“I like it…”
Louis’ lips trailed the ink on his stomach, careful not to press too hard, not wanting to cause any pain.
“Is it still sore?”
Harry lazily nodded and traced a hand through the older boy’s hair, a small smile playing over his lips and his voice raspy and low;
“Now you can see it…”
Louis gazed up at him with a raised eyebrow in question, confusion written over his face.
“How it feels every time you look at me.”