Moved

Sometimes it was rough and quick, trying to expel as much energy as possible. Sometimes it was like a marathon, pacing it out in hills and valleys, not letting any one moment steal the thunder. And sometimes it was so sweet Louis thought it physically hurt. This man loved him way more than he deserved. He turned his face into the pillow to try and hide his stupid grin. Why couldn’t they have done it doggy when Harry would never be able to see his embarrassing faces? Maybe he could distract Harry. He squeezed around his boyfriend, heels digging into the man’s lower back.

Yes, actually, it was always a surprise. He could only smile at the comment though, nosing at Harry’s jaw as they slid together in a perfect fit. He was adjusting now, the muscles in his lower back loosening up. To answer Harry’s question he hooked a leg over Harry’s back, urging him in deeper, the thrill traveling all the way up until a blush spread across his chest. Yes, it felt very, very good. And Harry didn’t need to get a big head about it, either.

The stretch was his favorite part. It took his breath away and had him clinging to Harry with white knuckles for a second, and then it felt so so good. He exhaled, planting a kiss on Harry’s cheek and then his jaw, and then his mouth. “You’ve been holding out on me,” he whispered with a laugh, nudging his hips down ever so slightly. It always surprised him how big Harry was, but never in a bad way. The gift that kept on giving.

He sighed dramatically, as if rolling into his back was the worst inconvenience he’d ever had to suffer, but he obliged with a smile and inched his butt down the bed to be closer to Harry. “Jus’ thought you’d wanna see the goods,” he teased. His ass was his best feature and he was well aware. “Get a condom,” he reminded. They didn’t need any more babies, and if they ever did, Harry was for sure the one to have them.

They had the best baby ever, who always knew when to nod off and let his parents get a little weird. Plus Harry was just so damn adorable when he’d just woken up. It seemed like he was extra soft, extra sculpted, at the same time. “Exhausted. Let’s fuck.” He threw himself onto the bed in a heap, mostly out of tiredness, but also eagerness. “What d’ya say, spooning? Ass up?” he said, hiking his knees up and pressing his head into the pillow. Conveniently, these were also positions that allowed him to lay down and then easily transition into sleep mode once they were done, and that was no coincidence.

He was super tired and he knew Harry had to be as well, but like, were they ever too tired to fool around? That’s a negative, Ghost Rider. “I think Henrie would sleep better in his crib,” he said with a shit-eating grin, biting Harry’s shoulder just cause when Harry got too soppy, Lou liked to balance it out. “Kinda miss when we could sleep ‘til two on a Saturday. Worth it, though,” he said, throwing the blanket off. It really was worth the missed sleep. ‘It’ being Henrie of course, but also the fact that they frequently chose to forgo an extra hour of sleep to revisit the act that produced Henrie in the first place.

“Baby, how d’you think you got knocked up?” he teased, and kissed Harry because he could. He was sad when Harry stole the baby (that was a thing they did to each other – swoop in and steal Henrie. Except never when he had a poopy diaper) but he just pulled the blanket over himself as well and curled up to Harry’s side. “Go in a little while, s’too early,” he said. Who went grocery shopping at 5 a.m. on a Saturday? Not his boyfriend.

Sitting and admiring their baby was one of his favorite pastimes. He skimmed a thumb over Henrie’s sweet cheeks as he sucked away at his bottle. “Now you know how hard it is for me to look at your dimples,” he teased, turning his head to kiss Harry’s cheek, right over the dimple in question. “But call Anne, okay? Just to double check.” He really thought Henrie would be fine, but he wanted a professional’s opinion.