The sun shining down on the sand made it shimmer like gold while the azure waves continued to whistle in the calm ocean. The weather was completely different to that of London. There wasn't a single dark cloud in the sky threatening to pour down and ruin the beautiful day.

For miles it was soft sand spreading like a sheet as the ocean ran along it, not a single soul present to disrupt it.

Anguilla was beautiful. The island felt like it belonged in another dimension, somewhere only he and Harry existed. Louis loved the sense of privacy the place provided.

He had cleared his test with flying colours and Harry had praised him by telling him how proud he was. That was reward enough for Louis, but Harry was insistent on going through with their getaway. Louis was so grateful for that now that he was here.

He heard the glass door slide open behind him and took off his sunglasses as the dominant came into his view.

"Here you go, babe," Harry handed him a glass of margarita before copying his position on the chaise longue.

"Thanks," he leaned over to kiss the man, tasting the Mai Tai they had had before.

Harry was, as it turned out, an expert at preparing drinks. He had had more than half a dozen drinks since morning. Louis was half sure that he would end up passing out by the time evening rolled over.

"I think you are purposely trying to get me drunk," Louis commented, squinting his eyes as the dominant smiled at his accusation, "I think you are planning to take advantage of me."

The smirk that grew on the dominant's face was too sexy for Louis to keep looking at, so he dragged his gaze back to the drink in his hand.

"I don't need to get you drunk for that, darling," Harry's tone was smug, and Louis wanted to deny it but there was no point in lying to himself. "Also, if I remember correctly, you were not even slightly tipsy last night."

Louis blushed at the reminder. Last night had been one hell of an experience.

He had slept all afternoon after arriving at their beach house, was woken by sweet kisses and was carried to the bath by Harry. They had had Maine Lobster and wine for dinner, everything that his dominant cooked for them. He had felt spoilt and pampered, and he loved every second of it.

They were naked by the time they fell in bed, lips joined in deep and messy kisses. He remembered vividly how he had watched with a lust-filled gaze as the dominant went down on him, kissing a wet path down his torso. He had been shocked when he was flipped on his stomach, a shiver running through his body as Harry parted his cheeks to blow air at his hole. The first lick had him gasping loudly. He only became louder with each lick and suckle at his hole, writhing and begging for more, more, more.

The sheets had crumpled under him as he continued writhing in pleasure until he was stilled with a spank to his behind, grasping the pillow and moaning as Harry bit into his thigh.

The dominant had edged him for hours, denying him any release, making him reach the brink before stopping altogether. It wasn't until he had three fingers inside him, begging and crying, that Harry finally permitted him to let go.

The orgasm had raked through his body, it had felt like a shock went through him before making him feel as if he was floating on a cloud.

When he came down from his high, it was to being surrounded by the dominant's arms, lips kissing along his neck and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Harry had proceeded to tell him how beautiful and perfect he was, and Louis had basked under all the attention.

He gave the man a long, sweet kiss before asking for permission to return the pleasure. Of course he wasn't denied that.

He did his best at making Harry feel as good as he had felt. He let the dominant fuck his throat, moaning around the girth as the man praised him. He swallowed all the juices dutifully which made Harry's eyes turn even darker and his dick to get hard again.

Like he said, it was one hell of an experience, and he looked forward to many of those.

He sipped his margarita to hide the blush at his cheeks and shifted around to relieve the tension between his legs.

"Something on your mind?" Harry teased, "Care to share it with me?"

"Nope. I am just peachy," he pouted.

"Come here," Harry held out a hand and Louis took it, settling between the man's legs and resting his cheek on Harry's chest.

"I love it here," he spoke after a while, tone soft and relaxed.

"Yeah, me too."

He was still a little distracted with the bulge between his legs and being in close proximity to Harry was not helping his case. Peeking a look at the man, he found his eyes closed and head tipped back. The exposed column of neck had him shifting closer to press his lips against the man's skin.

Harry let out a groan as Louis continued his work of kissing along the man's collarbone. He did a pretty good work if he said so himself. He let his hand slide down the naked chest before cupping the dominant through his shorts and applying a slight pressure.

"You are being a very naughty boy." The deep baritone in the dominant's voice had him shivering in excitement.

"And?" He challenged, pressing his lips to the shell of Harry's ear, "Does that turn you on?"

The smirk grew back on Harry's face, "Find out for yourself."

Louis bit his lip before sliding his hand inside Harry's shorts, watching the man take in a deep breath as he started tugging slowly at the hardening cock.

"Such a bad boy," Harry whispered against his lips but Louis pulled away before the man could kiss him.

"So, no one can watch us here? It wouldn't be against the law if, you know, in case we end up naked?" He asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows, standing up and hooking his thumbs in his shorts.

Harry was eyeing him hungrily, ready to pounce at him the moment he took off the single article on his body. "I can assure you, we wouldn't be breaking any laws. This is our private property."

"Great!" Louis slid off his shorts and turned around to give the dominant a good look of his behind. "I think I am gonna go for a swim then." He made a dash toward the ocean before Harry had time to react.

He giggled when he heard the dominant chasing after him. "Come back you little shit!"

"Catch me!" He challenged, feeling wild as he swam into the clear water.

His escape was short lived, though. Strong arms wound around his middle and pulled him up. He shrieked loudly when Harry threw him over his shoulder and landed a spank at his cheek.

"You are a menace," Harry shook his head after letting him stand on his feet, trying to contain the smile threatening to break at his lips. "God! I love you so much," the dominant pressed their foreheads together before aligning their lips in a sweet kiss.

"I love you, too," he whispered shyly, all of his energy dissipating as he soon as he heard the man say those words.

Harry smiled brightly, he looked so much younger. Louis wanted to see that smile more often, the vibrant boyish grin his dominant had made Louis' heart skip a beat.

He gasped when the man picked him up by his thighs, walking them out of the water and back under the shade of the parasol.

-

Louis rolled his eyes as watched Harry take another sip of wine. He took the glass from him and placed it on the coffee table before wiggling his way between Harry's legs and picking up the spoon to continue eating his ice cream.

"Okay...," Harry drawled on the syllable, "What was that?"

"That was me preventing you from a fried liver," he quipped and turned his attention back to mint and chocolate chip.

"We are on vacation, I am allowed to drink, and it's just wine." Louis swatted at Harry's hand when the man tried to reach for the glass with red liquid.

"Here," he tapped the dominant's lips with the cold spoon and smiled when his offer was accepted, "Ice cream is much better and it won't threaten your health."

"Let's come back to that when you have rotten teeth and diabetes."

"You have been drinking since morning, keep your remarks to yourself."

He knew he was a little out of line with the way he was talking but all Harry did was smile in return. He was half sure that the dominant loved his wit.

"I don't know how someone can like ice cream that much?"

"I don't know how someone can not like it? Were you raised by wolves? Did you hit your head when you were a child? I think you did, because nobody hates ice cream," he gave the man a sharp look as he ate another spoonful.

"I never said I hated it, I just don't like it as much as you do," Harry sighed.

Louis knew he won their little banter when the dominant chose to bury his face in Louis' neck, leaving little kisses to distract him.

"It used to be the highlight of my week when I was in the academy," he confessed, smiling at the small frown birthing between the dominant's eyebrows, "I hated my time there, you know that. But every Sunday night we used to get ice cream after dinner. It used to be my favourite part. It gave me a sense of normalcy. I-I know it's weird and sad, but it somehow comforted me."

He refused to meet Harry's eyes. He was embarrassed of his confession. Who seeks comfort in ice cream? A child probably, and he was ashamed after admitting why he liked it so much.

"Look at me, Pet."

"No," he hid his face in Harry's chest, pouting when the man took the tub and spoon from his hands.

"Please, love," Harry caressed his cheek, smiling when Louis complied. "Thank you for sharing that with me."

"You are not weirded out?"

"I think it's adorable, and absolutely normal to seek comfort in small things." He melted into the kiss, the taste of wine and mint was unique and surprisingly good. "Don't ever change the way you are, darling."

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