Louis’ kisses are frantic and rushed, and Harry can barely keep up with them. His hands all over Louis; on his back, under his shirt, and in his hair.
The erection Harry’s currently sporting is starting to get really uncomfortable against his jeans, so he tries to adjust Louis on his lap.
“I’m so turned on right now, you have no idea.” Louis whispers into his ear, and then bites his earlobe to add effect.
“Stop it.” Harry moans, and tries to pull his head away from Louis’ wandering tongue, but the footballer can’t be bothered. His hand wanders down Harry’s chest and stops on his growing erection, before he starts rubbing his hand up against it.
“Or what?”
“Or I’m going to come right here.”
Louis mischievously grins. “That would be so hot.”
Harry can’t believe this is happening; yet
