larry smut

everything - 1/4

Prepare yourself.

Get dressed.

I'll pick you up here.

Harry's dick twitches in his pants. Will Louis make him go somewhere dressed like this...? Louis will probably lead him, holding the chain to his collar. And Harry will have to crawl behind him. Oh fuck. He doesn't reach in his pants just because he knows Louis wouldn't want that and because if he would cum now, there would be nothing to play this game with, even though Harry could probably get hard instantly again from all of this. Harry gets up, basically rips his clothes off and rushes into the shower. Louis likes him clean and shaven, pretty and smelling nice. Obedient. Docile. Submissive.

There is nothing more important to Harry than to make Louis happy and to be absolutely down and helpless to Louis' will – especially when it includes laces, corsets and collars.

***

Louis bites his lips. He's smartly dressed, black suit and long black coat, quite similar to that one Sherlock Holmes was wearing (in the british series). He shoots himself one last look in the mirror and smiles seductively. Good. He's toying with a Rimmel red lipstick in his hand as he looks at the watches on his wrist. Harry usually needs about an hour to prepare himself. It's been hour and half. About time.

He looks around this hotel room, makes sure everything is prepared and leaves for his and Harry's room. He opens their room with a keycard, the door clicks and there is a wave of goosebumps that runs down Louis' spine. This is it, the reason Louis has got wet dreams (and had one, tonight). The view he is offered shoots a streak of delighting warm under his ribcage, flows down over his stomach and intestines just to end up somewhere down inside of him, somewhere around his prostate or maybe the inside of his cock or somewhere between that. Harry is sitting on the white fluffy carpet just like a kitten does. Black and red thongs are so small Harry's throbbing dick is peaking above the laced edge. And also his balls, each on the side of one single lace of the female piece of clothing. And the black corset is just fucking gorgeous. Collar is obviously tight around Harry's throat, but Louis can see the fastening is optional and if Harry wants, it could be slackened, so he doesn't worry. Harry knows his safeword. Chain tapped to the collar is probably cold on Harry's tights.

Louis stays in his role when Harry looks up. „Mine."

Louis takes the chain and slightly pulls towards himself. Harry is forced to lean closer to him as he is presented the red lipstick in Louis' hand. Harry doesn't dare to move, but Louis can feel the heat of his body and he recognizes the desire in his eyes. Harry wants the lipstick. He wants it so bad. Louis holds his chin and applies the lipstick perfectly. He's not doing this for the first time now, is he. Louis pulls the chain again and Harry crawls behind his dom obediently. It's cold in the corridor, Louis walks firmly but not too quickly. Harry crawls behind him and his dick is rock hard. Louis is silent and Harry remains speacheless. He's still shaking a bit. They haven't roleplayed in a long time because of the rush of their lives and tour and also Louis recent submissivity. Harry is basically squirming with happiness and love and gratitude towards his lover. Louis can feel it.

Harry knows there are security cameras above the stairway. Louis wouldn't let him crawl onto the cold and dirty floor of a lift, he stays on the luxed carpet. So the camera will catch them. Harry is shaking with pleasure. They take the stairs. Harry is thinking about the security currently looking at them via camera on the 12th floor. Harry is falling into his subspace right now in the corridors of the 13th floor without Louis even actually starting this roleplay.

Louis opens the door right opposite the stairway. There are a lot of doors, Harry observes. With people behind those doors, probably. The walls between the rooms aren't perhaps thick enough. Will the other guests on this floor be able to hear them? Because Harry is loud, especially if Louis wants him to be. Harry holds back a moan and enters the room when his dom pulls the chain. The room is mostly dark. Red curtains and white carpet. There are several candles on both nightstands, on the shelf and on the table. The bedsheets are black velvet.

„Stay," Louis says quietly.

Harry knees on the carpet and looks up. Louis pats his curls, gently first, lovingly, but then he reaches to the back of his head and grips his hair firmly. He doesn't pull yet, he just holds his head closer to his lap with Harry's chin up so he can look in Louis' eyes.

„I've read you've spent some time with your american friends," Louis says, voice deep and cheekbones almost dangerously prominent.

Harry tries to hold back another strangled sound but fails mostly. He loves possessive Louis.

„And you had such a great time with them."

He says that with a straight face, his look dark and his voice deep, Harry forgets this is a roleplay and believes every word Louis says.

„But you know what, Harry? Do you?"

Harry doesn't move, doesn't speak. He wasn't given permission to.

Louis pulls his hair just now, firmly and hard, Harry yelps and Louis leans a few inches above him. His tongue slips in between Harry's lips and teeths, strokes his palate and meets Harry's tongue. Free hand grabs the chain from Harry's collar. Harry keens a bit and Louis growls in answer – it's a sound from the back of his throat and Harry never really understood how Louis does that. But it's dark, possessive and so, so hot, Harry melts into another deep kiss before Louis breaks it.

„You are mine, Harry. Mine."

Harry nods obediently, green iris dark and uneasy to focus, high on Louis' obsessive behavior and his smell and his hand gripping his curls. His breathing speeds and lips get wetter. Harry wants so much more. He wants this roleplay. He wants everything Louis is willing to give him. He's needed it for a long time but Louis seemed like he wasn't in the mood. And Harry didn't want to be a burden to his lover.

„Who do you belong to, Harry," Louis asks slowly while looking deeply into Harry's eyes.

„You," Harry breathes out. „I belong... I Belong to you."

„That's right," Louis hand lets go of his lover's hair and pats them gently again. „Such a good boy, Harry. Good boy you are."

Louis can feel somehow his boyfriend is falling into the subspace. So little time, Harry being the top in their sex life recently and also stress of both their job and personal lives are doing their thing and Harry needs this so badly. He needs to let go. To give up control completely and just let go. To trust Louis he takes care of him. Louis composes himself, breathing in deeply he maintains balance between his top subspace and his actual self.

„Who am I?" he asks. "Use words."

„You are... you are Louis. You are my dom," Harry answers, voice higher than usual, more innocent, almost childish like.

„Do you know what your safeword is?" Louis' voice is gentler now. He needs to make sure Harry in his subspace knows two things. That he is safe with his dom, Louis, and what his safeword is.

„Yes."

„Do you know when to use it?" another pat on Harry's hair. "Use your words, Harry."

„When... when I don't like something... or I'm not sure."

„Lovely Harry is a really good boy," Louis praises him.

He straightens up and his face lights up. He has got a really good idea.

„What would such a good boy do for me?" he asks pompously.

Harry's eyes widen, the shadows in them are playing with the candle lights, long eyelashes seem to be even longer in this light – he needs to nictate, but he's afraid if he does so, Louis will fade away. Oh, heaven pardon him, but there isn't a bigger fear than that Louis leaves him. "Use words, Harry."

„Everything," is the only word that slips between his red lips.

Louis smirks a bit: „Show me, slut."