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Louis' heat and Harry's rut coincide.
Harry smirks a little, the corner of his mouth drawing up. “Yeah?” he says and Louis glares at him, shifting uncomfortably, but finally nods. There is no point denying something that Harry must already know - that he probably knew from the very moment he had Louis up on the kitchen counter in the bus, his hips wedged between Louis’ thighs, kissing even as the glasses rattled in the cupboards.