Smoke & Mirrors

It was the last night of tour and everybody seemed to be buzzin’. Harry felt like he’d been pumped full of drugs or something because he felt like he was floating. But he knew the real thing that kept him high these days was Louis. When they were together he felt like he was on a permanent high.

Ever since Louis came out to him and told him he loved him, Harry pretty much couldn’t stop smiling and everyone seemed to notice. There was a complete shift in his day-to-day mood. Instead of cringing and wanting to puke when he walked in a room to find Louis, now his stomach erupted with butterflies – which also sometimes made him want to puke, but in a good way.

Whenever they could, they would steal kisses – in the dressing room, in a dark corridor of a venue, in the loo. And they spent the last few remaining nights of tour in hotel rooms kissing and touching and cuddling and perfecting ways to get each other off. It was absolute bliss and Harry did not want it to stop.

“Hey,” Harry heard Zayn as he walked up as he was eating alone in the catering room.

“Mm,” Harry mumbled through a mouthful.

“How’ve yah been?” Zayn asked, looking over at him, really studying his face.

“Mm,” Harry hummed happily, raising his eyebrows at him as he swallowed.

“Good?” Zayn asked with a smile.

“Good, yeah,” Harry told him, nodding his head.

“Good,” Zayn said quietly. Harry took another quick bite as silence fell over them.

“So, you and Louis… is everything smoothed out now?” Zayn asked him carefully.

“Right as rain,” Harry said with a smirk, feeling a bit of butterflies at just the mentioning of Louis.

“For how long this time?” Zayn asked warily, sending him a look of sympathy.

“For good,” Harry said confidently and tried to stifle the wide smirk that played on his lips, but he could see that Zayn saw it.

“Yeah?” Zayn asked, smiling widely at him.

“Yeah,” Harry said, and just gave in, letting the smile eat his face alive.

“How do you know?” Zayn asked, dropping his smile momentarily.

“It’s different now. Completely different,” Harry told him, biting back his smile. He felt like a love-sick fool. But he kind of was.

“Yeah?” Zayn asked again with another hopeful smile.

“I promise. Things are different,” Harry told him.

“Are you two—?” Zayn began to ask, but cut himself off, like he knew it was not his place to ask.

“We’re good,” Harry said, sending him a reassuring look and he knew Zayn understood because his eyes seemed to light up as his smile widened on his face.

“I’m glad, Harry,” Zayn said, clamping his hand on his shoulder before giving it a squeeze.

“Thanks, Zayn,” Harry said, smiling bashfully as he looked down at his plate.

“I only want you to be happy. Both of you,” he told him and Harry instantly felt a rush of love for his mate. He leaned over, wrapping Zayn in a hug.

“’ppreciate it,” Harry mumbled against Zayn’s shoulder.

“Yeah, mate,” Zayn said, patting his back.

…

That last night, their last show was absolute madness in the best possible way. The crowd was on a whole other level as the boys performed their hearts out for them. It was bittersweet closing the show, but Harry was absolutely buzzin’, wanting more than anything to celebrate another amazing tour with all his mates.

As they walked the hallway back to the dressing room, Louis gripped onto Harry’s shoulder and tugged him back, causing Harry to stop in his tracks as the rest of them kept walking. And within a second, Louis’ lips were nearly pressed up against his ear as he whispered words Harry would never forget in his life.

“Can’t wait to get you in bed tonight. Wanna watch you cum,” Louis breathed seductively.

When Louis pulled away, Harry was left in a daze, his mouth hung open with a semi in his trousers. Louis smiled devilishly at him, relishing in the response Harry gave him.

“You can’t just… Louis, fuck. You can’t just say that to me and just… fuck,” Harry groaned as he adjusted himself in his way-too-tight black skinny jeans. Louis snickered to himself, smiling from ear-to-ear, his eyes and nose scrunched up in amusement.

“Can’t wait,” Louis said, bouncing his eyebrows at him.

“Oh my god,” Harry groaned, still trying to properly adjust himself as he continued to grow harder.

“You better not have a wank before I get to yah,” Louis said, his attention falling to Harry’s ever-growing crotch.

“Why the fuck—you can’t just…” Harry stammered, shaking his head, his mine swirling.

“I’d love to fuck you, yah know,” Louis said, adding fuel to the fire.

Harry’s eyes widened as he looked at the boy in front of him.

“You would?” Harry asked, almost breathlessly.

“I would. Very much. Been thinking about it for a while now,” Louis told him, his eyebrow cocking seductively.

“Oh my—” Harry groaned as he bit the knuckle on his index finger.

He couldn’t help but notice how vocal and completely comfortable Louis had become whist talking about things he never would have before he came out to him. Harry absolutely loved it. It took him by surprise, but he loved it.

“Whatta ‘bout you?” Louis asked, his smile never leaving his face.

“Yeah… y-yeah. I mean, yeah. Of course,” Harry stammered like an absolute fool.

“Yeah?” Louis asked, letting out a laugh.

“Yes,” Harry said confidently, refraining from saying anything else to make him sound like a complete Neanderthal.

“Never done it before,” Louis told him.

“Me? Or you?” Harry choked out.

“Both?” Louis questioned.

“Not with a—yeah, no,” Harry stammered, but he knew Louis knew what he meant. He lost his virginity long ago, to a girl. But he’d never had sex with a man before.

“Me either,” Louis told him, his smile pulling up his lips.

“Good,” Harry told him. He’d love to be Louis’ first because he wanted more than anything for Louis to be his first.

“Good,” Louis said, biting at his bottom lip.

“Loved to kiss you right now,” Harry murmured as his eyes darted behind Louis as he heard the group talking in the dressing room.

“C’mere,” Louis said, grasping Harry’s hand as he pulled him toward the nearest bathroom.

Without another breath lost, Louis pushed Harry up against the bathroom wall and pressed his lips firmly against his. Harry was lost in Louis – the taste of his tongue, the feel of his body against his, his scent, his presence. He never wanted to be apart. Harry’s mind was spiraling as their tongues tangled together. And when he felt Louis palm him through his trousers, he whimpered into his mouth.

“Don’t tease,” Harry breathed as Louis pulled back, giving him a look of pure mischief.

“Think if I suck you off now, you’ll be able to cum again later?” Louis asked, quirking his eyebrow dangerously at him.

“W-what? Yeah. Uh, yeah. I’m in my sexual prime, you know. I can pretty much get hard on command, as you can probably already see,” Harry said, letting out a laugh.

“Mm,” Louis hummed as his fingertips fell to Harry’s belt buckle, quickly undoing it.

“Right here?” Harry asked, looking toward the doorway of the very public restroom. Anyone could walk in at any moment.

“Yeah, right here. It’ll be a rush,” Louis said, successfully opening Harry’s trousers as he pushed them down his hips.

“Louis…” Harry began to protest until Louis’ hand slipped into his boxer briefs and began tugging on him. Harry’s argument was instantly lost to the overwhelming pleasure.

“Yes?” Louis asked teasingly as he leaned up to leave a kiss on Harry’s lips.

“Mm,” Harry hummed, his eyes closing as his head leaned back against the concrete wall.

“Mm-hmm,” Louis said as his hand slipped out of Harry’s briefs before tugging them down mid-thigh.

Harry’s eyes opened and he looked down just as Louis slipped onto his knees in front of him.

“I’ve got a lot to make up for. I was such a complete shit to you,” Louis said and Harry could see the pain behind his eyes.

“Don’t. Just don’t. I don’t want to think about it anymore. Ever again,” Harry told him, letting him off the hook for the weeks and weeks of pure misery he put him through.

It was behind them. They’d moved on and Harry didn’t want to dwell. Especially not when Louis was on his knees in front of his rock-hard cock.

“Mm. Yeah,” Louis said with a nod as his eyes took in Harry complete length.

“Yeah,” Harry said, looking down at the boy he loved.

A second later, Louis’ hand was back on him as he tugged at it a bit before his warm, wet mouth sank down on it.

“Ohh,” Harry breathed as his eyes closed involuntarily and his head fell back against the wall again as the pleasure multiplied inside of him.

Louis’ mouth and hand worked in sync with one another, fueling the desire inside of him, begging to take him over the edge. Harry was so hard, he was sure he might pass out due to lack of blood in any other part of his body. Louis was properly sucking his brains right out through his cock.

“Oh, fuck, Lou,” Harry moaned, trying not to be too loud in case someone was in the hallway. But Louis just kept on.

“Oh, baby,” Harry cooed, leaning his head down to look at Louis who looked up at him with the most pleasing of looks. He looked so fucking beautiful, it almost made him cum right then.

“Fuck, Lou. You are so… mm,” Harry groaned, tugging his lip between his teeth as his toes began to tingle and his body began to quiver.

“”m gonna… ‘m gonna cum, Louis,” Harry whimpered as his entire body quaked with pleasure.

And in true Louis-form, he sucked harder, took Harry’s cock into his mouth deeper until Harry had no choice but to cum in the back of Louis’ throat.

“Fuck, Lou,” Harry mewled as Louis took him all in, swallowing every last drop.

Harry’s chest heaved with exhaustion as he ran his fingers through his damp hair. Louis sat back on his haunches peering up at Harry, looking completely pleased at how he was able to make him come so well. Harry couldn’t help but send him an all-encompassing smirk, because bravo.

“’m gonna need a stiff drink after that,” Harry mumbled as he pulled up his trousers and smiled down at Louis.

“’m gonna need to fuck you after that,” Louis said as he pulled himself up to stand in front of Harry.

“Mm, can’t wait, Lou,” Harry said, leaning in to kiss him. He tasted himself on Louis’ tongue and it was so erotic and pleasing, he was sure to get hard again if he kept on.

“Should get back, yeah?” Louis asked, pointing back at the door as he adjusted himself in his trousers.

“Whatta ‘bout you?” Harry cooed, tugging at the waistband of Louis’ trousers. He could see a noticeable bulge in them and licked his lips at the thought of sucking Louis off.

“Later. Wanna come in you,” Louis said, breathing seductively against his lips.

“Fuck,” Harry mumbled against his lips before he pressed their mouths together in a heated kiss.

“C’mon, babe. We need to get back before they start asking questions,” Louis told him.

The two of them left the bathroom hand-in-hand but before they rounded the corner into the dressing room, they released their grip, sending each other one last devious smile. Tonight was theirs.

The two parted ways in the dressing room, Louis going one way and Harry going another. When Harry looked up, he caught Zayn’s eye, and he sent Harry a knowing smirk. Harry couldn’t help the wide smile that took over and tried to stifle it by biting his lip, but he knew Zayn knew what just happened between him and Louis. Or had an inkling. It was enough. And Harry couldn’t help but let out a little laugh, shaking his head at Zayn before he walked over to his clothing rack and began to undress himself out of his stage clothes.

Yeah, he and Louis were good. And it was absolutely amazing.

…

Everyone, including the band, every one of the behind-the-scenes tour people, and the crew went out to dinner after the show. They bought out an entire Italian eatery for the night, and the boys wined and dined all the people who helped them along on their journey. They wouldn’t be who they were or able to do what they do without their loyal tour family.

All throughout dinner, Harry kept catching Louis staring at him, like he was eye-fucking him. And maybe he was. Harry was honestly doing the same. He never wanted to get someone naked so badly in all of his life. But Harry tried to make the most of his last night with the people he’d gotten to know over the past six months – even though the anticipation of being with Louis was literally doing him in.

It was already one in the morning by the time they all loaded into vans and made their way to their hotel. Harry drank a few glasses of wine with dinner and felt quite wonderful. Definitely not drunk, but relaxed enough to really let his guard down as he rode in the van next to Louis. He was leaning against him, nuzzling his nose up to his cheeks as Louis’ hand slipped slyly down his thigh, gently squeezing it. Thank god it was dark or everyone might’ve become privy to the fact that the two of them couldn’t keep their hands off one another.

“Soon,” Louis breathed in Harry’s ear and it sent an electrical current through his body, straight to his dick.

“Mm,” Harry moaned a little too loudly.

“You okay back there, Harry? Not gonna get sick again, are yah?” Niall asked, turning around to look at him.

“Mm, no. Not drunk,” Harry murmured, having enough self-control to pull his lips away from Louis’ ear before anyone saw.

“That’s good,” Niall laughed heartily as he started to ask Jon if he heard about how drunk Harry got that one night. But Harry tuned him out because now Louis’ hand was edging against his ever-growing cock, sending shivers up his spine.

“Not gonna be able to walk soon,” Harry murmured in Louis’ ear.

“No, that’ll be tomorrow, love. I promise,” Louis countered, smiling devilishly over at him and all Harry could do was hang his mouth open as he looked back at him in awe.

Louis let out a pleased laugh and Harry couldn’t help but smile at him.

As the two of them rode the lift up with the other lads, it reminded Harry of so many nights where they’d done this before, where they’d be so strung-out on each other that the anticipation of getting the other one back to the hotel room was almost crippling. But this was worse – or maybe better. They were about to completely give themselves to each other. Harry was certain he would be Louis’ until the day he died, his feelings were so strong. He’d never felt so complete, so raw, so vulnerable with someone. He knew Louis was everything he’d ever wanted when he thought of a partner. When he was younger he always assumed it would be a woman, but the first time Louis kissed him, his eyes and his heart opened completely.

As soon as the door to their hotel room was shut behind them, Harry had Louis pressed up against the wall, kissing him, loving him. He didn’t want there to be any awkwardness. He wanted them to be comfortable with each other as they crossed the line from hook-ups to lovers. They could go as slow or as fast as they wanted, but he didn’t want there to be a lull at any time where he wasn’t touching Louis or being touched by Louis or anticipating a touch. God, he just wanted to be touched.

When Louis’ hands slipped up inside Harry’s shirt, he let out a moan. His skin felt electrified by Louis’ fingertips.

“Wanna be naked,” Harry moaned against his mouth.

“Mm,” Louis moaned in agreement.

“Wanna get you naked,” Harry said, pulling back only to grip onto the hem of Louis’ sweater. Louis lifted his arms voluntarily and Harry successfully pulled it over his head, leaving his chest bared to him.

Harry leaned in, kissing across the words tattooed on Louis’ breastbone that now seemed to make so much sense to him. It is what it is.

“Mm,” Harry hummed against his skin.

Louis mewled as Harry’s tongue swirled around one of his nipples and then the next.

“Off,” Louis said, tugging at Harry’s shirt, breaking him away from worshiping the beautiful boy in front of him.

Harry pulled back, his hooded eyes meeting Louis’. And with a challenging cock of his head, he silently gave Louis permission to take it off. Louis’ mouth turned up into a smile before he bit at his lip. He quietly gripped onto the hem of Harry’s t-shirt and pulled it up and off of him, discarding it onto the floor.

“C’mere,” Louis said, pulling Harry against him as their mouths met again, their tongues tangling together.

Harry’s hands moved down, his fingers fumbling for the clasp on Louis’ trousers. He wanted to be naked with him. He wanted every part of his skin to touch every part of Louis’ skin. He needed it. He thought he might go mad if he didn’t have it.

He successfully undid Louis’ trousers and pushed them down his hips before his hands snuck behind him, dipping into the back of his briefs, grabbing handfuls of his extraordinary bum. Mm. His mind spun thinking about being able to actually fuck Louis in the future. Though, he knew he might not last when he caught a glimpse of Louis’ killer derriere.

He was pulled out of his daydream when Louis began to unbuckle his belt. Harry looked down, watching his fingers work them open. He was already so hard, it was a wonder it didn’t bust right through his briefs.

“Honestly, at this point, you could breathe on my cock and I’d probably cum,” Harry told him with a mischievous smirk.

“Well, then…” Louis said, bringing his hand up to his mouth before letting out a few comical breaths as if in practice for what he was about to do. Harry couldn’t help but let out a deep chuckle. He was so fond of Louis’ humor.

“Not how I wanna come though,” Harry told him honestly.

“No? How do you want it?” Louis asked, quirking his eyebrow.

“While you fuck me,” Harry said confidently, although he could feel the heat in his cheeks. He was quite surprised he actually said it, and even more surprised when his voice hadn’t quivered. He knew what he wanted and he figured he was just way past playing coy.

“Mm, can’t wait,” Louis moaned, his eyes closing momentarily as he bit his lip.

“I’ve uh, got condoms and some lube…” Harry told him as the bashfulness hit him full-force. He knew he needed to stop blushing, but he couldn’t seem to control it.

He quickly moved toward his bag and dug around where he knew they would be.

“I’ve got some too,” Louis told him. Harry turned his head just in time to catch Louis’ smile and couldn’t help but smile back.

“Here they are. Lou gave them to me a while back,” Harry confessed as his cheeks heated up even more, if it were possible. He grabbed the items in question and brought them over to the nightstand.

“Yeah?” Louis asked, heightening his eyebrows. Harry cringed, hoping it wouldn’t make Louis upset. He didn’t want him to think he betrayed him by telling someone about them.

“Lou knows ‘bout us?” Louis asked him.

“Uh, yeah. I uh, I needed someone to talk to. Back when, you know…” Harry stammered, feeling like proper shit.

“Yeah,” Louis said quietly, his face dropping noticeably.

“But she won’t say anything. I actually kind of came out to her,” Harry told him as a smile tugged at his lips, walking back over to Louis.

“Yeah?” Louis asked, looking a bit hopeful.

“Yeah. Told her I thought I was gay ‘cause I couldn’t stop fooling ‘round with you,” Harry said with a wide-smirk.

“Yeah?” Louis asked, his smile now the focal point on his face.

“Mm-hmm. She gave me the condoms and lube, just in case,” Harry told him.

“Wish I woulda known. Coulda avoided an awkward conversation with Martin,” Louis said with a wide smirk, referring to one of their assistants who did most of the shopping for the band.

“Sorry,” Harry said, but couldn’t help the smirk on his face.

“’s okay,” Louis said, biting his lip as he looked back at Harry.

“Kiss me,” Harry breathed and Louis immediately leaned in, connecting their lips.

It was slow and sweet and quite pleasing, but Harry knew they really needed to get down to business before his cock spontaneously combusted or something.

“Take ‘em off,” Louis told Harry when he pulled back. Harry cocked a questioning eyebrow at him and Louis tugged lightly at Harry’s jeans.

Harry bit back a smile as he pushed them down his legs, watching as Louis did the same with his own.

“C’mon,” Louis said as he crawled onto the bed, pulling the duvet off completely.

Harry crawled up after him and slid onto his side, his head propped up on his hand as he looked over at Louis who was smiling down at him.

“You’re beautiful, Lou,” Harry breathed unabashed.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Louis cooed, sliding up against Harry so they were touching.

“I love you,” Harry breathed, leaning in to kiss his lips.

“I’m in love with you,” Louis told him honestly.

Harry pulled him into his arms and kissed him hard. He was so in love with Louis it hurt. He couldn’t wait to get back to London so the two of them could spend night after night in each other’s arms. He wanted everything with Louis. Everything.

“Relax, baby,” Louis cooed against Harry’s mouth as he slowly laid Harry back onto the mattress.

“Mm,” Harry hummed, closing his eyes momentarily.

When he opened them, Louis was hovering above him, smiling down at him. Harry’s smile was instantaneous. Louis was the sun and Harry knew his life would always revolve around him.

Louis leaned in kissing Harry’s jawline, down his neck to his chest, down his sternum to the large butterfly on his belly. Every single kiss sent sparks ricocheting off his heated skin. And the lower Louis’ mouth got, the more intense the feeling. As Louis descended, Harry felt his finger slip into the waistband of his briefs, tracing a line across them. And when his mouth moved down his navel, Harry’s stomach muscles jumped.

“Mm, ticklish?” Louis asked, looking up at Harry.

“Mm,” Harry hummed as a smile played at his mouth.

Harry watched as Louis licked at his lips before his fingertips slid down the sides of Harry’s briefs, gathering the material as he pulled them down. Harry lifted his bum to help Louis along and soon enough, Louis was discarding the knickers onto the floor.

As Louis’ eyes looked Harry up and down, Harry didn’t even have a thought of insecurity. All he felt was wanted, desired. Louis eyes were swimming with lust and it made Harry feel powerful.

“Mm. So beautiful,” Louis cooed, biting at his lip again.

“Louis,” Harry whimpered. He needed Louis to touch him. Too much time had passed since his hands were on him last.

“Relax, baby,” Louis cooed, smiling up at Harry as he slid his palms up and down Harry’s bare thighs.

“Mm,” Harry hummed as relief flooded him.

“Gonna make you feel good,” Louis promised as his hand wrapped around Harry’s cock, tugging it up and down.

“Fuck,” Harry moaned, closing his eyes as pleasure skated through him.

He didn’t know how well he’d be able to hold on if Louis kept it up and he did not want to cum from another hand job. He’d gotten enough of those over the past couple of months. He wanted something he’d never felt before and Louis knew that.

“Lou,” Harry breathed, reaching down to place his hand over Louis’.

“Wanna feel you,” Harry told him, hoping his words would convey his emotions effectively.

“Okay,” Louis said, taking his hand back, sliding both of his underneath Harry’s thighs.

When Louis’ mouth came down, licking across his taint, Harry’s entire body shuddered. It was like stimulation over-load. But he honestly didn’t even anticipate the feeling of Louis’ tongue sliding across his rim because it was literally ten times the feeling as before and caused Harry to clench up involuntarily.

“Relax, baby,” Louis cooed, looking up at Harry between his legs.

“It’s… it’s… a lot,” Harry said as his breathing shuttered.

“A lot, good? Or a lot, bad?” Louis asked him.

“Good. Good. All good,” Harry reassured him.

“Mm,” Louis hummed through a smile as he leaned in again, lapping against the small opening.

As Louis continued to stimulate it, Harry literally became a writhing, shaking, mess of a man. It was pleasure he’d never experienced before and had a hard time relaxing into it, though he knew if they were going to do what they set out to do, he needed to center himself.

As Louis’ finger prod at the opening of Harry’s rim, he felt the anxiety swell up inside of him. What if it hurt? How would they continue?

“Louis. Louis, Louis, Louis,” Harry whimpered quickly before he went any further. Louis immediately stopped, looking up at the younger boy.

“Yeah, babe?” He answered.

“Just… just be gentle,” Harry told him, the plea ever-present in his voice.

“Always, babe,” Louis told him confidently. Harry nodded his head as he relaxed against the mattress, waiting for the pleasant torment to begin again.

“Don’t be scared, love,” Louis cooed, his voice soft and feather-light. It calmed Harry.

“I-I’m not scared. Just nervous,” Harry admitted quietly.

“Nervous is okay. I’m nervous too,” Louis said, smiling sweetly up at him.

“You are?” Harry asked, looking down between his legs at him, the beautiful boy he fell in love with.

“Yeah. I mean, who wouldn’t be? Weren’t you nervous the first time you—?” Louis asked, looking up at Harry as he worried his lip between his teeth.

“Yeah. Yeah, I was,” Harry said with a nod.

His first time having sex was something he didn’t like to think about. He was awkward and didn’t really know what he was doing and definitely didn’t last as long as he hoped he would. It wasn’t a fond memory and he didn’t want this time to be anything like that.

“I was too. I was a proper mess my first time. Didn’t know what in the bloody hell I was doing. That girl was probably traumatized,” Louis said with a laugh.

“Yeah,” Harry chuckled, really starting to feel comfortable again.

It was Louis who he was with, not just some girl from school. He had time to develop proper feelings for Louis. And he did. He loved Louis. He loved him more than he loved anyone he ever loved before. And he needed him to hear it.

“I love you, Lou,” Harry breathed, looking at the boy lying between his legs.

“I love you too, Harry,” Louis said with a peaceful smile.

“I’m ready,” Harry said as he took a deep breath and let it out.

“Yeah?” Louis asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah,” Harry said confidently.

“Mm,” Louis hummed, leaning up to kiss Harry.

They both had to strain a bit to reach one another’s mouths, but they managed. It was a simple kiss, but it seemed like it was meant to signify the start of their sexual awakening. At least it did for Harry.

Louis mouth found Harry again and he couldn’t seem to help the whimpers that escaped him.

“Maybe I should try a little lube?” Louis offered.

“Yeah, yeah,” Harry agreed, reaching up onto the nightstand for the small bottle before passing it off to him.

He watched as Louis opened it and squirted a bit on his fingers, rubbing it around to warm it before carefully sliding his fingers across Harry’s rim.

“Mm. Bit cold,” Harry shuddered involuntarily.

“Sorry,” Louis said, sending him an apologetic look.

“”s okay,” Harry told him.

“Are you ready? Are you okay?” Louis asked, looking up at Harry.

“Mm-hmm,” Harry hummed, nodding his head.

“Yeah?” Louis asked again.

“Yeah,” Harry confirmed.

“Okay,” Louis breathed, circling his finger around the little bundle of nerves.

“Breathe, Harry,” Louis said and Harry let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding in.

Slowly, carefully Louis slipped his first finger inside and Harry let out another weighted breath.

“You okay?” Louis asked, looking up at him.

“Mm-hmm,” Harry hummed, biting at his lip.

As soon as Louis began to slip his finger in and out of Harry, he began to relax. He didn’t realize how good it would feel.

“’nother,” Harry mewled, biting at his lip as Louis moved it in and out.

“Another,” Louis confirmed and slipped it’s mate in with it, stretching him, massaging him. Harry let out a shuddered breath as the pleasure intensified.

“Are you still good?” Louis asked carefully as he continued to move his fingers.

“Good. Yes. So good,” Harry murmured, his eyes closed, his head tossed back against the mattress.

By the time Louis had the third finger in, Harry was practically shaking with need.

“Lou. Lou, now,” Harry whimpered, looking down his body at him.

“Yeah?” Louis questioned.

“Yes,” Harry insisted.

Louis pulled himself up onto his knees, his cock jutting out through the fabric of his skivvies, a tiny wet mark where the pre-cum leaked. Louis stepped off the bed to pull off his knickers before walking over to the nightstand to retrieve a condom. Harry watched on like a voyeur as Louis ripped it open and pulled it out, before tossing the empty packaging back onto the nightstand. When Louis slid the condom down his cock, Harry couldn’t help but lick his lips, because he knew he would soon be the thing sliding down his cock and he was filled with many overwhelming emotions over that fact.

Louis’s blue eyes met with Harry’s green ones and there was a moment of pure peace between them. A moment of understanding, of safety, of love.

“C’mere,” Harry cooed, holding out his arms for him.

Louis crawled onto the bed, into Harry’s arms, kissing him sweetly.

“I love you,” Harry breathed as he looked up into Louis’ eyes, swiping his hair off his forehead.

“I love you,” Louis said, leaning into meet their lips again.

Louis looked down in Harry’s eyes again and Harry gave him a little nod and Louis knew. He slowly slipped himself down Harry’s body as he grabbed the bottle of lube, coating the condom with it, then Harry once again.

“I don’t want to hurt you. If it hurts, I can use my fingers again. But you have to tell me if it hurts, okay,” Louis told him. Harry nodded his head.

“You understand?” Louis insisted.

“I understand,” Harry confirmed.

“Okay,” Louis said quietly as he pulled up Harry’s thighs, just enough to grant him access.

Harry did his best to keep his breathing even, to keep the anxiety at bay. This was what he wanted. He wanted Louis. All of him.

“Are you ready?” Louis asked, looking into Harry’s eyes again.

“Ready,” Harry mewled as he nodded his head again.

He could feel the pressure from the tip of Louis’ cock against his rim and he almost ached for it to go further. He wanted it. And when it slowly slid in, Harry shuddered out a breath as the pleasure engulfed him.

“Harry, you okay?” Louis asked suddenly.

“Y-yes. Yes. Keep going,” Harry pleaded.

And slowly, slowly Louis pressed himself inside. And it was good. Really fucking good. By the time Louis began to move inside of him, Harry was already shaking with pleasure and it only intensified as Louis built up his rhythm.

“Faster, Lou,” Harry said breathlessly, almost ready to start bucking into him.

“Yeah?” Louis grunted.

“Yes,” Harry groaned.

And as requested, Louis sped up, causing Harry to let out a guttural moan deep within him.

“Good?” Louis questioned.

“Yes,” Harry whimpered as Louis continued, speeding up more and more until he was literally sucking in gasps as he over-exerted himself over and over.

“Gonna cum,” Harry whimpered as he felt all the makings of an orgasm.

“Mm,” Louis grunted, keeping up his steady pace.

“Gonna, gonna…” Harry whined as he let out a low grunt and released all over his belly.

“Mm, beautiful,” Louis cooed just before he let out grunt and a large breath he seemed to be holding in, his body finally stilling.

“Did you finish?” Harry asked as he looked up into Louis’ eyes.

“Mm,” Louis confirmed as his chest heaved with exhaustion.

“Love you, Lou,” Harry said, his eyes heavy with sleep.

“Love you, Harry,” Louis told him as he slowly slipped out of him.

“Mm,” Harry breathed.

“Let’s get you cleaned up before you fall asleep on me,” Louis suggested, taping against Harry’s thigh.

“Mm,” Harry grunted as he slowly pulled himself off the bed with Lou.

The two of them cleaned themselves up in the bathroom before turning out the lights and quietly slipping into bed with each other. Harry fell asleep in Louis’s arms, feeling completely sated and safe and loved.

It was the beginning of everything and Harry couldn’t wait to spend his life with Louis. No more smoke and mirrors to hide behind. It was love and trust and happiness from then on out.

Notes

THE END.

Holy fuck! I started this story over FOUR years ago and managed to finally churn out this final chapter tonight. I honestly should be in bed, but knew if I didn't finish it, it might take me another four years to get it done. I really hope you enjoy the conclusion as much as I do. *sigh* I love Larry so fucking much.

Please, leave a comment and rating. I would love to hear from you. Cheers!

Also, I haven't read the previous nine chapters in quite a while, so I'm hoping there aren't any continuity errors. Eeep!