https://archiveofourown.org/works/30365292
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It's a quiet morning as Harry eats his cereal, thinking about the things he brought up two weeks ago while in bed. He can't see why Louis would say no, so there is no harm in asking.
"I want to try it," Harry says, spoon hovering over his bowl. He's been researching what he wants to try for a while now, and the idea of it becomes more intriguing by the day.
Louis sits across from Harry at their breakfast table, flipping through the mail. He hums and pushes his glasses up his nose. "Try what?" He asks, reading a letter as he blindly reaches for his mug of tea.
Harry chews his cereal slowly as he stirs his spoon around in the bowl. He replies to Louis once he swallows, keeping his gaze on the milk that's quickly turning chocolatey, swirling in the pattern he moves his spoon in. "I want you to choke me."
Louis sputters on his hot tea, coughing when it goes down the wrong way, followed by a few curses when he feels some crawling up his nose. Harry looks up, unbothered and as cool as a cucumber with his lips wrapped around his spoon. His eyes meet Louis' and he smiles when Louis raises an eyebrow.
"Oh? When?" Louis asks, seemingly flustered. He reaches for some napkins, wiping himself and the table of tea.
Harry shrugs, poking at the last bit of his breakfast floating in the ceramic, watching as the lone piece of cereal bobs under the milk momentarily. "Tonight?"
Louis puts the mail down on the table, glancing at Harry. He clears his throat, squeezing the dirtied napkins in his fist. His eyes very obviously follow the movement of Harry's tongue collecting a drop of milk off of his bottom lip and Harry watches Louis' throat bob as he swallows. "That's quite sudden, love. I haven't done any research yet."
Smiling, Harry stands toe to toe with Louis, bowl in hand. "Well get to work, Lou," He bends down, cold lips ghosting over the shell of Louis' ear, "I want daddy to take my breath away. Want to feel his fingers mark me up." He straightens himself, nose brushing Louis' sharp cheekbone before spinning on his heels and walking to the kitchen, not missing the hitch in Louis' breath.
Harry can feel Louis watching him walk away. He feels a sudden wave of heat wash over him when he remembers Louis once saying, 'I'm always mesmerised by the sway of your hips' .
When Harry peeks over his shoulder, the grip Louis has around his mug tightens for a moment before letting out a loud, shaky breath. Harry's heart skips a beat. In one gulp Louis finishes the rest of his luke-warm tea and leaves the crumpled paper on the table before rushing off to his office.
Louis has work today, but Harry smiles knowing that Louis will be spending most of his time researching, and he can't help the little dance he does, skirting around their cat with his tummy filled with butterflies as his unbothered demeanor transitions into excitement.
Louis actually does his work - which means that night Harry goes to bed alone and unsatisfied while Louis stays up reading for hours, watching video after video until his eyes refuse to stay open any longer.
The next day Harry follows Louis around like a lost puppy, the question of whether Louis finished some of his research or not on the tip of his tongue, but never finding the right moment to ask.
Louis is clearly trying his best to pretend Harry isn't all but crawling up his bum. He couldn't even have a wee without Harry behind him a minute later with an awful excuse. "I was just wondering where you went," He would say after much hesitation, the initial question still lingering on his tongue.
Currently Louis is watching their cat Minnie roll around in catnip, her black fur covered in little green bits of the dried plant, and he's laughing away. Harry is glaring and Louis seems unaware of the hole he is burning into him, up until he's turning to ask Harry to video their cat's silly shenanigans.
Harry rolls his eyes but opens his camera app anyways, switching to video and hitting play.
Louis shakes his head. "Just ask me, Harry. I know you want to. Why are you embarrassed all of a sudden? You weren't embarrassed when you were asking me to choke you over your bowl of cereal."
Harry's cheeks are tinted pink but not because he's embarrassed. Just the thought of Louis' hands curled around his neck makes him uncomfortably hot, skin flushing instantly. He's not embarrassed to ask Louis either. "I'm not embarrassed, Lou. I just don't want you to feel like I'm rushing you. I can wait."
Louis throws him a look that says 'yeah right' and Harry's eyes go wide. "I can! I just... Want to know how it's going," Harry says. Truthfully he's not sure if he can wait long. He's been so curious.
Louis leans back against the couch, patting his thigh. Harry takes the hint and curls his legs up on the cushions, head in Louis' lap, both forgetting about the video and Minnie pawing at Louis' leg. Louis brushes his fingers through Harry's tangled curls. "I've watched more videos than I think I needed. I've read a bunch of stuff too. Proper techniques, safety tips."
Harry closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Louis' fingers massaging the back of his ear. He hums when Louis finishes talking, an indication that he knows Louis has more to say, and that he can continue.
"I don't think there's much more to learn, but I would like to spend some time making sure I remember everything, and I definitely think we shouldn't do it on a work night. And we have to discuss it before we do anything." He scratches the base of Harry's neck, smiling when Harry all but purrs into his thigh. "Your vacation days are coming up. I might be able to take the days off. Can you wait until then?" Louis asks, finger tracing the shell of Harry's ear.
Harry smirks, lifting his head to rub his cheek dangerously close to Louis' crotch. "Yes, daddy."
Louis swears, fisting Harry's hair. "Christ, Harry. One day you'll be the death of me."
Harry bugs Louis the next few days, asking if he could just try it out a little bit, asking Louis to demonstrate what he's learned. Louis never falls for it, but admits to Harry that the thought of breathplay excites him as well, so if Harry could just be a little more patient, they would both get what they want, and Louis will make sure it is worth the wait.
One night Louis is riding Harry, impaling himself on Harry's cock over and over, supporting his weight with his hands on Harry's chest. "Shit, Louis. You're so tight. I'm close."
"I'm close too, Harry. Don't come yet. Want you to keep fucking me."
Harry smirks. "You know what I want?" He asks, bringing Louis' hands to his throat.
"N-Not now, Haz. Need more time to practice," Louis pants, keeping his hands around Harry's throat with no pressure.
"What, are you practicing on yourself?" Harry asks. Louis gasps and Harry's eyes widen. "You are. "
"No- ah, fuck," Louis moans, bouncing faster. "Not exactly. I am... Using something. And it is on myself. But you'll have to wait and see."
"Intriguing," Harry replies, fucking up into Louis. Louis keeps his hands where they are but they don't squeeze. It's enough for Harry. Being close enough to know what it could potentially feel like is just the perfect teaser.
Another night Harry is reading about safety on the sub's part, making sure he knows what to do when he needs to tell Louis to stop if voicing it isn't an option. It sounds simple for the most part, and Louis knows Harry better than anyone, so Harry isn't too nervous.
Louis looks nervous though when he walks out of his office, rubbing his face with his palm tiredly.
"Long night?" Harry asks.
"Yes I'm sure things will be fine, but this isn't something to take lightly. And you know how you get. You fall into subspace easily. But we will play, I promise."
It looks promising when Louis asks him to talk about it one night over dinner. "You're sure you want to do it?" Louis asks.
"Positive. Do you feel better about it? You know you shouldn't feel pressured, Lou." Harry smiles, poking at a potato.
"Better. I feel confident now. You know the safety rules?"
"Yes, I've read about all the dangers too. And I'm well aware of our colour system. I trust you and I love you. If you're okay, I'm okay."
Louis smiles. "I'm okay."
"Tomorrow?" Harry asks.
"Possibly. Now finish your food."
One of Louis' deadlines is pushed up and things don't go as planned. Their shared vacation is cut short and Harry is less than thrilled. They don't often get days off like this, where they can stay in bed and binge watch telly. Plus, they had something special planned; something Harry has been waiting for, for a long time. Three days after Louis goes back to work, Harry grows restless. He has to go back to work in a few days and it didn't seem like Louis' vacation would resume any time soon, as he hasn't said a word to Harry about it, nor does he look like he wants to talk about it.
It's already boring to spend the day at home, knowing Louis is just behind his office door. Harry still feels alone. He has no one to spend his free time with, so he's left to his thoughts, which include a lot of Louis with his fingers pressed into his throat.
He stands from the couch and heads to their bathroom where Louis is taking his morning shower. Pushing the door open he calls Louis' name, slowly walking inside.
The water shuts off and Louis steps out, wet and naked, and Harry is well and truly suffering. "Hi love," Louis greets him.
"Lou," Harry says weakly, walking up to Louis and resting his head on Louis' shoulder, "you're free after lunch right?"
"I am," Louis pushes him away to wrap a towel around his waist, "and don't ask. I told you last night what would happen if you whined about it. What did I say?"
"That you wouldn't give me what I wanted."
"I'll let you know when I have the time."
"I've waited," Harry took a step towards Louis who stood in front of the mirror, squeezing toothpaste onto his toothbrush. "I've been a good boy," Harry insists.
"Good boys don't beg and pester."
"Daddy," Harry whispers, pressing his lips to Louis' bare shoulder, a few droplets of water transferring to his lips.
"Harry," Louis warns, "you've heard what I said."
"Yes, but-"
Louis' toothbrush falls to the sink and he wraps his hand around Harry's throat, spinning them so that Harry is pressed against the wall. Harry's eyes widen and he instinctively reaches for Louis' arm. The hand around his throat tightens and his cock responds instantly. "What did I fucking say?" Louis asks. Harry is shocked into silence and Louis' fingers squeeze even tighter. "Well this is what you want, isn't it?"
Harry's hips jerk forward into Louis' thigh as he chokes on his moan. "Yes!" He squeaks, watching the droplets running down Louis' jaw.
Louis leans in closer, teeth clenched. "Lose your attitude." His hand is gone before Harry can blink and he stands there, stunned. "I have work to do," Louis says, cleaning his toothbrush off and putting another glob on the bristles, "I'll think about today. I don't think you deserve it, but I do, so maybe we can compromise."
Harry nods, ignoring the pain in his chest when Louis refuses to look at him, furiously scrubbing his teeth and checking his phone. "Louis? I'm sorry," he tries.
"I'm sorry, who? " Louis asks around his toothbrush.
Harry eyes himself in the mirror over Louis' shoulder and swallows, touching his fingertips to the marks on his neck. "I'm sorry, daddy."
Louis doesn't say anything and Harry leaves quietly.
Harry makes lunch for Louis and half an hour later Louis leaves his office, plate in hand. He walks past Harry on the couch and thanks him for the food.
"You're welcome. How's work going?" Harry asks.
"I'm done. Everything is sent out, so you have me for the last few days of your vacation."
Harry's stomach flips with excitement. "Oh? So we can also go to the Christmas Market?!"
Louis laughs, placing his plate in the sink. "If you'd like," Louis replies. Harry is silent, biting his lip and trying not to question Louis again. "And I've decided that we can play tonight."
"Really?" Harry asks excitedly.
"Mhm. I have a surprise for you. I picked it up last week. I'm not sure you deserve it - but then again, maybe you do." Louis walks to Harry and leans down, giving him a short, sweet kiss.
"Is it what you were preparing with?"
"Maybe," Louis shrugs.
"I can't wait."
Louis smirks. "You'll get what you want, baby boy."
"What's my surprise, daddy?" Harry asks before trailing his tongue down the curve of Louis' hip and jerking Louis' cock with one hand.
It's been a couple of hours since Louis mentioned the surprise. They sat and talked it out for a bit, rehashing their previous conversations to make sure they were still on the same page and ready for what was to come. Talking got Harry hot and bothered, and it wasn't too long before he was desperate for Louis to do something.
Louis had dragged him to the bedroom and demanded Harry get on his knees. Harry obeyed, crawling onto the bed between Louis' legs. And here they are, with Harry's tongue tracing Louis' muscles.
"It's not time for that yet," Louis breathes, "I haven't even opened you up yet."
Harry suckles at the head of Louis' cock, tongue teasing the soft skin. "I did it earlier when you were cleaning out the attic."
"Yeah?" Louis moans, thrusting into Harry's fist. "What did you use?"
"The black plug," Harry replies, taking Louis back into his mouth. The black plug was massive and always took Harry a long time to get used to. The widest part was much bigger than Louis - they were both well aware of this. Louis apparently likes the thought.
"You can never wait to have your hole stuffed, can you?" Louis thrusts his hips up and Harry moves his hand off of his cock, rolling Louis' balls as he takes more of Louis down his throat.
He moans around Louis, shaking his head no and reaching a hand back, petting his fingers over his entrance.
"Fuck, baby. You want daddy to fuck you now then?"
Harry looks up at Louis, vision blurry, making an, " mmph, " sound, lips stretched tight around the base of Louis' cock.
Louis fucks his face a few more times, a hand on the back of his head to keep him steady. Harry continues to tease himself, but his fingers never enter, just waiting for Louis to finally fuck him.
"Okay, okay. How do you want it?"
Harry pulls off, leaving Louis' cock shiny with saliva. "Behind, daddy, please," he begs.
"Go on then," Louis tells him. Harry shuffles up the bed next to Louis on his hands and knees. Louis grabs the lube and kneels behind Harry, chuckling. "You like it from behind. Why's that?"
A red tint dusts Harry's cheeks. "Daddy," he whines, embarrassed.
Louis' cold fingers enter Harry, just like Harry knew would happen. Louis always likes to make certain that Harry is ready. They feel nice, and they already begin curling inside of him.
"No whining, princess. Tell me. Is it because you like when daddy breeds you from behind?"
Harry pushes his hips back until Louis' fingers are as deep as they'll go. "Yes daddy, yes!" His cock hangs heavy, steadily leaking onto the bed.
Louis slaps his cheek. "Jesus, princess. You're fucking perfect." He pulls his fingers out and Harry can hear the bottle of lube squirting into Louis' hand.
"Thank you, daddy," Harry gasps, pride blooming in his chest. He waits patiently for Louis, desperate to have Louis deny him of oxygen and make him dizzy.
Louis rubs his cock between Harry's cheeks, teasing the tight muscle that clenches, hungry for Louis' warmth. Louis only goes as far as his head though, moving in and out slowly. He doesn't hit that spot inside of Harry, just continuously stretches him open just enough before he's gone again with a slick 'pop' .
It drives Harry mad and his frustration builds up quickly, body stiff as he tries his best not to do anything that would set Louis off. He wants so badly to wrap his own hands around his throat until he passes out. If he could, he might have just done so. He's so frustrated it hurts, and his hands are seconds away from grabbing his cock to bring himself off to an underwhelming orgasm; maybe even dare to leave Louis alone in retaliation.
"Daddy, daddy," Harry whimpers.
"Princess," Louis breathes, hands spreading Harry's cheeks. "I love watching the way you suck my cock in. So difficult not to fuck you unconscious." He groans, pushing in a bit deeper but just as slowly.
"Daddy," Harry cries again, wanting nothing more.
"Yes, baby?"
"Do it, fuck me good. Choke me. God-" Harry's cut off by Louis slamming his hips into his. "-fuck me, daddy."
"Yeah, beg for it, beg for daddy to make you feel good. Tell me what you want from me."
Harry moans loudly, the sound almost a scream when Louis thrusts in hard again after slowly dragging his cock out, teasing Harry's prostate. Harry is two seconds away from taking control. "Just fuck me deep, please. I'm so- I wanna-"
Louis pulls out all the way, once again taunting Harry by rubbing himself between his cheeks, moaning obscenely. "Wanna what? Come on princess."
"Wanna-" Harry grunts out an 'oh', "-Wanna strap daddy to the bed and ride him. Wanna use his cock my way."
Louis slaps Harry's cheek. And then again, and again, and again. "Cock whore," he groans, now fucking Harry like he means it.
"Shit," Harry curses, cock throbbing as he holds back the fire building in the pit of his stomach, "daddy's cock is so good. So big and delicious. More- need more," Harry rambles, loving the way Louis was practically growling behind him. "Fill me up and choke me, daddy," And god, was he desperate now.
Louis rubs his hands up Harry's sides before trailing his fingers down over the beautiful curve of Harry's spine. "Gorgeous," He moans. His hands curl around Harry's waist and he digs his fingers into the soft skin of Harry's belly. "All mine," He whispers, using his grip on Harry to pull him in, meeting the thrust of his hips.
"Daddy!" Harry cries, arms wobbling momentarily before they give out altogether. He's panting and drooling, cheek pressing against the bed. A growl crawls up Louis' throat for real this time as he fucks Harry harder, pushing Harry's pliant body up the mattress with every thrust. It's good, so fucking good that Harry's teeth almost break through the skin of his lower lip and this is what Harry wants - almost. He is missing just one thing.
Harry's mouth opens, tiny moans slipping past his lips and fingers fisting the duvet harder each time Louis' hips meet his arse loudly. His lips are bitten red, eyelashes wet and clumpy and his curls are plastered to his face.
"Fuck," Louis breathes, one arm reaching up to fix Harry's hair. "You feel so good, baby." He then wraps his hand around the front of Harry's throat and pulls Harry up until his back is flush with his chest.
'Yes, yes,' Harry chants to himself, heart threating to fly out of his chest.
The new angle has Louis constantly hitting Harry's prostate and he turns to jelly in Louis' arms. "Ah!" He cries, wrapping a hand around his cock, head falling back onto Louis' shoulder. Louis tightens his grip around Harry's throat, fingers pressing gently but firmly into the soft skin. "More, daddy," Harry croaks, voice low and rough.
Louis' fingers twitch at the feeling of his voice rumbling. He chuckles and leans in, placing his lips next to his fingers, sucking a dark bruise. He smirks and hums, and Harry knows Louis is watching him play with himself.
Louis uses his free hand to swat Harry's away and he pulls his lips off of Harry's neck with a smack, moaning into Harry's ear when Harry tightens around him. "Not yet, princess. I don't want to hurt you." He pumps Harry's cock in rhythm with his thrusts, loosening his grip around Harry's neck for a few seconds.
Harry takes a shaky breath as Louis kisses the spots his fingers once were, cool lips dragging lazily along his heated skin. Harry's cock throbs in Louis' fist as he gasps out a breathless, "Daddy!"
Louis' hand leaves Harry's cock to spread across his lower belly, holding Harry in place. Harry feels extremely full like this, every inch of him feeling like he will burst any moment. The pressure in his stomach each time Louis thrusts upwards is overwhelming.
"Yes, baby," Louis replies, slowing his thrusts and rolling his hips gently.
Harry places a hand over Louis' and presses it into his stomach when Louis buries himself deeper. "I can feel you here."
Louis moans, teeth grazing Harry's jaw, his other hand squeezing around Harry's throat once more. "You like it when I'm deep inside of you?"
Harry does. He loves the way Louis fills him so nicely. "Yes! I'm- ah! So full. Feels good!" His voice cracks at the end as Louis applies just a bit more pressure around his throat - hot, quick breaths fanning over Harry's ear.
He takes the time to learn the way Harry likes it, experimenting with his grip around Harry's throat and asking him constantly how he feels. Harry knows he's reminding himself of what he learned online, because he's safely tightening his fingers more and more each time in the recommended spot Harry too read online. Louis currently has a tight hold around Harry, lips pressed to his flushed cheek.
It's not long before Harry is gasping for air, mouth agape and eyes nearly rolling back in pleasure. "Colour, baby."
"Green." Harry blinks an eye open and notices Louis' eyes are glued to his cock, seemingly mesmerised by the way it responds every time his hand gets tighter. He twists his wrist a few times as Harry catches his breath before collecting the precome that dribbles down Harry's cock.
He kisses Harry's cheek and taps his sticky fingers to Harry's cherry red lips. "Open."
Harry's lips part and he sticks his tongue out a bit, welcoming Louis' fingers without question. He closes his mouth around the digits and hollows his cheeks, sucking away the saltiness that hits his tongue. He moans, tongue swiping over Louis' skin.
"Jesus, Harry. Okay, roll over," he pulls out quickly and stumbles off of the bed towards the closet, "on your back."
Harry pants as he does what's told of him, peeking at Louis who is bent over in their closet. When he turns around he's holding black leather and Harry exhales shakily. "What's that? A belt?"
Louis stretches the leather out and Harry watches the large metal ring at the end dangle, then Louis threads it through what looks like a collar. "It's a choke collar. I just pull this," Louis demonstrates by pulling the silver ring, "and it tightens. I read a lot about these, and I was hoping you'd wanna try."
"Yes, I- yes," Harry replies, nodding furiously. Louis smirks and gets back onto the bed, tucking one end under Harry's neck and pulling it free, hooking it through the hole. He tightens the collar itself until it's snug but still gives Harry wiggle room. Then he tugs lightly on the end he has in his hand, and Harry's throat slowly closes.
His eyes fall shut, moaning loudly and spreading his legs wide. "Yeah!" He gasps, hands fisting in his pillow.
"Like that, princess?" Louis crawls between his legs and lines his cock up with Harry's hole. Harry nods. "Colour?"
"Green, daddy." Harry's fingers circle his nipples before he pinches each bud, his back arching into his touch. Louis pulls tighter, causing Harry to wheeze out a breath. "S'good," he slurs, head fuzzy and full of cotton already.
Louis' thrusts are deep and slow and Harry's mouth falls open in a silent moan, lungs burning so good as he attempts to breathe, eyes barely focussing on the way his belly becomes rounder each time Louis thrusts inside of him. He closes his eyes, fingers twisting his nipples weakly. "Baby, eyes open," Louis says, giving the leather some slack.
Harry sucks in a breath, damp eyes trying to focus on Louis' face. He is nowhere near desperate for air, but the head of Louis' cock slamming into him and the way Louis looks on top of him controlling his breathing like that just does something to Harry that he can't explain, but he drifts off. Losing himself like this isn't a rare occasion, but he's lucky Louis is attentive either way.
"Careful, princess. Use your colours."
"Yes, daddy. 'M okay, 'm green," he assures.
"You're positive?" Louis asks, reaching for Harry's left hand and kissing his wrist.
Harry raises his other arm, hands grabbing for Louis. "Daddy," he whispers, nodding. Louis smiles and leans in, kissing him slowly as he wraps the strap around his fist, giving him a better grip. He kisses down Harry's throat and collar bones, to his right arm until he's kissing Harry's other wrist.
"Okay?" Louis asks. Harry hums pleasantly, eyelids fluttering. Louis pins Harry's wrists to the pillow and moves his hips faster, pulling the collar tight again.
A new wave of bliss washes over Harry and he reaches down, gripping his cock tightly, one hand still tweaking his nipple as he chokes on a gasp when Louis' lips meet his again. The kiss is messy and a clash of teeth and tongue as Harry struggles for breath, the restriction around his throat tighter than it's been so far. "More," he cries against his lips, voice strained and struggling to escape.
Louis has let go of his wrists by now, supporting his weight with a clenched fist next to Harry's head. Yeah, Harry thinks, I like this.
"Slowly, baby. There's no rush."
A few more seconds pass, then Harry taps Louis' back and Louis instantly lets go and pulls away from the kiss. Harry gasps for air this time, hand pumping his cock, thumb teasing under his head. "Daddy, I love it."
"I can see that, baby. Look at you, so hard for daddy. Such a good boy. My good boy," Louis praises, giving Harry's lungs a break and using his hands to hitch Harry's hips up. Harry hooks his legs over Louis' shoulders, arms falling to his side. Louis grips his thighs, grunting with each thrust.
Harry is almost bent in half while Louis fucks him into the mattress. He can't help but feel his belly again, hands splaying over the small mound, knuckles brushing his cock. He whispers out small, breathy, ' yes' after 'yes' when the head of Louis' cock causes his belly to protrude into his palms.
"Colour?" Louis asks. "Are you okay to continue?"
Harry nods. "Green, very green."
Louis lowers his bum back onto the bed. He grabs the end of the strap with both hands this time and Harry reaches his arms over his head, holding onto the pillow for dear life as Louis tugs. "Already close," Louis groans, eyes glued to Harry's.
"Choke me, daddy," Harry wheezes. Louis pulls some more. "Come for me... Want you to... Plug me with you come... And continue fucking me," he stutters out, chest and cock aching fiercely.
"Fuck- Fuck baby," Louis grunts.
"Give it to me, daddy. Breed me, " he says, remembering the words Louis used earlier and how they both reacted positively towards it.
Louis yanks the leather, causing Harry's eyes to go wide. Lightning shoots up his spine and through his veins. With one more snap of Louis' hips, Louis is moaning Harry's name and pumping Harry full, hands dropping the collar.
"Thank you, daddy," Harry croaks, half lidded eyes flicking between Louis' eyes and lips.
Louis laughs breathlessly, chest matching Harry's as they catch their breath. "Your turn," he says, shaky fingers fumbling with the collar, undoing it and pulling it out from under Harry.
"What?" Harry asks. "No, I thought-"
Louis shushes him, hips rolling slowly. "Don't worry. I just really like seeing my hands around your neck," he replies. He kisses and licks over the marks made by the thick leather of the collar before his fingers cover the marks and Harry's throat is being squeezed again, drawing a long, loud moan from Harry.
Harry strokes himself lazily, too focused on the pressure around his neck, which has him pulsing in his fist, orgasm building faster the more he struggles to breathe.
Louis lets him breathe every few seconds, not allowing Harry to go too long as he begins to slip, the cotton in his head multiplying and drowning out the noise around him. He's chanting 'daddy,' at this point, though he's unaware if Louis responds to any of them until Louis' pushing his hair out of his face, cool lips pressed to his forehead. "Daddy, mm... I'm-" he blinks up at Louis, whimpering when he realises Louis' grip on his throat is gone, just his fingers ghost over the skin.
"I know, baby. You gotta stay with me though," Louis pants.
"Wanna come."
"'Course you can, love. Come for me."
Harry would, but the gentle touch of Louis' fingers is not enough. "Choke me," Harry whines. He's okay, just a few more seconds, that's all he needed. "A bit more, please. Green."
Louis searches his eyes before giving in, glance never leaving Harry's face, focused.
Harry's almost there. He can't breath, his face is warm, and he's going to come. His fist is still on his cock, no longer pumping, and he hears a whisper of Louis' voice calling his name.
His airway has narrowed and he tries to draw in a deep breath, so lost that he's unaware not much is happening. His lungs burn; burn like fire, and they jolt in his chest when he tries to breathe. He cries ' yellow' , though he can't hear himself and he's unsure if Louis does either, but a second later the weight around his throat is gone.
The air enters his lungs easily and he comes over his chest, orgasm tearing through his body as he greedily takes deep breaths. Louis helps him ride it out, hips grinding slowly. Harry's body convulses the entire time, pleasure prickling every inch.
Louis's hips don't stop until his breathing has evened and his spent cock has dripped every last drop. He's shaking, muscles still spasming here and there, and lungs stuttering each time he feels a shiver run through him.
Louis' voice is still distant, but he can feel the hands and lips he loves so much caressing every bit of exposed skin, the tongue he loves so much cleaning up his sticky mess and the voice he loves so much praising him.
"Good boy, baby. So good for daddy. You're so amazing," Harry hears, "that's it, that's great. Come on, princess," Louis says between kisses. There's fingers carding through his hair and he sighs, content.
Harry mumbles out a few replies, eyes closed as Louis continues. "My beautiful boy. Let daddy see those gorgeous eyes." Louis kisses up his chest, other hand squeezing his hip. "Daddy wants to hear your pretty voice baby."
More kisses over his shoulder that once again sooth his neck and throat. "Baby boy," Louis whispers, kissing his cheeks, "come down for me."
Harry tilts his head, pressing his lips to Louis' and humming and Louis' fingers tickle up and down his arm - something that usually brings Harry back.
And it helps. It takes longer than usual, but Harry's eyes finally open and he croaks out, "Daddy."
"Hi princess. Are you okay?"
"Mm. More than. Thank you for looking out for me."
Louis kisses him softly. "Of course, love. How was it?"
Harry hums. "I'm feeling wonderful. It was wonderful. Thank you for playing. Did you like it?" Harry's eyes feel heavy, body weak.
"I did. Thank you for waiting - albeit very impatiently - until I was ready."
"I love you." Harry smiles, pulling Louis to his chest.
"I love you too. Once you're fully aware, I'll help you clean up."
"Can we do it again sometime?"
Louis nods. "I would love to."