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In a fight, they are lethal.
Around each other, they melt.“Do you fuck your wife, Mr. Tomlinson?”
The question hit Louis like a slap to the face, sharp and sudden, knocking the breath from his lungs. For a second, he didn’t move, didn’t even blink.
Harry took one more step, closing the space between them, his legs brushing against Louis’ knees, sending a jolt of awareness up Louis’s spine. "Answer me."
Louis’ eyes flicked back up to his face. He gulped. “Yes.”
It was then Louis realised, everything about this moment felt calculated, like a perfectly staged scene in one of those plays his wife liked to drag him to. Harry’s clothes, silk and tempting, exposing glimpses of his pale skin. The scent of him, heavy with perfume and something musky, intoxicating, clouding Louis’s senses.
Harry wanted Louis like this, caught off guard, exposed, stripped of control.
“Do you do it hard and fast?” He asked, his lips barely moving, as if the question were a secret meant only for them. “Or… Do you do it slowly... deep?”
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01 Apr 2026