dimples2therescue

[dimples2therescue]

Summary: Louis loves Niall(the shrine underneath his bed made out of 🥕 sticks should be vivid proof of that fact.)Louis will undoubtedly hide a corpse for Niall and declare himself guilty if trial ever arises. To summarize, Louis lives and breathes for Niall. Niall is his personal gravitational shield grounding him to Earth. So, basically, Louis is a Niall junkie through and through and he may wanna cement a future for the both of them despite Niall's reluctance.

Or

Where Louis wants to marry Niall.Niall is scared of committing to one d*ck only especially after riding Liam's uncut one into the sunset. Marcel is nothing but chopped liver and Harry, well Harry paints...d*cks -_-

Walk through fire for you(just let me adore you 💋)

It was a Disney-ish day. You know the drill.

Birds flying high while chirping their diabetically sweet songs with the exception of the chocking blackbird perched on the window sill of Louis shower. Of course the wee fella wouldn’t sing when battling death by asphyxia, Louis did warned him about the size of his wormy meal but did Kevin 2.0 (The first Kevin used to be a chubby pigeon that committed suicide by flying head first into this same window, hence the reason why a small unwashable sharpie cross was doodled into the glass) ever listens? Nope, he certainly doesn’t. Louis would love to purr ‘I told you so’ to the idiotic bird but he hardly has anytime to conjure the words upon his mind when the aforementioned blackbird regurgitates the worm he priorly caught only to slurp it back in like a chinese noodle and ergo, resume the chocking process.

Stubborn motherfucker.

Shunning out Kevin the second and returning to the insanely flawless day that’s way too good to be consider true.

Louis gaze wanders aimlessly along the patterns of his shower tile walls, the pit patter of water perfectly silenced against the tanned caramel skin of his back. His head ducks, forehead resting comfortably against the slide door glass of his compacted modern shower, the corners of his mouth hitch upwards as an overly enthused smile blossoms on his rosebud lips, left hand moving southwards down his prominent vee-line, pads of fingers teasing the fine trim line of tufted hairs leading to his half erected manhood. 

“Birds flying high, you know what I mean, sun in the sky, you know what I mean, breeze drifting on by, you know what I mean...”

Louis voice echoes in a mellifluously sweet timber as he lets his eyelids shut close just in time for his hand to come in contact with his throbbing length. 

His pitch in voice falters slightly, breath hitching in his throat when his thumb teases the head of his flushed overly sensitive cock, applying the necessary pressure to stimulate the organ further, droplets of precome moisturing the pad of his digit. 

“it’s a new dawn, it’s a new day,it’s a new life for meeeeee....”

And fuck yeah, Louis William Tomlinson is feeling good. In fact good is the understatement of the year, he is grand, ecstatic, brill, over the moon and even beyond. He feels invincible and the culprit to blame would be the square green velvet shaped box atop his mahogany bedsy table. Its contents possessing a single emerald stone ring conforming the figure of a dainty shamrock, the diamonds embroidered in the leaves had taken a full greedily chunk of Louis savings, but it was all so damn worth it for he could already envision the jewel adorning his Irish lover finger, sealing their promising future together.

“Duckling...” a needful moan abandons his lips at the exact same moment remembrance after remembrance of his devilishly handsome blonde lover assaults his brain.

Niall’s cheeky overly confident smile with his crooked mismatched teeth on display, the way he would pout into the mirror when his darker roots begin to overtake his dyed golden blonde strands, his rambunctious never ending laugh which could easily overpower the boom of a thundering storm, the prominent dimples at the bottom of his spine and the way he would tease him by drawing a curve underneath them, to recreate a smiley face. Every little thing he treasured to memorize by heart was playing in slow motion behind his eyelids evoking the movement of his hand to pick up its pace considerably as he continued to pleasure himself to the thought of Niall, his flawless amorous duckling.

Louis could feel the muscles in his lower stomach spasming, silently warning him of his incoming release which only spurred him on in chasing the finish line, left hand joining in the sinful act by taking a firm hold of his buzzing sack, fondling his balls with precise rhythmic actions that matched the ministrations to his shaft. It didn’t take long for Louis to come with a cryful whimper all over the glass door supporting his weight, whitish ropes of copious sperm staining the see-through surface, Niall’s name chanted over and over again in a vital plea. 

Post orgasmic bliss and with marshmallow limbs Louis doesn’t refrain himself from reaching over to doodle a small heart with residues of his release that hadn’t yet been washed out by the showers flow. 

“Soon, pet.”

GAHHHHH just the first peeks of an idea I'm juggling with (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~hope you enjoy*⁠♡