Facade: Love, Lust and Deception

CHAPTER 12

Harry stayed over after Louis' persistence, as if anyone could refuse his puppy eyes. So now they were sitting on the floor of Louis' bedroom, his head on Harry's thigh as Harry admired his small room.

His fingers twirled loose strands of hair off his forehead before letting them fall back in place, Louis glaring at him when a strand got stuck in his ring and hurt.

The silence didn't leave an awkward and claustrophobic feeling in Louis' chest, instead it felt like cotton candy. Soft, palpable and gentle. Their breathing, the sound of their lips devouring each other momentarily broke the silence but the symphonies were what was shaping their broken hearts.

Harry's hands found their way to Louis' Jeans' back pockets, rolling both of them to the floor. A surprised giggle erupted from Louis as he pressed himself on top of the older man.

"Hello" he hums, Harry's mouth nibbling and kissing whatever exposed skin it could find. A shiver ran down his spine as Harry mouthed hungrily at his cool skin, warming it up with heated kisses and licks.

"Ha-harry" a gasp fades away into a mewl as he feels a mark being sucked on the gentle skin of his throat. Gentle breeze ignites a desire along his spine as it seeps into his skin, goose pimples rising along the back.

"God you're so irresistible" Harry rasps, flipping them over as his firm and heavy body hovered on top of the smaller boy.

Louis' fingers entwined with Harry's as the curly haired man held them in place above Louis' head, their lips wet and slick with saliva as none of them stopped kissing. Gentle tugs and nibbles on Harry's lip just made him let out a rather dick erecting growl, leaving Louis with wetness leaving a mark on his pants and an embarrassing needy whine.

Harry wasted no time ripping off Louis' jumper, sucking gentle kisses on his golden skin. He moved lower, nipping loosely above Louis' navel, hands holding his hips in place

"So beautiful for me princess."

And oh .

That made Louis flush deep red, a likeness to the name visibly obvious as the wet patch on his pants grew.

"Such a responsive baby I've got on my hands hm?" Harry hummed against Louis' collar bone, undoing the sweats lying low on Louis' hips before sliding them down.

A wave of relief and shiver ran down Louis' spine when a cool breeze came in contact with his body. His fingers tug Harry's curls lightly eliciting a low rumble that the smaller boy felt against his pelvis where Harry was pressed.

Plump red lips sucked a deep bruise on Louis' hip. Louis shuddered his hand resting on Harry's head when the older man abruptly stopped.

A whine got stuck in his throat when he felt Harry's thumb graze over a scar right under his stomach. His eyes flared something Louis couldn't place but made his heart warm. His small hand cupped Harry's jaw, leaning up and kissing him deeply.

"Lou wha-"

"Not now." He whispered.

Not ever. He thought. This was something he didn't want to put on Harry. His dysfunctional life and family wasn't Harry's responsibility to fix. His skin burned when Harry's fingers dug into the curve of his waist, pulling his chest flush against the older man's.

Harry's shirt was now discarded into a crumpled heap with Louis' clothes. Leaving the smaller boy only in his boxers. His fingers ran along Harry's abs, a needy whine ripping out of his throat as he felt his pulsating cock press against his own through the fabric of his boxers.