"Louis! Faster, please-ngh!"
Harry screamed loudly as Louis smashed into the most sensitive nerve inside. His hands gripped the white sheets tightly, the bed creaking loudly.
"Yes, Haz? Do you like it?" Louis teased right next to his ear. The man's two large hands were on the younger boy's waist, making red marks. "Louders."
Harry complied, letting go of everything he had been holding back. His green eyes narrowed, letting out tears of pleasure at the ends. His beautiful brown hair was drenched with sweat. He was sure his ass was definitely red.
Louis quickly pressed his lips against Harry's, kissing him from the side. His hand went to Harry's erect dick which was reddening, pumping it with a thump.
Harry ran his right hand through Louis' hair, pulling Louis' head to kiss him harder. Louis knew what he meant.
"Honey, what's the key word?" Louis deliberately slowed down. Stopped when only the tip was inside Harry. Harry groaned in annoyance, pushing his hips back.
"Daddy" Harry whined in anger and weakness as Louis teased him. He needs more. He needed Louis' big cock moving inside him again. The young boy looked at Louis with pleading eyes, "Pleas-"
Harry rolled his eyes back when suddenly Louis hit his ass, screaming loudly with his mouth open happily
"Yes, just like that, Daddy!" Harry sighed, beautiful to Louis' ears. Harry's voice was like a song to his ears. He liked it very much. "Feels so good!" Harry's breathing became more labored, his fingers gripping the plain white pillow tightly. He's almost there. His naked body trembled with pleasure.
Louis hissed with Harry's firmness around him. Harry's hole would be his death from now on. Louis could see the big thing going in and out of the red hole Harry chose. Louis grins happily, his eyes closed, his head tilted as he almost reaches his release
"Daddy"
"Harry, I love you so-"
"OII BASTARD!"
Louis opened his eyes.
His vision revealed a blurry person's face. He blinked his eyes many times.
"Liam?"
Louis looked around, this was his luxurious office. Louis frowned in confusion. Then he rubbed his eyes roughly.
"Hurry up. There's a meeting with Styles in an hour."
Louis sat straight up in his oversized black chair. Shocked when he realized that his face was wet, "What the hell?!"
"I've been waking you up with water for 15 minutes, you fell asleep because I bet you stayed up late playing FIFA last night. And-"
Louis was still listening quietly, waiting for a sequel.
"-you moan Harry's name. And look at your crotch." After saying that, Liam turned around, walking slowly out of the room.
Louis looked down, it was bloated and wet with semen.
His blue eyes widened. He just understood. He had a wet dream about the Styles boy.
Like a teenager.
"Wait Liam! My shirt and pants are wet! What now?!"
Liam paused "You act like there's no spare clothes here, what's the use of that wardrobe?!" He continued walking, "One more hour!"
The door is closed. Louis couldn't believe this was happening again.
• ❦︎❦︎❦︎ •
"N-Niall"
"H-Harry! What are you doing?!" Niall said panicked.
His pale white hands touched Harry's shirt-covered shoulders, looking at the younger boy worriedly.
Harry shook his head. His face was red like someone who had a fever. His hair is a bit messy today. Niall suddenly touched his forehead for a while then pulled him away. Harry is still in a daze
"Haz" Niall's bright blue eyes stared intently into Harry's soothing green eyes. "Tell me."
"B-But promise not to tell anyone, y-yes?" said Harry nervously. Raised his little finger in front of Niall.
Niall linked it to his, "Promise."
"Last night I had a dream that Louis Tomlinson slept with me." Harry admitted to being embarrassed, his already red face turning redder. He bit his lower lip worriedly.
Niall took his hand off Harry. Then turned around and walked away.
Harry was startled, "Niall, Wait!" His brown boots made a commotion on the campus building floor. He ran after Niall who was a few meters away from him. Finally he managed to catch up to Niall and patted his shoulder a bit hard.
"Leave me alone, Harry. I'm mad at you." Niall said coldly. Ignoring Harry who was already beside him, his blue eyes kept looking straight ahead. His hands were in the pockets of his jeans.
"Niall, I don't know why you're mad at me but it's serious!" Harry said quite loudly. Fortunately, the campus is currently busy because the class bell just ended, "I dreamed that Louis had a-"
"Shh!" Niall covered Harry's mouth quickly "So loud, you idiot!"
Harry took Niall's hand away from his mouth "Okay, but seriously!"
"Yes"
Harry pouted. Just follow Niall's steps, go to the man who sell ice blenders in the canteen.
"The brown one." Niall said while raising his index finger, indicating the number one. The man selling it just nodded and immediately took his order.
"Niall, I didn't expect that dream to happen! Even I wouldn't be able to imagine if it happened for real! Oh Ni, I remember very well that today will be the first day I met him, I'm nervous but I can't wait either, you've seen it right? He's hot! I'd be willing if he asked me to take him home-"
Harry was cut off. He turned to the man who were also looking at him.
"Sorry uncle, he's not my friend." Niall suddenly said. Turn his face the other way.
The ice blender makers just laughed, "That's reasonable, son. I'm sure your handsome friend is in love, right?" He said as he continued his work.
"Maybe. But then again he's not my friend-"
"Niall!"
The eldest man laughed again, "You two are close friends. You know? In fact, a friendship like yours will last longer. Don't ask me how I know, I have experience."
Niall finally smiled, chuckling slightly. "I hope so."
"Me too!" Says surnamed Styles quickly, "And yes, he is my best friend, he sucks."
"Here, son." The man who was quite tall handed a glass of brown drink in front of Niall, "It's free. Just take it. Save your money."
Niall smiled cheerfully, "Thank you very much, Uncle!" Niall said excitedly and immediately took a sip of his ice.
"And you," The man turned to face
Harry, "Find your true love."
Harry didn't get the point. But he just nodded with a sweet smile. "Thank you too, Uncle."
The man nodded calmly.
Then the two of them walked towards the front gate of the University slowly.
"Hazza!"
An old man's voice that was very familiar to the two of them sounded from the left.
"Dad!" Harry ran to his Father who was standing by the car, hugging him. Beside him stood a scary-yet-friendly bodyguard.
"Hello Mr.Harry, long time no see."
Said the tall man in a friendly manner.
"I told you, Paul. Just Harry." said Harry, rolling his eyes lazily.
"Yes, Harry"
"Son, you look happy. The last time we talked on the phone, you said you couldn't wait for the day, what's so interesting?"
"Maybe. But you'll find out later, Dad." said Harry, sweet as ever. Everyone will soon be diabetic. "Let's go, but take Niall first."
"Okay, honey. Come on in." Desmond said letting Niall and Harry get into a white car which was quite luxurious and spacious.
"Surprise!"
Harry gasped when he saw Michael in the back seat of his car, "Mike? Why are you here?"
"Of course I won't let my sweet and beautiful little brother wander off alone in a strange place. What kind of brother would leave his brother like that?"
Harry groaned in annoyance "I don't want to be looked after and you're not my brother!" said Harry half joking half angry.
"Oh? You don't love me?"
Harry looked at Michael whose blond hair was covered in a black Beanie, "No." Then look ahead again.
"I love you." Michael muttered suddenly.
"I love you too." Harry said.
Niall laughed loudly, "Okay, this is getting weird."
Desmond who was sitting in the front just chuckled, "I like your style."
"And Niall, it's here."
"Thank you very much, everyone!" Say Niall. Opened the white car door and got out, "Bye bye, Haz! Good luck!"
"Bye!" Harry waved his pure white hand to Niall. The door is closed.
"Haz."
"Hmm."
"I brought your clothes-"
"YES!"
• ❦︎❦︎❦︎ •
"Okay, Liam! Do I look presentable?" asked Louis, putting on his anti-radiation glasses.
"You've been asking the same thing since half an hour ago." Liam replied flatly. Not interested in staring at Louis who was standing in front of the mirror that was highlighting his whole body.
"Just to make sure." Louis said once again as he straightened his tie.
"Yeah, they should be here in 5 minutes." Liam said, getting up from the soft sofa, "I'll be in the meeting room."
"And Louis?"
"What?"
"Don't forget the condoms."
"Bastard."
Louis ignored Liam's unfunny warning with inexplicable feelings. 'It can't be that fast right?
Louis shook his head. No. He wanted to slow down. He will not repeat the same thing. He didn't want to be betrayed again.
His feet covered in shiny black-and-brown loafers walked towards the large glass window behind his office chair. And he daydreams while staring at the fairly congested highway below him.
Finally his beautiful blue eyes caught the strange sight on the road. He's not ready. What is a Styles car? Damn it, his heart was beating fast. The white luxury car headed for a special parking lot. Yes, no more.
Instead of rushing out and getting ready, the Director just stared at the car. He didn't know what made him freeze, but a hunch said he'd have to look at the car a little longer.
And he gasped, when a young man with blond hair in a black beanie got out from the right side of the car. The tall man walked to the left side of the car, his steps fast and confident, and until he grabbed hold of the car door, opened it slowly and-
No, he wasn't surprised, he would just pass out.
There came out a shorter youth wearing a white see-through shirt. His hair fell beautifully, it was a prince's hair-oh no, Louis doubted he'd call his a prince or a princess.
His face was more beautiful than what Louis saw from the cellphone screen. The boy grinned cheerfully, making Louis smile too. He wore tight skinny jeans followed by brown boots. The outfit is beautiful and cool at the same time. And Louis just wanted to get rid of his dirty thoughts when the black cloth wrapped tightly around his thick thighs-
No, Tomlinson. Control yourself!
"Okay!" He took a deep breath and let it out again. Do it over and over until it's ready. He exited the room, somewhat in a hurry, headed for the empty elevator and quickly pressed the number four.
He tapped the toe of his shoe, between impatience and nervousness. His hands were folded in front of his chest. He looked down, staring at the cold floor of the elevator as he thought about how the boy would react if he met him in person. Maybe it will be interesting-or disappointing?
The elevator beeped, indicating that he had reached the destination floor. He moved his tattooed hand into the pocket of his long coat, fixing his glasses briefly. The way he walked was arrogant as usual.
"Mikee! Stwappphhh it!" A soft and sexy voice sounded clear in his ears, Louis quickly looked to his right. Yes, there he is. Right there.
"What? I just wanted to tell you!" Michael said half shouting. His left hand wrapped around Harry's neck, tugging at him intimately, "Last night you were delirious strangely and said someone's name!"
"It's nobody!" Harry bit his lower lip a little embarrassed and annoyed. Both of his hands held Michael's arm which was right under his chin, "I won't tell-"
Harry's words were cut off when his green eyes met those beautiful blue eyes. The irises widened. He froze for a few seconds. Same with Louis.
Harry just didn't think that the creature in front of him was real. He was the most perfect being in Harry's eyes now. This is Louis Tomlinson, wearing a gray coat and black cloth pants. Harry loved the way the glasses hung from his nose. The way those blue eyes stared back at him, it was sweet and beautiful. And also Harry really liked his hairstyle.
It. Hot.
Michael furrowed his brows in confusion "Haz?" The blond man's green eyes turned to his younger brother's gaze, and he frowned even more, "Who are you?!" He snapped.
"Michael!" Harry snapped out of his thoughts and immediately cast his gaze to the side.
Michael looked back. There was a game of sight-seeing for a few seconds.
Suddenly Harry turned around, his lips pursed in annoyance. Hands are folded and the way is stomping. "Haz! Where are you going?!"
called Michael, running towards Harry with a small black bag in his right hand.
"Change clothes"
Louis was still glued to that look. And also a little jealous. Wonder who is Michael's man casually hugging the cute boy.
Yes, that's right, Lou. You're jealous when you're nobody.
The Doncaster man sighed. Turned towards the room he was aiming for from the start. There was already Liam leaning against the pure white wall.
"How is he, Tommo?"
"Not bad."
• ❦︎❦︎❦︎ •
"Mikey! I told you not to do such a thing!" Harry scolded from inside the bathroom cubicle.
"I did my duty." Michael made a satisfied face Harry couldn't see. "Besides, I want to test him. My brother-in-law's criteria must be tough."
There was no answer from Harry. There were only sounds that indicated Harry was changing. 5 minutes passed and the Styles family's second child came out of the room.
Harry was wearing a leather jacket and ripped pants that exposed his white knees and thighs. His hair was styled a bit messy.
"Harry, I didn't know those pants of yours were too revealing- change those earlier!'" Michael said half angry half tempted. He tried to change his eyes to focus on his brother's thick thighs that were visible. He regretted taking clothes from Harry's wardrobe at random.
"No! This is my favorite!" Harry dashed out of the men's room before Michael managed to pull him into the cubicle again "Chase me if you can, Mikey!"
It's kind of rude to play catch-up in a stranger's office, especially during work hours. His father told him to be free to do whatever he wanted when Tomlinson and Styles' companies were in a meeting. To be precise Mr Tomlinson was the first to say it.
After tired of playing catch up like a child, Harry asks Michael to treat him to a meal and who can say no to the cutest creature in the universe?
"This building is perfect for a playground!"
"Are you kidding meh ?!"
"Excuse me, Mr. Styles." Suddenly a burly man in typical bodyguard clothes approached the two of them flatly.
Harry looked up with the hotdog full in his pretty mouth, he raised an eyebrow "Hm?"
"I am one of Mr Tomlinson's envoys. Just wanted to let you know that you are free to do anything in this building. Especially entering Mr Tomlinson's private room." He said flatly.
"Eh? Seriously?" Harry asked curiously after he had finished chewing his hotdog. "Can I bring my brother?"
"Mr Tomlinson said do as you please," He handed Harry a black card, Harry accepted it quickly, "Fourth floor, door says Louis Tomlinson." The burly man dressed in black walked away. Leaving Michael and Harry looking at each other in surprise.
"Why did he do this?" Michael asked, sipping his cold drink. Picked up the card that was in Harry's right hand and examined it. "Apparently this building is modern too." Then handed it back to Harry.
After a few minutes of silence, Michael realized that Harry had been chewing his food all this time dreamily. His green eyes, decorated with beautiful eyelashes, stared sadly at the ironwood table below.
"Haz?"
The pretty boy looked back at him,
Michael was suddenly surprised to see his eyes filled with tears.
"Haz? What happens? What's bothering you?!" Michael suddenly panicked, walked quickly and sat down next to Harry, pulling him to lean against his broad chest.
Harry hugged him back, wrapping his smooth arms around Michael's waist, "N-No."
"Tell me, Haz." Michael kissed the top of his brother's curls gently, stroking them affectionately. This is the most effective medicine to deal with his favorite child when he cries.
"I-I'm happy. All this time you and Dad have always supported me no matter what my decision. I understand being gay is not easy. Even we can be ostracized by the public. I'm just happy that you guys are willing to take that risk just for this weak me. I'm surprised you guys feel no shame." Harry muttered as he sobbed. He buried his face in his brother's neck.
Michael smiled fondly, "Because you are our darling."
Harry sobbed more and more.
• ❦︎❦︎❦︎ •
The meeting session has ended. It went smoothly, there were no hiccups and everything was well organised. Louis rose from his loveseat and shook hands with Desmond Styles.
"Mr Tomlinson, I would like to speak to you in private."
Louis was slightly surprised, then nodded. Coded Liam to secure this room ASAP. Liam nodded.
"All right, have a seat, Mr. Styles." Louis agreed with a nervous tone. What's wrong with him suddenly wanting to talk one-on-one?
"May I call you Louis?" Desmond asked kindly, a fatherly smile plastered on his face.
"Please." Louis smiled back, nervous and worried. He fixed his glasses which had fallen off.
"Son, Louis, I want a full explanation from you, why do you suddenly want me to bring my son here?"
Dead already.
"I-I-" Louis was cut off, "Don't be nervous, kid. Just relax. I don't suspect you of doing anything bad. Honestly." Desmond grabbed Louis' shoulder.
"I'm sorry but I think son
You're very attractive," Louis admitted honestly, "I'm actually bisexual."
Louis closed his eyes and his face lowered. Get ready to be scolded and cursed but that doesn't happen. On the contrary. Desmond laughed.
"I thought you were the one."
"You mean-"
Louis's words were cut off when one of Styles' men opened the door of the room, "Sorry to interrupt but we will be leaving soon for our next meeting, sir."
Desmond stood up. He patted Louis' bicep with his right hand and smiled once more.
"Find out for yourself and good luck."
Louis was still frozen. Desmond had left the room and was left alone.
What did Styles mean by saying something like that? Is he the one? What people?
"Louis, Harry is waiting for you."
• ❦︎❦︎❦︎ •
H
arry was doing the 'breathing exercise' all along. His heart skipped a beat when someone claiming to be named Liam Payne enters the room and says Louis will come to him soon.
Harry, calm yourself! This is not an impromptu math test or your mother telling you to clean up!
Harry himself. His father said he would send Harry a driver because he still had work. Michael left first because Luke called him, asking for help. After a long debate, Michael finally relented and obeyed Harry's orders to immediately go to Luke.
Suddenly the door opened.
Harry wasn't ready.
His heart eased when he saw it was Liam "Hi Harry."
But his heart almost fell out when it turned out that Louis was behind Liam.
Stop playing with the heart
Harry!
"H-Hi, you two." Harry greeted with a nervous smile. Showing his sweet and deep dimples.
Louis gestured Liam to leave the room. Liam rolled his eyes lazily then left like the wind.
"Hello, Harry." Louis walked leisurely towards Harry who for some reason sat in the guest chair in front of his desk, "You know me, don't you?"
Harry noticed Louis sitting in front of him, sitting in his chair.
"Just Louis." Louis said kindly. In fact he also felt an annoying turmoil from his body that made him want to bury himself deep. But thanks to his cold nature, he was able to cover it up well. Even enjoying Harry's overly sweet reaction.
"O-Okay, Louis. By the way, what did you call me here for?" He looked down, fiddling with his slender fingers.
"Want to get acquainted." Louis leaned slightly towards the table, "You're an interesting kid." He mumbled softly.
Harry wanted to be happy but also confused. "You're actually very interesting to me too, Mr-Louis I mean."
"But I'm sure there isn't anyone who doesn't like you."
All right, Louis, relax.
"May I touch you?" asked Louis.
Harry gasped. Slightly lifting his face until his green irises met those blue eyes, it wasn't until a few seconds later that he made up his mind.
"Can." Harry leaned forward slightly, his hands folded and resting on the table. Then he felt a hand touch his curly curls.
"I really like your hair."
Harry smiled. His cheek was suddenly poked with a forefinger.
"Also your dimples."
Harry chuckled sweetly. Reaching for Louis' hand that was on his cheek with both hands, "I like your hands, Louis." His finger boldly moved to touch the tattoo on Louis' hand, "And your tattoo."
No thunderstorms or rain. And
Harry didn't know what had gotten into him either. Suddenly his pink lips kissed Louis' open palm. Smelled it many times and he immediately liked the smell.
Louis was tense. His penis stood up.
"Ah, I'm sorry, sir." Harry suddenly pulled away and said in a pitiful tone.
"Son, what did you do to me." Louis grabbed Harry's hand, holding it tightly, "Come on up on my lap."
Harry smirked sweetly and quickly got up from the chair, ran over to the chair Louis was sitting on and jumped on his lap-smacking their lips.
Louis held Harry's waist with both hands as the boy bravely pulled his head up for a deeper kiss. His brown hair was kneaded with pleasure making his hiss with the sensation. Harry's lips would be his opiate from now on.
Harry withdrew. Saliva hooked and his breath hitched. Louis pulled out his glasses and put them on the table.
Finally Harry was able to look into those eyes directly.
Not finished admiring the beauty of God's creation in front of him, Harry was pulled back with a kiss that was hotter and deeper. The kiss lasted a few minutes and broke when both were out of breath.
Harry didn't expect his first kiss to be such a hot session.
Louis leaned back in his stool, staring at Harry over the top of his head, until he realized that Harry's clothes were different.
What's more, why is this clothing style like a thug's style?
"What if I said-" Harry hung up, pecked Louis quickly on the lips and continued,
"I was a thug?"
Continue or nah ?