"Hawwy?"

"Yes love?" Harry says as he carries Louis inside their mansion on the island, bridal style of course.

"Wheh ah we?"

Louis' eyes are fluttering, ready to let sleep take over.

"We're here love, I'm bringing you to bed."

"Okay."

So Harry takes Louis up the stairs, to their room and softly drops him on the bed and goes down to get their lugage.

As he comes back into their room with the last bags. He walks up to his husband and starts undressing him to his panties so the boy can sleep comfortably. Then he strips down to his boxers and goes to lay next to him.

"Whah you doin'?"

Louis slurs, trying to sexily rub Harry's chest.

"We're going to sleep, darling."

"Nooooo, Hazzy. We didn't even do- didn't even have sex yet. We can finally do... do it!"

"Lou, stop it, you're tired, we can do that tomorrow if you want." Harry tries to comfort the boy but as a reasult the boy starts crying.

"I'm a ho- horrible husband. I can't even make- make love to you 'cause I'm a lazy ass- tired as fu- Please, Hazzy?"

"Come here, darling, let's cuddle. You like being the small spoon, yeah?"

•••

Harry wakes up the next morning next to an empty spot but certainly not in an empty bed.

"Hmhm, Lou." Harry smiles lazily. "What? What are you do- oh damn, keep doing that."

He takes the sheets off his body to reveal the smaller boy tenderly kissing and sucking at his cock, kittenlicking the tip to catch the precome on his tongue.

Harry can't take his eyes off his husband and grasps locks of Louis' hair, pulling gently.

"Take me, love." He encourages as he softly pushes Louis down on his dick.

More words and sounds of pleasure leave his lips as Louis picks up a rhythm until he cums in the boys mouth, Louis swallowing every last drop.

"Good morning." The twinky prince rasps, crawling up to kiss his soulmate.

"God, I love you."

"And I you."

They share a heated kiss as Harry makes them switch positions, ending with himself on top. They break their kiss and Harry presses two of his fingers against Louis' lips.

"Suck."

Louis does as asked, quickly takes the digits into his mouth, licking around them and sucking softly, until Harry claimed them wet enough.

"This'll feel uncomfortable at first, okay love? If you don't feel good tell me, we can always stop."

Louis nods and they share a peck before Harry crawls inbetween the boy's legs, and throwing them over his shoulders so he has a perfect view over the fluttering pink hole.

He presses a first finger to the rim, gently circling it and pressing in with just the tip, before pulling out and repeating, teasing the boy below him.

"Harryyy, sto-stop it!"

Harry freezes, afraid he did something wrong.

"No, no, no, no, no, stop teasing!" Louis rushes out, grinding up to get Harry's finger back into him.

Harry gets the hint and presses the finger back, pushing in further, halting as Louis hisses before picking him a pase.

Louis' hisses soon turn into moans of pleasure, soft and pretty much like the boy himself Harry thinks.  He daringly adds his middlefinger next to the pointer, stretching Louis' hole slightly, making the younger cry out in pleasure, much louder than before.

As be starts scissoring the hole he kisses around the filled up hole, licking the stretched rim and slipping his tongue in slightly.

"Hazzy?"

"Yeah, love?"

"Gon' come!"

"Want to come now or want me in you first?"

"You- uh, you!"

Harry gets the hint as he removes his fingers abruptly, making Louis let out a high whine from the loss of contact. But he soon is silenced as the lubed up cock of his husband is pressing against his bum.

The older of the two positions himself in a way his head is pressed against the reddening hole, slowly pressing in a bit. He distracts Louis from the slight pain with a deep kiss, pouring all his love for him in that one moment.

They simply weren't having sex. They were making love.

And both felt loved as Harry adapted a steady rhythm and was mumbling Louis' name in between kisses to anywhere his lips could reach on the body he worships most. Louis himself let out a string of Harry's name and cried in please as he, much like his alpha, was getting closer to the edge, feeling the heat in his stomach.

"Close, daddy!"

"Me too, baby."

"Ha- haz, daddy, I come?"

"You can, princess. Come."

As they both came down from their high, they whispered sweet nothings in each others ear and layed together until they sticky cum had dried completely.

And maybe they went for a round two in the bathtub, but who shall tell?

••••••

Hello everybody!

Lol this is the longest chapter in this book! Sorry, this was my first time writing smut and probably the last as well, thanks to arxticmichael for helping me with the concept of the falling asleep thing (:

Questions:
- Honestly, on a scale from 1 to 10, how bad was that?
- What's next?

X Emma