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Performing in pre-heat might have been a stupid decision. In fact, stupid was an understatement. Harry's entire team had advised him days before that his pre-heat was unpredictable, and he'd quickly reminded them that he'd survived multiple pre-heats in the last fifteen years, on tour, and one night wasn't going to kill him.
But now, as he's getting dressed and trying to clear the pre-show nerves, he's realizing that it might be harder than he thought. It's been three years since he was on stage, and even longer since he performed while going through such a physical and mental shift. Part of him wants to tear apart the entire dressing room, shove all of his things in a corner, and hide in a makeshift nest until he's done because it's easier than facing a crowd of people expecting his best. The other part of him wants to scream until someone gets Louis in the room so that he can take all of his frustrations out on him in the best way possible.
Harry smooths his jumper down over his stomach, his lips tugged downward as his stomach tightens, and another pre-heat cramp reminds him just how painful his cycle can be. He walks back to the vanity and sorts through the drawers before finding a bottle of something to help with the pain, and he downs it with a sip of water.
"Harry," Louis' knuckles rapt against the door, and Harry looks up from where he's leaning over the vanity. His lips curl up into a fond smile as his alpha assesses the room, eyes narrowing as he makes sure there's no one to seemingly 'threaten' his omega. It's ridiculous, and Harry loves him so deeply all the same. "Baby, you feeling okay?"
"M'alright," Harry lies, straight through his teeth, because the last thing Louis is going to do is stop him from getting on that stage. He doesn't think the alpha will fight him too hard on it, but it's better to be safe than sorry. "Just a little nervous."
"Makes sense. You've gone quite a long time without all the bells and whistles, sun."
Harry glares in Louis' direction. Like he needs another reminder that he's out of practice, he's already scared as it is that he's going to let everyone down, and with his pre-heat added on top of that anxiety, he's a ticking time bomb. Leave it to his alpha to make it worse.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Harry snips, fixing the collar of his undershirt and ignoring the way Louis snickers in return. "Are you here to be helpful or sour my mood before I go onstage?"
"I was hoping to do the opposite," Louis mumbles as he steps forward, hands coming to rest on Harry's waist. "If you'll let me."
His nose brushes over the sensitive skin right behind his ear, and Harry's eyes flutter shut with a soft sigh of pleasure as Louis scents him. It's subtle, so subtle, but enough that it does help settle Harry's omega.
The rich chocolate aroma mixed with the smell of smoke rushes over him, curling up in the pit of his stomach and relaxing him in a way nothing else can. Louis' hands move over his stomach, then up to his chest, and he trails his nose down to his scent gland, before lapping over it with his tongue.
Harry bites back the sound threatening to fall from his lips, his cock twitching eagerly in response. He bares his neck to Louis without a second thought, and the alpha growls, satisfied, as he nips at the skin. Harry knows he'll smell like Louis, a picture of the alpha's scent and his own vanilla, and it calms him down enough that he doesn't feel like he's on a live wire anymore.
"Thank you," Harry breathes softly, his heart starting to slow, and his body sagging back against Louis. "Much better."
Louis stays there, thumbs rubbing mindless circles against his lower back and lips pressing lazy kisses to his neck. Harry's starting to slip into a headspace he shouldn't be in before he goes out to perform, his head a little spacey and his body responding in kind.
It's with an insurmountable amount of effort that he manages to pry himself away from Louis, eyes blown nearly black and cheeks flushed, and point a finger towards the door with what he hopes is a firm expression.
"Out," he huffs, tone firm but not unkind. "The Netflix guys are going to be here soon and—"
"— and I can't be here, blah, blah, blah," Louis finishes for him, lips tugging up into a knowing smirk as he glances down to Harry's crotch. "Fine. But you find me as soon as you're off that stage, okay? I mean it, H. Don't push yourself too hard."
Harry crosses his arms over his chest, but nods primly. He knows Louis means well; he always wants to take care of Harry, but right now, being around him with his senses so heightened — it's too much and not enough.
"I love you," Louis says as he opens the door to the dressing room, blue eyes fond. He lets his gaze roam over Harry one more time, his smirk falling and spreading into a wide smile. "And I'm proud of you."
"Shut up," Harry snips, but it comes out too soft to land. "I love you. Now, go."
Louis laughs as he leaves the dressing room, letting the door shut behind him with a soft click. Harry checks over his outfit again for the hundredth time before he peels it all off and starts again. He knows Netflix will want to film him getting 'dressed' before the show, so he forces himself to sit down on the couch and wait.
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Surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly, Harry's nerves dissolve within minutes of being on stage. It's kind of like riding a bike, even if he hates the analogy, and he slips into muscle memory before he even realizes it. The new album is fun, and he has more opportunity to make this an immersive experience — and he makes sure to take it.
The crowd is perfect, energetic, and encouraging, and the band doesn't miss a beat. The choir is fun, and Harry finds himself engaging with them as much as possible, and by the time they reach Pop — he's fully in the zone.
In fact, he might be a little too in the zone. He blames it on Louis and the state he left him in before in the dressing room. Which, honestly, might have been the whole point if Harry knew his alpha well. And he does.
Halfway through the song, Harry finds himself center stage and lost in the music. He's moving his hips, engaging with the crowd, and in the spur of the moment — driven by instinct and a little bit of desire — his hand circles over his stomach, in time with his hips.
Harry can hear the reaction from the fans, screaming and pointing, but his omega is louder than ever now, insistent on getting what he wants. He loses himself in dancing, bouncing from one side of the stage to the other. It's a little harder from that point on to fully focus, but Harry does his best. He throws himself into the music, into the moment, and despite the brief fogginess in his brain now and again, he thinks he's doing just fine.
It's not his fault his omega is demanding to be bred, right now. Or that he's plagued with visions of a round, full belly when he's supposed to be singing about dancing and personal freedom. Anyone in his situation would be proud of his restraint.
When the concert eventually does end — even after Harry's spontaneous decision to go another round with Aperture — and Harry starts heading backstage, he's properly exhausted. The physicality of what he's done is more than what he's used to, despite what he thought was more than enough prep. And maybe it would be if he wasn't already so drained, but either way, he feels a little bit like he's had his arse kicked.
The Netflix guys are insistent on staying with him the entire way back to the dressing room, so Harry does as they see fit until they've seemingly gotten all of the recording they want done. He thanks them profusely before he nearly shoves all of them out the door in a frenzy. He doesn't know where Louis is, and he didn't see him in the walk down from the stage, but his omega is clawing at his chest every second spent without having the alpha inside of him.
He should be getting changed so he can head back out with his band, his friends, and family, to celebrate the first concert back, and he will. As soon as his alpha gets his arse inside the room and gives it to him well enough, leave his omega too cock drunk to be pushy about anything else tonight.
It takes another twenty minutes before the dressing room door opens, and Harry is already pacing the room. His eyes narrow into slits, and he points his finger at Louis, "You said to come right here after the show."
"I did," Louis agrees carefully, leaning back against the door to close it. His eyes trail down the length of Harry, but hover over his stomach for a beat too long. "What was with the, uh," he wiggles a finger near his own stomach, licking over his lips before he speaks again. "Belly thing."
Harry's cheeks flush.
"I'm in pre-heat," he responds flatly, like that's enough of an explanation. "What do you think it was about?"
Louis' eyes darken as he crosses the dressing room slowly, a little predatory. He reaches Harry, and the change in his scent is sharp enough to pull a whimper from Harry's lips. He watches as Louis slips his hands up under Harry's shirt and jumper, and flattens his palms against his stomach possessively.
"Your omega wants you big and pregnant?" Louis asks, despite knowing the answer. He glances back at Harry with a low groan, his hands moving over the omega's skin with intent.
"Yeah," Harry answers him quietly, voice breathy. His skin lights up under Louis' touch, goosebumps rising in his wake. He knows it's hormones, and that he's just that much closer to his heat, but fuck, if some of it isn't just Louis.
Louis hums his approval at Harry's answer, taking another step closer before he brings his hand up to rest against the back of the omega's neck. He guides him down until their lips meet, and the sound Harry lets out in response is a little embarrassing. But Louis doesn't care, or if he does, he's doing a wonderful job of not showing it.
His tongue slips past Harry's lips, the hand on his neck moving to his jaw, and he tilts his head back to give himself more access. Harry moans at the movement, opening up for him, and Louis takes full advantage, sucking Harry's tongue between his lips eagerly.
Louis kisses him the way Harry loves it, a little dirty but with just as much care as he handles him every day. Louis kneads at the meat of Harry's waist and moves to tug his shirt over his head quickly.
The second his skin is exposed, Louis takes full advantage. It's such an instant shift, like the alpha knew exactly what he needed to do the moment he walked into the room, probably from Harry's scent alone.
Louis guides Harry back to the couch, laying him down on his back and moving to hover over him. Harry's hands tug at Louis' clothes and the alpha's chuckle vibrates against both of their chests, his stubble tickling Harry's shoulder seconds later.
"Patience, baby," Louis mutters as he presses open-mouth kisses along Harry's collarbone, his voice smooth like syrup. It's frustrating how calm he is when Harry feels like his body is burning up from the inside out, horny and annoyed by how long the alpha is taking already. "Gonna take good care of you, promise."
Louis' lips continue their slow glide down his skin, teeth nipping at his most sensitive places. He pauses right above Harry's right nipple, glancing up at him through his lashes. Harry's already panting, the sensitive bud alert and aching to be touched. Pre-heat always makes them more sensitive, and that always makes Louis more attentive.
The alpha's tongue flicks over his nipple once, barely there, and Harry hisses at the sensation. He watches as Louis blows over the same spot and Harry's back arches, fingers tangling Louis' hair as he tries to guide him back against his chest. This time Louis listens to him, motivated by sympathy or his own desire Harry will never know, and wraps his lips around the nipple with a low moan of his own.
Harry's rocking his hips down against nothing, seeking friction and relief, and within seconds, Louis' thigh presses between his legs hard. Harry moans out happily, grinding down against him shamelessly as pleasure curls up his spine.
Louis sucks and bites at his chest, leaving marks that Harry is sure will be there for days after, but he can't bring himself to care. Not when his alpha is so close, and his omega is whining, begging to be satisfied. He wants Louis' knot sooner rather than later, and he wants to feel stuffed full, properly bred like the good omega that he is.
"Lou," Harry shoves at Louis' shoulders after a few more minutes, chest slick with spit and Louis' eyes blown black, like he's clearly more than happy to be exactly where he is. "Come on, hurry. I've got to get back out there soon."
"Always in such a rush," Louis sighs mournfully, but he's sitting up to undo his belt, and that's good enough for Harry. "Never let me take my time."
"You've had three years to take your time," Harry deadpans, affection dripping into his words despite himself. "And you have, you knothead. God forbid you have to suffer through a quickie before you get an entire heat with me."
"Fuck," Louis groans, slipping his hand past the waistband of his trousers and gripping himself once, hips rocking up into his touch. "Can't we just go back to the hotel instead? Start the heat early."
Harry's mouth waters at the sight, and for a brief moment, he considers doing exactly what Louis is asking. But he shakes himself from the thought rather quickly and moves to replace Louis' hand with his own. "No."
He uses his free hand to tug Louis' trousers the rest of the way down, until the alpha eventually has to stand to kick them off. He tugs off his shirt finally, and then he's standing in front of Harry in all of his glory, cock hard and curved up against his stomach in attention.
He wants to taste him, feel the heavy weight of his cock on his tongue. Let Louis shove it down the back of his throat until he's choking, tears spilling down his face, and he's begging for moremoremore. But there isn't enough time, and Harry's dripping slick into his panties, threatening to leak through into his trousers at this point, and he needs to get this taken care of soon.
Harry undoes his belt quickly, watches as Louis languidly strokes his cock as he does, and his movements stutter in the process. He shakes his head at the alpha's display and tries to ignore the way his hole clenches in response, not wanting to give Louis the satisfaction.
When Harry is finally naked, he breathes a sigh of relief. His chest is heaving, cock leaking against his thigh, and slick sticky against the couch when he shifts. Louis' jaw tightens as he looks over him, one hand reaching out to glide down Harry's stomach before slipping in between his legs, his breath audibly catching as he brushes through the wetness waiting there for him.
"Such a good omega," Louis groans, guiding one of Harry's legs further out and circling his rim in the process. "So wet for me. You've been waiting all night, haven't you, baby?"
"Fuck off," Harry moans, hitching one leg up to his chest to put himself even further on display. "You know I have."
Louis hums in response, low and soothing. Harry gasps quietly as one of Louis' fingers slips inside of him, not enough to burn or cause a stretch, but enough to leave him aching for more. He pumps it in and out, the wet sound of the digit dragging against his walls making his head spin.
Louis slips in a second finger a moment later, groaning as Harry's hole welcomes it greedily. It's so unnecessary, so pointless, because Harry knows he's wet enough that Louis could sink right in, but he's choosing to tease and drive Harry even crazier than he'd been before.
"Lou," Harry finally snaps as a third finger slips inside of him, his patience thin. His lips part in a silent gasp as Louis' fingers curl up, brushing over his spot and making his toes curl. "Get in me."
Louis' eyes flash with heat as Harry tightens around his fingers, and the omega doesn't think he's even listening to him. He's far too focused on watching as he eases his fingers out and quickly shoves them back in, as if hypnotized by it. When Harry starts pushing against his chest with his foot, the alpha blinks himself back into the moment, and his fingers slip free easily. He taps Harry's hip with his free hand.
"Turn around," he says softly, probably the softest he's been since he'd stepped into the room. "It'll be easier this way."
Harry wants to argue, to insist that he gets to see Louis' face, but he knows he's right. Being locked like this will be the most comfortable position, even if it's still less than ideal.
Harry feels Louis' hands slide up his back, knead the heel of his palms into the muscle between his shoulder blades, and he relaxes against the arm of the couch, exhaling slowly. He arches his back up, putting himself on display for Louis and presenting the best he can in their cramped position.
"So beautiful, omega," Louis practically purrs, leaning down to press kisses against the back of Harry's neck. "Look how pretty you are for me."
Harry's omega mewls at the praise, and even Harry can't stop himself from smiling into the crook of his arm. His eyes flutter shut as he feels the head of Louis' cock brush against his hole, a slow, wet drag from tip to base. He shudders as Louis does it again, and again, his fingers digging into the fabric of the couch with a low whine.
He pushes back the next time, gasps as Louis' cock catches against his rim, and the alpha pauses. He brings one hand down hard on his arse cheek, before kneading the flesh and spreading Harry open. His thumb brushes against his rim, while the other hand is wrapped around his cock, guiding it inside of Harry far too slowly.
Harry's forehead falls to rest against his arm as Louis rolls his hips forward, guiding another few inches inside of him. He heaves a sigh of relief, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes, because finally — he's going to get what he needs. His alpha is going to give it to him.
When Louis bottoms out, they both groan in unison. The alpha's hands move to Harry's hips, his grip tight, and without warning, he's pulling back out. Harry whimpers in protest, pushing himself up to look back at Louis, but his protests are interrupted by the slam of the alpha's cock, shifting him forward on the couch with the force of it.
One of Louis' hands move back to wrap around the back of Harry's neck and push him back down against the couch, the hand on his hip tugging up and keeping him in the position the alpha seems to want him in as he starts fucking into him relentlessly. Harry melts into it, gasps, and whines slipping from his lips in a constant stream — his omega writhing at being properly fucked. But it's not enough to fully satisfy him; he needs more. Always needs more.
"Lou—"
"I know, baby," Louis grunts, panting as he guides Harry back onto his cock with each thrust. He leans down, slotting his body on top of Harry's, and the change in angle makes Harry's head spin. "Gonna give you my knot, fuck you full of my come."
His cock is pressed right against his spot, each thrust forward slamming against it, and his lips part open in a silent cry of pleasure. Louis wastes no time with the opportunity, and within seconds, his fingers slip past Harry's lips to keep him full.
Harry instantly moans around the digits, his own fingers wrapping around Louis' wrists to keep his hand in place. His tongue dipping between them, panting and moaning through every sound comes out muffled.
Each thrust forward presses Harry further into the couch, his cock trapped between his stomach and the rough fabric. The mix of pain and pleasure is perfect, and he finds himself chasing after it.
The sound of skin slapping fills the dressing room, and the slick glide of Louis' cock in and out makes Harry shiver. He's so close, his entire body tense and on edge, just waiting for Louis to give him what he's been waiting for. Just to clear his head, just to hold him over until they can get on the plane and back home, where he can properly spread out over their bed and let the alpha breed him. He knows it's unrealistic, knows there's no way he'll be able to carry a pup right now, but fuck, his omega doesn't.
"Alpha," Harry cries out as Louis' fingers slip free, spit dripping down his chin as he pushes back to meet the alpha's thrusts desperately. "Need your knot, please. Please?"
Louis groans lowly as Harry pushes back against him, his fingers pressing into his skin desperately. Harry can tell by the way his jaw is clenching that he's close, can see the flush of heat down his neck and to his chest, the glisten of sweat that he wants to taste. He tightens around Louis greedily, and the way the alpha's hips stutter is far too satisfying.
Harry's not sure how much longer it takes before Louis' thrusts grow erratic, filthy praises about Harry's hole, and how good he feels repeating over and over. Harry nods along in agreement, focused more on the way Louis' knot starts to expand, catching on his rim with every thrust back, and he whimpers as he tries to keep him inside.
"So close," Louis gasps as he mouths over the line of Harry's shoulder, practically grinding his cock inside of the omega with little room to do much else. Just quick, short thrusts in that have Harry seeing stars. "Ready for my knot, baby?"
"Yes," Harry moans loudly, before he feels Louis' hand slip around him and his fingers wrap around his leaking cock. "Yes — fuck, alpha. So good to me. Love your knot, please."
Louis strokes him in time with each thrust and Harry cries out as he finally reaches release, spilling hot over Louis' fist and onto the fabric of the couch, trembling. He tightens impossibly around Louis, and when the alpha finally comes, the sound that rips out of him is enough to leave Harry leaking all over again.
He ruts his hips forward as his cock pulses, knot locking them together and keeping Harry full of his come. Harry sighs happily, his omega finally content and quiet, and he rolls his own hips back to hear the way Louis hisses and milk him for even more, despite knowing it isn't possible.
Once Harry's ears stop ringing and his limbs feel a little less like jello, he turns his head again to look back at Louis. The alpha is slumped over, weighing Harry's body down into the couch, and still panting — like this really took it out of him, too.
"You sure you're gonna make it this week?" Harry asks playfully, voice rough. He clears his throat and reaches for the bottle of water on the coffee table, barely grasping it, given the fact that Louis seems to refuse to move with him at all.
"No," Louis answers flatly, burying his face into Harry's neck. His breath is warm against his skin, and the omega giggles as his stubble tickles him once again. "You might have to roll me out of the room on a stretcher once you're done with me."
Harry swats at him half-heartedly, taking a slow sip of water before handing the bottle off to Louis.
"Dramatic," he comments fondly. "That's all you are."
"Excuse me? I'm more than just dramatic. Hot, funny, charming. The love of your life. Future father of your pups, you know. All the things."
"Pups? Plural?" Harry pushes on Louis until he seems to get the message, shifting carefully onto his side and pulling the omega back against him.
"Yeah," Louis presses his lips to Harry's shoulder, fingers trailing absentmindedly over his stomach. "If you want that, I mean. Someday."
Harry tucks his face into the crook of Louis' arm, his smile pressed into his skin with a slow nod of his head. Someday, definitely.
For now, Harry is more than content to focus on his music, tour, and everything that comes with it. He's spent three years living how he's wanted, in private and with intent, but now he's so excited to get back to performing that he can't focus on anything else.
Once Louis' knot goes down, the two manage to get themselves cleaned up and in suitable enough condition to go back outside. Harry knows multiple people are waiting — on both of them — but he isn't quite ready to leave yet.
"Hey," Harry stops Louis just as he moves towards the door, bottom lip caught between his teeth nervously. He glances towards the door, and his eyes flick between Louis'. "Thank you for coming tonight. It means a lot. To me."
Louis blinks back at him in confusion for a few beats before both hands come up to cradle Harry's face.
"You're insane if you think I'm going to be anywhere else, baby." Louis presses a kiss to his forehead, then his nose, then his lips. "Let's go, then. Have a full night ahead of us."
Harry smiles so wide his cheeks hurt, and despite knowing he still has a long week — and months — to get through, he's more than content in knowing he'll have his alpha beside him or rooting for him the entire time.