louis tomlinson is so smol
louis tomlinson is so smol
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concept: me, being hugged by louis and him rubbing my back in small clockwise circles as i ugly sob into his shoulder because he called me “love”.
im not tryna imply larry is real but if i were harry i would be in love with louis and if i were louis i would be in love with harry anyways larry is real
where is the lie tho
“Hey love, should I shave, or do you want to do it?”
Louis heard the footsteps and imagined the indignant huff before he saw the face that went with it in the doorway.
“It’s like you don’t even know me sometimes,”
Harry stepped into the room and moved behind him, running his fingertips down the dewy skin; fresh from the shower and waiting to be kissed.
He trailed his fingers lower and lower, watching as Louis bit his lip, anticipating him to sneak his hand into the towel around his waist.
He plucked the razor out of his loose grip and turned Louis around by the shoulders.
Louis rolled his eyes. “Boring. What’s the point of me artfully wrapping this towel around me if you aren’t going to whip it off?”
Harry cocked an eyebrow, “I thought we were shaving?”
Louis shrugged, eyeing him up and down. Yeah, but now that you’re in here,“
Harry pursed his lips, tapping a finger against his chin. “Wellll, if I get on the counter, you’ll already be in the perfect spot for shaving…”
Louis slid a hand around his neck, tugging him down for a kiss. His lips curved into a smile, pressing lightly against Harry’s matching one.
“Counter top sex and personal grooming? What more could a guy ask for.”
Harry wiggled his eyebrows. “This guy wouldn’t mind asking for some beard burn,”
“Now you’re speaking my language, babe.”
…
Louis massaged his hands up and down Harry’s thighs, watching his nose scrunch up in concentration, a peek of pink tongue stuck out of his lips.
He got to the last patch of hair, gently wiping Louis’ face with a warm towel, leaning in with his nose to run it along the rosy apples of his cheeks.
“Love you.”
Louis turned his head to catch his lips in a kiss and hummed happily.
“Thank you, darling.”
They had a lot of rituals, but shaving was up there among his favourites.
