"What are you doing here? Is everything okay? Did everything go well with your mother?" Louis asks, sounding worried.
"Everything went surprisingly well, actually. Better than I had imagined." Harry reassured him. "But I do need to speak with you."
Louis and Zayn share a knowing look. Zayn gets the idea and excuses himself from the drawing room. "Alright lads, well I'm off to bed. I'm completely knackered and a little tipsy, so it's best I retire now and let the two of you talk. G'night."
"As much as I love seeing you, you are making me nervous with your obscurity" Louis confesses.
Harry walks over to where Louis is seated on a leather sofa and sits beside him. He turns to face Louis and gives a quick glance around the room, then takes his hands into his lap. He then begins to give Louis a brief recap of how his conversation—more like confrontation—between him and his mother went.
"So, we can continue to see each other—in ways your mother is not aware of—if your mother and I meet?" Louis asks, trying to clarify and process what Harry had just told him.
"Correct. Which is why Ellie and I are going to organize a dinner party and we are inviting you—and Zayn, because I know he is your best friend and in some ways, a brother—to our little soirée. I spoke with her before I came over here, just after I spoke with my mother, and she is inviting Niall—who is my best friend. So, it would mean a lot for you to come and meet my whole family." Harry started to worry, thinking he was starting to sound too needy or clingy and coming off too strong, so he started backpedalling. He looked down at his feet and started to let go of Louis' hands. "What am I thinking? It's too short of notice, it just needs to happen before my coronation. But you are probably busy—I mean it's not Friday, which is your usual party time. So, this is off schedule for you. Don't worry about it! You have a kingdom to rule. You obviously don't have time for dinner with someone who ranks lower than you—"
"Harry!" Louis cut him off before he could insult himself any further. He grabbed Harry's hands firmly. "Hazza. I would love to go to your dinner party. I'd be honoured in fact." Louis said with a smile. He'd never called Harry 'Hazza' before. He only called him 'H', but 'Hazza' seemed like more of a term of endearment, whereas 'H' was just a nickname. He liked it. Hopefully Harry did too.
Harry smiled at him, "really, Lou?"
Louis nodded. "I could never be too busy for you. There's no such thing. If it were up to me, I would never leave your side, I would renounce my throne and spend every waking moment making you smile." Harry blushed and smiled at that comment. "That right there! That is why it is impossible for me to be too busy; because who wouldn't want to see that every chance they can get?"
At this point, Harry's eyes were watering, staring right back into Louis', who were also tearing up. Louis leaned in and kissed Harry. It was short and sweet—literally. Louis thought Harry tasted like lemon drops, sweet, a little sour, but the kind of sour that makes you come back for more, the addictive kind.
The two boys giggled with their foreheads resting on the others. Until Harry pulled away and stood up from the sofa. "I better get back," he sighed.
Louis frowned at the loss of Harry's body heat and his sudden urge to leave Louis. "Oh. Is your mother waiting for you?" Louis said, words dripping with disappointment.
Harry tilts his head and says, "actually, she doesn't even know that I left. She went to bed before I came here."
"So, she won't be expecting you for the rest of the night?" Louis asks, eyebrows raised.
"I suppose not, no. Why?" Harry asked, cautiously yet curiously.
"Well, that means that you don't have to leave right away. Maybe you could stay for the night? I mean—you can leave early in the morning before your parents get up for the day; that way, we won't put any more attention on us." Louis suggests.
Harry's eyes lit up once again. He would love to spend the night with Louis. It is risky, but he's been playing by the book for 19 years; it's time he has some fun. And he needs to return the favour Louis gave him on the beach.
Harry stares at Louis. And Louis is staring back at Harry, waiting for an answer. Only Harry doesn't give his answer in words, instead he lunges towards Louis and attacks him in a heated kiss.
Louis response by kissing him back, passionately and grabbing his hips, pulling him in closer.
Harry pushes Louis back to lay down on the sofa, while he climbs on top of him. He starts to nip at Louis' jawline and moves down to kiss his neck, lightly sucking on the tender skin.
"Harry," Louis moans and thrusts his hips up to meet Harry's.
Harry moaned in response and grinded down. He smirked into Louis' neck because he could already feel Louis' hardening cock. He could also feel himself starting to react.
"May I?" Harry asks, hand traveling down to the waistline of Louis' trousers, dipping his fingertip in.
"Fuck, yes Hazza," Louis groaned. "Are you always so polite? Do you ever not have good manners?"
Harry shoved his hand down Louis' trousers and undergarments. He gave Louis' cock a light squeeze. "Just let me do this, yeah?"
And who was Louis to deny him?
Louis nodded eagerly and gestured towards his crotch. "Please, be my guest."
Harry started to move his hand up and down Louis' hardening cock, slowly jerking him off. Both of their hearts are racing, Harry from never having done this before and Louis from having Harry be the one to do this to him, in this moment.
As Harry slowly works up the courage, he starts to lick his lips while staring at Louis' now leaking member. Harry decides it's now or never and lowers his head down to kitten lick the tip.
Louis takes in a short intake of breath. Not expecting Harry's actions so suddenly.
Harry looks up to Louis, worried he had done something wrong from the noise he made. Louis reassures him by running a hand through his curls and says, "do that again, Hazza."
So, he does. Harry kitten licks his tip again and again. In between licks, he gives him little kisses all over his dick. Once Harry feels more confident Louis is in fact enjoying this, he starts to suckle on the tip, closing his lips around it while his hand is still working up and down it.
"F-Fuck! Oh my god, Harry!" Louis screams.
Harry likes that reaction. He wants more of it. So, he takes all of Louis into his mouth in one go. Harry shoved Louis in so far, and so quickly, he hit the back of his throat, which made Harry's throat clench around Louis' tip.
"Shi-i-it! Jesus Christ Harry! You have no gag reflex! Fuck!" Louis moaned so loud; at this point the rest of the castle would be privy to what they were up to in the drawing room.
Harry bobbed his head up and down, each time he went down, he took Louis fully in, without gagging.
Louis tugged on Harry's curls, which made Harry moan around Louis' cock, sending vibrations all the way up Louis' spine. "H-Harry, I'm clo- ughnnn! I'm close! So so close! Ugghh," Louis warned.
Harry moaned, telling him he could take it and to give him the green light to come. So, he did, however, Harry couldn't take it. Once Louis' cum hit the back of his throat, Harry started to choke on it and pulled off of Louis to cough and he started to splutter everywhere.
'Well, that was sexy. Now Louis is going to want to be rid of him because he gives the worst blow jobs in all the United Kingdom,' Harry thought.
"Fuck. I don't think I have ever come that hard before." Louis panted, coming down from his high.
"I'm sorry Lou," said, Harry with a frown.
"About what?" Louis asked, confused.
"The end. I didn't swallow it all like you did for me. I was very messy in fact. Not hot at all." Harry explained.
"Are you kidding me?! That was the best blowie, not to mention orgasm, I've had in my life; and you're apologizing because you couldn't swallow all of it?" Louis asks, baffled.
"Well, yes. You swallowed it all for me, but I couldn't do it for you." Harry said.
"Harry, that was your first time sucking dick right?"
Harry nods.
"Right, so I never expected you to swallow any of it, or even attempt to. But the fact that you tried just for me is so hot. Trust me." Louis reassures him.
"Really?" Harry asks, looking up at Louis through is eyelashes, so innocent, like he didn't just spend the past fifteen minutes with his cock in between his lips.
Louis chuckles at that. "Yes Hazza. And you have no gag reflex, which is super fucking hot. So, I am definitely not complaining."
Harry blushes at that. "Thanks." Harry said in the middle of a yawn.
Louis smiled at him, "well, I'm going to go clean up this little mess you made of me, and then let's get to bed, yeah?"
Harry nodded, eyes feeling heavy.
Louis came back five minutes later, and Harry was already passed out on the couch, where Louis had been previously laying.
Louis picked him up and carried him in his arms to his bedroom. He laid Harry down on his bed and tucked him in under the covers.
Louis got in his bed on the other side and just before he laid his own head down on the pillows for the night, he reached over and gave Harry a kiss on his forehead, some curls spilling over his eyes.
The last thing Louis saw before sleep took him over was how peaceful Harry looked while sleeping in his bed, beside him. And Louis doesn't think he could ever live without this. He's had a glimpse of what his evenings could be like with Harry, and now he doesn't ever want to go back.