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Harry came with a rough, low, loud grunt of "LOUIS!" and came onto his rainbow stomach. He spasmed a little, then went lax and closed his eyes. Harry's tight walls clenching around him made Louis come right after him with a loud "HARRY!" He came down from his high after a minute and frowned when he saw a sleeping Harry. Louis, though extremely tired himseld, took Harry to the bathroom and washed them both up. Lous watched the rainbow paint go down the drain. Louis then carried Harry to his car, driving themboth to his house for a good night's sleep.
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The next day, the two of them observed Harry's bedroom. It was beautiful. All the paint from the day prior was dried. Harry walked over to the wall. He could see the imprints of their colorful bodies on his walls and on his floors. He could see in paint every action that took place when they had sex. It was- art. And it took their breath away.
"Harry," Louis breathed. "This is-" harry cut him off. "Beautiful." He stated, and turned to Louis. "uhm, haz? I was wonderin... It's okay if you don't want to, uhm... willyougooutwithme?" Louis stuttered nervously. Harry laughed. "Yes, Louis. Of coarse!" He said and pulled Louis in for a kiss. A sweet passionate kiss.
"Louis, this is my favorite room."
Harry smiled. "why?" Louis breathed.
"Because you can see my feelings for you from these stains of paint."