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Lirry - TOO SHY TO ASK FOR IT

Liam and harry shared everything. Beds, clothes, plates, girlfriends (they did that once and it turned into a disaster), money, and even showers (mum doesn’t know about that). And sometimes Liam wonders if they really share everything. He looks over at Harry picking at his socks and threads his fingers through Harry’s hair. Harry looks up at him with his green eyes (Liam’s are brown he’s sad, that’s one of the things they don’t have in common) and pushes his curls away from his eyelids with his thumb.

“I love you Harry” he says and smiles at the way Harry sucks on his bottom lip and digs a dimple in his cheek because he knows Liam will poke and stroke it. Harry nods because he’s too lazy to speak, and does nothing else but blink up at his twin and grin when Liam puts his finger on his cheek.

Liam makes them a meal, he throws the freshly cooked pasta into the frying pan and adds the vegetables. Harry loves it when vegies are mixed up with pasta or rice and Liam makes sure to make his special meal every Friday night (because mum goes out with her friends and comes back the next day. It’s always been like this)

Harry stabs a broccoli on his fork and feeds it to his brother even if Liam also has broccoli in his plate and uses his own fork. He always opens his mouth and lets Harry feed him. He actually hates broccoli and Harry knows it, but it just makes both of them happy that they can share even if the dislike it, as long as the other one’s pleased then everything can carry on.

Harry makes Liam a cup of tea with no milk and no sugar and does the same for himself even if he has a very sweet tooth. It was a bit weird for sixteen years old identical brothers to never do anything on their own. Always seeking each other’s company and safety. Liam’s arms are trapped around Harry’s and he hugs him tight, waiting for Harry to drift away into a deep sleep. But Harry couldn’t sleep until Liam prepped him with a hundred kisses. A hundred exactly. It made them lose an immense amount of time but it helped them get sleepy and close their eyes to doze off almost immediately.

So Harry closed his eyes and tilted his jaw, purring when he felt the first peck just under his chin. Both of them were counting. By ten, Harry was squirming because Liam’s hair was tickling his face. When he counted past thirty, Liam attacked the side of his neck and Harry was buzzing. Fifty seven and Liam was practically sucking on Harry’s collarbones making him sigh and keen under the gentle touch. He was nineteen kisses away from the last one and Liam swore he heard Harry moan in the back of his throat. He was throwing his head back, opening and closing his lips. Parting them slightly, only making them more plump and definitely kissable. His eyes were still closed and he was rocking between Liam’s legs slowly, trying to concentrate on the little bubble they had created. Harry felt like he was on a pillow made of clouds and Liam felt his insides twist with affection. He smiles and he knows Harry can hear him smile so he opens his green eyes and blinks like he always does. From his position he sees Liam’s face upside down and his smile looks like it’s turned the other way round but Harry doesn’t say anything. He just drifts away in the clouds again.

Liam presses kiss eighty one on Harry’s left eyelid and goes down the tip of his nose. Ten more and then it’s all over. Liam thinks about kiss number a hundred. He wonders where he could place it. Maybe on top of Harry’s head, or on his chin. He sees Harry lick his lips and glisten them with a thin layer of saliva. He really wants to kiss Harry right now. He waits for a few seconds, sensing his body flush with embarrassment but also excitement. Harry lifts his gaze towards him and Liam can just not take it. He wants to take Harry because no one else beside him is allowed. No one is going to get near Harry. Harry looks in Liam’s eyes, but Liam is staring hotly at his lips. He swallows and makes a pushy noise in the back of his throat, motioning Liam to carry on. But Liam is still looking at his mouth and he can see Liam debating inside his head. So Harry mouthes “kiss me” but Liam doesn’t see. He does in fact see Harry chuck his chin up and catch Liam’s lips nine times. The next one was their last kiss and Harry let go of Liam’s lips with a little pop sound. They did kiss once, when Harry bit his lips so hard when he fell over a few years ago. And Liam said this kiss was magic, so Harry’s lip wouldn’t swell.