"Lay back and I'll show you who the queen is."
~~~
Louis's eyes scanned the crowd as he danced to the beat of the music, shaking his panty-clad bum like a pro. However, he wasn't completely focused in the music. He wanted to catch sight of a green-eyed Harry before the end of his shift but it's been nearly seven hours since his talk with Harry.
It was nearing one in the morning, meaning that Louis had fifteen minutes before he was scheduled to leave and Harry wasn't here yet.
After Louis's dance was over and he had wads of cash in the lace panties, he skittered off towards the dressing room, relying on someone to pick up the money that was left behind on the stage.
Louis grabbed his phone off his vanity, clicking the home button to where the screen lit up. He had three texts messages, all from Harry.
Heart jumping in his chest, Louis opened the first one from 6:33 pm.
I'd rather get you alone, pretty. I'll get you after work. I know that you prefer walking, but I can't wait any longer. xH
Then another, at 10:04 pm.
Hey, babe, what time do you get off? xH
Then the last one at exactly midnight.
I know you aren't reading my messages, so you must be busy. Text me back when you can, baby doll. xH
Louis scratched his wrist nervously, feeling his heart flutter for an unknown reason. He replied, trying not to sound desperate.
Which he totally wasn't, by the way.
Sorry, can't have my phone while working. Your club isn't as strict as mine with rules. Or maybe it's because you're the reason they're a decent club anyways? I'll be out in ten. You're welcome to stay at mine tonight. (; -Lou
Louis bobbed on his toes as he waited, seeing Harry read the message almost immediately and the little typing bubble had appeared. The phone vibrated with Harry's reply.
Decent? I'm pretty sure Alive is ten times The Dollhouse, babe, but nice try. I'm on my way. Be ready and look pretty. xH
Louis didn't respond, he just started stripping and putting on a pair of white panties, black button-up shorts, and a cute white tee. Louis reapplied a light lipstick, preferring it over the sticky gloss, and shoved his phone onto his baby blue bag.
Louis jumped when a Daisy flower crown was place on his head. He whipped around to see Avery, blue eyes lit with excitement.
"Who're you going to see, Lou?" Avery asked, giggling at Louis's blush.
"No one," Louis blurted far too quickly, turning back towards his vanity mirror and adjusting the crown. It was cute. Louis took two bobby pins and clipped the crown into his feathery hair.
"Don't lie, Louis. I can see it in your eyes. You are my best friend," Avery said, sounding slightly hurt.
"Avery, I'm honestly just going home. I'll catch you later, babe." With a peck to Avery's cheek, Louis was gone.
Louis darted through the crowd of strippers and rich men, stepping into the chilly air and seeing Harry's familiar car parked to the side. Louis rushed to the passenger seat and climbed in, immediately leaning over and attaching his lips to Harry's, who jumped in shock, but kissed back until Louis pulled away.
"Please get to my apartment," Louis begged and Harry didn't even argue.
~~~
Louis pushed Harry back onto the bed, a seemingly odd turn of events. Louis was quick to straddle the younger man, needy for him.
Louis was grasping Harry's shirt, trying to get it off and Harry chuckled probably because Louis was so desperate for him, for this.
But Louis didn't care what he looked like, he wanted Harry. Louis ground against Harry's crotch, causing the taller to let out a moan, removing his and Louis's shirts.
"Can you keep the crown?" Harry grunted, thumbing the petals in between his fingers.
"Wanna ride you in it," Louis whined, pulling Harry's hands down to his hips so that Harry could finish undressing him.
Harry let out a shaky sigh in response, pulling off Louis's shorts and panties at the same time, pulling them over Louis's TOMs and dropping it all to the floor.
Harry wiggled out of his own jeans, having already removed his shoes at the door. Louis pulled Harry out of his boxers, leaving the both bare, and straddled Harry again, leaning over to grab the lube that he last used with Niall, making Louis blush as guilt paraded through his body. He froze.
Harry sensed Louis's hesitancy and took it for nervousness for the oncoming activity.
"Baby doll? I can just do this like normal, okay? I can just fuck you like we've already done, you don't have to ride-"
"No, I wanna," Louis whispered, tearing up because he went against Harry's rules. "I'm just... I want to."
Harry nodded firmly and watched in shock as Louis lubed up his own fingers and wriggled them down to his bum, inserting two immediately because they were smaller than Harry's by far.
Harry and Louis gasped as the same time. Louis continued to pump his fingers in and out of his bum, using his free hand to hold himself up against Harry's chest.
Harry gripped Louis's hips, amazed at the small lad's ability to fuck himself with his fingers so easily.
"Ready," Louis said, quick to soak Harry's dick in lune, pressing a quick kiss to Harry's pink tip.
"You gonna ride Daddy?" Harry hissed, turning into his dominate self easily. Louis nodded quickly, lining himself up with Harry's cock, finally forgetting everything and living in now, smirking.
"You'll be Daddy's princess?" Harry continued.
"No. I'll be Daddy's queen."
Louis sunk onto Harry's erection, not even wincing because he wanted to be a good boy for his daddy.
"Louis," Harry hissed when he bottomed out into Louis's tight heat. Louis managed a grin, leaning down to peck Harry's lips.
Louis lifted himself back up and dropped down, whining high in the back of his throat. Harry gasped again, moaning because Louis began to work himself up and down, riding Daddy like he said he would.
"So pretty," Harry cooed, tracing his thumb over Louis's bottom lip.
Louis blushed at the compliment, nipping Harry's finger in affection as he rode him.
Harry watches as Louis bounces, all pretty with his makeup and his flower crown and the blissful look in his blue eyes.
"Oh, Daddy," Louis moaned when Harry tipped his prostate, shocking them both. Harry grasped Louis's hips again and began pounding into him because Louis's thighs were shaking.
Harry nailed Louis's prostate each time, grunting at the effort he was putting into it. Louis was letting out beautiful sounds. Moans, gasps, and whines left Louis's pretty mouth.
Finally Louis came, untouched and shaking, streaking cum across his tummy. Harry pounded into Louis, chasing his orgasm and finding it deep inside Louis.
After a few minutes of calming down, Harry pulled out of Louis's leaking and aching hole.
"Can we wash up?" Louis requested, sitting on Harry's stomach and smearing cum across the younger's tattooed chest.
"Sure, baby," Harry replies, unclipping Louis's pretty crown so rang it wouldn't get wet.
(And so they can use it again.)
After washing them both in the shower, Harry tucked a sleepy Louis in.
"Stay?" Louis requested.
Harry blinked before shaking his head.
"I can't."
"Why?"
"It's late. And besides, I'm not your boyfriend. We don't have sex and cuddle," Harry muttered.
Louis blinked away tears, watching as Harry dressed himself.
"I'll see you around, Louis."
And Harry was gone.
~~~
So I'm back. Hello. Frequent updates are also back.
Hello Larry_smilinson thanks for taking time to look up the greeting just so you could get a dedication! Namaste is a greeting for both hello and goodbye in India. I'm from Indian decent and my grandmother says it every time I see she so I use it a lot lol
QOTC:
Harry didn't want to stay! Why's Harry so stubborn?
Do you think Louis did the right thing by not telling avery?
PQOTC:
Last movie you watched?
MA:
Monte Carlo like five seconds ago
Have a good day xx