-come sail away-

37/?

Bed? He whimpered unhappily as Harry slid out, but he didn’t even have to try walking on his jello-legs. Harry had picked him up easily, carrying him over to the bed and setting him down like he was something precious. Louis grinned at him, before reaching to grab his pillows and shove them under his bum, tilting his hips in a way that’d hopefully keep Harry’s seed firmly inside. “Plug’s in… suitcase. If you open it up, there’s like a zippered pocket on the bottom part. Now that his body was momentarily sated, working on making its goal come true, he had time to think. It was April now which mean the baby’d come in December / January depending on how early or late they felt like being and that was perfect, really. They hadn’t made any hard and fast commitments for the new year yet. And it’d be better for the baby to be in its earliest stages while they were still touring and jetting all over the world. And somewhere along the line Louis had apparently already decided he was getting pregnant today.

"Gonna fill you with this nice and slow," he said, stroking the boy's hole so gently. The plug flared widely before the base. It wasn't close to the size of Harry, but Harry still had to work to get in. When he did he glanced at it reverently, stroking the bit that stuck out. "You decide you need me instead of the plug, just let me know. But in the meantime, god, it drives me mad to see you with my marks and plugged up with my seed." He pushed gently on the plug, rocking it and leaning his face down to gather up the slick and cum available. It was delicious. "Wanna keep you plugged up all the time. On the bus, I wanna drag you down to sit on my lap and feel the end between your cheeks. During shows, I want your ass clenching, thinking about how turned on you feel with your little hole held open for me, ready for me."

Harry got Louis settled and cleaned up a little, brought some water over and snuggled up. "they're fine. Worried about you. And me. Niall offered to fuck me because I was a bit out of my mind." Harry smiled. "It was sweet of him. But I didn't want to get between him and Liam. Wouldn't of worked anyway," Harry mused. "I didn't need a fuck. I needed to fuck you."

“Oh, God.” Every nerve in his body felt like it was being set aflame. Each was being woken up, directed towards Harry, and ready to accept their new mate. His whimpers turned into moans, body greedily grasping at Harry’s cock, trying to hold it in as deep as it could for as long as it could with each push. He cried out when Harry grabbed onto his sensitive nipples, moans turning into overwhelmed gibberish as he was driven back and forth by them. 

It may have been wishful thinking on Harry’s end, but he could swore Louis looked even more beautiful, glowy, filled. I did that,  Harry thought, chest swelling with pride. He was born to take care of an Omega, but he was put on this planet at this exact time to serve this particular Omega, and that made him the happiest man alive. Of course, because he was Harry, this made him choke up a bit, and he fought to hold back the tears. He felt a little ridiculous crying balls deep in Louis,  fucking like he was going to save the world with his frenetic pace, popping the biggest knot he’d ever seen. His dick shot so much come it practically hurt. It was working overtime, more swollen then it’d ever been in his life. 

He leaned his forehead against Louis’ to just breathe in the essence of the other boy when Louis grabbed his hand and started talking about babies and at that Harry did sob. The tears brought about another kind of release that, combined with the very recent mating, made Harry feel so connected to his mate that it seemed he could indeed see his seed swirling inside of Louis, connecting with his eggs. “We are. We are. I don’t know how I know but we are. I want two, Or three. Want to see your belly so big, then I want to meet our kids and knock you up all over again.” Harry hoped with everything he had that 1) the babies they made would be healthy and 2) that Louis would be a horny pregnant person. Because Harry wanted him knocked up at every opportunity. 

Desperately, Louis reached out with his free hand, curling into the curls and guiding that goddamn mouth to his cock getting two thrusts in before doing as asked and coming with a scream and a yank of his curls as he rode his orgasm out in Harry’s mouth completely forgetting to pull back to spurt the liquid over his face as well. It didn’t seem that Harry minded, standing up to his full height and calmly ordering Louis to strip once he could function again. Before using that voice and dear God, Louis’d never been this wet in his life.

Harry stalked over to the table, running his hands reverently over the prefect bubble bum in front of him. He moulded and squeezed each cheek in turn, gathering the flesh and pushing and pulling to expose the secret flesh in the crevice between. Not satisfied with simply looking, Harry went back onto his knees and stroked his tongue down the center, lapping up the copious amounts of slick dripping down. That just made him need. Immediately. So he stood and pierced Louis in one fast movement. The boy was tough and hot and perfect and Harry's not threatened to expand immediately with the thought of bonding and pregnancy running round his brain.

Harry’s mouth on his skin was a tease. It felt good, but it also wasn’t the marks his body was craving and he knew it. His arousal rocketed up more with each brush of tongue and teeth until he was was a nearly sobbing mess. “Harry, baby, darling, Hazza…” he pleaded, before gasping at the sudden intrusion. He should be grumpier at the tease it was, but it was so fucking hot to be quite literally jerked around like this and he almost wanted to come right here just like this. Legs? Down? HIs body felt like jello and awkward as he tried to move it down and away from Harry’s, but Harry never separated. The pressure in his hole got more intense and he whimpered needy driving his hips back against the fingers before they found his prostate and pulled a loud groan from him. “Yes, yes, yes.” 

He pulled off of Louis' dick to whip off his shirt and kneeled naked in front of his Omega. "See this baby? I'm gonna split you open with it, pound into you, make you come like a firetruck and fill you with my knot and enough spunk and love that our babies are gonna grow in your body when I'm done," Harry said, licking his lips, staring at Louis while he dragged his own foreskin down to show Louis all he'd be getting. "And when my knot grows and I come, I'm gonna sink my teeth into your properly. And let you know that our bond is the real bond, and anything you've had before was just practicing." Harry tugged on himself and added two more fingers into Louis, hoping that would stretch him enough. "But before I can do any of that, I want you to come for me. Can you come in my mouth? Scream my name and pull my curls and let me know how much you appreciate that I'm the Alpha kneeling here?"

When Louis finally came, Harry gobbled down every drop, suckling the tip to make sure nothing was left, and then he stood up to his full height, loving the way the boy stood so much smaller than him. "Catch your breath and then strip for me. Then I want to see you bend over that table we talked about and present yourself. For me. For your Alpha."

The rest of Harry’s words stole his breath away for a few moments, tugging at his heart until it felt like it’d expanded several sizes. Harry’s concern went behind the physical, beyond him, to include the people most important to him and how - how did he end up with a mate like that? He was feeling choked up too by the end and of it and moved a hand up to cup Harry’s jaw and fondly wipe the moisture away, realizing he wasn’t done yet and gave a little jolt when the words turned filthy before going sweet again. 

Even between their clothes, Harry could feel the hot, wet drip of slick and it made him hungry for more. He moved his mouth down from the boy's neck to his throat and over his collar bones, deliberately leaving red marks everywhere he could. They weren't the same as a mating mark but they would reiterate the "taken" message that Harry wanted to blast to the world. "You're so fucking tasty Lou. Can't wait to eat every part of you."

It wasn’t an unusual request for him to make during his heat so he didn’t think twice about getting into the shower happily rinsing everything away until he brushed over the sore spot on his neck. It was still scary to lose something, even if it wasn’t a very healthy or enjoyable something. It was the past five years of his life. 

Still, he was knocked out of it by unfamiliar scents in his room, his heat flaring up hopefully as he slumped against the wall, wishing he could just wait it out. But he was a master at getting himself off now, so he shoved a few fingers into himself, jerking off quick and rough, and by the time he spilled over his fist, the room’d cleared out and he could think again. So he sang the first song that came to mind to cheer himself up before he heard a knock and shit. 

Grabbing the first pair of pants he saw, he carefully edged towards the door, jumping slightly to peek through the peep hole before letting Harry in. “Hi,” he said shyly, moving aside to let him in before shutting the door behind him and turning with a quizzical grin on his face. “Out?” His eyes pulled over the other’s outfit, making a soft sound of appreciation. “I do love your boots. ‘Cept for how they make you taller.” Stalking towards the other, he grabbed his beltloops and used them to brace himself to stretch up for a deep kiss. “You look great. And I want all the dates, really. But still can’t think much further than your cock, love. I’m sorry. Really only intended you to use my shower, walk outside and walk right back in, but this worked too.”

Harry ran his hands through Louis' damp hair, cradling the boy like the precious cargo that he was, biting his lips, slipping in a tongue to fuck his mouth. They broke apart eventually to breathe and Harry laughed when he realized he could've just stayed in the room. "I didn't want to leave. Was worried Id come back to find it had been a big joke. That you didn't want me. I even stood outside your room for an extra 10 min to make sure no one but me came in." As soon as the words woodshed out of Harry, he worried that it had been too much. But based on Louis' reaction, Harry didn't think so. He could smell the other's need and slick and want. "Can't wait til everyone knows you're mine. I've been in love with you since we'd met. And if all you ever wanted was to be my best friend, I would have lived with that. But in my heart I always knew you were the one for me. I promise to take care of you, during your heat and even other day of every year. I promise to take care of your family and the kids we'll make together. I'm never gonna stop being there for you; whatever you might need. Because that is my greatest pleasure."

Louis let himself be kissed, eyes drifting shut as Harry agreed, casually talking about mating and pups and keeping him full all the time before the last bit made him laugh. “Harry, if I was your mate, there would be no circumstance in the world that would have you handing me off to another alpha. You’d do anything to get to me if I needed you.” He froze then, a slight idea forming in his head - but no. It couldn’t be.

Except, it made more and more sense as Harry continued to talk. Uncertain how he felt about it, he stayed quiet, absently still grinding back on his cock before looking back at Harry as he talked about biting him again and how if things changed - then nature’d made it’s decision. “I don’t think it’s nature’s decision.” Louis admitted finally. Warring with confusion, and gratitude, and even some love, he finally looked back up at Harry, “I think Zayn gave me to you.” 

Letting those words hang in the air a moment, he laughed wetly, stunned by how he didn’t see it before, and yet feeling so much lighter for having seen it. “He knew we were inevitable. He knows how I get during my heat, he knows you - he could hired a professional alpha who fucks omegas in need discreetly and without incident, but he went to you.” His eyes closed. “I bet you he’s spent the last couple days moving out. Breaking it to the family. Fuck, that manipulative bastard.” he cursed fondly. “I stayed with him for the band. You stayed away for the band. He ended up hating the band. So he left. And now he’s given us his blessing.”

“Do you think? Really? He... wanted this?” Harry hadn’t had time to think about Zayn much since that Skype call. He’d given the other Alpha some passing consideration when he’d played out the what-ifs for any scenario where he and Louis came together, but in every event it ended in some sort of mild violence, and no shortage of tears. The idea that Zayn could have wanted this, in some fashion, was almost too much for Harry to consider, too good to be true.  

Louis’ energy bounced right back up to epic levels and Harry could feel the increase in pressure and pulsing on his knot. He was coming hard but Louis had already moved on. Harry laughed into the boy’s neck, wondering where this wacky idea had come from. “Louis I’ve fucked you over and over and you’re full of my cum. I don’t know what leaving and coming back will do, but if that’s what you want than so do I. 

As soon as he could, Harry slipped from the boy and gave him a kiss goodbye. He rushed back to his room, worried that if he took too long Louis might change his mind. While he did follow the Omega’s wishes, he did so in record time, cleaning himself as thoroughly as possible, pacing while he dried. He finally put on a see through button down and black skinny jeans, going so far as to add on boots before racing back to Louis’ room. 

Once he got there, he heard Louis singing in the shower and just stopped, leaned against the door to enjoy the tune. Now that he was sure no one was going to get in the way, he could give his boy - his boy - just the idea filled him with joy - some time to prepare however he’d wanted. When ten minutes had passed, he couldn’t wait any longer and knocked on the door. 

Sweat was still slipping off of him, his inner muscles still slick and eager on gripping every inch of Harry as he slid in and out, his body still very into the act and slowly Louis felt himself get pulled into it too. He was just so big and solid - Louis felt safe and protected - cherished. Walls he didn’t even know he’d had up were tumbling down around them and he honestly didn’t know how they were going to come back from this. How did he go back to a boyfriend who’d fuck everyone in a room but him when he knew how it felt to be someone’s fantasy come to life? He wasn’t ready to give this up. 

Curious, he followed his hand as Harry grabbed it until it went into his mouth and he lifted a baffled eyebrow before he realized it was a distraction. Disbelief filled his features for a long moment before it faded into wonder. “God, you really wanna mate me.” Zayn’d felt some sort of claim over him being the alpha of the group, it was expected he got the omega, but Harry - Harry wanted him. A soft groan left his mouth at that, before a slightly larger more desperate one followed as he felt the knot squeeze into him. “Fuck.” What did he need? “You. You just like this. For as long as possible.” 

He moved gently in and out, kissing up and down Louis’ back, trying to keep the boy settled and full and happy. The conversation suddenly got bigger then he’d planned though. “Why would Zayn kick you out? I mean of course I’ll be there, but this was his suggestion. He gave permission...” And he had, kind of. Of course, Harry had blown past the restrictions almost right away. He should have felt guilty for it, but instead he only felt like it was meant to be, that Zayn was the one in the way. It was selfish, but it was real. 

Harry keened and fucked into Louis when he mentioned plugging him up. He fisted Louis’ chin and started kissing the boy within an inch of his life. “I wanted to be mated and have pups with you so badly you have no idea. It’s all I dream about. And I’d love nothing more than to plug you up permanently, so you’re always either full of my come or my dick. But you’re still with him, technically,” Harry said, shaking his head.

When Louis finished out his daydream, Harry nodded. “I’ll do it, Louis. All my reasons for NOT fighting for you went out the door when he left the band. That was the ONLY reason I didn’t do it before. I didn’t want to cause more trouble, create a rift. But if you want me, if you really want that, a future, kids. There is nothing I wouldn’t do.”

Harry pushed in and his knot expanded, and this time, he wasn’t going to mark Louis because he was out of his head. This time, he knew exactly what he wanted to do. “I’m gonna mark you again Lou, sink my teeth into you and let nature figure out what’s supposed to happen. If my mark starts to overtake his, it’s gonna give you some physical proof that what you’re talking about is the right thing to do.”

His body felt surrounded by warmth and safety, satisfied by both the stinging in his neck and the flow of semen coming from the alpha. His hole clenched tighter at the words, trying to draw more of Harry in as he promised pups and love and his. That seemed to be everything his body was after and it went a blissful calm even as Harry whispered a love you before passing out next to him.

For a moment, Louis just laid there, catching his breath and enjoying a clear head and a happy body before reality slammed back in. Fighting back a gasp, he slid away from Harry, stumbling on unsteady legs to the bathroom to see what kind of damage Harry’d done to Zayn’s mark. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He stared at his own reflection in disbelief, appalled that he’d done and said and felt the things that he had. He’d been so happy for the brief moments where he let himself be Harry’s and entertained the thought he could be conceiving their child and how fucking stupid was he?

His eyes filled up but he pushed it back for now. There was a really good chance he wouldn’t even seen Zayn again until the last of his bruises had faded and maybe - maybe the broken skin there didn’t mean anything. So he took the chance to take a quick shower, washing his own releases and sweat off and after a guilty deliberation, stuck as many fingers as he could as deep as he could, trying to rinse Harry’s come out like that’d fucking change anything.

Though it barely had room to exist when he was inside of Louis like this, the rational part of Harry's brain knew it was probobly best for both of them if they finished up Louis' heat as soon as possible to mitigate any possible collateral damage. But Harry's heart wanted more, wanted this permanently. While he knew that wasn't an option, he still wanted to keep this going as long as possible.

But his biology was winning at the moment and one again, fucking this boy meant he just wanted to focus all that he was on the boy in front of him. He bounced into Louis, loving the way his perfect bum fit against Harry's slim hips. They were the perfect compliments - physically - to one another. Harry was long and awkward and Louis was compact and steady. Together, they were both stronger than they were apart. This time, Harry felt an even deeper connection. He worried it had something to do with the mark he'd made when they'd fucked before. But Louis was amazingly calm and so Harry pushed off the concern and told himself it was wishful thinking on his part, all in his own head.

Sweat was rolling down his body, desperation and lust swirling up higher and higher again with each word Harry growled between them. Louis was pretty sure he could recite the alphabet or even fucking what makes you beautiful and Louis’ still get off harder than he ever had before. His whole body reacted to Harry’s agreement, to wanting to fill Louis with his seed as much as Louis was desperate for it. His internal muscles worked harder, gripping him and milking him despite the fuck just minutes ago, until he felt additional pressure there.

Dazed, he looked down, trying to figure it out because it wasn’t Harry’s knot nudging against his rim - oh that was an arm and that was fingers. “Shit.” he whimpered, rocking down onto the finger as well, dropping his head back and groaning shamelessly as Harry hit literally every pleasurable spot he had inside. “Never gonna let you stop.” Louis promised.

Just when he thought he could get his brains together enough to finish off Louis called him Baby and asked to be knocked up, and come shot from Harry's cock like a tornado. It whipped through his entire being and straight into Louis and his knot popped further almost painfully, feeling like it doubled in size at the Louis' words. Harry couldn't speak as the idea took over every bit of his consciousness and rendered him speechless. His body took over to follow the Omega's instructions and Harry's biology took control. He howled in response and slammed his face against Louis neck, sucking and pulling and biting at the mating spot before finally sinking his teeth in.

Love and need and hope cycled through him as he club he desperately to Louis, gripping all the skin he could reach. He wrapped his legs around the boy, surrounding him, tying them together, protecting this boy and the possibility he had spoken about from everything in the world that was not the two of them.

"Take it baby. 'M gonna give you pups. You'll grow so pretty. Gonna love you all like crazy. Mine. Mine. Mine," Harry mumbled, sucking up marks every where his lips landed. This wasn't the slow and buzzy knotting like before. This time Harry had purpose. His Omega had asked for something that Harry was primed to deliver.

He rutted with his knot into Louis for twice as long this time and didn't come back to himself at all until his knot had deflated and slipped out on it's own. "Love you Lou. So much. Gotta sleep for five minutes then I can fuck you again."

He gripped the boy to him and nodded of, dreaming of blue eyed babies with sassy mouths and golden skin.

At least he used to be happy stepping up. Then he got worn down by it. Would Harry be the same? Sure, heat was fun the first time. But a year from now? Two? Would he still look at Louis like that? Would he still be so gentle and so patient, offering Louis whatever he wanted? His eyes filled, but his body didn’t have time for his shit, so he just nodded slightly, letting Harry’s voice fill his cock again before groaning softly at the big fingers wrapping around him. “So good to me.” he whispered, pressing another kiss to the closest part of Harry’s chest before rousing.

Gently, he pushed the man onto his back, not dislodging his hand just yet because it felt so damn good, but let his eyes drift down to his still hard length. “God, you’re so big. S’all for me?” He let his hand wrap around as much of it as he could, shaking his head slightly. “So gorgeous.” He ducked down to press a kiss to the tip, licking around the head and not caring that their fluids were mixed together there, before a pointed cramp made him jerk with a wince. Stupid greedy biology. He thought about ignoring it, about pushing himself further and harder just because he could, but Harry’d never allow it. 

At the slightest invitation he bucked up into Louis, biting his lip to not go too hard too fast, worried that there might be soreness from the days of heat, or from their fuck before. He hoped putting Louis on top would allow the other boy to take only what he needed, but the tight grip around his cock made Harry need things. “It’s all for you. I’ve never been this big. Growing just now to meet your needs. So I know... I know I fit you perfectly,” Harry stuttered, wrapping his hands around to grip at Louis’ bum, driving his cock harder to light up that special spot inside the other boy.

“I’ve got so much. As much as you need. Never gonna stop fucking you. You’re not gonna get rid of me. Wanta fill you with my seed. That’s my biology,” Harry said, punching out his words to the beat of Louis bouncing. “You’re so gorgeous... Look so fencing pretty on top of me. Don’t say sorry for anything,” Harry said,  trying to get Louis to stop apologizing for what came naturally, and - at least in Harry’s opinion - beautifully. Harry didn’t know if he’d ever experience this kind of intensity with anyone else. He  hoped so, hoped that when he finally got a mate of his own he’d get to feel this way again. But at the moment, no one else matter. His body and his hormones and his gender were taking over and he pressed harder and faster, wanting to bury himself in the other boy, to slake the other’s thirst, to do what they were meant to. He ran a finger around the boy’s rim, touching their connection before tugging and putting the digit in to provide a little extra filling. He knew the boy could take his knot, so this was possible, even though Harry’s fingers were rough and big.

Arousal aside, Harry was being gentle and wonderful and Louis wasn’t quite sure what to do with the information being given. In Harry’s heart he’d claimed Louis? That - that’d make a lot of things make a lot of sense, but it was also fucking stupid ‘cause Zayn’d already taken him and Louis didn’t want Harry to be alone forever, pining on the sidelines. He didn’t get a chance to voice any of that though, since Harry’s mouth was doing it’s best to become part of Louis’. 

But his mind kept whirling. Harry wanted him. Harry was in his bed right now, with his mouth, and his cock, and his love, and Louis was finally able to give Harry everything he’d ever wanted. Temporarily, anyway. Where they going to be okay after? A flush started to work itself down Louis’ chest as his body started to realize he was empty again and there was an alpha cock rubbing over his skin. And fuck, not now. He didn’t want to go all fuzzy again. Not until he said something back.

Harry closed his eyes and shook his head at Louis’ wish, not wanting the other boy to see even a hint of how much it meant to hear Louis say that he’d wanted it to be Harry. Harry always felt like Louis was one of his soul mates - even if it was only going to be as friends - he felt like even without 1d, the universe would have found a way to connect them to one another lives. He’d wondered if Louis and Zayn felt that way about each other, but had never wanted to think about it too hard. If they did, it would hurt him. And if they didn’t, he’d hurt for Louis. So the boy’s words right now didn’t make things any  better, and Harry still wanted to give comfort because because taking care of this Omega, his if only for a few moments, was his top priority from bone to skin.

“You needed an Alpha. And we didn’t know that I’d ever be able to be there that way for you,” Harry said, brushing Louis’ fringe out of his eyes and making sure the boy was clear enough to hear him. Louis had enough heartache with Zayn leaving the band, and Harry didn’t put any more pressure. "It is what it is, right?” he asked, smiling a little and tracing the script letters with his tongue. “Don’t apologize Lou.”