Louis was shocked. He had just gotten a text from Nick- which never happens.
I'm back in town, maybe we can catch up? :)
Louis looks back down in his bed at the sleeping Harry and smiles softly, leaving his message on read because he knows how much Nick hates that.
He puts his phone back on the wooden counter right next to his bed and places both of his hands on harrys' pale checked, watching as his eyes fluttered open.
"Hi, beautiful." Louis smiles softly down at Harry and gives him a peck, Harry crunching up his face in disgust.
"Go brush your teeth first, ya nasty." Harry giggles and Louis rolls his eyes fondly, going down for another kiss, but Harry snaps his head away so Louis can kiss his cheek.
"Fine, i'll go brush my teeth." Louis huffs, finally agreeing and Harry beams up at him.
Harry closes his eyes when he hears Louis walk into the bathroom and start to brush his teeth.
Louis sees this once he's done and quietly tip toes over to the bed and getting on, hovering over Harry.
Without telling Harry ahead of time, he quickly grabs the younger lads wrists, pinning them above his head and attaching his lips to his neck.
Harry lets out s surprised moan as he feels Louis giving him a love bite, starting to build a semi.
"Louis." the name rolls off Harrys' tongue beautiful and Louis can't think of anything better. "Daddy." Louis stands corrected.
Louis rolls his hips against Harrys' giving them the pleasure that's always makes their eyes roll to the back of their head.
"Mine." Louis growls and rolls his hips again, this time for forcefully and Harry whimpers, biting his lower lip hard.
"Yours, daddy. Yours." Harry agrees and Louis can't be any happier.
Louis swiftly takes of his shirt and Harry looks at his tattoos, seeing 'it is what it is' as one of them.
Without thinking, young Harold lifts his head up and starts peppering Louis' chest with kisses, tracing over his tattoos with his tongue.
Louis groans and pulls on Harrys' hair, throwing his head back and rolling his hips.
"Stop. I'm going to eat you out until you cry." Louis mumbles lowly and Harry gasps, feeling his cock rise more if that's possible.
"Yes, daddy." Harry states, sounding so damn innocent.
"Hands and knees." Louis instructs and Harry obliges, taking off his shirt and pants as he does.
Harry whimpers and he can practically feel Louis staring at his hole.
He feels Louis' tongue dive into him and he screams, not caring if the maids hear him.
"Uh- daddy, oh." Harry moans out and Louis licks around his rim, loving the moans Harry lets out.
Louis just can't resist it.
He slaps Harrys bum.
Harry whimpers and pushes his little bum back more. Louis slaps his bum again then dives his tongue into him, loving how Harry grips the sheets until his knuckles are white.
"Love when my tongue is on you, baby?" Louis mumbles against Harrys' hole and Harrys groans, throwing his head back.
"Yes, daddy." He replies with and Louis smirks, taking a hold of Harrys' hair and yanking on it, hearing the boy moan loudly and whisper his name.
He goes back down to Harrys delicious hole and starts eating it out, all while still holding onto Harrys' hair.
"Make me feel so good, daddy. So, so good." Harry basically praises and Louis smiles, can't help but feeling a slight blush on his cheeks.
"Yeah?" Louis asks as he pulls away and hits Harrys' bum.
Harry gulps then nods, feeling the familiar sensation in the pit of his stomach, "Daddy, can I come please?"
Louis pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth and slides one lubed finger into Harry, pumping slowly.
Harry was too busy moaning to realize that Louis put lube on his fingers.
Harry moans and whimpers, cheeks flushed and his body covered in a layer of sweat.
"Let me see you come, doll." And with that, Harry comes with his mouth opened into a o, cheeks flushed a bright red, and his eyes clenched shit. Making the most beautiful pornographic sound Louis has heard to far.
Once Harry comes down from his high, he opens his eyes again and finds out he's laying on his back on the bed, Louis right bedside him staring at him lovingly.
"Thank you." Harry mumbles lowly and Louis smiles, the crinkles by his eyes forming.
"No problem, sweetheart." Then Louis gets up and leaves the room, phone in hand.
Once he's in the empty kitchen, he goes through his messages once again and finds Nicks'.
Go fuck yourself :), he replies with.
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question:
would you rather have Louis calling Harry doll or sweetheart?
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