"We might just get away with it

The altar is my hips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship this love

I know heaven's a thing

I go there when you touch me"

✰

Luke was pouting.

Four days had passed since their trip to the city and the group had been so busy that Arlo hadn't even had a chance to stop by the bookstore. Luke hated falling asleep alone more than ever now. He didn't care if he was clingy, he just needed her.

The boy was overjoyed when Calum dropped her off at the bookstore, an overnight bag in her hand. Luke's phone was so flooded with notifications that he didn't even see her text, making him feel guilty but at least it was a pleasant surprise.

He made sure to turn on all of the string lights that he'd hung from the ceiling, closing up the shop and offering her any book she wanted. Luke was just happy to have her there.

All Luke wanted to do was curl up in bed with his girl next to him. But, with the album deadline coming closer and closer, Arlo was becoming more stressed for them. This, in turn, stressed out Luke by seeing the furrow in her brow and creating a dangerous cycle.

So, they'd tried writing together. But, Luke being Luke and Arlo being as unintentionally tempting as she was, his hands couldn't help but wander.

He was banished to the beanbag with his notebook on his lap while Arlo sat across the bookstore at the table, trying to write lyrics of her own.

After thirty tortuous minutes, Luke breaks the silence that had settled in the room. "I think we write better together, Lo."

"You distract me." His girl mutters, not bothering to look up from the notebook in front of her. The poor girl has her elbows on the table, propping up her head in her hands.

Despite the fact that Luke really just wanted to have her near, he also could tell she was working herself up. He sits up straight on the beanbag so he's no longer slouched into the fabric and closes his notebook, laying it aside.

"Come here, Arlo." Luke says gently.

She shakes her head, her dark hair falling around her face in messy waves. "I need to finish this-"

"And I need you to come here." Luke cuts her off swiftly, his voice far sterner than before. He hated when she stressed herself out like this, especially considering it wasn't her job to be a songwriter. Just because she was undeniably good at it, didn't mean the band deserved to have her breaking her back for them.

After a few moments of silence, Arlo sighs and closes her notebook. Standing up from the table, she tiredly makes her way over to where Luke sits.

The blond can't help but let his eyes wander over her as she approaches him. She'd yet to change into her pajamas leaving her in her clothes from earlier in the day- a white tennis skirt so short that Luke's mouth ran dry at the sight of her tan legs and an oversized navy blue crewneck.

He swallows thickly as she reaches him though before Arlo can take a seat next to him, he grabs her hips, gently redirecting the girl so she ends up straddling his lap.

Of course, his girl being as innocent as she was, thinks nothing of the position as she merely hums in contentment before wrapping her arms around his neck and tucking her head into the crook of his neck.

Luke thinks everything of the position.

He lifts a hand, beginning to run his fingertips through her hair. Arlo was far too stressed and he didn't like it, not one bit. Luke wished nothing more than to take away every ounce of her stress with comforting words, but his words always seemed to fail him.

No matter how close they were, Arlo made him nervous. She was so perfect that sometimes he felt like the things he could say wouldn't be enough. Words failed him, but his touch never did.

"Arlo, baby" Luke hums, catching her attention. She lifts her head from the crook of his neck, tired brown eyes gazing up at him. "Kiss me."

Not needing to be told twice, Arlo smiles softly before ducking down to claim his lips. With the way she's straddling his lap she's taller than him for once, giving her the chance to take the slightest bit of control.

Though, that control doesn't last for long, not when Luke has a say. Just as Arlo begins getting lost in the cool sensation of his lip ring against her lips, Luke slides his hands down to her hips, gripping the flesh tightly and eliciting a gasp from his girl's lips.

As Arlo's lips part in surprise, Luke takes the opportunity to slip his tongue past her lips, claiming her mouth in a way much needier than he ever had before. He's slightly rougher than he usually is with her, but he's mindful to take things slow- his girl was inexperienced and he wouldn't risk scaring her.

Just as Arlo begins losing her breath at the pure intensity of the kiss, Luke tears his lips away from her lips to trail them down her neck. His teeth nip at her jawline, earning a whimper from his girl the further his lips make their way down her neck.

Arlo's so lost in the feel of his lips that every stressful thought leaves her mind. She has no time to think about anything other than how his lips feel- she doesn't want to think about anything else. Due to this, the girl doesn't even notice what she's doing when she rolls her hips against his.

The movement was purely instinctual, a desperate attempt to relive the tension she'd felt building in her stomach but didn't know the exact cause of. Arlo doesn't even have time to process what she's done as a jolt of pleasure shoots up her spine, a gasp leaving her lips.

Luke stills under her, a groan leaving his lips as he realizes what she'd done. As Arlo pulls back, surprise written across her face, Luke's eyes darken, his jaw clenching painfully.

If his girl was desperate enough for a release to roll her hips against his own, he sure as hell had no problem in giving it to her. In fact, he anticipated it.

"Fuck, do that again." Luke groans, his grip tightening on her hips. "I know that felt good, baby, do it again."

Completely caught off guard by what had just happened, Arlo stills on top of him, her lips parting in shock. "I didn't mean-"

Luke's face softens as he reminds himself that this is completely new to the girl. He runs a hand up her spine until he reaches her cheek, his thumb circling her skin soothingly. "Only if you want to, Okay, Lo? I can help you feel good baby, you just gotta trust me."

A shiver goes down her spine at his words and combined with the fact that with every passing moment she can feel Luke growing under her, she was becoming lightheaded in the best way. "Okay." She nods. "Can you help me?"

Luke's eyes darken, the sight of her so willing for him, nearly enough to send him over the edge. "Always." He says lowly, his hands tightening possessively on her hips as he brings his lips to her neck once more.

As Luke works at her neck with his lips, his hands on her hips urge her forward. "Do what you did earlier, it'll feel good I promise, sweetheart."

Hesitantly, Arlo braces her palms on his chest to give herself leverage before gently rolling her hips again. The contact is nowhere near enough for it to feel as good as it did, but her stomach still stirs at the action.

As she finds a rhythm, her chest beginning to heave Luke marks her neck, his gentle kisses turning into hungry nips of his teeth as he drags his lips across her skin, bringing blood to the surface and creating a dark mark on top of the fading ones already there.

"Fuck, just like that Lo." Luke groans, the feeling of her hips colliding with his own making his head spin.

But it's not enough for her to reach her high and he knows it. What the girl feels now is nowhere near what he had the potential to give her. Luke's hands travel from her hips to the hem of her skirt. His hands drip under the fabric, planting firmly on her ass to give him even better leverage to move her body the way he pleased.

A gasp leaves Arlo's lips, her breath getting caught in her throat as Luke suddenly uses his new grip to grind her hips down on him much, much harsher than before. "Luke-" His name leaves her lips in a high-pitched whimper.

The mere tone of her voice sends a chill down his spine, only encouraging him to bring her closer. "I know. Good girl- so fuckin' good for me." He rambles, his words muffled by her skin.

Arlo's head is spinning, clouded with lust as nothing but the thin fabric of her underwear separates her from the rough material of Luke's signature black jeans. The feeling is indescribable, small whimpers leaving her lips every time her hips make contact with his.

Suddenly, Luke begins raising his hips to meet her own, his arousal clear as his cock strains against his jeans, nudging her clit in a way that makes the girl lightheaded. "Oh my- Luke." Arlo stutters, her legs beginning to shake.

"You that desperate for me, baby?" Luke asks lowly, tearing his lips from her neck to watch her the way he'd been dying to. "Haven't even touched you and you're fuckin' ruined." He taunts, smirking as the whimpers leaving her lips only increase at his words.

"Fuckin' hell." Luke grits his teeth, clenching his jaw harshly as a particularly loud noise of pleasure leaves her lips. It takes everything in him not to flip her around and slip his fingers between her legs, but he knew even this was a lot for her. He had forever to do whatever else he pleased.

"If your legs are shaking for me now I can't imagine what a fuckin' mess you'll be when I fuck you." Luke grits out lowly. Arlo shivers in his grasp, her chest heaving. "I bet you're soaked for me right now, huh baby?"

Arlo answers with a strained whimper tumbling from her lips, the shaking in her legs intensifying as Luke becomes harsher with his movements, guiding her hips to work faster against his own. When she doesn't give him a verbal answer, Luke grips her hips harshly, stopping her movements altogether.

A strained cry leaves Arlo's lips at the loss of contact, her head spinning. "What-"

"Answer me when I make you feel good." Luke says lowly, his eyes narrowing on the fucked out expression on his girl's face.

"Yes." Arlo's voice is nearly a whine. "Please, Luke. It hurts, please just-"

Hearing how desperate she is for him, Luke knows that she's had enough of his teasing movements. Later, maybe he'd spend hours working her up until she was shaking for him, only to strip her release away from her. As for now, he needed to watch her fall apart.

Arlo's pleas are cut off when Luke reaches down between them, his hands working quickly at his belt. He yanks down his zipper just enough to expose his boxers, a relieved sigh leaving his lips as some of the pressure is taken off of his hard-on.

As he brings her hips down to meet his own once again, whimpers of pleasure leave both of their lips because now they can feel everything. With only a thin layer of lace and the material of Luke's boxers separating them, Arlo's legs shake almost instantly.

"Do you feel what you do to me, Lo?" Luke's voice is strained. He's surprised that he's teetering on the edge already. Usually, he didn't even finish when girls sucked him off, but once again Arlo proves to be an exception.

"Mhm." She hums, dazed as heat builds in her stomach. "So-" She cuts herself off with a particularly loud whimper. "So good, Lu,"

"Are you gonna cum for me, baby?" Luke asks as her lips part beautifully, her eyes scrunching closed in pure pleasure. "Look at me and tell me."

She fights to open her eyes, her brown irises blown out with lust as she grips his shoulders for dear life. "I'm gonna-"

Luke grips her hips just tight enough to take some of the contact away. He doesn't cut off her pressure completely, just enough to make sure she doesn't finish yet. "Ask." He demands. "If you want me to make you cum then you beg for it."

A strained gasp leaves Arlo's lips at his words and she practically writhes in his grip, searching desperately for the contact she needs. "Please. Please, Luke. I need to-"

He cuts her pleads off by thrusting his hips up harshly at the same time he uses his grip on her ass to bring her closer, causing a direct pressure to her clit that sends the girl over the edge."Luke!" She releases with a cry of his name, causing the boy to clench his jaw tightly. The sight of her trembling in his lap as she cums for him is almost too much.

But he doesn't stop even as she releases, continuing to guide her hips for her. "Luke, I finished." Arlo gasps, her breath hitching as the feeling of Luke stimulating her right after she's finished sends a shock up her spine.

"No, you're not." Luke instructs lowly. "Give me one more."

Maybe it was a bit risky to make the girl cum twice after having never done so before, but he knew she could handle it. Luke wanted her to remember this moment for the rest of her life, he wanted to make her feel so good that the memory of the feeling keeps her up at night. It was what his girl deserved.

"I can't" Arlo whines, her legs contenting to shake as Luke continues his movements.

Luke clenches his jaw at the feeling of her arousal soaking through his boxers. The feeling alone is enough to make him want to finish right then and there, but he pushes the feeling down, putting her pleasure first.

"Yes, you can. You're gonna take every fuckin' thing I give you like the good girl you are. " Luke encourages her. At his words Arlo shakes in his grasp, a loud moan of pleasure leaving her lips that sounds nearly pornographic. "Fuck, you're sensitive." He groans,

As Luke continues to guide her hips, Arlo nearly flinches every time his lower half makes contact with her own. Especially, when she could feel his cock twitch against her, signaling that he too, was close to the edge.

Luke was making her feel so good that it almost hurt, but she wouldn't stop asking for more. Not when the blonde is gazing up at her in what looked to be pure infatuation, his blue eyes dark as he takes in how good it feels just to make her feel good.

When the sound of her whimpers and pleads increases, Luke knows she's close. Her second release hits her much, much harder than her first one had. Arlo finishes with a high-pitched near scream of his name, her entire body trembling in his grasp.

Luke can feel her finish on his cock, the indescribable sensation being exactly what he needs to send him over the edge as well. Luke grips her jaw harshly, bringing her lips to his own as he thrusts up to meet her hips one last time.

"Fuck, Fuck" Luke whimpers, releasing with his lips on hers, mumbling his own cries.

His head is spinning as Arlo collapses on his chest, her own chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath. Luke is too stunned to do anything but pull her closer as he realizes two things.

One; watching Arlo cum because of him had to be the most mind-fucking, ethereal thing he'd ever seen and he didn't know how he'd survive without witnessing it at least every hour for the rest of his life. And two; Luke Hemmings had finished in his boxers like a fucking virgin.

Luke catches his breath enough to speak, threading his hands in her hair as he places a kiss on her forehead. "I think we can write a song about that... I'm not too sure though so we might have to try again."