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Louis had known it was coming, is the thing. Even if he hadn’t felt the low grade buzz that had been quietly humming just under the surface of his skin since he woke up this morning, he still knows what day of the week it is. More accurately, what day of the month it is.

It’s the third Monday of the month which means that he took his last active pill in this month’s birth control pack last Saturday. He’s not entirely sure why the pack includes a week’s worth of inactive sugar pills to take in the 4th week. He supposes it’s to help people remember where they are in the month and when to start the new pack.

Personally, Louis always ignores the sugar pills. Opting to just toss them in the bin instead of hassling with taking them. For him at least, experiencing a week of dealing with his period is reminder enough. He’s almost happy when he can finally be done and start taking the active pills again.

He knows that a lot of people, male carriers especially, grapple with whether or not to take birth control. And beyond that, what kind of birth control to use. For Louis it really wasn’t an earth shattering decision. He knew he needed protection of some kind. Men tended to generally freak out, when they find out he’s a carrier. Being able to reassure them he’s not going to get pregnant usually calms them a bit.

As for the type of contraception he went with, that was a pretty easy choice too. Although the idea of not having to take a pill everyday was appealing, the thought of having an IUD (or anything really) surgically inserted inside of him was just too scary.

Pill is was then.

The problem though, with most forms of birth control actually, is that the only way for them to work is to force your body into going against what it’s biologically trained to do. As far as your body is concerned its primary job is to grow an egg and knock you up. When you force your body to not be able to carry out it’s job, there are consequences.

Louis’ always considered it to be a necessary evil, but there are moments when he contemplates if it’s worth it.

The problem usually lies in that gap of days between when he took his last active pill and when his period starts. Normally it will start around Tuesday or Wednesday and finish up by Sunday when he starts taking the new pack.

It doesn’t happen every month, but it happens enough to be a pain in his ass. It must be the sharp change in hormone levels or something, but sometimes in those days leading up to his period his anxiety spikes.

It sounds harmless enough, but it can kind of be a big deal. It’s crazy how something that’s literally all in your head can manifest itself in actual physical pain. He usually feels it the most in his shoulders and his arms. A tight pin-prickling sensation that has his skin almost painful to the touch.

Although he usually refrains from checking it with his at-home-monitor, for the sake of his own sanity, his blood pressure always rises so high during that time that he swears he can actually physically feel it.

Just a loud and unexpected cough from a stranger next to him on the tube can have him jumping a mile and nearly going into a full blown panic attack. Not only is it scary, it’s extremely irritating. Louis knows what the problem is, he just has no way of fixing it.   

He has found ways to deal with it, more or less, over the years. Luckily, as a full-time songwriter he does have the luxury of a somewhat flexible schedule. However, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have commitments and deadlines he needs to adhere to.

That brings him to today, the Monday of all Mondays. He’s spent the entire day in the studio recording song demos to be sent out to some pretty big-name talents next week. And although the session was very successful, it was also exhausting. He was entirely too keyed up the whole time, and even now as he walks into his favorite little cafe for an afternoon pick-me-up he still feels like a live-wire ready to snap at any minute.

While he can’t completely ignore the feeling, he does manage to push it down. He’s almost made it through the day. All he needs to do is order his tea and walk the few blocks to his flat. Where he can sink into a warm bubble bath with a glass of wine and attempt to not self implode.

When it’s his turn to order the woman behind the counter gives him a warm smile. “Hey Lou, your usual?” Louis nods at her gratefully. Her name is Caroline, she has neon purple hair that is done up today in pigtails on either side of her head, and a septum piercing in her nose. Louis adores her.

“Yeah, actually can I also get a dash of honey in there too?”

Caroline raises a brow in surprise. “Yeah sure! Rough day?”

Louis chuckles as he runs his card through the machine and gives her a generous tip. “You have no idea.” She just gives him a reassuring smile before going about making his tea. He always loves when she’s working because she puts in the exact right amount of milk. No one else can seem to manage it as well as she can.

He lets himself be somewhat lulled by the quiet jazzy music playing over the speakers and the hushed tones of patrons murmuring to each other around the shop.

He tries to ignore the way he jumps when Caroline calls his name, even as soft as it was. He knows she must have noticed, but she blessedly doesn’t say anything. She just hands him his tea, with that same reassuring smile painted on her face.

“Here you go Louis, I hope your day gets better from here.”

Louis gives her what he suspects is probably a tight smile. “Thanks Caroline, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He takes a sip of his tea as he exits the shop. It’s exactly what he needed, the hint of honey making it exquisite. He closes his eyes and hums to himself happily.

It only takes about 20 seconds for that moment of bliss to go down the drain. Literally. It happens so fast Louis almost doesn’t process it. An older man with a wrinkled yet probably expensive suit, with a briefcase and a sour expression barrels right into him. He doesn’t even flinch as he watches Louis’ tea fly out of his hand and land on the pavement, that delicious liquid running down into the gutter.

Louis just watches in horror as it continues dripping down the drain, his last shred of control seemingly going along with it.

The man doesn’t even bother to pause as he continues shouldering his way past Louis, a low “watch where you’re going” mumbled under his breath.

Objectively, Louis knows it’s probably the hormones but he doesn’t even care at this point. He’s so sick of trying to hold back his emotions and act like everything’s fine when it very clearly and very much isn’t fine.

He bursts into tears right there on the pavement in rush-hour London traffic. He can’t even try to be subtle, loud body wracking sobs leaving his mouth.

Most people ignore it, just blatantly walking right past him like he isn’t there.

Until someone doesn’t.

It’s a young man, probably in his late twenty’s. Maybe just a little younger than Louis. He’s wearing light-washed ripped wide leg jeans and a pale pink hoodie. He has short brown hair that falls in loose curls just below his ears.

When he stops and locks eyes with Louis he notices just how green they are. They’re stunning and Louis almost gets hypnotized by them. The stranger looks concerned as he places a tentative hand on Louis’ shoulder.

“Hey, are you all right? Are you hurt?”

Louis’ sure he can’t speak at this point, but he does manage to shake his head. It’s then that he sees the other man seem to notice the spilled tea at Louis’ feet and he watches the recognition pass over his face as he appears to piece it together.

He pulls Louis into a one armed hug, and normally Louis would recoil from that sort of thing but right now it feels like his only lifeline. He buries his face in the man’s shoulder and immediately he feels the fabric of the hoodie dampen from his tears.

The man murmurs gently in his ear. “It’s alright love. What’s your name?”

Louis still isn’t confident that he’ll be able to speak but he does manage to croak out his name. The man pulls back enough to give him a warm smile. “I wish it was better circumstances, but it’s lovely to meet you Louis. ‘M Harry.”

Harry. It suits him somehow.

He nods backwards at the cafe Louis just came out of. “Let’s go inside. Get out of the middle of everything, yeah?”

Louis really just wants to go home and pretend this never happened, but he’s not sure that he could manage even the short walk at this point. So he just nods and lets Harry pull him inside.

Immediately Louis spots Caroline still behind the counter, but now with a worried look on her face. The tears are still running down his cheeks, but at least he’s not sobbing anymore. Harry guides him to a booth in the corner and encourages him to sit down, which he does gratefully.

Harry glances at the menu board before turning back to Louis. “What were you drinking?”

Louis sort of shrugs in Caroline’s direction before mumbling out, “she knows my order.”

Harry nods before moving gracefully up to the counter. Even though he’s speaking in a low voice Louis still hears him. “Hi there, I’ll have his usual and a medium iced honey lavender latte with oat milk please.”

Even out of the corner of his eye, Louis can tell that Caroline is still looking at Louis nervously but she gives Harry a tentative nod before starting on the drinks.

Harry starts pulling out his wallet as she puts the cups on the counter, but she shakes her head. “Don’t worry about it, it’s on the house.” Then in a much softer voice, but one that Louis still picks up she says, “you’ll get him home safe won’t you?”

Harry nods firmly. “Absolutely, and thank you so much… erm?”

Caroline gives him a warm smile, and Louis can’t help a weak smile as well at Harry’s sudden awkwardness. “It’s Caroline.”

Harry beams at her. “I’m Harry. Gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl. Thanks Caroline.”

Louis groans internally. Leave it to him to melt down in front of the most charming man on the planet. Bloody hell.

Harry makes his way back to their booth and settles in before tentatively sliding Louis’ tea across the table to him.

Louis gives him what he hopes is a grateful smile before taking a sip. The pleasure is dulled slightly by the anxiety still coursing through his veins, but it does still taste good. He sets the cup down on the small mahogany table between them and notices his hands are still shaking, so he determinedly sets them in his lap.

Harry gives him a gentle smile. “Feeling a little bit better?”

Louis nods tentatively. “I think so yeah. Thank you so much for being so kind, but you really didn’t need to do this.” He lifts his unfortunately still shaky hand and runs it haphazardly through his hair. “It was just a spilled tea, I totally overreacted. I’m a bit embarrassed to be honest.”

Harry scoffs. “Are you kidding me? Don’t be. I saw the whole thing, that guy was way out of line. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Louis gives him what he’s sure is a watery smile. “Erm thank you. I wouldn’t normally admit this to a stranger, but you’ve already seen me cry today so what the hell?” He forces himself to let out a weak laugh. “The thing is my period is due any day now and sometimes the birth control pills make my emotions go a little haywire. I think that’s what happened.”

He’s not entirely sure how he’s expecting Harry to react. Maybe to recoil in horror, or laugh at how pathetic he is. What he definitely isn’t expecting is for Harry to raise his brows in silent surprise before something dark and looking a little bit like want flashes in his eyes. Surely Louis misread it though.

Harry seems to gather himself then, his voice coming out completely controlled and neutral. “I’ve never met another guy on birth control before, but my sister Gemma takes them too. She says they can be nasty little things.”

Louis can’t help but laugh, despite everything. “Yeah, that’s one way to put it.”

Harry seems thoughtful then. “I obviously knew that male carriers exist, but I’ve never actually met one that I know of. I guess I didn’t really think about how much that can effect your everyday life.”

Louis nods. “Yeah it does sometimes, but it is what it is. I just need to get a grip. I’m sorry for wasting your time, you probably have somewhere to be.”

Harry shakes his head firmly. “Nope.” He pops the ‘p’ as if to further solidify his point. “I finished my work for the day already, absolutely no where else I’d rather be.”

Louis does his best to ignore the butterflies that flutter in his stomach at that comment. “So I take it you’ve never been with someone that’s on the pill?” He usually tries not to assume things, but something in his gut is telling him Harry usually goes for blokes.

Luckily Harry doesn’t seem offended by the question, he just shakes his head. “Thinking about it now, I realize it was probably a naive way of thinking, but I never really thought I’d ever be with someone who has a uterus.”

Louis can’t help but laugh again. So his suspicions were correct then.

Harry just pushes on, seemingly unfazed by Louis’ laughter. “Now that I’m thinking about it though, it opens up a whole other door of possibilities.”

Louis snorts in surprise. “What? Guys who randomly break into tears on the street really does it for you or something?” He realizes immediately, that he shouldn’t have said it quite so brashly. He’s always had a nearly nonexistent brain-to-mouth filter. Gets it from his mum.

Fortunately, Harry doesn’t seem to mind. He just laughs good-naturedly. “No not exactly, but it does have certain appeals.”

There’s that look again. Those gorgeous green eyes, pupils slightly dilated, are hungrily boring into Louis’ own. Louis wills his voice not to shake. “Like what?”

Harry leans back then, seemingly contemplating his answer. And for the first time since they met, Louis realizes just how confident and comfortable in his own skin Harry seems. It’s entirely way too attractive.

“Well, I’ve always thought that I’d like to have children some day. If my partner agreed, of course. I just never really thought I would ever be able to have them the natural way.”

He pauses then and Louis watches in real time as his eyes get impossibly darker. Harry’s already low voice somehow gets even deeper and more gravelly as he leans over the table closer into Louis’ space. “But the thought of my partner carrying my child, their belly full with it. That really does it for me.”

Louis swallows hard, and he can feel his dick twitch involuntarily with interest at Harry’s words. He’s had to tell multiple partners over the years that he’s a carrier, and he’s experienced a myriad of reactions. But never anything like this.

No one’s ever been turned on by it before.

Louis doesn’t say anything because he really doesn’t know what to say. But Harry must take his silence as a rebuttal because he quickly leans back in his seat, a sheepish look on his face. “Oh my god I’m so sorry. Here you are spilling your guts to me, and I have to go and make it sexual.”

Louis immediately shakes his head, his voice coming out more shrill than he would have preferred. “No! No, it’s not that. It was fine, it’s just.” He pauses, trying to find the right wording. “It’s just that I’m used to guys I’m seeing reacting negatively when they find out I’m a carrier. No one’s ever actually been into it before.”

He gives Harry what he hopes is a reassuring smile. “It threw me off guard, that’s all. You didn’t say anything wrong though.”

Harry just looks confused now. “Wait, seriously? You’ve dated guys that reacted to it negatively? Like, guys as in plural?”

Louis nods slowly, he’s not really sure where the breakdown in communication is here. “Umm yeah, practically every guy I’ve ever dated and most of the ones I’ve hooked up with.” He feels his cheeks heat up then. “Not like I’m hooking up all the time or anything, I just mean the few times that I have it usually doesn’t go over that well.”

Harry still looks kind of confused, tilting his head to the side. “How so?”

Louis shrugs. “Most guys just don’t want to deal with it. I think for a lot of gay guys they think unplanned pregnancy is like the one thing they don’t have to worry about. So they feel kind of blindsided when they realize it’s a possibility with me. That’s why I take the stupid pill in the first place, so I can offer them a sort of peace of mind I guess.”

Harry looks genuinely shocked now. “Seriously?”

Louis just nods, he’s not really sure what else there is to say.

He watches as Harry’s eyes flash darker again, but this time his expression is much stormier. “Those guys were idiots Lou.”

Louis feels something deep in his tummy swoop at the nickname. But it appears Harry isn’t finished talking.

“If I was ever lucky enough to be with someone like you, I would make sure you knew just how incredibly special you are. I would worship the ground at your feet, and spend the rest of my days trying to make you happy.”

Louis feels his breath hitch. He’s almost certain that Harry has to be taking the piss now, but as he searches his face he finds nothing but genuine honesty. And suddenly, he feels more confident than he has in days, maybe even weeks.

“What’s your last name?”

Harry scrunches his brows in confusion. “Huh?”

Louis just smirks. “What’s your last name Harry?”

Harry still looks confused, but answers anyway. “Styles, why?”

Louis lets his grin grow wider. “Well Harry Styles, has anyone ever told you that you’re kind of an intense guy?”

Harry lets out a startled laugh before a giant grin splits his own face, making the most adorable dimple appear. “Yeah I ‘spose I can be sometimes. Sorry ‘bout that.”

Louis shakes his head. “Don’t apologize.” He leans forward over the table, mimicking the way Harry did it earlier. “I think I like it.”

He watches as Harry uses both hands to grip the edge of the table, his knuckles practically turning white with the effort, and his eyes are closed. “I’m trying very hard right now not to say something wildly inappropriate for a public space.”

Louis just grins. “Open your eyes.” Harry looks reluctant, but he still complies with the request. When he does Louis nearly loses his breath at how wide his pupils are blown from arousal.

“Harry. Can you take me home now please?”

Harry practically groans in relief. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Louis chuckles as he lets himself be pulled out of the booth and towards the door, their half drank drinks left forgotten on the table.

This Monday may turn out to be not as terrible as he thought.

***

After a brief debate they determined that Louis’ flat was closer.

As he unlocks his front door he silently cheers the fact that he stress cleaned the entire place last night. Harry shuffles inside behind him and immediately is in his space. Louis lets his back fall against the now closed door. Harry leans forward, one arm on the door beside Louis’ head and the other comes up to gently stroke along Louis’ jawline.

“I can’t get over how gorgeous you are. Wanted you from the second I saw you. Can I kiss you now?”

Louis nods, not trusting himself to speak, his senses completely overwhelmed by all things Harry. He smells incredible, like tobacco and a hint of vanilla.

Harry uses the hand still on Louis’ jaw to tilt his face upwards. When their lips finally meet it’s tentative at first, but then quickly grows into something stronger. Louis parts his lips immediately to let Harry in, silently willing him to take whatever he wants.

Harry groans as he licks into Louis mouth before finally pulling back just enough to take a breath. “Would it be entirely too much for me to say that I want you so bad right now, I could practically eat you alive?”

Louis laughs, his head falling back against the door. He’s still panting from just one bloody kiss. He’s in so much trouble already.

“I did mention that I liked the intensity didn’t I?”

Harry chuckles as he trails more kisses down the side of Louis’ neck. “You might have said something about that, yeah.”

Louis smiles but then tangles his hand in Harry’s curls, effectively stopping his mouth from traveling any lower. He definitely doesn’t miss the way Harry’s eyes flash darker when Louis gives his hair a slight tug to direct his vision back up. He decides to file that away for later.

“Before we go any further I just want you to know that I don’t usually do this.” He uses his free hand to gesture in between the two of them. “Like I’m not usually just jumping into bed with random strangers I meet on the street.”

Harry’s expression softens immediately, and he stands back up fully so that they’re eye to eye again. “That’s ok Lou, we really don’t have to do anything else if you’re not comfortable with it.”

Louis shakes his head sharply. “No that’s not what I meant. I just.” He bites his bottom lip. “I just wanted you to know that I like you, like this isn’t just physical attraction for me.”

Next thing he knows Harry’s warm lips are back on his own. Louis lets himself melt into it. They stay like that until both of them need to pull back for air.

Harry doesn’t go very far though, his warm breath still ghosting along Louis’ lips as he speaks. “I’m thinking we’re both on the same page then.”

Louis nods and Harry grins before  giving him another peck on the lips. “Bedroom?”

Louis grabs Harry’s hand before eagerly pulling him through the flat. Harry just laughs easily as he lets himself be dragged.

As soon as they reach the bedroom though it appears that Harry doesn’t need any more direction.

They’re back to kissing again. Harry’s hands planted firmly on Louis’ hips as he guides him slowly backwards until Louis feels the back of his legs hit the edge of his bed.

They go down gracefully, their lips never disconnecting. Harry is a warm weight on top of him, but not a crushing one. Louis can already feel how hard he is through the layers of fabric between them and it makes him whine with impatience.

Harry nips at his jaw before leaning back enough to grab the hem of Louis’ band tee and ruck it up enough to expose his stomach. And suddenly Harry’s mouth is on him again, kissing all around his belly.

“Can’t wait to see you pregnant. Imagine how even more beautiful you’d be babe? So full and round. Would make you all mine, wouldn’t it?”

Louis’ eyes fall shut immediately and he shudders.

Harry sounds worried when he speaks again. “Lou is this ok? Was that too much.”

Louis’ eyes fly back open. “No God H, it’s fine. It’s good actually, it’s just…” He lets his head fall back behind him before he groans. “Ugh, I hate how much I like it.” 

Harry sputters out a laugh and when Louis looks back down at him he can see how relieved he looks. “Ok, I’m glad. But you’ll tell me if you don’t like something yeah?”

Louis nods dutifully and Harry looks satisfied with that response. “Alright then, where was I?”

Louis grins. “I think you were telling me how badly you want to knock me up.”

Harry giggles before going back to mouthing along his stomach. “Hmmm yeah, was saying how I’m gonna fill you up so good you’ll be leaking. Bet if you weren’t on the pill I could get it on the first try yeah?”

He teases his fingers along the waistband of Louis’ jeans, falling just short of dipping inside like Louis’ craving for them to. “You’d be pregnant all the time wouldn’t you love? Wouldn’t be able to keep me off of you, I’d have you full up constantly.”

Louis groans again, his hand fisting into Harry’s hair. “Harry for the love of God, shut the fuck up and get inside of me now.”

Harry chuckles darkly before leaning down to place one more kiss right on Louis’ belly button. “I’d be honored.”

Louis rolls his eyes, but he can’t seem to keep the fond off his face. Harry helps him pull off his t-shirt before he rids him of his black ripped skinnies in what Louis is sure is record breaking time.

Louis’ always been self conscious of his curvy body, but he’s never had anyone look at him the way Harry is now. He’s staring at Louis like he’s some sacred object that he can’t wait to worship. It makes a fire burn deep in the pit of Louis’ belly.

“Hey Harry? I think you need to also be naked for this to work.”

Harry shakes his head as if he’s coming out of a trance. He laughs. “Right yeah, excellent point.”

Louis laughs too, but immediately falls silent again the second that Harry sheds his clothes.

Even in the bulky hoodie it was pretty obvious that Harry was fit, but now to see him in all of his glory. It’s a sight to behold.

Louis’ pretty sure he’s gaping as he takes everything in. The splattering of random tattoos that trail down his well defined arms. The butterfly inked right over a set of perfectly toned abs. But the thing that’s really Louis’ undoing are the laurels on his hips that seem to point directly to maybe the most beautiful cock Louis’ ever seen.

He doesn’t think he’s ever thought of a dick as beautiful before, but Harry’s is.

He’s big, but not overwhelmingly so. And there’s just the right amount of curve to it that suggests it’s going to reach all the right places. It makes Louis’ toes curl against his duvet.

Once his eyes do finally manage to make their way back up to Harry’s face he discovers that he’s smirking. “Like what you see?”

Louis rolls his eyes again before playfully chucking a pillow at him. “Oh get off it, you know what you look like.”

Harry grins before climbing back on top of him. Everywhere their skin touches feels like it’s on fire. He leans down to murmur in Louis’ ear. “Always nice to be appreciated though.”

Louis reaches up to play with the cross necklace hanging around Harry’s neck. “Think I’m going to appreciate you even more when you’re filling me up.”

Harry practically growls before catching Louis lips for another kiss. This one is significantly dirtier than all the ones before it and Louis whines into it.

Harry pulls away enough to pant out, “lube?” Louis gestures to the bedside table and Harry nods before leaning over and finding it easily.

When he leans back he looks hesitant for a second. “Condom?”

Louis bites his lip. “Are you clean?”

Harry nods immediately. Yeah my last negative test was about a month ago and there hasn’t been anyone since then.

Louis nods too. “Same here, I’m clean. So no to the condom then.”

Harry seems to hesitate again. “Are you sure?”

Louis can’t help but laugh. “Isn’t that kind of part of the schtick?”

Harry laughs too but he still looks unsure. “Well yeah, of course I’d love that but I don’t want you to agree to it just because you think it’s what I want. I would be fine with whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Louis feels the butterflies in his belly again, pesky little things those are.

“I appreciate that Harry. And I know I only just met you, but for some reason I trust you. If you say you’re clean, then I believe you.”

Now it’s Louis’ turn to hesitate. The next bit coming out practically in a whisper. “And besides, I want it that way too.”

Harry grins. “What’s your last name?”

“What?”

Harry’s grin somehow gets impossibly wider. “What’s your last name Louis?”

Louis grins back when he finally catches on. “Tomlinson.”

“Louis Tomlinson I think I might be in love with you.”

Louis laughs. “Alright, get on with it then.”

Harry hums as he snaps open the cap on the lube. “Love how needy you are already baby. Going to make you scream for it. Gonna make you cry from how good it is.”

It is astonishing how fast Harry can flip from adorable to unbelievably filthy.

It makes Louis’ head spin. In a good way.

The next thing he knows there’s a warm wet hand enveloping his length and he moans out immediately at the contact. Harry starts pulling him off with strong firm strokes right from the start. It feels so good he almost misses the lubed finger playing at his entrance.

He groans when Harry pushes into the first knuckle. His fingers are long, but Louis still takes him in easily.

It doesn’t take much before Harry can start sliding in the second finger. His hand on Louis’ cock not faltering once. “You’re doing so good baby, already taking me so well. So ready for it aren’t you?”

Louis whines while grinding down on Harry’s fingers.

Harry’s already worked up to three fingers somehow. “That feel good baby?”

Louis groans at a particularly hard thrust right against his prostate. No one’s ever found it that quickly before.

“Fuck yeah, H. Need you inside me.”

Harry groans too. “Yeah, almost there.”

He’s still stroking Louis’ cock, but the rhythm has gone slower, probably so he doesn’t come too early.

Suddenly Louis is struck by a thought and he can’t help but chuckle. Harry looks at him quizzically, never halting his movements. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re lucky I haven’t started my period yet, or this would be a lot messier.”

Harry moans so loud it’s worthy of porn.

Louis gapes at him. “You can’t be serious. You like that too?”

Harry gives his cock a firm squeeze before letting go in favor of giving himself a few strong pulls. “Fuck yeah Lou.”

Louis lets out an incredulous laugh.

Harry stops stroking himself and he looks serious again. “Wait, like. Unless, that wouldn’t hurt you would it?”

“What? Period sex?”

Harry nods, his fingers still stretching Louis out slowly.

“No it doesn’t hurt or anything, it’s just that most people don’t like dealing with the mess.” He hesitates for a second. “Actually… no never mind.”

Harry tilts his head to the side. “Actually what? What were you going to say?”

Louis bites his lip again. “Actually, I’m usually way hornier when I’m on my period.”

Harry groans again. “Seriously, I think you’re actually trying to kill me.”

Louis laughs. “Yeah well, so are you. Just fuck me already.”

Much to Louis’ delight Harry seems happy to oblige, slowly pulling out his fingers.

Louis whines lightly at the loss and then watches with dark eyes as Harry reaches for the lube again and slicks up his own length.

He lines himself up before leaning back down for another kiss. He sucks hard on Louis tongue at the same exact moment that he pushes in and Louis’ moan gets lost in his mouth.

Every inch feels like a revelation. He’s not sure that he’s every felt this full before.

By the time he gets all the way seated, Harry’s given up on kissing in favor of mouthing at Louis’ neck and mumbling into his skin.

“Oh my god baby, you feel so good. So tight, but you’re taking me so well. Made for me weren’t you.”

Louis whines. “Move Harry, need you to move please.”

Harry growls. “I got you baby, going to fuck you so good. Fill you up so full.”

With that he pulls almost all the way out before smoothly shoving right back in. He starts a fast pace immediately, nailing Louis’ prostate nearly every time.

Louis moans, his hands braced on Harry’s shoulders. “Oh my fuck Harry, please tell me you’re close.”

He needs to come like yesterday.

Harry nods before reaching down to stroke Louis’ length again. “Yeah baby, want you to come with me. Gonna fill you up so good. Want you full of me.”

Louis feels like his skin is on fire. “Want it Harry, oh my god fill me up. Make me yours.”

One more hard thrust is all takes and Louis’ spilling all over Harry’s hand and his own stomach.

It only takes a few more shallow thrusts after that before Harry stills his movements. Louis’ still shaking from the aftershocks of his own orgasm when he feels his insides get flooded with warmth. He can’t even remember the last time he let someone come in him raw and the feeling makes his eyes roll into the back of his head.

When he comes back to his senses again Harry is peppering soft kisses all over his face. “Are you still with me baby?”

Louis moans, “ugh yeah I think you almost killed me with good sex though.”

Harry chuckles in his ear. “I’m gonna pull out now, ok?”

Louis nods, wincing slightly at the overstimulation. Harry moves like he’s going to get up, but Louis doesn’t let him latching onto his wrist and whining. “No, don’t leave.”

Harry gives him a gentle smile. “I’m not leaving, just need to get a flannel and clean you off first ok?”

Louis whines again but nods, gesturing in the direction of the ensuite. “Fine, third drawer on the left, but make it fast.”

Harry chuckles before disappearing. Louis hears the tap running briefly and then true to his word Harry is back in the room with him. He wipes them both up before running the flannel back to throw in the sink.

When he returns Louis’ crawling under the covers. “Cuddle with me?”

Harry nods, crawling in beside him. He lays on his back and pulls Louis into his side so that his head is resting on Harry’s bare chest. He presses a kiss into the top of Louis’ head. “You doing ok love? Not too sore, or too anxious?”

Louis shakes his head the best he can still pressed to Harry’s skin. “No I’m good, but thanks for asking. Are you ok?”

Harry nods too. “Better than ok, that was incredible Lou. I’d love to do it again sometime, if you want to I mean.”

Louis couldn’t remove his grin even if he wanted to. “I ‘spose I could allow that.”

Harry laughs and starts playing with the hair on nape of Louis’ neck. His voice playfully sing-song. “You gonna let me put a baby in you Lou?”

Louis snorts. “Think you’d at least have to take me to dinner first.”

Harry’s fingers still in his hair. “Can I?”

Louis looks up at him, smirking. “What? Put a baby in me, or take me to dinner?”

Harry rolls his eyes, but it’s fond. “Preferably both, but I’m willing to start with just dinner.”

Louis grins. “I think I can agree to that compromise.”

Harry grins back at him before leaning down and placing a kiss on his forehead.

“Perfect.”