"Haz." Harry groaned and pushed his face further into his pillow. "Hazza." The voice was more insistent. Harry willed it away and pulled his covers up to his shoulders. Just when his mind was going fuzzy again a whoosh of cool air hit him and a dim light registered behind his lids. Then a small, warm hand was digging under his blanket and patting his arm. "Babe, can I come in?"

"Lou," he slurred. "Sleeping."

"I know. Let me sleep, too." Louis pushed against Harry until he moved over and Louis slipped in next to him. They both moved around like magnets, subconsciously moving together until Harry had Louis practically under him, arm wrapped around him.

"Bad dream?"

"Just lonely," Louis answered. "I missed you."

Harry chuckled, low and lazy. "I was with you all day on this goddamn bus. How could you miss me?"

Louis leaned up and rubbed his lips to Harry's jaw. "I always miss you when I'm not with you." He hummed and kissed his skin. "Especially when we don't sleep together."

Harry pressed his lips into Louis' hair. "I miss you, too."

"Liar." Louis pinched his side. "You were in sleepy dreamland before I woke you. You didn't miss me at all."

Harry scoot down so they were face to face and rubbed his hand languidly down Louis' side. "I did miss you. I was just dreaming about you and it was so nice I didn't want to wake up."

Louis pursed his lips, not sure if Harry was taking the piss or not. "What was your dream about?"

Harry squirmed a little and hid his face in Louis' shoulder before pecking a kiss to his bare skin. "It was a really good dream."

Louis smirked. "Oh yeah?" Harry bit down on Louis' shoulder gently for his teasing. "Tell me," Louis urged.

"Well," Harry started, shifting so he was hovering over Louis. He dipped down for a quick kiss before he started recalling his unconscious desires. "We were in a big bed."

"That's how you know it's a dream."

Harry laughed quietly with Louis and continued. "We were in this big bed, and you were laid out under me." Louis hummed in approval and shifted under Harry. "And I was on top of you."

"Like we are now?"

Harry rubbed along Louis' flank. "Yeah, just like this."

"What else?"

"I was leaving marks all over you. I love to but I never get to."

"I know," Louis agreed, "but I love when you mark me up."

"I left big, purple bruises on every single one of your tattoos."

"Every single one?" Louis smirked.

Harry lowered down and nibbled on Louis 78. Louis sighed high in his throat and gripped at Harry's arm. He sucked on his skin, leaving lovebites in a trail to his nipple before sucking on the nub. Louis' nails found Harry's tricep and he bucked up against Harry. Harry pinned him to the small mattress by his hip and moved over to suck on the loopy scroll across his left pec. Louis bit his lips to stay quiet, well aware of the other boys sleeping not ten feet from them.

Harry clenched his inked skin between his teeth, making Louis groan and press his hand to his mouth. Harry pulled Louis' hand from his face and pushed it under his body, behind his back. He slipped down Louis' body, lips skimming over his flushed skin in the dark of bunk. "Budge up," Harry whispered and Louis pushed himself to the top of the bunk, leaning against the wall on Harry's pillows. Harry mouthed at Louis stomach, over the indentions of his muscles while he pulled Louis' joggers down his legs. Louis let his head fall back to the wall and took a long breath to keep himself quiet.

Harry waited for Louis to look back down at him to attach his lips to Louis' bulge through his pants. Louis' fist found a handful of Harry's blanket while he swallowed a moan. "Haz," he breathed, voice thick with lust.

Harry sucked on the protruding head outlined by Louis' hip while he looked up at Louis innocently. Louis' jaw clenched at Harry's antics. Harry ran his tongue from Louis' wet tip, against the cotton, to his balls and sucked on Louis' sac. Louis' eyes fluttered closed and his hands shot to his pants, tugging on them to try and get them off. Harry chucked darkly and raised a brow. "Eager," he noted.

Louis just huffed and kicked his pants and joggers off his feet and into the corner of the dark bunk. "Are you gonna suck me off or what?" Louis sassed.

Harry just licked his lips and cocked his head in mock confusion. "Is that what you want?" Louis nearly snarled in need and bucked up so his erection brushed against Harry's face. Harry grabbed Louis by the base and squeezed. Louis humphed a sound and tried to buck again, but Harry's hold kept him on the bed. "I'm not sure you heard me?," Harry drawled. "I ask you what you wanted, and I'm waiting for a polite response."

Louis sighed and relented, "Harry, you fucking prick, I would like very much if you would put those gloriously pink lips around my cock and suck very hard until I come."

Harry had to press his lips together to contain his fond smile, but said, "No."

Louis head snapped up. "What?"

"I'm good, thanks. But there is something I've been dying to do for days."

Louis tried to roll up again, but Harry still had a firm hold on him. "And what would that be, my darling Harold?" Louis snarked.

Harry let Louis' prick go and grabbed one of Louis' thighs in each hand. He pushed them wide so Louis' legs bent up by his hips. "Eat you out."

Louis tried to close his legs but Harry just pushed them wider. "Don't, Harry. Not here."

"Why not?" Harry asked casually while he kissed down the inside of Louis' thigh.

Louis tensed in anticipation and grabbed a handful of Harry's long hair. "Because," he pushed out through his haze of desire, "I can't be quiet when you do that."

"I know," Harry quipped, breath fanning over Louis' most intimate spot.

"Jesus, Harry," Louis breathed and grabbed his hair more firmly.

"You might want to find something to bite onto, Lou. This might take a while."

Louis groaned and fumbled to grab something. He pulled Harry's blanket up and pushed it into his mouth. He bit down on the fabric as Harry poked his tongue out and swept it lightly across Louis' hole. Louis shivered at the feeling and massaged his fingers into Harry's scalp.

Harry hummed happily and pursed his lips to Louis' rim. He sucked on the tight skin until Louis was tensing and flinching under his ministrations. The blanket was wet with Louis' saliva and he was whimpering into the material. Harry licked across his hole before dipping his tongue in past the tight ring. Louis squealed into the blanket and bucked against Harry's mouth. Even with the gag, Louis' sounds were filtering easily to Harry's ears, and no doubt, outside the curtain.

Harry reveled in the noises Louis was making, his high-pitched moans and little whines that begged Harry for more even though he couldn't handle what was already being given to him. Harry rolled his tongue inside Louis, brushing against his hot walls and tasting his skin. Louis mewled and gyrated back on Harry's face. Harry kept his tongue deep and his lips suctioned to Louis entrance while Louis rode his face, spreading spit across Harry's chin.

Harry curled his tongue and pressed it against Louis' spot roughly. Louis arched off the bed and screamed into the blanket. Harry smiled against him and flicked his tongue over Louis' prostate over and over, pulling desperate cries from Louis' full mouth.

Louis ripped the blanket from between his lips and gasped, "Close, Haz-fuck!"

Harry pulled him that much closer by his thighs and buried his face deeper to pressed his tongue flat against Louis' soft bundle of nerves. Louis sobbed and hit his hand against the wall of Harry's bunk as he shot his release up his stomach and chest, shaking through it as Harry kept his tongue moving and teasing.

Louis shied away once it became too much, but Harry didn't let him far before he pulled him back wrapped a hand around Louis' length so he couldn't go soft. He pulled his tongue out and instead sucked one of Louis' balls into his mouth while he filled Louis' wet hole with two fingers. Louis was reduced to mostly wet sounds of tears by now, mumbling Harry's name, begging him for reprieve. "I, I can't, babe, please!"

Harry licked up Louis' red shaft, making Louis hiss, and said, "You can, and you will." Harry's hand started a slow rhythm on Louis' aching cock while he went back to sucking on Louis' balls. He kept his fingers pressed to Louis' spot while he tugged on his tight sac with his lips. Louis was shaking, trying to keep his eyes open as his vision turned dark.

Harry moved up and sucked Louis' tip into his mouth while his hand him stroked up and down. He lowered down on his shaft and licked across him to get him wet. He went back to suckling on his leaking head and used the glide to wank him off faster. He moved his thumb to Louis' perineum and pressed into the soft skin. His fingers were still placed firmly against him inside and he massaged Louis' prostate while he worked Louis' cock.

Louis' heels dug into the bed and his nails scratched the dark wood of the wall as he came again into Harry's mouth. Harry pulled off right at the end so a stream of Louis' cum landed on his cheek. He was panting in gulps of air desperately trying to hold on, but when Harry dragged his fingers over Louis' prostate on his way out, Louis whimpered and closed his eyes before blackness took over.

Harry was smiling wide as he dropped Louis from his hand to let him go soft and moved up to lay next to him. He pulled Louis to his chest and pet his sweaty hair. "You're amazing, Lou. So amazing. I love you." Louis mumbled something against his chest and curled his fingers into Harry's shirt.

They laid in silence while Harry coaxed Louis slowly back to consciousness, but then the curtain was flicked back and a damp towel was thrown at Harry's face. "You are brutal, Harry Styles," Liam's voice filled the quiet air. The curtain closed again and Harry couldn't contain his smile as he wiped the sweat from Louis' face and then the cum from his stomach.

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I feel like I haven't done a good ol' fashioned Larry in a while. I love my Larents so there you go!

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