Harry wasn’t even slightly surprised that Louis was trying to hide his faces. He almost seemed self conscious when Harry could see him like this. In a way, it made the taller sad, but he also thought it was kind of adorable. “Baby…” Harry nudged his nose just under Louis’ jaw, and then placed a trail of kisses across the line of it. “Louis…” He wondered if moaning Louis’ name in his ear had the same effect as Louis doing it to Harry always did. It was beyond arousing, and sent a chill up his spine every single time. He wanted to have the highest optimal effect on his boyfriend, especially when these moments were few and far between now.
That was the best and worst sound he’d ever heard and he groaned, turning his face into Harry’s shoulder and pulling him down closer. “Harry,” he begged, tilting his hips upward, chasing every inch. “Please.” He was close, so close, and Harry was the best and only person ever allowed to take him to that point. And he knew that since it had been so long since they’d had sex, Harry had to be close, too.