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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson, Zayn_Malik/Liam_Payne
  Character:
      Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson, Zayn_Malik, Liam_Payne, Niall_Horan, OC_-
      Character
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      many_OCs_-_Freeform, bottom!Louis, Top!Harry, Smut, So_much_smut, Dubious
      Consent, Maybe_-_Freeform, Sex_Toys, Toys, a_lot_of_rough_fucking,
      Mentions_of_Underage, just_in_the_beginning, Blow_Jobs, Fingering, Rim
      job, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Plug, Butt_Plugs, Dildos, Vibrators,
      Rimming, Daddy_Kink, Dom/sub, Dom_Harry, Sub_Louis, Famous_Harry, Louis
      is_a_mansion_wife, Kissing, BoyxBoy, Lingerie, Feminization, not_a_lot_of
      it_though, Crying, crying_while_having_sex, BDSM, Choking, Hair-pulling,
      Slut_Shaming, Louis_in_Panties, Spanking, Slight_Spanking, Punishment,
      gagging, rich!Harry, Drinking, PDA, Public_Blow_Jobs, Public_Claiming,
      Public_Humiliation, Kinda, Vibrator, Romance, daddy!harry, dubcon, Sugar
      Daddy_Harry, Sugar_Baby_Louis
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-16 Words: 10152
****** Be a Good Boy ******
by buttfucklarry
Summary
     Things aren't spicy enough in the infamous Style residence, and no
     matter how hard they try its apparent to Harry there is only one way
     to fix this...
      
     Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction please don't sue me
Notes
     Hoooooly hell this got way out of hand and really dirty but I'm
     really proud of it. I'd like to thank Daniela who really helped me
     and encouraged me along with some of my best friends Kat, Paige,
     Gabby, and Katie who helped me along with this process.
     Also I didn't read over my work because i have a damn headache and I
     can't be bothered I am so very sorry if there are a lot of mistakes.
See the end of the work for more notes
To fully understand Harry and Louis’ particularly peculiar situation, one must
understand the start of it. See, Louis was barely of age when he walked into
the shady looking pub, still living with his mum, still relying on her for
clothes, food, bills, everything really. Not that Jay minded of course, she
loved her son, but she was just worried about Louis never leaving and never
finding out what life truly had to offer him due to his sheltered life. Little
did she know, however, Louis knew a lot about life at that age. At the age of
14 he had snuck into his first club, but had been too chicken to drink and
nearly cried when he was felt up by an older man. He ran out soon after. At 15,
he got drunk for the first time. After that, Louis slowly began to loosen up-
and not in a good way. At 16 he had an affair with his best friends father,
countless days ‘accidentally’ showing up when Stan had football practice which
then lead to him ‘waiting’ for his friend to arrive. By waiting, he meant being
fucked into a mattress with such force that he forgot his own name for a few
minutes afterwards. At 17, he had snuck back into a club and it was /he/ who
initiated the ‘feeling up’ this time. He was a menace by the age of 18, he had
enough experience to know who to go to, who to dance with, who to watch out
for, and who to go home with. He knew who was underage and he knew who was a
bit too old to be in that certain atmosphere. See, Louis had undeniably a kink
for older men. There was no denying it, no denying he knew how to work them as
well. Louis was a proper sugar baby, just looking for his daddy- his sugar
daddy of course. But that was pushed far to the back of his mind, he was just
looking for a mindless hookup today, just wanting to get out some bent up
frustrations.
Harry, however, was a bit different. He was born with a silver spoon in his
mouth- born into money. Harry was set for life, he could have been just a
socialite like his sister chose to be, but that wasn’t who he was. Harry was
ambitious. Harry was a go-getter, never taking the word no as an answer. He
wanted it, he got it. He climbed his way to the top in the corporate world-
well maybe not exactly climbed, he did have connections, so perhaps took an
escalator to the top would be better for this situation. He made his family
name stronger than ever. Styles& co. His fashion industry, started out as just
a mere idea. He invested his life to it, started at 13 with the idea and when
he brought it to his fathers attention, he was given the opportunity to expand.
He met with his fathers team, a group of attorneys, PR agents, marketing
agents, designers, etc. to start it up. It was slow at first, a matter of
getting people interested in the actual clothing and not Harry’s family name,
but it happened and now it was the number one clothing line in all of Europe.
Slowly, but surly, Harry was now making deals in the US, hoping to expand his
company further. He was 27 at this point, at his peak in life, at the cusp of
achieving everything he had ever hoped for. He wasn’t just Harry Styles, son of
Des Styles multimillionaire . He was Harry Styles, multimillionaire. But there
was something lacking in Harry’s life. Human interaction. Sure, he had people
to talk to, and he had flings, but he wanted something more than a dim witted
escort to all his events. He wanted his someone which was why he, too, walked
into a shady looking pub. He wanted somebody to want him not his money. Which
also explained why he was dressed as far down as possible. He had sunglasses
on, had on a white tshirt with a print on it from a line three seasons ago and
just a pair of skinny jeans. Well, along for those infamous brown boots which
he knew were just such couture that people didn’t understand. They’d grow in
popularity soon enough.
And things just happened from there, Louis and Harry met in the bar that night,
Harry got Louis drink after drink, making him a horny babbling mess in Harry’s
arms. Harry, however, only laughed it off as they shared drunk kisses. He even
carried Louis out of the bar, hailing a taxi and taking Louis back to his home.
Correction, his mansion, but Harry liked to call the high ceiling, marble
floored, masterpiece of a building his home. He lifted Louis to the large
marble steps, helping him up one by one until they reached Harry’s master
suite. A large four poster bed stood directly in front of him, the dark blue
velvety curtains were pulled back to reveal the large bed, and Louis was just
too out of it to appreciate anything. Harry had laid him on the bed, letting
Louis fall asleep before Harry too climbed into the king sized bed, slowly
slipping off as well. After that night, and after Louis nearly had a heart
attack in the morning once he looked around at the spacious bedroom, things
progressed. Louis came back for more, Harry was happy to have him around. Harry
even took him out on dates, and after the first date he revealed who he was.
Louis wasn’t surprised, but he was surprised how things went when he realized
this wasn’t just a fuck buddy situation. Soon Louis was spending weekends at
Harry’s, weekends turned to weeks, and then finally Harry made Louis move in,
his exact words being ‘Lou, baby, you already live here all you have to bring
is your clothes because everything else is already here’ However, something
seemed to be… odd between the two of them. Harry knew it and Louis knew it, but
they didn’t know what it was. Their sex, it was good, but not amazing. They had
tried toys and different things, but nothing just made it amazing. Harry was
big, so big that Louis thought his spine was going to break the first time, but
even that wasn’t helping. Louis ass was big, he even did squats in Harry’s home
gym in hopes that it would get bigger and things would get better, but even
then something just wasn’t completely right. That was until Harry came home one
day with a completely black matte bag taped shut. He moved to where Louis was
sitting in the big armchair, setting the bag down in front of it. Louis was
expecting it was a gift, something Harry loved doing for Louis. Bringing him
gifts for no reason at all. However, that wasn’t exactly the case. He turned
off the telly which Louis was watching and he stood cross armed in front of
him, and the next words out of Harry’s mouth was one thing that Louis could
have never expected. “Louis, I want you to be my sub.”
It wasn’t really a question and Louis knew that when it was stated. He knew
that Harry wasn’t really asking permission, that this what Harry planned and
this was what was going to happen. But who was Louis to deny Harry and himself
that worldly pleasure? He nodded as he looked up at Harry, waiting for him to
explain it further. Harry stood there, lips in a thin line as he spoke. “You
will do as I say when I say it. You will wear what I say you will wear, act as
I say to act, and you will not complain once. If you are a good boy, you will
get rewards and the praise you deserve. And if you’re naughty, you will be
punished… severely. “Now get ready, now, we are going out.” He said strictly,
tossing Louis the bag. “I will not be kept waiting.” He said before turning on
his heels and walking off in the direction of his closet. He walked in, picking
up a suit from his new collection, the one with a white pocket before changing
in the spacious closet. He slipped on his glossy dress shoes before sitting
down on the couch, tapping on his phone as he checked on his reservation. He
waited till Louis walked out in his suit, a nice navy blue, quickly standing up
and waiting for Harry’s approval. Harry, however, only nodded before he hooked
his arm in Louis’. “Stand up straight. A new restaurant opened and we’re making
an appearance,” He said flatly. “You will be courteous and if I say the food
was bad you agree with me. If I say the food was well prepared although the
taste of basil was bit too strong you will agree with me. They don’t want your
opinion, and on the rare case they do you will say, “Although I do not have
much background in the culinary arts I believe that- and then you will agree
with my opinion.” He finished, “Got it?” He asked, helping Harry into the limo.
It wasn’t that he cared about what Louis agreed with or disagreed with , it was
only a test. A test to see how far Louis would go. He was testing Louis’
boundaries. And his smaller boyfriend seemed to go along with it just fine,
just nodding in response as he sat elegantly on the cold leather of the ill-lit
limousine.
Harry stayed reserved, never looking at Louis too much as if it asserted the
idea of dominance into the man. He waited until Louis was practically begging
for attention. He was curled up next to Harry, rubbing up on his arm as he
tried to strike up a conversation Harry had no interest participating in. He
clutched onto Harry now, laying his head on Harry’s shoulder, but Harry didn’t
break. His attention was on his phone and the glass of wine in his hand. He
scrolled through business emails as Louis spoke about his shopping day with his
friend. “Louis be quiet.” He said firmly, as if talking to a misbehaving child,
but Louis obeyed regardless. He loosened his grip on Harry’s arm and kept his
head low as he looked forward through the tinted glass. There were a few people
waiting outside, trying to get a glimpse of A-list celebrities attending the
opening night, hoping to get pictures. Harry and Louis slipped out with ease,
Harry loosening slightly as he posed for pictures, arm protectively around
Louis as they walked in, lead to their seat. “Eyes ahead of you, no staring.”
Harry ordered, moving to hold out Louis’ seat. Once Louis sat, Harry languidly
moved to his seat. He ordered the both of them a bottle a wine, and sighed as
Louis was ID’d. “Louis don’t,” He said flatly, and Louis obeyed, moving the
hands that were reaching to his wallet, back to his lap. “He is of age, and
that’s all you need to know. And I am outraged that you would even assume that
he is underage considering who I am. Now, before this is reflected in your tip,
I suggest you bring us our wine.” He said, eyes moving over to gage Louis’
reaction. Louis didn’t move, he sat completely still, although Harry knew he
must’ve been freaking out on the inside, which he was. Louis couldn’t believe
Harry’s radical behavior and he couldn’t believe how turned on he was. The way
that Harry took control, the way Harry made sure he wasn’t disrespected and the
way the waiter practically shook under Harry’s tone, was just so… hot, in
layman’s terms, and Louis knew he wanted more.
As the night went on, more and more photographers showed up outside as more and
more celebrities arrived, interviews were being conducted and Louis and Harry
were onto dessert when Louis looked up at Harry with a small smile, “Harry?” He
asked quietly, “My aunt is getting married, and she sent us the invitation. I
need to know if you want to come with me,” He said softly, slowly slipping his
hand to reach Harry. Harry was a bit too tipsy at this point, on the brink of
being drunk with Louis, so he let the fact that Louis touched without asking
slide. He shrugged, “You don’t need to know, you want to know,” He corrected.
“I’ll look into it,” He said simply and brushed it off before asking for the
check. He just slipped his black card- one of those fancy credit cards, the
ones that were all for show. The ones that rich people got for charging so much
onto a card. Louis loved it, loved the way people looked at it, the way people
realized who Harry must be after they saw the card. And most of all the way
Harry only smiled back at them. He waited until everything was settled before
throwing a tip on the table and standing up. “Stand,” He ordered Louis, hooking
his arm around his boyfriends. He walked with Harry as he got interviewed and
gave good reviews up until they reached the wait staff. “Although the food was
delicious and well prepared, the wait staff left much to be desired and
honestly left a bad taste in my mouth,” He said chuckling at his pun. Which was
of course Louis’ cue to smile and laugh along as well. He listened to Harry,
listened to the way he spoke, so clearly, “I can see this place going far, and
once they understand to keep the drinks flowing then I’m sure Louis and I here
will regularly attend, won’t we?” He asked Harry, rubbing Louis’ back. Louis
watched as the cameras turned to Louis, who nodded along with Harry, knowing
not to say anything stupid that would make Harry look bad. He let Harry lead
him away, pictures being snapped constantly as they slid inside the limo once
more. He looked up at Harry hopefully, wanting to know how he was. Harry waited
till the door was closed before he patted Louis’ leg. “Very good my love,” He
said with a smile, kissing Harry’s lips. “You did a wonderful job, I’m proud of
you,” And that’s all Louis needed before he was pulled into Harry’s lap, his
head on Harry’s chest.
When they got home, to say Harry was handsy was an understatement. He carried
Louis back to the house and up the stairs to the familiar four poster bed. He
tossed his boyfriend on the bed, his body looming over Louis’, casting a large
shadow over the boy’s small body. “Undress. Now.” He ordered, stripping himself
down. He stood as Louis pulled off his expensive looking suit, perfectly
tailored to his body, and tossed it off to the side. He didn’t care about
wrinkles, he cared about following orders. Harry slowly stroked his cock to the
sight of Louis undressing, his eyes stuck on the way Louis’ hips moved, the way
his clothes seemed to slip off effortlessly. He nodded, “Stand up for me.” He
said, moving to sit on the bed. And as always, Louis followed orders. “Walk for
me baby, show me how you move for me.” He ordered, sliding back on the bed. He
moved his hand, slow and lazy movements as Louis began to walk around their
room, turning and swishing his hips around. Harry watched from his bed, biting
down on his lip as he nodded. “Bend down and spread those pretty cheeks for me.
Let me see your cock peeking between your legs.” He said, eyes never leaving
Louis. He watched as his boyfriend bent over, his ass almost making a heart-
shape due to its size. He nodded, standing up and grabbed Louis’ arm, pulling
him back towards the bed frame and forcing his body down so his face was buried
into the thick comforter. “Spread,” He ordered, getting down to his knees. He
reached up, grabbing the bedside lube before kneeling down. He worked his
fingers with it, watching the way Louis’ hole clenched in anticipation. “You
want it bad don’t you baby,” He growled, running his fingers over Louis’
entrance. He pushed one in, noticing the way Louis’ back clenched. Louis
whimpered slightly, burying his head into the comforter, afraid to ask for
more.
Louis didn’t have to ask because soon Harry was pushing in a first, and then a
second.. And then a third. He was working Louis quickly, making sure to avoid
touching Louis’ prostate. No way would he allow Louis to experience that type
of pleasure just yet. The denial of pleasure was causing Louis to slowly rock
back, pathetic whimpers causing his body to shudder. Harry shook his head,
removing his fingers. Louis could have done with more prep, but since he
decided to be so greedy, he didn’t deserve anything more. Harry stood, watching
Louis’ hole clench around the empty air, suffering from his lose. “That’s what
happens when you try to take more than you deserve, you slut.” He said,
gripping tightly onto Louis’ ass cheek as he used one hand to slip on a condom
lube up his length, slowly adding a thin layer. Louis only squeaked at the
name, his face and neck turning a deep scarlet color and Harry loved it. He
loved the way Louis seemed so.. Humiliated and vulnerable under Harry’s
scrutiny. He pulled apart Louis’ cheeks, quickly pushing into his little sub.
He watched, watched the way Louis’ thick ass seemed a bit bruised under Harry’s
grip, but it didn’t make Harry let go anymore. He continued until he was all
the way in, prodding the little sensitive gland. He groaned as he pulled out,
noticing Louis’ now pale white knuckles on the sheets, loud whimpers coming out
muffled due to the sheets.
Harry’s moves soon became erratic and uncontrollable. He felt in control,
powerful, but still he didn’t feel powerful enough. He reached up, grabbing the
back of Louis’ neck as he fucked harder, hips moving in almost a blur as Louis
cried. He pushed his sub’s head down further into the mattress as he moved,
smiling in satisfaction as he went. “Who’s doing this? Who’s making you feel
this way.” He growled as he thrust up. “Hmm who am I?” He asked. Louis groaned
slightly, “Harry,” He said weakly, but that wasn’t enough for Harry. He shook
his head, “Oh no no, you won’t call me that. Call me daddy.” He ordered, “Now,”
Louis whined, “Daddy, Daddy’s fucking me so good,” He cried, making Harry grin
at the word, it was like he owned Louis. He kept it up until Louis was
sputtering for air. He reached up, grabbing a fistful of Louis’ hair, yanking
him up. He had to stop himself from losing himself when Louis tightened around
Harry’s cock. He let go, watching Louis’ head fall back down into the sheets.
“Fucking hell,” He grunted. “So hot, my good boy. You listened so well,” He
panted as he slipped his hand around Louis’ sweaty little waist. “M’gunna
come.” Was all Louis managed to choke out. “Its okay baby, come now, you did so
well. Come on, you can come.” He permitted. Louis nodded doing as he was told,
and soon enough the black sheets were stained white. Harry pulled out, quickly
ripping off his condom and tossing it to the side. He flipped Louis’ body
around, watching him look up at Harry with heavy eyelids- already half asleep.
“Open your mouth.” He said, quickly jerking himself to orgasm. He watched Louis
catch it, swallowing it with tiny gagging noise. “Yeah baby,” He whispered,
scooping up the cum that pooled in the corner of his mouth. He pushed it into
Louis’ mouth, pulling him up for a quick kiss. “My good little boy,” He cooed
with a smile. “I’ll get you your pajamas, you stay here.” He whispered, pushing
back Louis’ hair. He hurried off, getting changed himself before letting Louis
change and climb into bed for post-orgasm cuddles.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Things after the first night kept up the same, Louis was obedient and Harry
gave him orders. Louis lived to please and Harry was used to being pleased.
Louis had grown used to calling Harry his daddy at home and while having sex.
Louis had no problem with it, not really finding an issue in the situation and
he had actually enjoyed feeling so vulnerable, so willing. Harry had taken care
of him and Louis divulged into his kinks. It wasn’t hard to adjust to their new
lifestyle, and it never got old. Louis got gifts and praise and he got fucked
pretty damn good. One time that comes to Louis’ mind often was their golfing
double date.
The morning while getting ready, Harry pulled out a little box. Harry had
walked up to Louis, looking as nonchalant as ever, that was until he pulled out
a glass object. Louis looked at it, his interest peeking as he looked over what
could only be a butt plug. “Lay down,” He said, leading Harry to the bed. He
laid Louis down and after a few minutes, working the wide- and unbearably cold
into his bum. He looked up at Harry, worry etched into his features, “What are
we doing?” He asked quietly, moving up in Harry’s lap. Harry looked down, “I
can’t spend all my time fingering you all the time, don’t be selfish. So you
will wear this and I better not hear you complain once. You will do that for
daddy, yes?” He asked, Louis only nodded, but that wasn’t enough for Harry.
“Excuse me… I didn’t hear an answer. You will do that. Yes?” He said, starting
to become irritated. Louis nodded quickly, not wanting to upset Harry before
his match against Liam, his golfing mate. Zayn was going along too, just to
keep Louis some company. They got there pretty under the radar, arriving at the
course in minutes. Harry rented a cart, making Louis sit right next to him.
Even sitting was uncomfortable. He could feel it jab against his prostate
constantly and honestly he was just painfully hard right now, but he hid it
well.
Harry was lining up when Zayn and Liam finally came, Zayn nagging him about how
he and Louis could have stayed at the bar and walk around the shopping district
nearby, and Liam seemed to be getting to annoyed. “Zayn you can’t change
anything about it anymore, you’re here baby I’m sorry can’t you just do this
for me?” He asked, and Zayn just sat with his arms crossed in their own golfing
cart. Harry walked up to Louis, fixing his hat. “You’re to tell nobody what
you’re wearing,” He ordered and Louis nodded, climbing out to go sit with Zayn
and socialize with the man. 18 holes later, Louis was practically crying and
jello in Harry’s arms . “Stop it Louis, stand up straight you’re embarrassing
me,” he ordered, and Louis obeyed. He stood up straight, feeling Harry’s arm
slowly move down to his lower back. They had stopped at the little café they
had in the club, and placed their orders, Louis having a salad, Harry a Panini,
Liam and Zayn had shared a BLT. Halfway through their meal, Louis coughed
quietly, eyes squeezing shut when he felt the glass rub against him. “Please
excuse me,” He said quickly, hurrying off towards the bathroom. He looked at
his friends, “He hasn’t been feeling well in a while, I should go check on
him…” He murmured, hurrying off towards Louis.
Harry found Louis inside the clean bathroom, bent over and splashing as much
water into his face as his small hands would allow. He looked at Harry once he
came in, his lip trembling. “I’m sorry,” He mumbled quickly, shaking as he
watched Harry walk towards him. Harry wasn’t angry, not necessarily because he
had been dying all 18 holes but he wasn’t going to let Louis know that. “What
did I tell you?” He asked, crossing his arms. “I told you to be good, and you
haven’t been once. And do you know what bad boys get?” He asked sternly,
walking closer to Louis glaring at him as he moved his lips to Louis’ ears.
“M’gunna make you come so many times it’ll be damn painful. Now lets go, you
don’t get to say goodbye to our friends.” He said, with a shake of his head.
“Bad boys don’t get to have friends.” He said, leading him to the golf cart. He
made Louis sit before he took it upon himself to dismiss the both of them from
Zayn and Liam.
Once Harry and Louis had gotten home after a quite, tense ride there was
nothing more to say. Louis’ head was hung in shame while Harry pulled on his
arm to the bedroom. He forced Louis onto the bed, “Get undressed,” He said
flatly, waiting for Louis to comply. He watched Louis slowly taking his clothes
off, trying to put a show on for Harry- to lighten his punishment. “Hurry up I
haven’t got all day,” his voice snapped, it was cold and hard, and it sent
shiver up Louis’ spine. He nodded, quickly taking off his clothes in record
speed, cursing his decision to be so stupid. He walked over to Harry, looking
up at him with wide blue, pleading eyes. “Daddy please, I’m sor-” He was cut
off by a sharp slap to his ass cheek. He felt it sting, mouth hanging open.
“Shut up,” Harry growled furiously. “Sluts like you don’t get to say sorry.” He
spat at Louis, pushing him onto the bed. Harry looked at Louis, as if deciding
how to go about his punishment. “You’re going to cum four times.” He said
without another thought, knowing that it didn’t sound humanly possible, but
Louis deserved it and that’s what he was going to get. “You’re going to cum
once with this butt plug, once with a little surprise I have, another with my
tongue, and then one with my cock.” He said, walking to the closet and pulling
out a scarf. He walked back, snapping the material in front of Louis’ face.
“Open your mouth,” He demanded, eyes locked on Louis’ lips, watching them part.
He leaned down, shoving the material between his lips. “You don’t get to make a
sound, I don’t whining or anything. And you don’t get to touch yourself. At
all. Got it?” He asked, leaving a small gap for tug. He rolled Louis’ limp
over, looking over his small quivering form. Louis looked powerless and Harry
felt in command, and he loved it more than anything. He loved knowing that
Louis was at the mercy of Harry’s decisions, forced to comply. Their sex, it
was consensual, and they had their safe word- lamb pie- and there was nothing
really dangerous or too life threatening, Harry knew his limits. He put his
hand on the small of Louis’ back, pushing all of his weight onto the smaller
man. He knew he must have been heavy, but this wasn’t supposed to be entirely
pleasurable for him, how would Louis learn his lesson. You do not disobey your
dom. Bad boys get bad boy punishment. He reached down, taking the glass base of
the plug, running his fingers over it. “This thing has caused you a lot of
problems hasn’t it?” He asked rhetorically, shoving it back further into Louis’
angry red entrance. He pulled it out slightly. “Made you be a bad bad boy,” He
muttered before slamming it right back into the boy. “So naughty,” He growled,
pushing it back into Louis. He lifted slightly, flipping Louis back around. “No
I want to see you take your punishment for now.” He said with a sneer. He
pulled out further, than before, fingers running over the slick glass with a
grin that could only be defined as pure greed. He pushed further into Louis
before, rubbing the glass tip against Louis’ swollen prostate. Harry could hear
Louis’ moans quietly through the material, causing him to grip Louis’ ass
again, tight enough that the skin was already turning a deep red under his
strength. “No moans.” He ordered, satisfied when Louis’ voice was no longer
present in their room. He looked over Louis’ body, the way his ass curved
willingly under Harry’s mercy, asking for it, begging for his punishment to be
over soon.
Harry knew that Louis was sorry for what he did, but to let the boy off easy
was weakness. To let Lou off would cause and pulling with a new found energy,
pounding the toy into Louis’ ass. Harry stood, tightening the material in
Louis’ mouth with one hand. “Not a word,” He hissed, his bicep aching with the
sheer force he was using. Louis was full on crying now due to the effort it put
into not making a sound. He was gasping and gagging against the material buried
into his mouth, trying his best to handle the situation. He was a bad boy, this
is what happens to bad boys. Harry nodded, “Come,” He commanded, and Louis did,
the white liquid seeped onto his stomach, pooling near and around his belly
button. Harry pulled the toy out. him to test the limits, to test how many ‘I’m
sorry’s’ it would take to get off of a punishment and Harry wouldn’t have it.
He had to be strict, he had to make sure Louis knew his place, knew who was the
boss, who his daddy was. Harry leaned down, taking the base of the plug back
into his hand, twisting it with a flick of his wrist, causing Louis’ back to
arch higher and higher with each turn. “Down,” He demanded, pushing Louis down
by his stomach. He looked at Louis, watching a small tear slip down his bright
red cheeks. Harry stood, tossing the toy off to the side. Harry laid down,
brushing the hair from Louis’ face with a slow nod. He kissed Louis’ temple.
“Lets go,” He whispered, “Take a few deep breaths,” He murmured, loosening the
material of the scarf.
He let Louis relax for a few moments as he walked into his closet where he kept
his ‘surprise’. A few moments later, Harry appeared with a 10 inch vibrant
purple vibrator. He ran his fingers over the ridges, kneeling before Louis. He
spread Louis’ legs, his muscular thighs still shaking from his previous orgasm.
Harry reached over, coating the toy in a thin layer of lubricant. He lifted
Louis’ legs, nudging the tip in as if testing how Louis reacted. Louis had
tried to clench around it, his tired muscles working with Louis as he tried to
do his best for Harry, who actually pulled the toy out. He reached down,
working Louis’ cock to make it hard once more. “You little slut,” He purred, “I
can see how bad you want it,” He grinned, “Tight little ass just begging for
the big vibrator aren’t you.” He whispered quickly.
Louis was nodding frantically, the desire to please all to high of a priority
to him right now. He needed to show Harry how much he wanted this, how much he
knew how he deserved this punishment. He was going to show Harry how much he
understood that being a good boy was important, that this was only going to
happen once. He was going to show Harry how sorry he was, even if that meant
bleeding for it. He was going to feel how it was to be a bad boy, and he was
going to learn why it was better to be good. Harry had been so good to him, and
this was not the way to repay him. This was not the way to treat your daddy. He
looked up at Harry, eyes wide and full of trust as he felt the tip of the
vibrator enter him once more. It hadn’t been turned on yet, but Louis could
already feel himself edging, so sensitive that everything was intensified,
magnified 10 times over. Louis now had to work harder to keep sounds in, to
take it like the slut he was, like the bad boy he was. His eyes were locked
with Harry, trying to anticipate the next move when, suddenly, the only thing
he was focusing on was not screaming out due to the fact that Harry had shoved
the vibrator so far up that the base was flat against his cheeks. Louis had to
bit so tight on his tongue that he tasted blood. He swallowed, cringing
slightly at the taste.
Harry grinned at Louis’ reaction, and without easing him into it, he turned the
vibrator to the highest setting. Harry, still clothed, stood up as he watched
Louis’ eyes practically roll to the back of his head due to the direct
stimulation. He bit down onto the material between his teeth, keeping his body
expertly still, exercising every muscle of restraint that he had. Harry looked
over him with a satisfied nod, “You like that,” He growled, and Louis only
shook under Harry’s voice. Harry nodded, unzipping himself to take only his
cock out. He worked his hand over it as he watched Louis struggle to keep
everything, try to be good, try to be something he’s not. “Is this what you
wanted?” He asked, his voice dark and serious as he licked over his parted his
lips. “You wanted all this, that’s why you acted bad. I think I’ve been too
easy on you, you’re not getting enough punishment.” He growled, flipping Louis
around to give him a fresh smack against Louis’ bright red cheek. “I’ve got a
lot in mind for you,” He grinned, turning Louis on his side. He reached down,
gripping the base of Louis’ length to restrict his orgasm. He reached down and
slowly began moving the vibe, bringing it in… then out. In… then out, slowly
building momentum, rubbing it along the sensitive walls. This went on for
almost ten minutes, Harry denying Louis his orgasm while pounding the vibrator
in and out, showing no sympathy. Louis had slipped out once, sobbing and
shouting out loudly, just feeling too overwhelmed. This, however, earned him
another sharp smack. “Shut up,” Harry demanded. That was until Harry got bored
of the vibrator and let go, allowing Louis to coat their sheets in come.
Harry tssked at the sight of the semen, taking Louis by the back of his neck
and forcing it in front of the come. “What is this? Over our silk sheets?” he
asked incredulously. “Lick it up,” He insisted. Louis looked up to him,
wondering if Harry was actually joking, and when he saw Harry was serious, he
nodded, lowering his face to the sheets. Harry moved the scarf off, letting it
hand around his boyfriend’s neck, Louis’ licks were short and quickly, lapping
up the sticky remains of Louis’ orgasm. He pulled back when there was no more,
cheeks and lips covered in come. Harry pulled Louis up quickly, lips resting
against his as he licked up the remaining semen from his lips. He let Louis sit
for a moment, let him relax as he cleaned off the vibrator and put it away.
By the time Harry was back, Louis was curled into a little ball, taking deep
breaths to calm his breath. Harry watched him in this state, smirking as he
walked over with a warm and wet towel. He knelt down and began to clean the
excess lube from around Louis’ entranced. He smiled softly, kissing the inside
of Louis’ thigh to show that he still cared, Harry wasn’t heartless, he was
just strict. He then looked up at Louis who’s full attention was the man
between his legs now. He reached up tightening the scarf back around Louis’
mouth before flipping him around so he was ass up. He used his hands, spreading
the cheeks apart quickly.
Harry bent down, pointing his tongue against Louis’ hole. He traced his tongue
around the rim, licking around and over the hole, slicking it up with ease. He
pulled away for air, blowing softly on the wet hole just to see Louis shiver,
to watch the way his spine twisted against the change in temperature. Harry
grinned before burying his face between his cheeks, shoving his tongue in. The
faint taste of lube was sticking to Harry’s tongue as he licked up along the
wall, he felt along the walls, slow and careful at first. He felt the way
Louis’ body jolted forward with every movement, too sensitive to concentrate on
anything but staying quiet and the fact that Louis was making obscene slurping
noises. He clamed down on the wet cloth in his mouth, holding in little moans.
His body was now slick with sweat, waiting for the relief of an orgasm. An
orgasm meant only one more time, meant that his punishment was almost over.
Louis swallowed thickly, arching at the touch of Harry’s tongue against his
gland. His eyes shut tight as he practiced breathing, that was until Harry
started to flick his tongue against it. Harry had his tongue moving up and down
so fast that it ached, that he was sure that he was going to go numb in a few
seconds, but he continued anyway. This time though, Harry lifted one of his
fingers, quickly slipping it in with ease. Before long, Harry was three fingers
deep as well and Louis was edging on another orgasm. Harry pulled back,
slipping his tongue out of Louis’ bottom. He reached up, grabbing the back of
the scarf, pulling it back as he started to fuck his fingers up. Louis’ back
was beginning to arch further and further against the pull of the scarf,
Harry’s fingers long and skilled as he moved inside Louis. It didn’t take Harry
long to press against Louis’ prostate, pressing against it, adding more and
more pressure, three fingers just pushing relentlessly against Louis, causing
such an overwhelming amount of pleasure that before Harry could do anything
about it, Louis was coming. Silent and still he couldn’t help the tears that
began flowing for the third time that night. He needed to moan, needed to
scream to let out built up tension, and he didn’t know if he could do this
again. In all honesty, Louis wasn’t sure he could come again, this last time
made his balls ache and that couldn’t be normal. (Well, coming three times in a
row wasn’t entirely normal either, but his balls hurt and that wasn’t very
normal)
Harry was ready now, ready to finish punishing Louis, because he was sure the
boy knew, now, where his error was and finally understood the severity of his
actions. Harry again cleaned the inside of Louis’ thighs, wiping off the saliva
that was dripping out of him at that moment. “Shh Lou,” He mumbled, eyebrows
furrowed in concentration. He stood up, dragging Louis with him. He watched the
way Louis’ legs struggled to support his weight, struggled to stop making his
body sway with uncertainty. Harry knew Louis was in only half conscious, and it
made sense considering that he was almost fucked into oblivion that night.
“Just one more,” Harry promised, pushing Louis’ front against the wall. “Spread
it. Now.” He ordered, kicking the sides of Louis’ ankles for good measure. He
used just a quarter sized amount of lube, spreading it his cock. “You only come
when I’m done? Got it?” He growled from behind him, sliding his length between
Louis’ cheeks. He brought his wet tip around Louis’ rim, watching him twitch
with anticipation. “So hungry for my cock, want it so bad, you’re going to make
daddy happy right?” He asked, pushing the tip in as Louis nodded, forehead
against the wall. Harry took that as his signal to push, slowly pushing further
in until he was halfway. He moved his hands to Louis’ hips, sucking softly on
his shoulder. “Fuck, so hot. My little slut, my pretty little slut,” he
breathed, brushing back Louis’ hair. He waited for a minute, making the
anticipation grow hotter and heavier in the room. Harry began kissing to the
back of Louis’ neck. And again, without warning, Harry snapped all the way
forward. His hips were pressed flat against the curve of Louis’ ass. He moved
in small circles now, not really giving Louis much time to adjust to Harry’s
size. Harry’s moves then almost became tyrannical, sharp and quick and slow and
hard, no clear pattern to Harry’s movements. Harry just kept going, kept
fucking Louis, making him so weak that Harry was holding Louis up by his
armpits towards the end.
Harry came soon after he began holding Louis up, filling the boy’s ass up with
a loud, thunderous moan of the boy’s name. He pulled out soon after, walking to
the bed. “Finger yourself the rest of the way and let me watch, no touching
your cock.” He reminded, laying back on the bed to watch Louis finish his
little show.
After Louis had finished, he was a shaking mess, barely able to walk to their
bed that was only a meter away. Louis looked up at Harry, who was looking at
him expectantly. “You can apologize now,” Harry said simply, opening his arm
for the man. Louis fell into them immediately, finding himself crying into
Harry’s chest about how sorry he was. “I’m sorry,” He sobbed, “I didn’t mean
to, I’m sorry I upset you daddy, I was a bad boy, I’m so sorry, please forgive
me,” He begged. Harry only put up his hand to hush Louis, “Shh, kitten.” He
breathed. “Its okay. You were punished and you are forgiven. It was only the
first time, but its also going to be the last.” Harry said quietly, tipping
Louis’ head to kiss his lips with a gentle smile. “Don’t be sad anymore my
love, lets go to bed, its been a long bed and I’m sure you’re tired.” He cooed
quietly, laying them both down to bed.
“I love you,” Louis whispered
“I love you more.” Harry answered
~~~~~~~~~~~
“Yes, but you seem to fail to realize that I don’t give a flying fuck!” Harry’s
voice boomed from his office. “Last season we had Maroon, this year we will do
all in our power to avoid Maroon. I designed the clothes and I designed the
gown in cobalt blue for a reason and its staying that color. Tell Vera to shove
it up her ass because I’m not redesigning my whole collection for her. Each
item going down that runway in a week from today has a touch of cobalt blue
with the gown as the crowning jewel. I will not change a damn thing for that
mousy bitch. Got it? Now you fix it or you’re all fired. We’ll reconvene in
half an hour I need my lunch,” He demanded, hitting the ‘end’ button on the
group skype call. “Louis!” He called.
Louis hurried in the room with a tray of both their food. He placed it on
Harry’s desk before pulling up a small chair. “Going well?” He asked hopefully,
only to be met with a shake of Harry’s head. “They’re basically asking me to
remake my whole line so that its not too similar to Vera’s line. First of all,
our show is in a week, hers is in two so she can redesign hers because My show
is more important. Who runs the fashion industry, I do. The only reason she’s
even somewhat of a somebody is because she was around before I was. Because
she’s older than me. Whatever! She can still suck my left nut because my show
is and always will be more important. I set trends, I change the industry by
just stepping out of my house. And I will not be ruined by a has been. I swear
to God if murder wasn’t illegal I would have hired a hitman before this meeting
even started!” He ranted, eating his sandwich with a loud groan.
Louis looked at him with eyebrows raised, he had never seen Harry this way. He
was so frustrated and angry and it was oddly cute. The way Harry’s nose
wrinkled and muscles tensed, it was just adorable in all honesty. Louis had
moved closer, rubbing Harry’s thigh. “Shh babe, you’re getting all stressed,”
He warned, massaging his leg. “Now, go in there, and you demand that she change
her designs. I’m sure yours are better than hers. And that gown, oh god I wish
that I could wear it, that’s how beautiful it is.” He smiled, “You did a great
job, don’t let her spoil your work. And sweetie? I was out shopping last
season, and her line looked like something you pick up at Walmart. Don’t worry,
you’ll destroy her.” He promised, causing Harry to grin. “I know kitten,” He
mumbled, “Its just stressful because she does have good attorneys and they
could put up a fight I’m just so angry.” He explained.
Louis nodded as he looked at the screen, that had just held the intense
meeting. He bit his lip, just assuming that everything was over. He ran his
hand over Harry’s chest. “Is there any way I can help you daddy?” He grinned,
putting the tray to the side. “Just to make everything a bit easier?” He asked,
kissing over his shoulder.
Harry sighed, pushing Louis off of his lap, looking up at him from his leather
chair. “On your knees,” He ordered, turning on the wheels so that Louis was
directly in front of Harry. He began unbuttoning his pants, just enough to get
his cock out. Louis seemed to pick up what was going on by then, so he dropped,
small hand wrapping around Harry’s semi, working it with his hands to get Harry
hard. Soon enough, Harry was completely hard, and Louis was taking the head in
his mouth. Slowly, Louis licked around- almost experimentally, little kitten
licks around and down. He flicked his tongue, pointing it as he traced down a
vein, letting his eyes close. He licking at Harry’s base, tongue moving quickly
as he pleasured his boyfriend. He ran his hands up Harry’s length, looking up
at Harry’s closed eyes and parted lips. He looked like pure perfection and
Louis prided himself to know that it had a little bit to do with him. He was
the one that was putting that look on Harry’s face, nobody else. Louis moved
up, taking Harry’s cock a bit more, the head almost hitting the back of his
throat. He moved back, resorting to using his hand to stimulate the part of
Harry’s length that he couldn’t reach.
Louis was about to go further when he heard a familiar ringing, followed by
Harry pushing him off. “Under my desk,” He hissed over the ringing, hurrying
Louis under the glass top desk. “I have to get back to my meeting but you’re
not allowed to stop. I don’t want you to make a sound, don’t fuck this up for
me,” He whispered, waiting for Louis’ lips to reach him again before clicking
the answer button. “Mr. Styles!” A voice demanded immediately. “Vera, she’s
stuck on her colors, how would you like us to proceed?” One woman asked. Harry
had only groaned slightly when Louis licked along his sensitive spot, but he
could pass it off as one of frustration. “Well I am telling you right now. I am
not changing a thing. I will release my line in the color I choose and my line
is first. If she wants to look like an idiot, and bring out her line in a color
two shades off from mine, that’s up to her. I don’t care, I’m going to release
my line. And if I am asked I’m telling the press. Not any of that coincidence
shit, she knows exactly what color I’m using and it’ll be her that looks ba-d,
her m-move,” Harry managed to say, his voice strained. He moved, reaching down
for Louis’, taking a handful of his soft hair and tugging downwards. “Got it?
You tell her that and see what she says. Tell her I’m not budging on my
opinion.” He continued as he spread his legs just a bit more. He reached down,
grabbing a fist full Louis’ hair and yanking him closer. Harry’s face, though,
must have faltered or changed because before he could start a new sentence, one
of his team members sat up. “Are you alright? We’re trying Mr. Styles, we are,
but we’re trying to avoid confrontation as it would be bad publicity!” He
explained. Harry nodded, “I’m fine and bad publicity or not, I always get what
I want,” He reminded. “I wanted a company, I made it, I wanted a hot boyfriend,
and have you seen whom I’m seen with? I wanted a mansion, I have a mansion, If
I wanted the fucking country of Ghana I would have it in the palm of my hand in
seconds. Do you hear me, now there is no more discussion on this topic okay?
And I expect an article wherever explaining this whole situation in a light
that will victimize me and the ones that I love. I slaved over these damn
designs, I bled over them, I sweated over them, and then she comes with her
whole team and attacks me, I don’t care what you say but make her seem at f-
fault. I will ruin her. When I am done with her nobody will remember her name.”
He said with a groan.
Louis groaned quietly, doing his best to avoid making the usual choking sounds.
He moved down on Harry’s length, taking more and more into his mouth as the
meeting went on. Harry was angry, and Harry was rough when he was angry. This
explained the faint and familiar ache in the roots of his head, the tug at his
hair was all too familiar, and was why Louis never really cut his hair too
short. He had moved his hand up to cup Harry’s balls, rolling them in the palm
of his hand to stimulate Harry in any possible way. Louis was still working on
Harry by the time the meeting was finished, throat just aching when he hit the
end button.
“So good for daddy,” He whispered, using the fist full of Louis’ hair to guide
him down on his cock. Harry took sharp, shuddering breaths with each tickle of
pleasure. They continued like this until Harry came, Harry guiding and fucking
into Louis’ mouth. He was shaking slightly after the orgasm, but was still able
to help Louis out from under the glass with a shaky laugh. He had pulled Louis
onto his lap, brushing back Louis’ hair with a kiss to his come stained lips.
He swiped up the cum that was at the corners of his mouth, using his thumb to
slip it back into Louis’ mouth with a nod. “My little princess, so beautiful.”
he breathed, kissing his temple in satisfaction. “Knows just how to make his
daddy happy,” He praised, lifting Louis up.
“On a serious note, I’m sorry you had to see my yell baby, they weren’t nice
people,” He mumbled, walking into the wide hallway outside his office. He
walked, the heel of his boots making soft clicking noises as he walked the
familiar path down to their shared bedroom. He moved, setting Louis down on the
bed with a slow smile. He moved in next to the boy, pulling the thick bed
curtains shut. “How are you doing kitten?” He asked, laying back down next to
him. He laid against fluffy sheets, pulling Louis close for a cuddle. “Are you
alright?” He asked, slowly running his fingers through Louis’ soft and silky
hair. He played with the ends, curling them through his fingers, using his
other hand to trace up Louis’ spine. See, what Harry said was true. He did get
what he wanted, and Louis was what he wanted. He didn’t want just a fuck, no
that wasn’t what this was about, this was about something more. Louis wasn’t
just a slave, and Harry wasn’t only a sugar daddy. Harry loved Louis and Louis
loved Harry, they just had a unique way of showing it.
It was moments like these that Louis loved most, the slow touches and
relaxation. Where Harry wasn’t so strict and actually cared for a cuddled.
Louis nodded slowly, nuzzling against Harry’s shoulder. “Harry?” He asked
softly, moving to press a soft kiss to Harry’s bottom lip. “Do you see a future
with me?” He asked timidly, reaching to hold Harry’s hand. “Like, Us.” He asked
hopefully, nuzzling Harry’s collar.
The man only nodded with a soft chuckle. “Baby do you really think that after
all this time? After everything that we’ve been through that I wouldn’t want to
be with you? Princess I take you everywhere, buy you anything, love you
endlessly, I mean of course I see a future. With babies and a wedding and ols
rocking chairs and all of that, but right now I’m just not ready for that and
you have to understand that I’m at the height of my career and I’m not willing
to give things up- what we have right now, I can’t take a break, so you’ll just
have to wait,” He explained, pulling away so that he could gage Louis’
reaction.
He was disappointed of course, he wanted to settle down now, to claim Harry as
his. He wanted to wear his ring proudly, to show it off even, but he had to
respect that Harry wasn’t ready. Hell, was he even ready? He was barely legal
for fucks sake, but what else were you supposed to do when everything in your
life was just so… right. Louis didn’t want to think about what ifs, what if
Harry backed out and that’s why he didn’t want to be married, what if Harry
decided that he didn’t want to get married ever? What if Louis never had kids?
He was just afraid of losing time, afraid of wasting his time. Well maybe
wasting his time was not the right words, it was just that he didn’t plan on
spending his whole life unmarried and childless. Call Louis old fashioned, but
he wanted the typical family. He wanted kids and he wanted to be married and he
wanted a husband to care for. Now, its not that Louis thought that he wasn’t
good enough for a job and that he had to be dependent on Harry, he just never
liked working, never liked the idea of the 9 to 5, no Louis wasn’t that person.
But, Harry was, and that’s all that mattered.
“Okay,” He sighed quietly, “I can handle that,” He promised Harry.
And he could.
~~~~~~
Harry’s show went as planned, he sent his designs in their chosen color all
with a smug look on his face. Although invited- out of spite, of course- Vera
didn’t come. Harry wore a smug the whole time, and even gave a speech that had
so much shade written between the lines that Louis nearly died. He watched as
Harry stood at the end of the catwalk, sending Louis a little wink as he spoke.
“ I want to thank everybody that has come today, you have helped make this one
of my proudest line. I would also like to thank everybody that chose not to
come. You motivate me. If you ask my team, they’ll tell you that this- the
show, isn’t the most difficult part of what I do, they’ll tell you that it
those who try to bring my company down. People come and go, but I have had my
team since the beginning, they knew from the beginning that this would be a
successful business, and without their dedication it would have been loads of
times harder for me. Countless sleepless nights were spent with me complaining
about colors and all, but they know me and they know that I do not, by any
means, take no for an answer.” He said, sending off a wink to the camera before
turning to walk off the stage.
Louis only shook his head, he knew what Harry meant, and he knew that he
probably just confused a hell of a lot of people. So, as soon as everybody was
getting up to go, Louis hurried to the back to find Harry popping a wine bottle
with the models posing for a group picture.
Louis stood off to the side, waiting for everything to settle down and for
Harry to be released of his obligations. “Somebody find Louis for me,” Harry’s
voice called as he walked over to one of the racks, looking for his jacket. He
pulled it off, “Tell him I have reservations, sorry loves I’m not going to the
after party,” He said, winking towards one of the models with an obvious pout.
He spun around to find Louis standing there with a smile, “Hi, you put on a
nice show Styles,” he chuckled, moving to wrap his arms around Harry. “And I
have to admit, that was some speech, do you think you’re going to be in
trouble?” He asked quietly, straightening Harry’s tie.
Harry rolled his eyes, “Baby you know who I am, I don’t get in trouble.” He
whispered, nipping at Louis’ ear. “If anybody gets in trouble, its you most of
the time princess,” he said with a laugh, kissing down to his lips. Louis shook
his head as he moved to Harry’s lips. “I’m a naughty boy daddy,” He whispered
before pulling away to look up at Harry with a smirk.
Harry shook his head, “Oh no, I don’t want any of that tonight. I’m thinking of
inviting people over tonight, a pool party I’m thinking. Are you going to wear
your bathing suit? The one I like?” He asked, with a smirk. Louis agreed,
“Yeah… Whatever you want.” He assured, tugging his hand. “What did I hear about
a reservation?” He asked with a hopeful smile.
Harry nodded, “Dinner at Russo’s my love?”
~~~~~~
Dinner went well as usual, Harry treated Louis to a three course meal, and
Louis treated him to a thank you blow job in the back of the limo. When they
got to the house Louis noticed that people were already there… in the back of
their house. He looked at Harry, worry set in his face when he watched Harry
climb out. “Come on, I want you to go change.” He ordered, “I’m going to be
down at the bar by the pool serving drinks, don’t leave me waiting princess.”
He smiled, hurrying out to their backyard to really get the party started.
Louis’ “bathing suit” was what looked like a bikini bottom with a tiny skirt
around the waist, the ‘skirt’ was only really two inches, but the end had a few
crystals and it was honestly adorable. Harry had made it for him, and Louis
loved it. Harry loved it. It was honestly a win win situation. Louis came out a
few minutes later, carefully locking the inside of their house so nobody could
come inside besides them. He walked out, moving towards the bar where Harry was
sitting on a stool. He knew what he had to do, he had to play the part, he had
to be the arm candy and the sexy little thing on Harry’s arm. Louis didn’t
mind, because he knew what he was getting tonight. He knew what to do. He moved
to Harry’s lap, taking his boyfriend’s drink while he spoke to a somebody Louis
felt was familiar, but couldn’t put a name to her face about working together
on next seasons line. He took small sips, just waiting for Harry to finish
talking.
“Baby?” Harry asked, sliding Louis off of his lap. “Lets go to the hot tub.” He
urged, tugging him along through the thick crowd of people. This wasn’t
anything new, when Harry threw parties a small mob always formed. He brought
Louis, sitting them down on the Jacuzzi’s bench. Well, Harry sat, but Louis was
on his lap as Harry spoke and socialized. Louis chose to stay to himself,
easily getting lost in his thoughts. So, it was definitely a shock when he felt
Harry’s hand slide down his bottoms and to his entrance in a matter of seconds.
He gasped quietly, hiding his face and… well you know how it goes…
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