Round 3
ROUND THREE
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"That'd be great, babe, thanks," says Louis, without taking his eyes off the TV even though it's just adverts still, the game hasn't started.
Harry smiles and heads into the kitchen, retrieving a beer from the fridge and popping the cap off before carrying the bottle through to Louis, presenting it to him. Louis takes it, flashing him a grin in thanks, and Harry waits for another moment, wondering if there's anything else he can do.
"Do you want a snack? We've got some crisps left, or I could make you something..."
"Nah, I'm alright," Louis says warmly, patting the space next to him on the sofa. "Just sit and watch the game with me."
Harry beams, sitting down beside him obediently, tucking his legs under him and leaning in close, resting his head against Louis's shoulder. He likes watching the football, but not as much as Louis does. Mostly he just likes how into it Louis gets, and it makes him feel weirdly special to sit and watch it with him sometimes, to be able to be a part of something that Louis loves. He likes seeing Louis so happy and excited when his team is doing well, likes seeing his eyes light up when they score a goal, and he likes how focused he gets when things are a little more tense. He likes being there for Louis to celebrate with if they win, and to comfort him if they lose.
So he just sits there, head lolling against Louis as he half-follows the game but mostly tries to keep aware of whether Louis is enjoying himself or not. By half-time, Man U still haven't scored, and Louis is on edge. He's finished his beer already and he's kind of fidgety without it.
"You want another?" Harry asks, lifting his head off Louis's shoulder. "I can get you one if you want."
Louis nods, quick and sharp, agitated as he keeps his eyes on the match, and Harry gets to his feet, padding back to the kitchen quickly so he can replace the empty bottle with a fresh one. When he comes back Louis is frowning at the TV and doesn't even smile at Harry this time, just reaches out blindly for the beer.
"Lou," says Harry quietly, not wanting to distract him too much, "do you need anything else? I could-do you want me to suck you off?"
Louis's eyes flicker a little in surprise; he opens his mouth to speak but then there's a sudden uproar from the TV and he gets distracted and just nods instead. Harry drops to his knees instantly, shuffling between Louis's legs. Louis hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his pyjama trousers to take them off but he can't seem to multitask, going still again as there's a loud outburst from a commentator. The game seems to be getting more exciting and Harry wonders what's happening but-this is more important.
"Here, let me-" he says, so all Louis has to do is hitch his hips up a little and let Harry tug the trousers down. He's not wearing any underwear underneath, so Harry can get straight to work, spreading Louis's legs a little wider as he fits himself closer between them and leans in, nuzzling against Louis's cock, licking gently at him to start getting him excited.
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