The Girl Who Stole Their Hearts

(Nobody's POV)

Louis fell back onto the sheets, completely spent from his orgasm. Harry crawled up above him, kissing every little inch of his chest along the way.

"So good for me babe, always so good for me." Harry muttered, cupping the older boy's cheek as he nuzzled into the touch.
"Missed you. Missed this." Louis barely more than whispers.
"Lou...do you...wanna maybe...go all the way tonight?"

Louis contemplates it in his head for a moment.

"Yeah I. Yeah. I want it. Need it."
"I know."

Harry's clothes were in a messy pile on the floor next to their bed in a matter of mere seconds.

"Are you sure you want this Lou?"

"I've never been so sure of something in my entire life."

Harry kissed him on the cheek as he rolled on a condom.

"I love you."
"I love you too."

And with that, Harry was thrusting deep into Louis, feeling his tight heat engulfing his 9 inch length. Within minutes, they were both panting for breath, Harry hitting Louis' prostate dead-on with every thrust.

"H-Harry, oh my- oh god I'm gonna- ahh!" Louis screamed out as he shot his hot release in thick, white ropes between their chests, Harry following soon after and shooting his sweet juice into the condom, burying himself deep into Louis.

"Holy fucking shit." They both sighed.