Possibly triggering. Eating disordered thoughts.
"Trampoline?" Harry couldn’t help but giggle, the sound being cut off by a moan as tiny fingertips pressed into the flesh of his arse and tugged him in close enough to feel the reaction he was already giving Louis’ body. Harry hummed softly as his collarbones were coated in kisses, the tiny sting of lovebites being left on his skin having Harry drawing in his breath sharply. "Anywhere," he groaned, arms wrapping around Louis tightly. "Doesn’t matter. Though if you don’t quit that, it’s going to be right here, baby."
"Bouncing on your dick," laughed Louis, looping his arms around Harry’s neck and wrapping his legs around his waist as he kissed the spot where his name was darker. "Bed then," he said finally, not wanting it to be completely obvious that they’d fucked while everyone else was out. "There’s been lube waiting there since christmas," he grinned, catching Harry’s lips in another kiss and gently tugging his curls to tell him to get a move on.
Harry’s smile didn’t leave as he kissed Louis, forever enraptured by just how precious his boy was. The hands dipped under the fabric of his boxers did have him letting out a soft groan and he leaned down to deepen the kiss, only pausing as he felt Louis stiffen beneath his touch. Harry didn’t let up, knowing enough about Louis’ body language to understand that he didn’t want to stop just that he needed a second to think and, sure enough, lips were moving back against his, whispering questions eagerly into his mouth. “Where can we do this?” Harry countered, not knowing his way around the house fully yet as far as where was off limits.
"Bed, trampoline, hot tub, wherever, just want you," whispered Louis eagerly, fingers kneading at Harry’s arse. He pulled him closer, shifting a bit himself so Harry would feel the way his cock was hardening in his jeans. The fact he was almost begging to be fucked probably gave Harry a clue, but he wanted to show him anyway. His lips went to Harry’s collarbones next, sucking fresh love bites over his collarbones that had become annoying healed while they hadn’t been able to get away with anything.
Yep! There’s still some stuff I refuse to eat but I’m eating other stuff and not purging any of it so???? I just don’t ever want to be locked up for losing weight again lmao
"I like when you tell me I look good," Harry smiled back, leaning his cheek a bit into Louis’ sweet kiss. "And I can’t wait for you to watch me. So long as you don’t mind a few sweaty kisses." Harry relaxed at the touches, nodding slowly in understanding of what Louis was saying. He didn’t want to see a therapist but he knew that with his plethora of disorders, it’d be for the best and spare Louis and his family the trouble of a constantly triggered houseguest. "Can Waterhouse call my parents?" he asked softly, curling in closer to Louis. "I just don’t want to talk to them. I want you to be my carer; you take better care of me than anyone else."
"Good thing you always look good so I can tell you all the time," grinned Louis. At Harry’s question he wished Harry would let him do it - there were a few choice things he wanted to say to Harry’s mum in particular - but he knew that Harry was way too nice to let him verbally destroy someone. "We’ll ask them, okay?" He knew the staff at Waterhouse would probably be glad to get rid of them - he doubted their entertainment value wasn’t worth it now they weren’t having any drama. "And I will be, don’t you worry about it, I’ll always look after you."
"Remind me to pack your chainmail next time," Harry offered with a little smile, holding tight to Louis’ hand as the other boy started leading him. The hand around his waist steadied him and Harry let out a soft sigh, fighting down his suddenly on edge nerves. It helped that the rock walls were glittery and pretty, holding Harry’s attention for a bit longer before the dragon caught his eye. Harry watched in a mixture of fear and awe as the large creature moved and he took his lower lip between his teeth as though waiting for a roar. For the most part, though, besides just being tense, Harry was alright and that made him shoot a timid smile Louis’ way. "No fire?" he asked in confirmation.
"Do you think I’d look good in chain mail?" laughed Louis. Harry’s reaction to the bit of smoke being puffed at them was way better than he’d expected, and he was so proud of the curly haired boy that he couldn’t help but turn and get up on his tiptoes to give him a kiss for it. "No fire," he nodded to Harry’s question, turning his attention to the dragon, which was throwing its head around and making noises, before it finally settled down to pretend to go to sleep. "That dragon thinks you’re fit too, it’s not gonna stop you coming in the castle," he joked, finding Harry’s hand again.
"What’s your favourite then?" asked Harry with an indulgent smile, head dipped down to watch Louis’ small hands roam the planes of his chest. Overall, Harry was far happier with how he looked—he was trim but more cut than he’d been before. Liam’s workout regimen, though a bit dangerous for the then-frightfully slender boy, had worked wonders. Harry drew in a soft breath as Louis teased his nipples before hands were on his backside. "I can think of something," he mumbled in a low voice before leaning down to capture Louis’ lips with his own, hands finding his hips and digging fingers in lightly, always gentle at first with his little Louis.
"Naked Harry’s my favourite," smirked Louis, slipping his fingers under the waistband of Harry’s boxers. squeezing his bare cheeks a little. He let Harry catch his lips with no resistance, practically melting into him as he kissed back. The fingers pressing into his hips had him taking in a shocked breath - that wasn’t somewhere he particularly liked, but Harry was doing that thing he always did and somehow making even the biggest parts of his body feel small. "Where do you wanna do this?" he whispered, knowing they couldn’t stay on the kitchen counter forever.
Harry glanced down after their lips parted, taking in his distinct lack of outfit. ”Yeah?” he teased, “Took me ages to pick out something nice to wear.” He followed after Louis automatically, glad he’d managed to fight down a blush on his cheeks at the way Louis’ eyes had lingered on bare skin. He moved to the smaller boy the instant he’d perched on the counter, hands lightly resting on Louis’ knees. ”We do indeed,” Harry commented, lightly pushing Louis’ legs apart so that he could step between them. His hands moved slowly up the other boy’s thighs and he smiled with a low rumble of a chuckle. ”What do you wanna do about it?”
"This is my second favourite outfit possible," winked Louis. "There’s that quote about taking one thing off every outfit though, maybe you should try that, doll." He ran his hands over Harry’s chest in response to the long fingers approaching his crotch, making sure he swiped fingers over Harry’s nipples on the way down. "Hmm, what should we do now we don’t have to worry about anybody bursting in on us for a good few hours?" he said, batting his eyelashes. He moved his hands to Harry’s bum, giving it a squeeze.
Harry hadn’t been around a normally functioning family for such an extended period of time since the Christmas holidays. Add that onto the fact that he could tuck himself away in his and Louis’ bed and get all the cuddles he wanted and the boy though he was living in heaven. Everyone was so good to him here. No one brought up triggering things nor mentioned his parents or his condition and, overall, living became a lot easier. The house was empty so Harry decided to wander around in his boxers, setting up a few blankets and pillows in the living room so he and Louis could curl up and watch movies all morning long. He heard his baby boy calling his name and perked up immediately, padding on barefeet towards the door where he stole one of the bags from Louis’ arms and gave him a kiss to the cheek. ”Here I am.”
Louis’ face brightened up when he saw Harry coming towards him, and he leaned up and kissed him when he took one of the bags. “Nice outfit,” he said appreciatively, running his eyes over Harry’s body before going to the kitchen to dump the bag he still had in there, knowing Harry would follow him in. “So,” he smirked, hopping up onto the countertop once his bag had been dumped unceremoniously onto the kitchen table, ruffling Harry’s hair now he was closer to being on eye level with the taller boy. “Finally got the house all to ourselves.”
Bringing Harry back to his had worked out way better than Louis had even hoped for, really. His family all loved the curly haired boy (the girls a bit too much, judging by the amount of times he’d woken up to them in his - no, his and Harry’s - room cooing over him) and from what he could tell, Harry liked them a fair amount too. He’d expected it to be a lot more difficult, but it just proved that nobody was immune to Harry’s charms. “Dolly doll,” he called out when he walked in the house, having gone out to buy the food he needed to stick to his meal plan; there was no way he was landing himself back in a mental hospital any time soon. “Where are youuuuuu?”
"You don’t have to fight it, baby," mused Harry, clutching tighter and tighter at Louis’ hand as they walked. "It’s, um, it’s not real and all." He still nodded at Louis’ words, adjusting his sparkly Minnie ears once they were inside. The dungeon was more of a cave as they passed through and Harry found himself more agitated than anything by the time it opened up into a cavernous space. He breathed in deeply, letting Louis lead them the rest of the way as he wasn’t too sure he’d be brave enough to do so.
"Good, I don’t really have my fighting gear on," joked Louis, gesturing to his fluffy jumper and coat. He gave Harry’s hand a squeeze when it seemed it was his turn to start leading him in, leading him towards the final entrance then taking his other arm to get him to put them around his waist. As they stepped inside the glittery looking cavern, the giant robot dragon on the rocks in front of them cracked open an eye and breathed out a little smoke, which had him looking up to check Harry was alright.