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Four rounds of relentless fucking has led to this. It always does. To Harry in the shower with a sore hole and countless combined loads of come to wash off of his skin. To Louis laying prone in the middle of the bed panting from the exertion of giving Harry the ass pounding he deserved. To Louis watching his baby walk out of the shower, naked as the day he was born.
He walks over to the dresser so casually unaware of his daddy sitting on the bed, eyes glued to his cock. It’s soft and pale from the shower but looks so delectable swinging between his legs. Louis loves the feeling of rolling his foreskin in his mouth feeling it retract as his cock lengthens. He loves bringing his greedy little baby to hardness, stroking over the vein on the underside.
It’s a blessing to have a partner who gets hard just from the sound of your voice; it’s a rush to the head. He loves watching Harry’s tight pants form a little bulge on stage when he whispers something dirty to him between verses. Louis loves hearing his baby’s whines and low moans over the phone when he uses just his voice and dirty dirty thoughts to bring him off when they’re apart for Christmas break. But Louis loves it most when Harry is pliant and sleepy and he can just rest his soft cock over his face and inhale the delicious musk from his balls. And that only happens when he’s worked all night to wear his boy out. When he’s made Harry come again and again and again until he’s convulsing under a dry orgasm.
It’s only then that Louis can feel the sun creep up into the sky with Harry’s loose foreskin suckled into his mouth. It is only then that Harry flops back on the bed and lets daddy lick over the small soft cock lying over his thigh without complaining about sensitivity. Instead, he runs his fingers through Louis’ fringe and lets him rest take his cock into his mouth, just a calming warm weight on his tongue. Sometimes, Louis falls asleep like that after a rigorous all nighter of sex and sweat and come- with Harry’s soft cock in his mouth, sucking on it like a comfort dummy.
And it brings out all of Harry’s nurturing instincts and he wishes he could come while soft just to give his daddy the milk he seems to be sucking out of Harry’s makeshift teat. He yearns to cradle Louis’ head on his thigh and hold his dick with the other, letting out a steady stream of warm thick seed into his mouth, watching him close his eyes and gulp down every last drop. And of course, it’s thoughts like these that start getting him hard and snap Louis out of his reverie who slips Harry’s cock out of mouth and curls up to truly sleep with his head on his baby’s tummy.
He leaves Harry grappling with thoughts of baby wanting to become his daddy’s mommy. It makes his head spin. Louis’ sleepy breaths ruffle through Harry’s happy trail. In the best way, of course.