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The passing headlights are too bright, the music too loud, but the pleasant buzz in his veins and the lingering feeling of the night has Harry ignoring the ringing in his ears and the dull thud behind his eyes. 

The opening beat of his favourite song begins to play through the speakers, and he turns up the volume, the bass vibrating in his chest and down his thighs. 

He feels pleasantly buzzed after the night he’s just had, the wind in his hair from the open window sobering him just enough to keep his hands steady on the wheel and his tired eyes on the freeway lane ahead. 

The concert had been epic, and seeing his favourite band alongside his two best friends has left Harry feeling full in a way he’s missed.

He’s been so caught up in his new job, his new flat, and all the new people in his life that he’s been neglecting them. So when the band announced a surprise show, he knew he had to be there. Tickets sold out fast, and thankfully Harry knew a guy who dated a girl who is related to someone who owns the club they were playing at, which meant he was able to get the three of them through the door ahead of a very unhappy line of eager fans.

He smiles to himself, glancing in the rear view mirror at his reflection. His eyes still sparkle with the deep green shimmer Remi had applied, his lips still pink and glossy as they stretch wide over his teeth. The strap of his satin dress Shay helped him pick out has slipped down his shoulder, and with slow fingers Harry slides it back into place, tracing the soft skin and dragging his fingertips slowly across his collar bone.

His skin is still tacky from dancing, and the thought of a hot, steamy shower has Harry groaning. 

He shivers in his seat, skin pricking pleasantly with goosebumps. Just as his hand joins the other against the steering wheel, a flash of blue and red catches his eye. 

Harry bites his lip, eyes widening as he gently presses the brake and begins to slow.

“Shit.” He mutters softly, rolling up the window and turning the music to a low murmur. He indicates and veers onto the service road, then pulls up beside a tree, nothing but his headlights and the weak moonlight illuminating the gravel around him.

He glances towards the road between the branches and notices there hasn’t been another car for a while. He’s not surprised at this late hour, but the realisation still makes the hairs on his neck stand up at the thought of being so isolated, tucked away out of sight.

He startles when there’s a gentle tap against his window, and when he glances up he sees the silhouette of an officer through the tinted glass. 

Harry takes a breath, subtly adjusting the hem of his dress and parting his knees before lowering the window. 

“Good— evening.” The officer stutters as his eyes lift from the notepad in his hands and land on Harry. The man quickly recovers, clearing his throat and doing his best to keep his eyes on Harry’s face. 

Bingo.

A soft smirk curls Harry’s lips, his chin dipping and eyes fluttering wide. He pushes his lips into a slight pout before blinking up at the man.

“Good evening, sir.” He drops his voice to a breathy sigh, smiling softly.

The officer glances back down at his notepad, running his thumb along the edge of the paper before looking up again.

“Can I see your driver’s licence, please?”

Harry reaches into his purse and pulls out his licence, handing it over. Their fingers brush, and Harry catches the briefest flicker of the officer’s eyes before he looks down at the card.

“Harry Styles.” He reads, then checks the licence over, glancing between the photograph and Harry before writing something down in his notepad. He hands the licence back, then looks at him again.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?”

Harry shakes his head, letting a few curls fall across his forehead. “No.”

“You’ve got a tail light out.” 

Dammit. He meant to get that fixed weeks ago. 

“And you were swerving slightly back there.”

Harry’s eyebrows lift in surprise. “Was I?”

“You crossed over the line a couple of times.” The officer’s gaze flicks toward the road before returning to him. “Nothing too serious, but I need to make sure you’re okay to drive.”

“Oh.” Harry glances down at himself, then towards his feet. “My heel must have slipped a little.”

He shifts in his seat, extending one long leg towards the open window, the satin of his dress riding just slightly higher against his thigh as his foot catches the light. His shoes are ridiculous things to be driving in, the delicate straps wrapping around his ankle and the heels impossibly high.

Harry follows the officer’s eyes as they drop. It’s only for a second, and when they return to Harry’s face, there’s something different in them that has Harry biting back another smile.

“Have you consumed any alcohol tonight, Harry?”

“No, sir.”

The officer hums. “I’m going to need you to take a breathalyser test.”

Harry’s brows climb higher, his gaze drifting to the man’s chest, finding the badge pinned neatly against his uniform. 

Senior Constable Louis Tomlinson.

Harry looks back up at him, eyes wide and innocent. “Oh, is that really necessary, Officer Tomlinson?”

“Yes.” Louis doesn’t falter, already reaching behind himself to detach the breathalyser device from his belt. 

Harry’s lips twitch. “And if I say no?”

Louis’ expression changes almost imperceptibly. The warmth disappears from his eyes, replaced by something sterner as he straightens his shoulders, clearly tired and ready to be done with this.

“Then I’ll have no choice but to ask you to accompany me to the station.”

That wipes some of the teasing edge from Harry’s expression. There’s still a little glint in his eyes as he studies the officer standing beside his car.

“We wouldn’t want that.”

Louis holds his gaze for a moment before reaching into the pocket of his vest and pulling out a breathalyser straw.

“Good.” He says, stepping closer to the window, holding it out between them. “You just need to put your lips over the mouthpiece and blow steadily until I tell you to stop.”

Harry’s eyes flick down to the little plastic tube before lifting slowly back to Louis’. He nods, leaning closer as Louis lowers it further.

Harry parts his lips, then wraps them around the tube, never breaking eye contact as he blows, watching Louis’ face closely for the slightest reaction.

Louis remains perfectly still.

Almost.

Harry sees the tiny movement of his throat as he swallows, and smiles around the mouthpiece until Louis says stop, pulling the device away and looking pointedly down at the gauge.

The digital screen blinks a few times, its red glow catching on the buckles of Louis’ utility vest and throwing sharp shadows across the lines of his face. Harry lets his eyes wander while Louis waits for the result, taking in the dark uniform stretched over his broad shoulders, the radio clipped against his chest and the heavy duty belt sitting around his waist. His longsleeved tactical shirt has been pushed up to his forearms, exposing the tattoos scattered across his skin while the tight fabric shows the solid curves of his biceps. A holstered gun sits against his thigh, and that should probably make Harry feel a little more nervous than it does.

Instead, it sends a thrill up his spine. 

Louis just might be the most attractive person Harry has ever seen, and somehow the uniform only adds to it.

The device beeps, pulling Harry from his gawking and Louis nods his head, turning the screen so Harry can see the reading.

0:00.

“See?” Harry says softly. “Perfectly sober.”

Louis gives him a look that says he isn’t particularly interested in Harry’s commentary, then slips the breathalyser back into its case. “You are. But there’s still the matter of your tail light.”

Harry’s smile falters as Louis reaches for his notepad again, glancing down as he makes a note. “I’ll need to issue you a fine for that. It’s a relatively minor offence, but it does need to be reported.”

Harry watches the pen move across the page, the pleasant little thrill in his stomach suddenly replaced by something considerably less fun. He thinks about the new job waiting for him on Monday, the embarrassingly small amount on his first payslip, and the fact that he’s only just started getting himself settled into his new flat.

“How much?” 

Louis tells him, and Harry grimaces.

 “Fuck.” He wrings his hands in his lap.

Louis’ mouth twitches, but he doesn’t look up. “I’m afraid so.”

Harry glances down at the notepad, then back at Louis. “Is there any chance you could— make an exception?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Even just this once?”

Louis finally looks at him. “You’ve been stopped for a reason. I can’t just ignore it.”

Harry bites his lip, thinking. Then his gaze drifts over Louis’ uniform before settling back on his face.

“Maybe there’s.. another way I could pay?”

Louis’ eyes widen as the silence stretches between them, nothing but the wind rattling the trees around them and the ticking of Louis’ cooling patrol car behind him.

“Are you soliciting an officer of the law?” Louis asks finally, his voice low and completely serious.

Harry doesn’t look away. “Yes.”

He keeps his eyes locked on him, and can almost see the exact moment Louis realises there is no misunderstanding here. Harry knows precisely what he’s doing, and it’s clear Louis knows precisely what he’s asking for.

Louis’ eyes flick towards the freeway, then behind them at the cavern of trees. Then back to Harry.

For one long second, Harry thinks he’s going to give in. Then Louis takes a slow step towards him with his jaw tight, and it’s clear Harry has pushed too far.

Harry’s pulse kicks up as Louis reaches for the driver’s door, and in that same calm, authoritative voice, he says, “Step out of the car.”

The door is pulled wide, and Harry turns in his seat, long legs stretching through the space. He has the mind to switch off the ignition at least, before stepping out and standing beside the car. 

It’s much cooler outside, and Harry resists the urge to fold in on himself, his bare skin prickling with the chill. Louis is much closer than either of them realised, and with Harry’s shoes, he stands several inches taller than the officer. 

Harry can almost feel Louis’ eyes as they travel over him, taking in the thin straps resting against his shoulders, the sweep of his torso and the dress cinched snugly around his narrow waist. The silver fabric catches the moonlight with every small movement, its hem skimming high along his thighs and drawing attention to the bare length of his legs, while the low neckline accentuates the curve of his chest.

Harry reaches up and brushes a stray curl behind his ear, watching the officer through lowered lashes. He catches his glossy bottom lip between his teeth, holding Louis’ gaze as though he’s completely unaware of what he’s doing.

But Louis is watching his every move, and Harry knows it.

“Turn around and put your hands where I can see them.” Louis says, low and stern, and Harry does, perhaps a little too quickly.

He places his palms against the roof of the car, and Louis steps closer.

He's not touching him, but Harry can feel the heat coming off his body and the slight puff of warm breath against the back of his neck. 

Harry stays completely still.

“Do you have anything on you that I should be aware of?” Louis asks, leaning in just slightly. Harry shivers, and shakes his head, eyes fluttering. 

“Words, Harry.” 

Harry swallows as his knees weaken slightly, causing him to lean further forward. His chest presses against the door of the car, and his hips sway back just enough to graze against Louis’ belt. 

“I don’t.” He says on a soft breath. 

Louis is quiet for a moment, then his hands settle against Harry’s side, palms skimming along his waist and then down his hips. “You’ve been a right slut tonight, offering yourself up like that so easily.” 

Harry’s breath catches, his fingers curling against the roof of the car. “I was only asking for a little leniency.”

“A little leniency?” Louis repeats, clearly amused. His hand tightens slightly at Harry’s waist. “Is that what you call it?”

Harry turns his head just enough to glance back at him, lashes lowering when their eyes meet. “I thought you might be willing to help.”

“You thought wrong.” 

The words are stern, but there’s something underneath them now, like Louis is wrestling with himself internally. 

“Did I?”

“Don’t push your luck.” Louis’ jaw tightens and Harry’s lips curve into the smallest smile. Louis steps closer, leaving barely any space between them. His voice drops again.

“Spread your legs.” He whispers against Harry’s ear.

Harry swallows. “Yes, officer.”

He widens his stance, shoes scuffing on the gravel, before going still, waiting.

Louis lets the silence stretch, then continues his search, hands skimming up Harry’s inner thigh, thumb grazing over his lace panties in the barest touch before travelling down the other side.

Harry’s so turned on he can feel himself leaking against the satin of his dress, and he’s aching to push back into the touch, or forward into the cool metal of the car. But he does his best to keep still, afraid that Louis will stop if he doesn’t behave. 

Louis returns to his full height, hands still pressed to Harry’s back like he’s silently commanding him to stay exactly where he is. 

Harry can hear both of them breathing now, the sound loud beneath the occasional rush of distant traffic. He keeps his palms against the roof and stares down at the gravel between his shoes, every nerve in his body waiting for Louis to decide what happens next.

“You understand what you’re asking for, don’t you?” Louis asks quietly.

Harry turns his head, just enough to meet his eyes. “Yes, officer.”

Louis studies him for a moment, his expression unreadable. “And you’re still asking me to continue?”

Harry’s lips part as he nods. “Yes.” Then, quieter, “please.”

Something shifts in Louis’ eyes, his hand pressing more firmly against Harry’s back.

“Then stay still.”

Harry exhales heavily, relief and heat flooding through him. He doesn’t dare move, keeping completely still as Louis presses against him, lips ghosting over the back of his neck. 

“You’ve been so careless.” He says quietly, the heat of his breath making Harry shudder. “Driving dangerously. Putting yourself on offer. Do you even know how badly this could have ended if you’d said that to the wrong officer?”

Harry nods his head, then quickly catches himself when Louis’ grip tightens. 

“Yes. Yes, sir.” He corrects, breath sharp as he resists squirming. 

“You’re lucky. I could have you arrested for this. Taken you in in that slutty little dress. Locked you up all night with all the scum off the street.”

Harry lets out a soft whine, head dropping lower. 

“Maybe you’d like that, hm? Just you and ten men all over you. Locked up while they do what they want to you.”

“No.” Harry says quickly, and he can feel a slight prickle at the back of his eyes. Louis’ lips pause where they drag against his shoulder, a smirk pressing against the skin. 

“No?” He taunts. “You don’t give it up for just anyone? Not this easy all the time?” 

He shakes his head, curls falling over his damp eyes. He tilts his chin slightly, silently asking Louis to continue. Louis complies, pressing a firm kiss to the curve of his neck before sucking the skin into his mouth. 

“Not anyone.”

“Just those who can get you out of trouble, yeah?”

Harry lets out a deep moan when Louis bites hard on the skin, his hands gripping Harry tighter and pulling him closer until his arse is pressed against him.

Harry can feel how affected Louis is through his trousers, the heavy belt digging into him through his flimsy dress. He can’t help pressing back harder, and the little falter in Louis’ breath makes Harry feel bold. 

With a smirk, he leans further into the car, arching his back and swaying his hips until his arse grinds down the length of Louis’ hard cock.

It takes him completely by surprise when a firm slap lands against his arse, and Harry melts forward, his chest pressed fully against the car and his cheek dropping to the cool metal.

He groans when Louis takes a step back, taking the warmth and delicious pressure with him.

“I said stay fucking still.” Louis scolds, keeping his distance.

Harry’s skin tingles as the cool air rushes over him, and he hopes to god the slap leaves a mark. He does exactly as he’s told, desperate for more and unwilling to risk displeasing him again.

“Sorry, sir.” He drops his voice to a low whine. “Please. I’ll be good for you.”

Louis hums, and Harry lets out a sigh when he feels him step back into his space. Louis presses his hands against the car beside Harry’s, caging him in as he leans in to whisper against his ear. 

“Don’t. Move.” 

Before Harry even has a chance to respond, Louis is gone again, but instead of stepping away, he drops smoothly to his knees behind Harry and Harry’s head spins with the sudden shift. 

“Holy shit.” He whispers in disbelief, the quiet words disappearing into the light breeze. He feels cold hands wrap around his ankles, gently prying his legs open wider, before they skim higher, over his calves, the backs of his knees, and slowly up his inner thighs. 

“You’re sure about this?” Louis asks, his voice no longer taunting or commanding. There’s something softer in it now, a genuine concern for Harry’s comfort despite the bizarre situation they’ve found themselves in.

Harry resists the urge to be a brat, his chest warming at the fact that Louis is asking despite how clearly desperate Harry’s been acting. He doesn’t want him to stop, but knowing that Louis would without hesitation if he asked him to only makes Harry want him more.

He glances down at the man behind him and nearly blacks out at how hot he looks, eyes bright and lips parted as he kneels there for Harry, waiting. Despite all the commanding bravado, Harry notices the way Louis is clearly just as affected as he is.

“I’m sure.” Harry says, his voice leaving no room for doubt.

He watches as a slow smirk curls Louis’ lips, his eyes darkening as that confidence returns. Their eyes stay locked as Louis slides his palms higher, his tattooed hands disappearing beneath the hem of Harry’s dress until they’re covering his lace-covered arse.

Harry lets out a soft sound at the feeling, and Louis’ smile widens.

“Must be my lucky day.” He mutters quietly, finally dropping his eyes from Harry’s and focusing on pushing the material up higher. 

The thrill of being exposed like this— outside and so close to the road where anyone could see them, sends a spike of arousal through Harry, and his cock pulses where it’s pressed to the car door. 

Louis toys with the thin elastic that curves gently over Harry’s arse cheek, tugging the fabric until it snaps back against his skin. 

“Fuck, Louis. Please.” Harry begs breathlessly, resting his cheek back against the car. Louis pauses, and when Harry glances down at him he’s looking at him with a quirked brow. 

“What was that?” Louis asks.

“Please, sir. Sorry.”

“Good boy.” The praise falls softly from Louis’ lips before he’s tucking his thumbs into Harry’s panties and sliding them down, stopping just beneath the swell of his bum. 

His mind completely whites out when he feels Louis’ fingers grip the skin, prying his cheeks apart before a warm, wet tongue slides right over his hole. 

His hips jerk forward and Louis moves with him, pressing him harder into the car and keeping him locked in place while he begins to devour Harry like he’s eating his favourite meal. 

All Harry can do is take it, his hands scrambling over the car in search of something solid to hold onto. When he finds nothing, he reaches up and tangles his fingers in his own hair, pulling tight at the roots in the hope it will ground him.

It barely works. His whole body sparks alight with every clever flick of Louis’ tongue.

“Fuck.” He pants, turning his head and burying his face into the crook of his elbow. “Oh my— fuck!” 

He feels his knees start shaking, and Louis only doubles down when he notices Harry struggling, sliding a finger down his crack and pressing the tip in alongside his tongue.

Harry bites down on the skin of his arm to stop himself from screaming, his back arching and forcing Louis’ finger deeper. Louis’ free hand grips Harry’s waist, the only thing keeping him upright as he presses him firmly against the car.

He’s so close. He can feel the thread in his belly pulling tighter and tighter, until there’s nothing left but a tiny, frayed shred. He’s about to let go, to let the feeling consume him and pull him under, caring about nothing but the pure pleasure of it.

And then it’s gone.

The warmth, the wetness, the strong hands, the buzzy bliss that had filled every nerve— all of it is suddenly gone.

“No!” He whines, not caring how utterly desperate and pathetic he sounds.

He sags against the car, his legs like jelly beneath him, and the sudden loss of sensation has tears springing to his eyes. A wet sob escapes as he buries his face in his arms, trying to catch his breath and make sense of the abrupt emptiness.

Then Louis is there, his body close against Harry’s as strong arms wrap around his waist. He gently turns him until his back is against the car, keeping him steady when his knees threaten to give again.

“Aww.” Louis coos, the teasing note returning to his voice. “What’s wrong, darling?”

Harry ducks his head, lips pouting as tears fall slowly down his cheeks. 

“You know exactly what’s wrong.” 

He doesn’t even care how he sounds, and the fact that Louis is clearly amused by his petulance only makes him more frustrated.

A humourless laugh leaves Louis’ lips, and Harry wants to slap the smirk right off his mouth. 

“Did you really think it would be that easy?” He asks, still holding Harry close. “How will you learn your lesson if I just give you everything you want, hm?”

“You seemed to be enjoying yourself.” He resists the urge to stomp his foot, wondering how far he’d have to push to earn another spank. 

“Mm, I was. You’re gorgeous, and you taste fucking incredible. But unlike you, I have self control.” 

Harry’s lip quivers, and he bites down on it, trying to hide just how affected he is, but Louis notices anyway. He lifts a hand and gently nudges Harry’s chin until he has no choice but to meet his eyes. His thumb brushes over Harry’s cheekbone, catching the tear there and wiping it away with a tenderness that catches him off guard.

Something in him loosens at the touch, the tightness in his body finally beginning to ease after being wound so tightly for so long.

“You okay to continue?” Louis asks, and Harry can’t help smiling at the sudden flip. This man is giving him whiplash.

“I’m okay.” He says, leaning into Louis’ touch without even meaning to.

Louis smiles back and leans in until their lips meet. Harry melts into the kiss, parting his lips when Louis’ tongue traces the seam. His head spins when he tastes himself, mixed with peppermint and something sweet, like tea lingering further back.

He pants softly against Louis’ mouth when the officer breaks the kiss, his hand still stroking Harry’s cheek softly. Then, Harry is suddenly being flipped back around and pressed against the car.

“Are you gonna be good for me? Like you said you would?” Louis asks.

Harry nods rapidly at the click of Louis’ belt and the soft whirr of a zipper being lowered.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes. Fuck, yes. I’ll be so good for you.”

His head feels stuffed with cotton wool, the sudden switch leaving him dizzy and dazed, but he has enough presence of mind to stay at least partially aware of his surroundings. He is, after all, outside with a stranger in a dark, secluded area, and that knowledge is enough to keep some part of him grounded, no matter how hazy everything else feels.

“Do you wanna know what I was thinking when I pulled you over?” Louis asks, sliding Harry’s dress up and bunching the fabric against his back in a tight fist. 

“Yes.” Harry nods, pressing his hands to the car without being told, earning him a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. 

“I thought about how fucking tired I was. And how all I wanted was to head home after a long shift.” 

Harry groans when Louis begins to slide his panties the rest of the way down his legs. He doesn’t bother to step out of them, leaving them snug around his spread ankles. 

“And then I saw you.” He leans over Harry’s back, pinning him in place as he rubs the head of his cock down Harry’s crack. 

Harry watches his breath as it fogs the cool metal of the car where his cheek is pressed, resisting every urge he has to grind back into Louis and just take what he wants. 

He melts a little further when he hears, and then feels Louis spit right against his hole, dragging his tip through the slick mess before pressing in firmer.

He doesn’t push in, not yet. 

Instead, his free hand slides slowly up Harry’s back until it tangles in his hair. He tugs gently, just enough to lift Harry’s face from the car and bring their mouths level.

“And you made me forget about every single shitty thing that happened.” 

He crashes their mouths together, swallowing Harry’s moan as he kisses him deep and slow. Then his hips drive forward in one long thrust until he bottoms out.

Harry moans again against his mouth, the breath knocked clean from his lungs. Louis straightens and sets a gruelling pace, each thrust hitting hard enough that Harry can feel him in his ribs.

His own neglected cock weeps steadily against the car, drenched where it’s trapped beneath the front of his dress.

Everything is muffled, and he doesn’t even realise he’s screaming until Louis’ mouth is against his ear, a low, rumbling laugh pulling him back into his body.

“You’re so fucking loud, love. Jesus Christ.” Louis bites down on the skin of his lobe, sending a sharp shiver down Harry’s spine and making his back arch. The movement pushes Louis deeper, and Harry thinks he might actually be rearranging his insides with every hard thrust.

He’s delirious, babbling against the car in a string of moans and curses. He’s being split open on a police officer’s cock on the side of a freeway, and somehow, impossibly, he still wants more.

He needs Louis so hard he feels him for days. Without conscious thought, Harry reaches back to grip Louis’ hip, pulling him in harder. 

Before he even realises what’s happening, there’s a sharp metallic snap.

His hands are suddenly twisted behind his back, cuffed against his lower back, while Louis’ thrusts never falter.

“If you want to come—” Louis growls, landing a hard slap against Harry’s arse, right over the still-raw skin from before. “You’ll fucking behave.”

Harry wilts, the thought of not being allowed to come when his orgasm is so close he can practically taste it has him quickly complying. He interlaces his fingers with Louis’, who’s still holding his hands firmly in place despite the cuffs. The metal digs into Harry’s wrists with each jolt of his body, but the sting keeps him grounded, stopping him from disappearing completely into his head and forcing him to feel every inch of pleasure Louis gives him.

“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” Louis asks, his voice ragged now as his thrusts become more erratic.

He’s quickly losing his composure, and Harry feels a deep satisfaction at knowing he’s managed to reduce this man to a mess.

“Yes, sir.” Harry gasps, and barely a second later he feels a hand close around his cock, tight and spit-slick against his shaft. Louis barely has time to drag his thumb over Harry’s slit before Harry is coming so hard he sees stars, bursts of light firing beneath his eyelids like fireworks.

He feels it dripping down his shaking thighs, Louis milking out every last drop before suddenly pulling out, spinning Harry around and pushing him to his knees.

The gravel pinches at Harry’s skin, but he barely feels it. Not with the sight of Louis standing over him, squeezing the base of his cock like he’s holding onto the last shred of his control. His head is thrown back, a look of pure ecstasy on his face when he finally looks down at Harry.

Fingers tangle in Harry’s hair again, and without needing to be asked, Harry’s lips part, his jaw dropping open as Louis feeds his cock into his mouth. 

Harry can barely move, his ankles bound together with his lace panties, his hands cuffed tightly behind his back and Louis’ firm grip tangled in his hair, keeping him exactly where he wants him.

“Oh, fuck.” Louis practically growls at the sight, thrusting shallowly into Harry’s mouth.

Harry blinks up at him, tears streaming down his cheeks as he nods eagerly. Louis huffs a disbelieving breath, smiling down at Harry as he reaches out to uselessly wipe the wetness away.

Then he fucks in harder, his cock curving down Harry’s throat until his nose presses against the warm skin of Louis’ belly. Harry swallows, his throat flexing and constricting as he tampers down the rising panic that comes with having his oxygen supply completely cut off.

Louis keeps his eyes locked on Harry’s, searching for any sign of distress. Harry does his best to reassure him, smiling around his cock and humming happily.

The sight shatters the last thread of restraint Louis has been holding onto. His grip in Harry’s hair tightens as he buries himself deep and comes so hard that Harry thinks he might collapse beneath the force of it.

Louis pulls back, and Harry gasps for breath, his eyes fluttering closed just as Louis paints his face with what’s left of his warm come.

It takes a moment for Harry’s senses to come back to him, his vision blurred and ears ringing as the world slowly settles back into focus.

He blinks a few times, tears still clinging to his eyelashes, and finds Louis still above him, one hand pressed against the car to steady himself while the other strokes gently through Harry’s hair, carefully detangling his curls.

His eyes are closed, chest heaving beneath his vest, fringe stuck to his forehead with sweat.

Harry shifts, wincing when a sharp stone digs into his knee, and Louis is immediately hauling him upright by the bicep, carefully settling him back against the car.

There’s concern written all over his face as he crouches down to brush Harry’s skin clean, tiny stones and dirt falling away beneath his fingers. Harry smiles when he notices the crease between Louis’ brows, the slight downturn of his lips as that serious persona slips back into place almost as quickly as it disappeared.

They don’t speak as Louis unlocks the cuffs, soothing a hand over Harry's red wrists with gentle care. He helps Harry step out of his panties, the lace stretched and torn, before tugging his dress back into place and smoothing the fabric neatly over his thighs.

“Jesus.” Louis mutters, fighting a laugh when he looks at Harry’s face.

Harry must be a mess. His hair is wild, his cheeks still streaked with Louis’ come. Somehow, though, he’s far too blissed out to feel even a sliver of self-consciousness about it.

Especially when Louis doesn’t hesitate to smooth his hair back into place or use Harry’s balled-up panties to gently wipe the mess from his face.

The tenderness of it makes warmth bloom in Harry’s chest.

“Thank you.” He says.

“No problem.” Louis replies quietly, stepping back and wordlessly tucking the lace into his vest pocket before fixing his own clothes.

He pulls out his notepad, and Harry watches as he opens it, tearing out the page he’d written up on Harry before scrunching the paper into a ball and tucking it away.

There’s still a faint crease between Louis’ brows as he runs his fingers through his hair, trying and failing to fix his flattened fringe.

Harry steps closer, reaching up and twisting one damp strand around his finger before gently pushing it back from Louis’ eyes.

“That was so hot.” He says quietly. He sways closer, breathing in the sharp smell of sweat and aftershave.

Louis huffs a laugh, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his hand slips around Harry’s hip and draws him closer.

“I know.” Their mouths meet, softer this time, and Louis speaks against his lips. “We can’t keep doing this, though. You’re gonna get me fired.”

“You said that last time.” Harry giggles, leaning in to kiss him again.

Louis grips his waist a little tighter, keeping him there for another beat before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and reaching back to open the car door.

“I’ll follow you home.” He says, swatting Harry’s bum as he climbs into the driver’s seat. “Make sure you stay in your lane this time.”

“Yes, officer.” Harry smirks, closing the door with a thud before starting the car.

The last thing he sees before pulling onto the road is his boyfriend rolling his eyes, shaking his head and climbing back into his patrol car.

A moment later, the blue and red lights flash once more in the darkness.