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The plane only took off not even half an hour ago, but Harry already knows this flight is going to be absolutely amazing. This time, he's sure of it.
He looks down at his left hand, and with a dopey grin, dreamingly fondles with the gold ring on his ring finger. Harry still can't believe how beautiful it is. A rose is engraved on the band, with small vines and leaves adorning the sides. Louis found just the perfect ring for him.
He has his husband by his side. They've both grown up, since that first time they met. The crinkles by Louis' eyes are more defined now, and he even has some silver hair strands by his temple, but Harry thinks he looks even more beautiful and hotter like this.
A lot is different now than that first time they met in an airplane years ago. They've just gotten married, yes, they've also got real jobs, they're living together, and they're sitting in first class this time. Ever since Louis became a real doctor, he's got a very comfortable income, he's quite rich rich, and he always makes sure to spoil Harry as much as possible. He always says ‘why wouldn't I spoil my baby? I can and I will’. Oh, and they're flying to their honeymoon. Yeah, honeymoon. Harry is bouncing with excitement just at the thought. But before they confine themselves in a hotel room by the sea for a whole week and possibly more, Harry has a few hours locked with Louis in a plane, which is just fantastic.
Harry is sitting sideways on his seat with his too long lanky legs stretched out and resting on Louis' lap. His husband is rubbing his ankles lovingly while he scrolls on the menu of the plane.
There is something in particular that Harry wanted to do during this flight. It is his first time flying in first class, so he is a little over the moon, and everything is so classy. They have a porthole and their seats are in a little enclosure-compartiment, with the high walls delimiting their private space without hiding them away completely. They have a tablet to put their stuff on and a wide screen, and the seats can be reclined to become more bed-like.
It is perfect.
Harry curls up a little more on Louis' lap, placing a hand on the side of his face and circling the other around his neck, swirling the hair at his nape, before nuzzling his face in the crook of his husband's neck. Louis instantly nuzzles back into the other man and cuddles his face up into Harry’s neck, humming contentedly.
From where he's hiding in the older man's neck, Harry slightly turns his head towards Louis' ear, and voices the thing that's been nagging at the back of his mind for quite some time now, a fantasy of his if you will.
“You know… there's this thing called the Mile high club…” he starts. He bites Louis' earlobe teasingly while he waits for an answer, causing his husband to immediately let out a chuckle. Harry blushes but he's not embarrassed. Not with Louis, never with Louis.
“Oh, no no no” he tuts, “I know what you want, and I am not fucking you in an airplane restroom baby,” he declares.
Harry pulls away from Louis' neck, pouting, but he also can't help the small smile that forms on his face. Because of course Louis knows what Harry wants, he knows him so well it's annoying sometimes. He loves him so much.
“Do you know just how much bacteria there probably is in there? And the amount of people who probably did the same? Sorry but no baby. You deserve better than that.” he states, shaking his head “Plus the chances of getting caught are just ridiculously high.”
It's unfair how sexy Louis is when he's being all logical and responsible.
Exaggerating his pout, Harry stares at Louis and crosses his arms in disappointment like the spoiled brat he is.
But Louis isn't having any of it, and it's not his fault Harry looks like a kitten that just got kicked. He looks at him fondly. He gets closer to him and he noses along the younger man's neck, before placing a slow kiss on his lips.
“Sorry baby” he says as he pulls away, looking all smug that he's just managed to kiss the pout away from Harry's face. And he doesn't look that sorry at all.
“You're boring” Harry mumbles, doing his best to maintain the scowl on his face.
Louis starts kissing his neck and mouthing at his skin, but Harry fights against the way his belly tingles and his heart flips a little at the sensation. He lets Louis keep going, but he doesn't react. He grumbles, deciding he can be a bit of a brat. His husband won't give him what he wants after all!
Smirking, Louis sneaks a hand on Harry's inner thigh. His breath catches subtly, but Louis catches it. He moves his hand again, his fingers snaking around to rest on Harry's crotch, putting just a slight amount of pressure.
“Mh baby. I said I wouldn't fuck you in the bathroom.” His hand squeezes Harry's crotch just so. “I didn't say anything about here though” Louis then whispers, his eyebrows lifting suggestively.
When Harry catches up, arousal shoots down his spine and his eyes widen excitedly at what Louis is hinting at. His face lights up and he wraps his arms around him again.
Their noses are touching and Louis looks at Harry's sparkly eyes cross-eyed. “I knew there was a reason why I married you” Harry states, a big dopey grin on his pretty face.
They both lean in and Harry joins their lips.
The kiss they're sharing is definitely too heated for a relatively public place, but Harry doesn't really care. They are hidden from sight and they're about to do much worse anyway.
Louis doesn't stop licking into Harry's mouth deeply and unhurriedly. Arousal pools low in his belly as Louis hands start palming him through his jogger.
Harry doesn't interrupt their snogging while his own hand crawls to Louis' crotch, feeling Louis' girth through the cotton of his pants. Smoothly, he slips a hand into his joggers, easily finding his husband's cock. Louis bites Harry's lip as he wraps his fingers around Louis' length. Harry is satisfied to feel that Louis is already starting to chub up, and it's his pleasure to stroke him long and slow to bring him to full hardness.
He keeps jacking him off slowly, squeezing the base of the shaft and twisting his wrist on each upstroke, his own cock twitching each time Louis' hips bucks up when he thumbs at the tip.
Soon enough, still without interrupting their making out, Louis' hand caresses Harry's waist before curling at his back and resting at the top of his ass. Harry scoots closer into Louis when his hand finds its way into his sweatpants, going down the cleft of his ass and pressing a dry finger against his hole, pulling a breathy moan out of Harry.
Louis feels on top of the world as his finger circles the soft hairs and the velvety skin of Harry's puckered hole. He put a small amount of pressure on the tight ring of muscles, just enough to drive Harry crazy.
And it works, Harry gasps at the sensation, breaking their kiss, and his cock twitches under Louis' other hand.
Harry's body tingles with excitement and he just wants more. He pulls away from Louis slightly, and gestures to his handbag that's on the floor. Inside, there's small pockets of lube and condoms he mindfully packed for what he had planned to do during their flight.
Louis chuckles when he understands.
“Of course you've thought of everything, my baby” he praises him, before bending down and rummaging through the bag to find the lube.
He quickly finds Harry's mouth again, and lubes two fingers up before sneaking them back in Harry's sweatpants.
Harry's rim is fluttering slightly in anticipation under Louis' fingertip. Slowly, he pushes a first finger into Harry's entrance. He's as snug and warm as ever around Louis' fingers, and the older man is quick to add another one when he feels that Harry is ready for more.
Harry suddenly feels very hot when he realizes that the usual slick squelch of Louis’ fingers opening him up is now almost inaudible with the sound of the plane.
“Wanted to put a plug in but I was scared they would see it at the custom” he whispers bashfully against Louis' lips.
Pulling back to observe Harry's green eyes that are a little glazed over and his blushing face, the doctor chuckles fondly at his husband.
“I love you” he says. He pecks his lips before helping Harry in positioning themselves.
In the cramped and limited place, it's a little tricky and it takes a little bit of contorsions and acrobatics but they get it right eventually. Harry sits on Louis' lap, and Louis found a blanket to put over Harry's shoulder and cover them up a bit, so that if someone sees them it'll look like they're cuddling and even sleeping.
Harry spreads his legs and places them on either sides of Louis' thighs. He awkwardly pulls his sweatpants past his hips to free the access to his cock and hole. His chest is pressed close to Louis and he leans into him, hiding into the crook of his neck, kissing the golden skin as Louis resumes his throughout fingering to open Harry up. He wraps his arms around Louis, and lets his husband take care of him.
Louis slides a finger back in between his cheeks, feeling Harry's hole fluttering open in need. He fingers him a bit more, adding a third finger and feeling his wet walls pulsing around him and his muscles relax. Once he deems him open enough and when Harry starts rocking back on Louis' fingers, letting out little soft moans and pulling the hair at Louis' nape needily, Louis pulls his fingers out and reaches between their bodies to pull his cock out, now fully hard and straining in his pants.
Harry watches open mouthed as Louis strokes his length to relive himself a bit. His cock is red and engorged, just waiting to find its way inside Harry's familiar warmth.
Harry can't help but take the condom and the lube packet from Louis' hands and prepare Louis’ cock himself. The feeling of the cold metal of Harry's ring on his heated skin makes Louis hiss and Harry smirks as he thumbs at the pearly liquid beading at his tip.
Harry just loves his cock so much, he loves cocks in general, but Louis' is just so great. For one, it's his, the ring on both their ring fingers proves it, but it's also physically very nice. The veins and ridges feel amazing inside him, hitting all the right places, and the generous girth of it is always enough to make Harry see stars.
“C'mon baby, stop teasing now” Louis rasps out.
Sighing contentedly just at the thought of having Louis inside him, here, in a plane, 35 000 feet above the sea. There's just something about this that makes his belly tighten and his hole clench. It also maybe has something to do with his little exhibitionist streak.
Once he has rolled the condom on Louis' cock and lubed him up generously, he wraps his arms around Louis again and hugs him close, his fingers softly scratching his scalp.
Harry raises his hips with Louis' hands on him to guide him. The doctor aligns him before helping Harry lower himself on Louis' cock.
Harry sighs as Louis fills him up, his body accommodating to fit all of Louis in. His hole stretches with each inch Harry takes and it's a tight fit but it sends tingles down Harry's spine in the best way possible. Meanwhile, Louis is trying his best not to buck up into Harry. The younger man feels so snug around him and his wet heat is hugging his cock so painfully good.
When Louis closes his eyes, letting Harry adjust, he lets the situation sink in. They're about to go at it in a plane. He can't believe he accepted this. Goddamnit he'd do anything for Harry. But he can't lie, Harry’s exhibitionist tendencies always made him feel a little hot. This might be why, right now, Harry feels even more burning than usual on his cock.
Harry lets the familiar feeling of fullness wash over him, and the sound of the plane, the steady rumble of the engine and everything else fades in the background as Harry lets himself feel Louis inside him. Fucking in an airplane, he feels heat overtake him, and a small satisfied smile appears on his face from the pleasure of Louis’ cock inside him and especially from getting what he wants.
He sighs into Louis' neck, and hums when he feels Louis' arms wrapping around his waist under the blanket, encircling and securing him.
Soon enough, Harry is squirming with want in Louis' lap.
“Shh” Louis hushes, holding him close, before he cants his hips up into Harry just so, making Harry’s eyes flutter close. With the way they're positioned, and considering the environment they're in, Harry can't really ride Louis the way he usually wants to, he can't really start bouncing on his cock and moan about how good it makes him feel.
So Harry stays pressed close to Louis, and moves his hips in small back and forth movement, meeting Louis' discretes thrusts ups. He does his best to contain his moans and whimpers against the skin of Louis' neck.
Louis splays one hand over Harry's back under his shirt, and the other dips to Harry's ass, holding and kneading at the soft skin. He spread his soft cheeks wider around him as Harry grinds languidly on his cock, trying to get him deeper and to the perfect angle.
His cock is trapped in between their bodies, and sparkles travel up his spine when the sensitive tip of his cock rubs against Louis' stomach in time with the movements of their hips.
“Ah– I can't believe we're doing this” Louis says, then, and Harry lets out a breathy laugh at the incredulity in Louis' voice.
“It's fun, admit it” he gives Louis a fond and knowing look.
“Yeah, yeah” his husband simply says, smiling and rolling his eyes fondly.
Harry keeps riding Louis subtly for a moment, but then, suddenly, the plane starts shaking with turbulence. Heat rushes through his body and his heart rate accelerates as the agitation jostles him and suddenly makes Louis' cock hit that spot inside him.
He gasps out a moan, clenching around Louis like a vice and pulling a moan out of him too. He looks at Louis wide-eyed and smiles at him excitedly, then starts rocking back and forth frantically to hit that spot deep within him again. His curls are damp against his forehead from the heat that's building up between them under the blanket in the cramped space, and from the way his belly is tightening up the closer he gets to his orgasm.
The pleasure combined from Louis’ cock rubbing all his spots inside him and from the fact that he's literally being fucked high in the sky makes his head spin and his mouth drop open. That's why at first he whines frustratedly when Louis' hands on him get firmer and stops his movements.
Harry pulls away from Louis' neck to see why he has suddenly stopped the rhythm they had going on that was just so good. When he sees where Louis is looking over his shoulder, Harry twists his head too, and his heart jumps when he notices a flight attendant talking with a passenger a few seats in front of them. She will surely be walking past them after.
The realization makes his heart beat faster and he quickly turns back to hide into Louis' neck and feigns sleeping, trying to calm his breathing and keep his hips still. Louis kisses the crown of his head and groans when Harry clenches and pulses around him wickedly.
“Everything alright?” Harry hears the flight attendant ask Louis when she passes by their seats. He feels a rush of unexpected excitement travel around inside of him, and once Louis rasps out a polite ‘yes, thank you’ Harry lets out a breathy moan.
“God, that was so close” Louis exhales, “That was exciting.” Harry corrects, his blush deepening, before he starts moving his hips again, with a renewed vigor, fueled by the thrill of the situation. Swiveling his hips in small eight figures, not wasting any time to find that spot inside him and make Louis' cock rub against it intently.
Always in awe of Harry's talent in riding his cock, Louis thrust his hips up to meet his husband’s movements and to see him bite down in his lip obscenely to hold in his moans.
Louis caresses the globes of Harry's ass before letting his fingers dip to where they're connected. Harry's rim is stretched around his cock and he wishes he could see himself splitting Harry open like this. Harry is warm under his fingertips and he puts a little bit of pressure on the stretched skin, reveling in the tearful sob Harry lets out at the added sensation. Encouraged by this reaction, and knowing just how much the younger man loves to be filled and stretched, he pushes one of his fingers inside Harry's hole alongside his cock to give him just what he needs.
“Lou–” is all Harry says before he clenches down on Louis, and Louis has just the time to bring his other hand on Harry's cock to catch the come he spurts as he releases.
Harry grips Louis' hair and keeps moving and twitching as he rides out his orgasm. The muscles of Harry's hole grip Louis so tightly that the older man simply needs to grind into Harry a few more times before he's coming too, spilling into the condom and moaning into Harry's hair.
Harry feels boneless in his arms, and he listens to the rumble of the aircraft as he comes down from his high, melting as Louis plants kisses on his neck.
He's tired now, and he doesn't want to move so he just stays straddled on Louis, comfortably hidden in his neck.
Eventually, Harry leaves the crook of Louis' neck, and when their eyes meet, they both start giggling.
“Congrats baby, we have officially joined the Mile high club” Louis announces, making Harry laugh, pleased.
“I can't believe we just did that” the older man adds, shaking his head but still smiling.
Harry can't help but smile widely, too. Yeah, he can't believe Louis accepted to fulfill just one more of Harry's numerous silly wishes to make this flight a very memorable one.
“Thank you” he whispers sincerely, before kissing Louis softly.
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