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They were being way too loud, he knew they were. They should really care more, but this felt so so good and he couldn't control his hips from fucking up into her, chasing the immense waves of pleasure rolling through his body right now. They used to do this in marathons when they were in uni together - day long sex sessions and never able to keep their hands off eachother. He was already building up to another orgasm and he could only hope he was nailing Ave's g-spot right now at full force.

Harry swallowed hard as Ave slid all the way down on his cock, moaning at the sight of her sucking her own juices off his fingers. "Fuck..." He pulled in a few deep breaths and then settled his hands on her hips, holding and squeezing them as she began to pump his cock with her tight pussy. Thank God they could both last a little longer this time and really enjoy the moment while they could. "Ave...oh God..." he threw his head back and moaned just a little, wishing he could be loud instead.

He had originally intended just to get her off again, but now she was attaching his neck and saying she wanted to ride him and well...yes, please. Yes. "Mmmm please babe..." he moaned and removed his fingers so she could position herself and go to town. He couldn't even feel bad about it, it had been a year okay?!

He leaned back and moaned a little as his fingers teased her entrance, her juices from before spilling out easily to coat his fingers. He loved how easy it was to get her worked up, and even more than that - he loved how she felt. "You're so wet still." He licked his lips and finally pushed his fingers into her, wiggling around his pointer and middle fingers and slipping them in as deep as he could reach.

He smiled and held her close, humming when she asked if they had time for a nap. "Maybe. But I have to be honest...there's something else still on my mind." His voice was low and raspy as his hand slid up the back of her thigh and the curve of her ass. He loved touching her like this and feeling her shiver under his fingers. "Maybe a little something else to help you sleep?" He dipped his fingers between the back of her legs, his fingertips touching her lower lips from behind.

Harry hadn't meant to make her feel bad again, he was just really bad about speaking his thoughts out loud. He gently began to massage her scalp, attempting to relax her and bring her back to a state of calmness. The kids had only been napping for about 20 minutes at this point, he hoped they were super tired. This alone time was nice and much needed. "I love you." He whispered before leaning in to softly kiss her lips.

Harry was actually thankful for everything keeping him busy right now because if he wasn’t, he’d be staring dreamily at Louis. He loved hearing stories about the older, especially ones that normalized him and made him more relatable. He would still be just as enamored if Louis had always been financially stable and spoiled, but he hadn’t been - and that was just…Harry was falling so hard. “Of course there’s garlic bread, who do you think I am?!” Harry joked while looking back at the smaller with a wide dimpled grin. “I like picturing you braiding hair.” The younger giggled and finished off the meat sauce, so many delicious smells filling the room at this point.

He smiled and reached to caress her cheek and run his fingers through her hair. “I don’t want to move into the guest room either.” Harry admitted freely while his eyes still darted over her face. “I wish…we wouldn’t have gotten a divorce.” They really should have thought this through. Maybe they should just think this through actually. But he couldn’t imagine his future without Ave in it. He just wanted everything to go back to the way things were except better.

Harry smiled down at Ave, his shoulders now relaxing a bit at the reassurance. He'd wanted to hear those words for so long. There were so many nights spent wishing his phone would ring and that it would be Ave calling to say she loved him, missed him, and wanted him back. Maybe it hadn't happened as soon as he wanted, but this was better than never. "I do think I should move back in after thinking about it. I want to." Harry rubbed his thumb along her arm and searched her face for a reaction.

"I do like Italian, but my place with be more jus' like, comfort food sort of stuff. The things you would get at home, like mums would make." Harry felt a little silly saying it like that, but it was what he liked to cook the most. "When I was growing up, my mum had to work several jobs to support us and since my sister was hardly ever home either, I usually had to cook for myself. Nothing fancy, just enough to get me by. But, the more I did it, the more I started to enjoy it and actually want to make things that were really satisfying and delicious. I binged on cooking shows and poured over recipes. Being able to find ingredients and cook myself stuff that actually tasted good made me forget everything sad for once and just feel...happy." Harry shrugged and dropped the dried noodles into them now boiling water. "I loved leaving leftovers for mum and seeing how impressed she was with it. She would tell me it was the best part of her day and I jus' remembered thinking one day like, wow...I want to do this for other people. Food makes people happy. Everyone likes comfort food - the classics. When I get a craving, it's usually always for something familiar, like home." Harry turned to look at Louis, his lip tugging between his teeth. "I'll try and have something ready for you to look at soon. Thanks for even wanting to entertain my crazy idea." He smirked.

"I don't know how I did either." Harry chuckled and began to gently rub her back as she curled into him. It hadn't been his choice to go a year without her, but he definitely wasn't going to bring that up again. "I hate thinking about you with other people." He finally breathed out after a few moments of them both catching your breath. "I don't want that to ever have to happen again..."

Oh God. It was almost like he'd forgotten how hot it was when Ave had an orgasm, but how could he have? Her face, her body, it was all so much to take in as she gave in to the feeling and began to squeeze around him like that. He unraveled soon after, his own moans coming out deep and low as he pulled out as fast as he could, not sure if he'd been able to completely miss getting any inside of her. It felt too good to think about it when he let go of her throat and pumped himself until he was completely spent. "Damn..." he rolled over on his back beside her with his chest rising and falling rapidly.

Pizza? Of course his favorite food had to be pizza. Harry could make one, sure. But then again - it was a lot of work to make pizza dough from scratch and he really didn't feel like bothering with that right now. Instead he rummaged through the cabinets to see what he had to work with, deciding to make Italian since Louis seemed to be a big fan of anything in that category. The younger smiled as he began to heat up a pan to add in some ground beef, along with a pot to boil water before his head was turning to look at the older when he entered the kitchen. "Spaghetti Bolognese. Simple, but I have a really good recipe that I like a lot. Hopefully you will too."

Harry was known for making a lot of noise in bed as well, but he'd learned to try and control it as much as he could with the kids around. He knew it wasn't so easy for Ave, not to mention she really loved when he tried to control her this way. He watched her with parted lips as he pressed down on her throat even harder, his hips now going in and out of her as fast as he could make them go comfortably. He was going to cum at any second... "Fuck, Ave..." he closed his eyes for a second, trying his best to focus so she could orgasm first.