Hands On Learning

12. without permission

He wriggled a little to make sure that it would stay still, before moving his hand back to grab his cock that had softened a bit. He started to tug his length, twisting his wrist every now and again. He closed his eyes and pretended it was Mr. Styles filling him up, he had just pressed into him slowly, hands holding his hips still so he could fuck into him deeply just like Louis loved.

It was full, but not nearly as thick or long as Mr. Styles' cock that always touched and pressed all the right places when he fucked him. He experimentally clenched around it and gasped, biting his lip from the surge of pleasure as the toy hit his prostate. He relaxed and did it again a few more times, continuing to jerk himself off in quick, tight motions.

After another few minutes he let out a long, exasperated moan. This was like pure torture. It's almost like once you've had filet mignon, a fast food burger just doesn't taste as good as you used to think it did. He slowly pulled the plug out so he could flip over onto his back. Time to try a little harder. He spread his legs out across his bed and closed his eyes, imagining it was Mr. Styles pushing his legs apart and down onto his bed.

"Please fuck me daddy," he whispered just loudly enough that he could hear himself, as he pressed the toy back inside a little quicker now that he was opened up some. He angled it just the way his daddy would tilt his narrow hips to fuck into his prostate and pressed his lips together forcefully, turning what would have been a pleasured shout into a low hum. He started to thrust it in and out of himself, trying to do it just the way Mr. Styles would, slowly at first.

He grabbed his cock again and lazily jerked his hand over himself, more of an afterthought as he focused on fucking back onto his toy. It wasn't as big as his daddy, but it would have to do. His muscles, already tired from running and working out yesterday, were starting to ache uncomfortably from having been tensed and contracted too many times now as he reacted to the pleasure this whole time.

Tiny whimpers and whines fell from his mouth against his will and he was going to shove it further inside when he remembered his daddy's warning that he could get hurt if he wasn't careful. He clenched around it, shuddering from the jolt of electric pleasure that surged throughout his entire overheated and overwhelmed body.

It was Mr. Styles' full, red lips sucking him down, he told himself. It was Mr. Styles' thick cock punishing him, whispering filthy things to him, asking how good it feels. He grabbed the rest of the lube and carelessly poured it on his cock, letting it drip down his length and grasped it again, his fist sliding over himself so much more smoothly now. Different from the rough friction he usually (well used to) enjoy, he could pretend he was getting another amazing blowjob from Mr. Styles.

There were quiet and steady sounds now from all the moisture and lube he had inside himself and on himself, and it just turned him on even more, he felt so dirty. He fucked back on toy and turned his head to the side to bite at his pillow, so close now. It was Mr. Styles asking, 'right there?' When he relentlessly pressed into his prostate and ground his hips down into it. And this time, he was allowed to do it, allowed to move on his own and buck his hips up when he gave himself a really good thrust.

"Oh, daddy, fuck, fuck, fuck," he started constantly whispering as the pressure built up in his lower stomach, making his toes curl. "Fuck me." He pulled his legs up, knees bent, to give himself leverage to push back harder on his toy. He felt the pleasure shoot right into his cock and forgot the toy then, fucking up into his hand and raising his hips off the bed a little, biting a mouthful of his pillow and groaning as he came in hard spurts all over his hand and stomach.

He didn't stop stroking himself until he was dry and whimpering a little from the overstimulation. He sometimes liked to do that to himself, see how far he could push the pleasure before it was too much. Maybe he would tell his daddy about that eventually, but he was afraid that Mr. Styles might not know his body well enough yet to find the perfect balance even if he didn't mean to hurt him.

He let himself lie motionless on his damp sheets, panting hard from the exertion and intense orgasm. His cock ached and was pulsating still from having been jerked for so fucking long, and his entrance felt stretched but at least it didn't hurt. He had been spoiled by Mr. Styles, he decided. Damn him and his beautiful body. Damn him. He just laid there and enjoyed the fuzzy, detached feeling that washed over him from finding his release and sighed. Once he wasn't too sensitive he grabbed tissues and wiped the come off of his stomach and hand, then slowly pulled the toy out.

He forced himself to get up and pad quietly to the bathroom, barely turning the water on and cleaning the plug to get what was left of the lube off. He took another washcloth and went back to his room, this time having a bit more common sense to hide it between his bed and the wall. He got himself up in the morning, he'd be fine to hide it again. He snuggled down into his blankets, sleep coming much more easily this time, body feeling warm and satisfied even though it ached some. Just as he was drifting into the half dream state where thoughts start to become nonsense, he awoke with a start, remembering a very important conversation he had forgotten.

'Is this what you think about when you touch yourself, Louis? Getting bent over your daddy's desk and fucked dirty?'

'I don't touch myself daddy, I don't need to you f-fuck me so good.'

'Good. Take what your daddy gives you and like it.'

He pulled his blanket up to his face and rolled over, chewing his bottom lip nervously as he weighed his options. What if he just didn't tell Mr. Styles he had gotten himself off alone, after being specifically told not to? He wouldn't find out right? There was no way. He would keep it to himself and just be a good boy tomorrow night and please his daddy however he was asked to, and hopefully be well fucked too.

What Louis didn't know, was that if his daddy went anywhere near his entrance tomorrow, he would know Louis had broken his rule of only taking what he's given and liking it. Because good boys aren't already opened up nicely from using their toys without permission.