bumps of his spine. He could feel Louis move a little under his teasing tongue. Harry shuffled under the blankets and slipped his fingers in the waistband of Louis's pajamas, pushing them down his legs. Louis grunted and Harry pressed his lips on his lower back to calm him down. Harry guessed he was on that small bridge between sleep and consciousness, so he didn't stop, leaving a few kisses here and there on his lower back. He lay his hand on his right cheek, kneading the flesh between his fingers, and Louis grunted again.
Harry simply loved Louis's ass. He thought it was the most cutest, sexiest, prettiest ass he had ever seen, round and plump, and he loved to worship it in the most delicious way. He pressed a wet kiss to his outer thigh and spread him open with his hands, watching his pink hole clench at the sudden move. He nibbled at his right cheek then kitten-licked at his hole. It was hot here, under the blankets, and Harry could already feel the sweat beading on his forehead. He lay on his stomach, rutting his hard cock on the mattress as he licked fat stripes over Louis's hole. He thought he heard Louis moan, but his face was pressed into the pillow so he wasn't sure. He kept at it for a few minutes, until his jaw was sore and spit was running down Louis's crack. He loved the feeling, being almost suffocated by the most intimate part of his husband. Everything was so good, almost too much, the musky smell and the sweet taste, how Louis was pliant and soft under his expert tongue. He could feel him move under him, his breath a little laboured, so Harry was sure that he was fully awake now. And indeed, as soon as he pushed the tip of his tongue inside, the sheets were pushed back and thin fingers grabbed his hair.
"H, the fuck are you doing," he grunted, tightening his grip on Harry's hair as Harry rubbed his finger over his wet hole.
His voice was so raspy with sleep that it sent a spark of desire along Harry's spine and he moaned softly as his cock twitched between his legs. He could feel the patch of wetness underneath him and he hoped with all of his heart that there was another set of bed linen somewhere in the cottage.
"Thought it was quite obvious," Harry replied, sounding a little breathless.
Louis shifted under him, straightening on his elbows as he glanced at the clock on the nightstand. He fell back on the bed, his groan muffled by the pillow.
"Fuck, it's not even 8 a.m.," he complained, trying to kick Harry away when he licked at his hole again. "Can you leave my ass alone and go back to sleep with me?"
"But you love when I eat you out," Harry stated, almost whining.
It earned a giggle from Louis, the sound light and airy, and it made Harry's heart ache a little. He was so gone for his man.
"I truly do," he replied, wriggling his ass. "But I would love it better after at least two hours more of sleep."
Harry nodded, not really caring about what Louis had just said. His tongue went down his balls and pressed against his taint, making him moan loudly, then he went back to his hole.
"Come on, H, just two hours of sleep, please," he pleaded, yet he pushed his ass against Harry's face.
Harry giggled and pressed one last kiss to his rim, leaning back on his knees.
"But I want you so much," he argued, and he sounded quite desperate actually. "Want to ride you. You won't have to do anything. Let me ride you, please."
Louis glanced at him over his shoulder. Harry could see in his eyes he had won him over. He pouted pro forma and Louis sighed heavily, rolling on his back. He looked like a grumpy kitten, with his brows frowned, his hair a mess and his pinched lips. Harry felt almost ashamed to have woken him up, but then he glanced down his body and smiled to himself. His cock was hard and red, curved against his hip bone. Harry stradled his hips, his ass brushing Louis's cock in the process.
"God, you look so debauched," Louis stated, eyes roaming over his body. Harry knew he might look a mess, with his hair mated to his forehead, his lips puffy and chin glinstening with spit. "What happened?"
Harry leaned over the nightstand and grasped the lube, opening the cap to coat his fingers. He grabbed Louis's cock, making him hiss at the cold substance, then spread a little on his hole. Louis threw an arm over his eyes as Harry pressed the tip of his cock against his hole.
"Just dreamed about you," Harry shrugged, pressing his hands to Louis's chest as he slowly sunk down.
He moaned loudly as he bottomed out, while Louis threw his head back, mouth falling open into a silent moan. Harry stayed still for a few seconds, getting used to the stretch, until Louis tapped his thigh. Harry didn't know if Louis wanted him to move or to tell him about the wet dream. So he did both.
"We were at home," he began, slowly going up and down on Louis's cock. "You had handcuffed me to the headboard, you were on top of me and you were fucking me so good. You were so wild and it felt so real… I couldn't wait to put my hands on you."
"Or my dick in your ass."
Harry could hear the amusement in his voice and he rolled his eyes, chuckling. Louis's mouth was half-open, one arm over his eyes, his other hand clutched on his hip. His nails were digging into his skin but he was still letting Harry do whatever he wanted to him. It was unusual for Louis to be pliant and submissive, when he was the one to be in charge most of the time. It was really good actually, riding him for his own pleasure, even if he knew that Louis, though he was still sleepy, was enjoying himself too.
"What did you do then?" Louis asked, hissing when Harry clenched down on him.
"Played with myself in the bath. But it wasn't enough. I just wanted you."
Harry was panting now; it was hard to talk when he was actively moving up and down on a cock buried deep in his ass.
"Yeah?"
There was something unsure in Louis's tone and it made Harry pout. Even after all these years together, Louis could sometimes act insecure and it never failed to make Harry's heart break. But he thought that true love was this too. It was not just the fancy dates at posh restaurants, the sleepless nights laughing so much their stomachs hurt, or even the Netflix and Chill on Sunday evenings. It was also acknowledging that the more you know someone you love, the more you see their flaws. Love is not perfect when it's true. Harry loved Louis's flaws, because at the end of the day, what was important was that he got him and would always be here to remind him so.
"Yeah," Harry said softly. "I love you."
Harry leaned toward Louis and kissed his mouth, just a little press of their lips. But Louis tangled his fingers into Harry's hair and pulled him closer, opening his mouth with his tongue. After ten years together, love was this too: not minding the morning breath.
"You're always so needy, baby," Louis half-whispered, moaning low when Harry snapped his hips especially hard.
"Not my fault I'm always thinking about you," Harry replied, leaving a trail of kisses down Louis's throat.
He bit the fine skin until it turned purple, too happy to mark his husband up since they were on a break. His thrusts were short and sharp now, and he could feel the sweat running down his back. There was something so satisfying in making love early in the morning, when the world was still asleep. The rain was lashing at the windows and they had nothing to do for the day, so they could take all the time they wanted. It was relaxing and delicious, not being in a rush. Louis still had a dust of sleep in his ocean blue eyes and he was beautiful here, his hair making a halo around his head.
Harry was panting, his thighs were painful from where they were pressed against Louis's hips. Louis's features were blurred by pleasure and he ran his hand down Harry's back, pressing his finger where he was buried in Harry. Harry jumped and groaned, hiding his face in the crook of Louis's neck. The change of angle gave the perfect press to his prostate and the perfect friction to Harry's cock, trapped between their bodies. It was almost too much, but Harry quickened his pace, snapping his hips hard. The sound of their skin was enough to push him over the edge.
"I think I'm gonna come," Louis moaned, grabbing Harry's ass as he pushed him deeper on his cock.
"For someone who didn't want to have sex, you didn’t last very long," Harry giggled, kissing Louis's chin as he straightened up.
"I just wanna go back to sleep," Louis argued.
And he slapped him hard on the ass and Harry cried out, feeling the familiar heat in his stomach.
"I'm gonna come too," he whispered, clenching down on Louis's cock.
Louis suddenly dug his heels in the mattress, wrapping his arm around Harry's waist as he gave strong and deeps thrusts. It only took a few minutes of sweet torture before he came untouched in a gasp, white cum splashing on his chest and Louis's. He kissed Louis with fever, biting his lip as Louis grabbed his hips, pushing him down on his cock as he came, back arching, body twitching. They stayed a few minutes like that, their breathing wheezy. Louis was playing with Harry's hair, twirling the curls around his finger. Harry was rocked by Louis's heartbeat and he felt himself doze off, until Louis patted him on the bum.
"Get off, love, I can't breathe," he chuckled.
Harry groaned and rolled on his side, wrapping his leg around Louis's waist. He closed his eyes as Louis ran something over his chest – surely his pajamas trousers – to wipe the cum off.
"We need to take a shower," Harry muttered. "We stink."
" You stink," Louis giggled, kissing his forehead. "But for now, let's go back to sleep. I need to rest."
"What for?"
"Your wet dream. I want to know more about it."
Harry chuckled and snuggled against Louis's chest, pressing a kiss where his heart was.
"What have you got in mind?"
"Harry, baby, you know I'm always the one to fulfil your dreams."
Harry giggled and just had time to pinch his arm, earning a yelp and a slap to his bum, before falling asleep against his husband. Outside, the weather was terrible, they were on a mini break in a pretty cottage, his body was spent after such good sex, and Louis was hot and soft in his arms. So, to put it in other words, there was no place Harry would have rather been.