#byzantine.

by Awriterwrites

“I came to warm flesh then to hair.” Louis shoves his hand into Harry’s pants. “I went on. I found what I hoped. I groped.” He gives Harry’s cock an experimental squeeze. Harry cries out, “Oh fuck. Louis.” “It was large,” Louis says around a smirk and then goes back to wrapping his fingers around Harry’s dick, the pressure tight, but not nearly enough. “Jesus, Lou, what’s gotten into you?” Harry wonders through a breathless moan. Louis shoves Harry’s jeans down and exposes him to the cool, dry air in their living room, making him shiver despite how hot he feels everywhere. Then Harry remembers. The poem. ****

Words: 3248, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: poetic PWP, seriously, there's real poetry in this baby, Smut, Blow Jobs, feeeeeeeelings