“Come back to me,” he requests, and it’s a foolish thing to say but it’s exactly what he feels in this moment. He doesn’t have to hide from Harry, he feels, not anymore.
Harry leans in to kiss him deeply one last time, those massive palms reaching up to cup his cheeks tenderly.
“You know I can’t resist you,” the younger boy replies once they break apart, his green eyes wide and raw.
“Tirana, Minsk, La Paz,” Louis blurts, naming off the locations of his known missions over the next few months. Liam would absolutely crucify him for revealing such sensitive information, but Liam also wasn’t the one who just sucked his dick so, hey, forgive Louis’ penis for not knowing where its loyalties lie.
“Shh,” Harry says, cutting him off with another toe-curling kiss, “I’ll find you. I always do.”