Movies, popcorn, and cuddles - Larry Stylinson
Harry pouted as Louis tapped his legs, indicating he should get off his lap for a moment. Harry disliked this, up until Louis was tugging at the fabric, indicating that that was Harry’s next duty, removing Louis tight jeans from his skin, smirking, and enjoying the sensation of Harry’s fingers skimming Louis’ bare thighs. “Much better…”
Louis copied Harry’s actions without hesitation, pushing Harry’s pants and boxers down in one swift motion once his own pants were gone. “Much, much better,” he said, grinning. He grabbed onto Harry’s hands and pulled him forward. “Now come back here.” He chuckled softly, burying his fingers in Harry’s hair and pulling him in for another kiss.
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I should! If I don’t I definitely have a few different shades of pink that should suffice.…. Well what color heels do you have? Do you have a pair in red?
Hm. Well I’ll consider it then.
Are you sure? They help me with my height! :DDo you wanna borrow a pair of my heels, Louis?AwwwwLouuuuuiiiiis. On his toes, though…
I’m shorter than Harold, alright? No need to point it out.
No, Ariana.
No.
…. Well what color heels do you have? Do you have a pair in red?
I make sure he covers himself.
You say as you currently take off my pants…
Shhhh. I make sure you cover yourself in front of other people. No one gets to see your good except for me.
Do you wanna borrow a pair of my heels, Louis?AwwwwLouuuuuiiiiis. On his toes, though…
I’m shorter than Harold, alright? No need to point it out.
No, Ariana.
No.
Movies, popcorn, and cuddles - Larry Stylinson
Harry could already feel his heart racing as his breath hitched the moment Louis’ hands traveled down. “Only if these,” he said, his hands returning the favor, slowly, teasingly removing Louis tight red jeans, “can come off too.” He whispered, leaning over to kiss him once more, unable to stay apart.
“Of course they’re coming off, too,” Louis said, as if Harry thinking they might not was just appalling. “I can’t break the new house rule, can I?” He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of Harry’s pants, but realized how hard it was to pull his pants off while he was on his lap. He groaned softly. “Up for a second,” he said, tugging at his pants so that he would get the message.
AwwwwLouuuuuiiiiis. On his toes, though…
I’m shorter than Harold, alright? No need to point it out.
