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Not a single thing about working in the porn industry is normal.
Your job, by nature, is both extremely impersonal and way too personal all at the same time. Harry Styles, Angel&DevilBoys.com’s number one star, biggest draw on the site, has had a number of times where he’s been on camera, balls deep inside some whining twink, when he realizes he isn’t sure if they said their name was Danny or Andy.
So yeah, It’s a weird job. It’s a job he is very, very good at.
It’s not impossible to make friends. Harry’s never had that with the scene partners he’s worked with, but he’s made plenty of friends with other guys. The ones who work behind the scenes, other talent who’s dicks he’s not acquainted with, and producers who always come to him first for big projects, are all the kinds of people he’s been comfortable forming relationships with. For some reason though, he just won’t let himself feel any sort of way other than respectful to his scene partners. He’s friendly, sure, but he never gets numbers exchanged, he’ll follow them on social media, but he won’t open DM’s, and he’ll share a meal before a scene, but won’t take them to dinner after. It’s just how he’s always done it. He’s been doing it for five years.
His fans don’t know this. They all have fantasies in their minds that every scene is something more than it is. They’ll ship him with other talent, constantly post about how cute he acts with his partners, read far too into looks he may give them while choking them on his cock, and it’s all very strange to him. But not bad, because when he does scenes with the ones his fans decide he has the best chemistry with, it only leads to more money for both of them.
Which is why he does monthly polls on his official page. Fans can vote for who his monthly Live Scene is with, as well as the theme of the scene. Harry usually picks the categories for the scenes, but he leaves the names his partner up to his producers. It’s always fun, but he usually doesn’t pay attention to any names or results until they’re finalized.
“Have you seen who won your monthly poll?”
It’s mid-afternoon, Harry is relaxing on his friend’s balcony in the hot California sun, his friend Niall, who is also a frequent director, who has been wanting to do one of his Live Shows for a while.
“No, why? Did the people finally give me some variety?”
Niall snorts. “I’ll say. You’ve got literal fresh meat this time.”
Harry removes his sunglasses, turning over so his bare ass is facing the sun. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
With a shrug, Niall tosses Harry his phone, with the results of the poll displayed on the screen. “I don’t know how he was picked, he’s only done a handful of scenes, most of which are solos, but your fans seem to think he’s just your type. Can’t say I disagree. He’s like a super-fairy-twink.”
Harry playfully rolls his eyes and sticks his tongue out, turning the phone to properly read it. “Lou Angel. Yeah I’ve literally never heard of him.”
“Mmhmm, check his page though,” Niall says with a devilish grin.
Harry clicks on the name, and his eyes go wide once the guy’s page fully loads. Lou Angel is…well he’s just about the most perfect looking man Harry has ever seen. The picture splashed across the top of the screen is of a boy with lightly tanned skin, shirtless with only what appears to be a pink lace scarf covering his lower half. He’s laying back on a pile of fluffy white pillows, one hand clutching one above his head, while the other holds a pink heart-shaped lollipop to his pretty pink lips. He’s got sharp cheek bones, and aqua blue eyes, set just far apart that he really does look like magical, sexy pixie. Finally, there’s bright read, heart-shaped sunglasses resting on a head of fluffy, brown hair.
He looks so innocent, and yet there’s a sparkle in his eyes that hints that he very much isn’t.
“Jesus Christ,” Harry moans, scrolling through the profile. Age; 23, likes football, shitty northern weather, fresh flowers, fairy lights, and being a good boy. A good boy. Harry bites his lip to deafen another moan. “He’s…umm…well, he’s English.”
“Just like you!” Niall says, patting Harry on the back.
“He’s so new, how did he even get on the poll?”
“Fan requests apparently. People have been tweeting about wanting you two to be in a scene together. I think he mentioned you in some interview before a solo scene,” Niall snatches his phone back. “Maybe you should message him, congratulate him on winning.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know how to socialize thank you very much,” Harry retorts with a grumpy frown, waving his friend off as he’s left alone on the balcony.
The theme poll was put up as soon as the talent poll was completed, with the choices of Casual, Dom/Sub, or Role-Play. Honestly, it doesn’t matter which of those categories win, Harry knows he’ll do well either way.
He grabs his own phone, pulling up his twitter to post the winner announcement, as well as send Lou a quick message.
As he waits for a response, Harry goes to Lou’s page on his own. While he scrolls, he only finds ten videos, 6 of which are solos. Those are probably worthy of watching, but Harry is curious about how this boy is with partners. He’s not that experienced on camera, so what about him could have Harry’s fans thirsting for a collaboration?
Harry chooses the most recent video to try out, one that is tantalizingly titled, “Twink Brought to Tears on Daddy’s Big Cock”. With a smirk, Harry hits play.
He recognizes the other guy, some big dude who’s basically 40 years old, buff, rocking a ten-inch, tattooed up both his arms, porno-daddy type. Obviously considering the video title. It starts off with him at a fake work desk, too-tight white button-up tucked into too-tight black slacks, sleeves rolled halfway up his toned arms. He’s pretending to type something on a laptop, when a soft knocking comes from the door.
Lou Angel enters, and Harry’s breath is completely taken away. He looks so small, accentuated by the fact that his current partner is fucking huge. He’s got on thick, black glasses, and just the faintest hint of sparkly gold eyeshadow behind them. He looks even younger than he is, which is definitely what the director must have been going for.
“What are you doing, Baby? I got a lot of work to do,” the man says with a deep, gravelly voice.
Lou shrugs, sweetly smiling as he bites his lip and shuts the door behind him. “Couldn’t wait, Daddy, been thinkin’ about your cock all day.”
Harry pauses. A shudder runs up his spine and the sound of Lou’s soft, sweet voice goes right to his dick. He’s suddenly very aware of the fact that he’s naked out in the open, so he quickly remedies that by running inside, shutting himself off in the quest room before Niall can make any kind of comment. He grabs his cock by the base, leaning back against the door with a deep breath.
After about a minute, Harry lets himself relax a little, lets go of himself and watches as his dick bounces between his legs. Honestly, he doesn’t usually get off to porn much anymore, something about seeing how the metaphorical sausage is made. But Lou…maybe it’s the excitement of someone new, but he’s got Harry’s full attention.
He settles on the bed, elbows on his knees, as he lets the video continue playing.
He watches how Lou sits on the man’s lap, runs his fingers up and down the man’s broad chest, playing with the buttons. “Come on Daddy—” Harry’s cock really likes the way he says that, “—take a break for me?”
The scene plays on. The older man growls into a kiss, practically devouring the boy as he lets out soft mewls.
Harry starts to skip around. Their clothes come off and the items are thrown from the desk. Lou slips between the man’s legs and sucks his cock down. All the way down. Harry makes several mental notes about his apparent lack of a gag-reflex.
He skips some more. Lou is bent over the desk, the man’s tongue and fingers stuck up one of those most perfect asses Harry has ever seen in his life. Soft, high, but barely there breaths leave Lou’s mouth, as he stares down the camera with lidded, blown out eyes. It’s mesmerizing, really.
Harry bites his lip and skips ahead gain. Lou gets fucked in several positions, bent over the desk, bouncing on the man’s lap, on his back, even in the air, all while whining softly for Daddy to take him harder. Before every position change, the two of them kiss, almost too intensely and intimately for this kind of porn, but Harry is hypnotized by the large hands searching all over Lou’s tiny, soft body.
It reaches the point of the tears mentioned in the title, when the ~Daddy~ has Lou’s back to the desk, and both his legs over his strong shoulders. Quiet cries escape puffy pink lips, and finally shiny tears fall down blushed cheeks, as Lou comes untouched.
As though under a spell, Harry leaves that video and goes right to another one, then another one, then the final partnered video, Lou getting fucked by a guy Harry has definitely done a group scene with, outside on a beach towel in what looked like a private villa. By the end of all of it, Harry’s dick is at full mast, and his brow is fully sweating.
Lou is…he’s hot, he’s sexy, he’s beautiful, he’s sweet, he’s…quiet.
That’s one thing that each of the partnered videos have in common, is that Lou isn’t very loud. Don’t get him wrong, the sounds Lou makes are fucking hot, and his dick is certainly getting attached, but he’s not the screaming mess that Harry’s partners usually are. Lou is soft and desperate, breathless in every whine, not faked all at, Harry has learned how to tell, but none of it feels like he’s having his entire shit rocked into the next century. What about this display makes Harry’s fans want to see them together? Maybe the idea that Harry could bring out that side?
Actually, that very much tracks, and his cock is very into the idea of pushing Lou to his breaking point, of fucking the noise out of his pretty lips. He’s skeptical, but he knows it’s not impossible.
No matter what the theme of the Live Show is picked to be, Harry is gonna make Lou squeal like a bitch in heat by the time he’s done with him.
+
On the other side of town, at about the same time of day, Louis Tomlinson is returning to his apartment from his weekly Spin class with his best friend. They’re greeted by Bon Bon, his white kitten, meowing at his feet.
“Hello there cutie pie,” Louis says, scooping the kitty into his arms. “Sorry I smell so terrible.”
“Oh, I’m sure he doesn’t mind his mama’s natural scent,” Perrie, the best friend, coos, petting the top of Bon Bon’s head.
Louis sticks his tongue out and lets her take hold of the cat, while he plops down on the sofa. “You don’t exactly smell like a bed of roses my love.”
“Everybody knows roses actually smell terrible, Dork.”
Louis rolls his eyes with a fond smile. He pulls his phone out and starts scrolling through various forms of social media. Perrie, who is just trying to prepare their after-workout smoothies, nearly flings fruits and peanut butter all over the kitchen, upon the very loud, “HOLY SHIT!” that Louis screams out minutes later.
She goes running back into the room, Bon Bon darting away from all the commotion. “What? Who died?”
“Do you remember how my, um, side job had me enter that poll—”
“OMG, the one with Haz ~Demon~?” She guesses excitedly. “Don’t tell me—”
“I won the poll,” Louis says, hand shaking as he turns his phone around to reveal a message from Haz, a screenshot of the poll results prominently displayed. Underneath the picture is a message that simply reads”
~Congrats Lou, can’t wait for the next poll results to see how we’ll be working together. 😉 Get back whenever you can XX~
Perries eyes go wide as her jaw drops. “Oh. My. God.”
“Oh my god??”
“OH MY GOD!”
The both of them let out twin high-pitched squeals as she slams herself down onto the couch with him. “I’m gonna get fucked by Haz Demon! I can’t believe people actually voted for me!”
“Of course they did! Who could say no to your twink ass?” She says, playfully pinching his side, causing him to squeak. “Do you know what kind of scene you’ll be doing?”
Louis clicks on the link to Haz’s twitter and the theme poll that’s been pinned to the top. It still has a few more hours until it’s closed, but the early results are available with one tap of his finger. Timidly, Louis selects the Role-Play option, an image of him in a schoolgirl uniform popping into his brain, and the results are shown. He swallows a heavy lump in his throat.
Casual: -------- 11%
Roleplay: -------------------22%
Dominant/Submissive: ------------------------------------------67%
“Holy shit—”
He’s cut off by a loud laugh from his friend, “You’re gonna get spanked by Haz Demon!”
“Shut it!” Louis whines, face heating up in a blush, as he smacks her in the face with a fluffy pillow. “God, I can’t even imagine what that’s going to be like, I mean, have you seen his Dom videos?”
“Yes, many times,” she answers, lewdly wiggling her brows. “He’s gonna make you call him Daddy.”
“He would not need to make me do that, he’s so Daddy already,” Louis sighs. He goes back to his DM’s and stares at the message from Haz some more. “What do I even say back to him? ‘Wow, can’t wait to get my ass fucked by you! When should we link up?’”
“I mean, that would be 100% accurate.”
“Pear! Be serious! I don’t want to make a fool of myself!”
“Just tell him you’re happy to work with him, I don’t know!”
Louis groans and falls back on the couch, dropping the phone onto the ground. “I just don’t want to come off as some amateur loser. I want him to think I’m a cool, sexy vixen.”
Honey, you are a cool, sexy vixen. He’ll know that as soon as he sees you.” She pats his thigh as she leaves her spot. Picking up his phone and handing it back, Perrie leaves him with, “I’ll go shower, and when I come back you better be deep in kink negotiation or something.”
“Fine,” Louis whines.
He opens the message again. Haz seems so sincere, even though this is a very regular part of his job. Louis honestly has no idea why it’s got him all flustered. He barely looks at his screen as his thumbs type away, writing out the first words that come to mind, no editing, all anxiety compartmentalized away.
~Hi Haz, I can’t believe I actually won! Looks like I’ll have to be your good boy if the poll stays where it’s at right now 😉 Video call later to discuss?~
It’s only three minutes later when the response comes through.
~How about dinner somewhere private instead Baby Boy 😉 ~
Louis throws the phone across the room.
+
A private dinner in Louis’ opinion would be somewhere lowkey, like a backroom at a high-end restaurant. The back booth of some dive bar, with low candle lights and other people at almost every table, is not at all what he had in mind. He’s not complaining, though, because there’s a sort of romantic excitement to it all. Haz isn’t afraid to be seen with him publicly.
With a manila folder in hand, Louis makes his way through the small crowds, past the bar and to the booth with the Elvis display above it, just as Haz instructed him when they’d planned this. As he gets closer, Louis can see that very familiar mess of dark curly hair, covered only by a black beanie. Haz seems bigger in person. Louis bites his lip at the memory of the body that hides under Haz’s unassuming clothes. He can’t believe he’s going to get to touch that body.
Louis slides into the empty seat across from the man, who looks up with a toothy smile. “Lou, great to meet you.”
Haz reaches out a hand for Louis to shake, a big and warm hand, with long fingers covered in rings. Louis’ hand looks small and feels so delicate in those calloused fingers. His voice only shakes a little as he replies, “Yeah, it’s nice to meet you too, Haz. I can’t believe I’m even doing this.”
“No need to be nervous, I’ll take good care of you,” Haz says, not missing the blush that forms on Louis’ face. “And just call me Harry right now. I ordered us some drinks, water cause I think it would be better if we have this talk sober.”
“Oh, thank you, and you can just call me Louis.” He puts the folder flat on the table, hands fidgeting on top of it. He bites at his bottom lip, trying his best to keep eye contact, but he can’t stop the tight ball of nerves from forming in his chest.
“Louis,” Harry says, letting the name roll off his tongue like sweet honey. He can see just how skittish Louis is being, his sharp, pixie-like features are pulled tight, pretty pink lips bitten between sharp teeth. He places his hands over top of Louis’, steadying them by circling the soft skin with his thumbs. “Louis, really, you don’t have to be so nervous, I want to make this fun for you.” He says with a soothing tone. One of his hands reluctantly leaves Louis’, tapping the folder. “Is this what I asked you to bring?”
“Oh, um, yeah,” Louis says, clearing his throat. He pushes the folder towards Harry, who pauses before opening it. “First page is hard no’s, cause I wanted to get that out of the way.”
Harry’s eyes scan the first page, nodding his head as he reads through, agreeing with pretty much every off-limits act. He can feel Louis’ energy tense up again, and looks up to see his eyes closed, blush painting his cheeks. “Is it okay if I come sit on your side?”
There’s a slight widening of Louis’ eyes, even under the dim lighting. “Y-yes, um sure.”
Harry’s up in seconds, bringing the folder around with him as he sits right next to Louis, taller body bringing all its warmth with him. “I’m gonna read through this and study all of it and we can talk about a game plan for the stream later, but for now I just want you to know one thing.”
Louis looks up into his sincere eyes, breath coming out a little more even. “Okay.”
“I want you to have a good time, I want you to feel good and to enjoy working with me, okay? You can trust me, one hundred percent, got it?” Harry asks, lifting Louis’ chin with the tips of his index and middle fingers of one hand. Their breaths are so close, mixing in the small airspace between them. “Do you trust me?”
Louis swallows. “Yes.”
“Then why are you so nervous, Love?”
Again, that perfectly pink bottom lip goes between sharp teeth. “It’s just…why me, you know? I’m sorry, but I’m not very experienced on a professional level. I was shocked to be in the running in the first place so—”
“My fans seem to think we could have chemistry,” Harry says, smiling down with softened eyes. “They know you’re my type.”
A blush forms on Louis’ sharp cheeks. He can’t believe he’s so squirmy like this, but something about Harry’s presence has his whole body pliant. Which will be very beneficial during the actual stream. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” I think they’re right. “So, do you trust me?”
“I mean, like, yeah of course I do,” Louis says, voice breathy and nervous. He knows Harry’s reputation, he knows how well he’s treated his other partners. Louis would give anything to get that treatment.
“Good,” Harry’s eyes flick down to Louis’ lips. “Can I kiss you, then?”
The pink blush deepens into a perfect red, but Louis nods nonetheless. “God, yes.”
Harry’s hand slides up to Louis’ cheek, and he pulls him the rest of the distance in. Their lips meet, chaste and soft at first, Harry humming into it. They both savor the first touch as Louis’ eyes close, and then Harry tugs him forward even more, deepening the kiss. Their lips part together, Harry’s tongue slips inside, his other hand dropping to Louis’ thigh, and it becomes all too overwhelming all too quickly. Their kiss continues, learning and sweet, as Harry feels Louis push his body closer to his, and he feels a soft vibration on their tongues. There’s no sound, but Harry knows that it’s Louis moaning. He’s really going to have to work for it to be audible. All in due time.
It's Harry who breaks the kiss, but Louis tries to chase it, the softest whine in the world on his pouty lips when Harry pulls away with a grin. Louis accepts that the moment is done and settles back with needy eyes. Harry lets out a harmless laugh, nuzzling their noses. “Good boy.”
He can see the catch in Louis’ throat. The way his mouth opens but closes quickly, any response stuck in his throat.
“Come on, we’ve got a lot to talk about,” Harry says, wrapping an arm around Louis’ shoulder, once again directing their attention to the folder. “Now, what do you want to wear?”
+
The set is simple enough. They’re at Niall’s studios in a room set up to look like a rich bedroom, black velvet and dark red silk as the accents all over. It’s not Harry’s first time performing in here, usually all of his Dom/Sub scenes happen in this playroom, as it’s equipped with just about every kind of toy you could dream of, and the dark tones really set the mood. Louis sits on the edge of the bed in all white satin, a slip and matching shorts, looking like a pure virginal angel. It doesn’t matter that everyone knows he’s the opposite.
The only ones allowed in the actual room during filming will be Harry, Louis, and Niall, who will be operating the two cameras remotely for the live stream, one at the end of the room facing the front of the bed, the other off to the side of the bed for a horizontal shot when it’s time. Harry and Niall work on setting the final angles up just perfectly, while Louis drinks the last of his water and waits, eyes wide as they search every small detail of the room, stopping once they reach the hook set on the ceiling perfectly center to camera one. He squirms while he sits, facing scrunching up in the cutest way.
Once they’re sure everything looks good, and Niall sends out the final messages on all their socials that the stream will be starting in only minutes, Harry approaches. He’s dressed much less formally, no shirt and just a pair of grey sweatpants that he’s gone commando under.
“You ready Lou?” Harry asks, picking up the short binding rope that’s been waiting next to Louis on the bed.
“As I’ll ever be,” Louis says with a sigh. He looks up at Harry with a smile. They’ve been preparing for a couple weeks, ever since their first meet up. They’ve shared laughs, and life stories, and meals, but their first kiss was the last time they were physical. They felt it would be better that way. In a way, the lack of physical contact, and exclusively verbal communication has made Harry actually connect this time. Never before for these streams has he put this much thought and effort into getting to know his partner. That was never part of the deal.
But Louis is just so magnetic. Harry looks forward to talking to him. About everything.
The entire scene and all kinks, pet-names, and off-limits acts have been discussed, but they both still shake a little as Harry ties Louis’ hands in front of his chest.
“Can you lift your arms up?”
Louis does so, lifting them above his head, where they will be for quite a while by their plans. He lowers them again. Harry nods, and as Louis brings them back down, he raises his brows and smirks, quipping, “Aren’t you going to tell me I’m a good boy? You know I want to be praised.”
Harry snorts, tracing the back of his fingers down Louis’ soft cheek. “Of course, Baby. You’re my good boy today. Remember the safe words?”
“Green for go, yellow for break, and red for stop now.”
“Perfect,” Harry says, tugging Louis up by his bound hands. He turns Louis on his bare feet, and lifts Louis’ arms up to the hook for him. The loop Harry tied on the rope goes around the hook, which can rotate in full circles to change views, and Louis has to stand on his toes to be comfortable. It only makes him look a little more helpless, which Harry shamefully only finds more sexy.
“Okay boys, we’re going live in one minute.” Niall announces as he steps away from the scene, to the corner of the room where the computer set up is, ready to monitor the live. He’s done this plenty of times, and knows how to be professional and silent, so they can feel like the only two in the room.
With the clock counting down, Harry steps to Louis’ front, blocking him from the camera’s view. He takes Louis’ cheeks in his hands, and finally kisses him again, more fervently than their first, more deeply and purposeful. He has a goal today. He has all of the videos of Louis’ past on his mind as he kisses the boy himself, and he is filled with determination to get him louder than he ever has been before.
Their kiss continues past the minute for the live to start. When he’s sure the audience is growing enough, Harry turns, snaking around Louis’ body, wrapping an arm around his waist as he reveals the boy to the camera.
“Evening everybody. Welcome to my monthly live stream, where you pick the partner and the scene. Meet your pick of the month, Lou Angel. Baby, say hi to our audience,” Harry says, his hand coming up to Louis’ chin, gently directing his face towards the camera for him, controlling his movement.
Louis smiles shyly. “Hi everyone.”
“Good boy,” Harry coos, kissing Louis’ cheek before letting his face go. “A couple pieces of business before we really get going. Lou and I discussed everything you are about to see. Everything is completely consensual, we are both clean of all disease, and have established a system of clear communication. Safety is the first rule after all, right Baby?”
“Yes, Haz,” Louis says obediently. Above his head, his hands twitch, twisting to grip onto the rope that secures them onto the hook. He’s so fucking ready.
“Perfect, let’s get started then.”
Harry slinks behind Louis’ body, hands finding their ways to Louis’ sides, sliding around to his front, fingers spread to show them as big as possible on Louis’ tiny body. Louis’ eyes follow Harry’s until the man is out of sight behind him, gently holding Louis in place. He wants the camera to see Louis’ outfit, how the white satin falls and accentuates his almost feminine curves. He digs his fingers in gently, can feel Louis twitch into every touch. He watches as Louis’ chest begins to rise and fall rapidly, lip bit but breath coming out evenly.
From behind, Harry wraps his arms completely around Louis’ waist, as he bends down to kiss his neck, all the way up to Louis’ ear. Harry stares straight down the camera, Louis’ eyes are closed tight, and he smirks, tasting the slightest bit of sweat already forming on Louis’ skin. “Are you going to be my good boy today, Lou?”
Louis nods, turning his head and blinking back a haze that’s already started to form.
Not good enough, Harry wants him to be heard. “Who are you going to be good for?”
Louis swallows a lump, eyes flashing to the camera before quickly meeting Harry’s again. In a voice just above a whisper, he brokenly responds, “For you, Daddy.”
If it weren’t for the expensive and high quality microphones that are skillfully hidden around the room, Harry wouldn’t think anyone would hear him. He’ll have to work up to it, earn Louis’ sweet voice raising in volume.
“Thank you, Baby,” Harry hums, nosing up Louis’ cheek. With one hand, he firmly grips Louis by his jaw, pulling him up in a slow, biting kiss. He licks into Louis’ mouth, leading them along, while his other hand feels up the rest of Louis’ body over the satin. He pulls back with Louis’ bottom lip between his teeth. “You look so fuckin’ pretty for me, Lou.”
Roughly, Harry tosses Louis’ jaw forward, turning it back to the camera. His cheeks are pink and lips bitten red already, and Harry just knows his audience is feral for it. He runs his hands up Louis’ body, squeezing every bit of skin and curve. He stops at Louis’ chest, feeling up his pecs like they’re tits, and the smallest touch over his nipples is enough to get the first little whine from Louis’ lips. His hands grip the rope tightly, and his feet almost kick out of balance.
“Too bad it’s covering far too much, Daddy wants everyone to see how pretty your body is,” Harry says, as his strong hands grab the top of the slip. He tears it in two easily, from the middle of the chest all the way to just above the hem of the matching shorts. He pulls the fabric apart, revealing Louis’ chest and tummy to the camera. He starts to roll Louis’ perky, pink nipples between his fingers, and Louis squeaks from the rough touch, hiding his face in his arm, as his lower body grinds back into Harry’s crotch. “Wanna show them how sensitive you are. Won’t you let them hear how good you feel?”
Louis’ face peaks up again, eyes wide. “I-I, ah—”
He’s cut off by his own throat catching, holding down any moans that might come out as his eyes roll back. Harry doesn’t get why he wants to hold back, but he’s not going to draw direct attention to it, not like this. “You like that Lou?” Harry waits for an answer, still rubbing circles around Louis’ nipples, as a broken, high-pitched tone comes from the boy’s throat. Louis’ body spasms again, ass rubbing right into Harry’s stiffening dick. “Yeah, I like that too, feel it?”
Harry meets Louis’ movements, letting him feel how hard he already is. Truthfully blood started going right to his dick as soon as he had Louis tied up on the hook.
“Da-Daddy,” Louis whines, still quiet, but beautifully. His eyes are wide, and Harry can tell they’ll start to tear up at any moment. What a sight that will be. “M-more, please, Haz.”
Harry takes pity on him, stopping his movements as Louis starts to pant, eyes shutting again. “More, Baby? How much more?” Harry asks mockingly. His right hand spreads over Louis’ chest again, avoiding his puffy nipples this time, as the left drops into the white shorts. The whole hand wraps around Louis’ hardening cock easily, and Harry tugs it a couple times. “Is that enough? That what you wanted?”
Louis pouts, “Haz.”
“Why should I even give in to your demands? Hm?” Harry asks cruelly. He kisses Louis’ cheek. “You’re not in charge here, Sweetheart. You said I could do whatever I wanted. Maybe I just want to spend our time feeling you up, hmm? How does that sound? I just play with a little, leave you all pent up and desperate.”
“N-no—” Louis finds his voice for just a moment, and again grinds into Harry’s crotch. He knows Harry doesn’t mean it, they have plans, but the threat alone has him whining.
“No, Baby, that’s not what I want either.” Harry says calmly, aloof. He starts jerking Louis off again, feeling that pretty little cock come to full hardness in his hand, as his lips trace along Louis’ neck. “We are gonna play, though. Hold still.”
His hands both leave at the same time, and he moves to Louis’ side, making sure most of Louis’ body is still in view of the camera, as he tears the slip the rest of the way in half, then makes a move for the shorts. He pushes them to the ground, revealing Louis’ pink cock for everyone to see, dripping and twitchy.
“Fuck, you’re so fuckin pretty, Baby,” Harry groans, dropping to his knees. “Don’t move. Daddy’s gonna help you get this shit off, we don’t want anyone to miss out on seeing this.”
Louis’ tongue feels heavy, he wants to moan out a thank you, but everything just gets stuck. Instead, the smallest of breaths escape, just loud enough to make a beat for Harry to move to. Louis watches as Harry lifts one of his ankles, slipping the shorts off that foot, before he kisses Louis’ toes, up his ankle, his shin, the top of his knee, and then up his inner thigh. The little bit of stubble on Harry’s face tickles, and Louis feels a heat prick up his skin as Harry reaches the top of his thigh, and Louis’ breath hitches with a slight mewl when Harry gives the meaty skin a bite.
He quickly drops back down to the other leg, throwing the shorts to the side before repeating the actions. Louis’ body moves on its own to thrust towards Harry’s face, his cock brushing the man’s cheek. The slightest bit of precum shines on Harry’s skin, and green eyes look up with a grin as his long fingers wipe it off, before slipping those fingers into his mouth. Harry lets out a long, exaggerated moan around the digits.
“Oh my god,” Louis groans, once again hiding his face in his arm. He’s so turned on it’s hardly fair.
“Taste so fucking good Baby,” Harry praises as he stands up once again. “I’ll have you taste me too later. For now, how about you let Daddy show our guest your little surprise, hm?”
Louis’ attention is gained again, and his body stiffens from excitement. He can feel a small twitch in his hole, already a little full, but ready for more. Harry goes back to his place behind Louis, but he quickly spins his body around, ass to the camera. He grips his perfect, round cheeks in his hands, gives them both a hard squeeze that has Louis crying out, but the sound only reaches Harry’s shoulder that he’s buried in. He starts to breathe deeply, so ready to get it really going, to get closer to have his dream cock inside him.
“Color?”
“Green, Daddy.” Louis says, voice a little far off and dreamy.
Harry slaps his cheeks, then spreads them, revealing to the camera the plug that’s been nestled inside his hole for the afternoon, topped with a sparkling green gem. “So sexy, Lou, but I think it’s time we take it out. I know everyone wants to see how loose you are for me already. Spread your fuckin’ legs.”
Louis spreads as much as he can on his tip toes, leaning forward in Harry’s chest for balance. He starts to moan as Harry uses one hand to slowly pull the plug out, but he’s cut off quickly by Harry’s long fingers shoving into his mouth.
“Suck, Baby, gotta make sure you’re ready,” Harry instructs. Louis does what he says, and Harry really wishes they’d planned for his cock to be in that perfect mouth. The obvious lack of gag reflex only makes him yearn more, as he shoves his fingers down Louis’ wet throat.
The plug drops to the ground with a heavy thud, and Harry yanks his fingers out, bringing that hand down to Louis’ ass. It’s not gentle when two fingers shove inside, and Louis again pulls down on the rope, unable to move from where he’s trapped. “Oh god, fuck, Daddy. Your fingers are so long. Feels so good, so much better.”
Harry grins at the words, the most Louis has been able to say so far. He starts to finger him for show of the camera, scissoring his fingers, before quickly adding a third, curling them up to find that perfect spot—
“Ahh,” Louis whines, body tensing up against Harry’s. “Yeah, Daddy. There.”
“You got it, Lou,” Harry says, thrusting his fingers in and out, curling each time they’re back in, hitting Louis’ prostate every time. Still, Louis lets out small sounds, a single note on every breath, but it only makes Harry want to work harder.
Soon, Louis’ body starts to shake, and he rolls against Harry’s in a quick rhythm. He’s close, Harry knows he is, but it’s not time. Just when Louis can feel heat coil in the center of his stomach, precum dripping out so much a dark stain forms on the front of Harry’s grey pants, just when Louis’ voice starts to get higher, Harry pulls out.
Louis lets out a miserable whine. Chest heaving as his orgasm is snatched away from him. He looks up at Harry with a devastated expression in his wet eyes. “Daddy, please, I’m good, I’m your good boy—”
“Yeah you are Lou, you’re all fuckin mine,” Harry grunts, slapping Louis’ left cheek with his wet hand. “Every fuckin’ part of you is my property today, and I’m gonna treat my things however the fuck I want to.”
Harry starts to spank Louis, one cheek at a time, each hit getting harder and harder, all the while Louis lets out singular ah ah ah’s. his ass grows pinker by the second, handprints forming from where Harry expertly aims for the same place every time.
There’s only a moment of reprieve as Harry steps away from Louis’ shaking, unsteady body. Off camera, Niall gives Harry a thumbs up to let him know the response is good so far from the viewers. Harry nods back as he removes his pants, and grabs a couple things from the dresser.
He steps up to Louis’ side and turns the boy toward him, taking his face in one big hand, giving him a deep kiss before pulling back to look seriously in his eyes. He tosses a bottle of lube to the bed behind them, then holds up the other thing he grabbed, a black leather-bound whip with multiple strands. Louis’ eyes widen, not just from the introduction of the cat-o-nine-tails, but from the first in-person view of Harry’s legendary cock. Hard and red, long as it bounces between Harry’s legs.
Harry tugs Louis’ view back up to his face. “Color, Baby?”
Louis licks his lips. “Green.”
With a smile, Harry yanks Louis around again, ass to him with a profile view of them both to the camera. He groans as the view of Louis’ pink, bruised ass. As hard as he can, Harry sends the first whip Louis’ way, covering Louis’ entire ass. He’s spurred on by the pained yelp that Louis releases, the loudest so far, and Harry craves more.
“That’s it, Baby,” Harry says, hitting Louis over and over again with the specialized whip. He gets the backs of Louis’ thighs, which stings and makes Louis hiss, his small body jerking away, but Harry grabs him by the hip to keep him in place. “You sound so good, you fuckin love it yeah?”
“Y-yes Daddy!” Louis yelps, voice high and whiny. He gasps when he’s turned around, one of Harry’s arms anchoring behind his back so he can kiss him. Louis moans into it, and a single tear drips down his face.
Harry pulls back and sees it fall, licking up Louis’ cheek to catch it on his tongue. “That’s goddamn gorgeous. My gorgeous Baby.”
He starts to spin whip around, hitting over Louis’ tummy and chest in circular patterns, and Louis cries out. Still not as loud as Harry knows he can make him.
In an instant, Harry drops the whip to the ground, and roughly grabs at Louis’ hips, so hard he could leave bruises of his fingertips. He wants to bruise, he wants to mark every inch of this pretty man. Biceps rippling, Harry rips the slip the rest of the way off, breaking the straps and letting it fall to the ground.
Once again he positions them directly in front of the camera, himself behind with Louis’ red, whipped up body on display. A couple more tears fall down Louis’ cheeks, and Harry runs his hand up Louis’ back, into his hair, before yanking his head back with a pained cry. He dominates Louis’ mouth with another kiss, slapping Louis’ torso with his hand. The sound of the smacks and Louis’ choked, muffed cries echo through the room.
“Fuckin’ mine,” Harry grunts over and over again, before he pulls back completely with a wild, unsure look in his eyes. With no warning, Harry brings his hand up, and slaps Louis hard, right on his tear-stained cheek.
Louis gasps. His cock leaks several droplets of precum onto the floor between his feet.
They both gasp for air. Harry starts to smile. “Color, Baby?”
Louis stutters, body spasming with anticipation. “Daddy…green, please—”
*SMACK*
With the go ahead firmly intact, Harry cuts Louis off with another slap to the face. Louis lets a guttural moan, then again when Harry repeats the action. It’s unexpected but, “Holy shit, that’s so fucking hot Lou.”
He gives Louis’ sore face a break, opting instead to grab the lube off the bed so he can wet his fingers, once again shoving them inside Louis’ tight hole. He fingers Louis quickly again, and it takes even less time than before for Louis to reach his limit, voice crying and body screaming out through involuntary movements to come. The strain on his legs aches, but he manages to stay upright.
Again, Harry stops all action just as he knows Louis is about to finish, and he gets a pathetic, hoarse sob in return. “Daddy! Nonono, not again, please! Please let me come,” Louis whines breathlessly, body shaking and exhausted. “I-I need to come.”
“You need whatever the fuck I wanna give you,” Harry snaps back. He squirts more lube onto his hand, and uses it to slick up his cock, stroking it a few times to the sight of his disheveled angel. He wipes the excess onto the edge of the bed’s comforter, then presses himself up against Louis’ back. “Now I wanna give you this,” he accents it with a grind of his hips, hard cock rubbing against Louis’ back. “How’s that sound?”
Louis’ mouth waters. “Y-yes, Daddy. Want that so fucking bad. Want you to fuck me. But…”
“But what, Baby?”
Louis finally lets himself fall back against Harry’s chest, and again strong, tattooed arms wrap around him to hold his weight. “I can barely stand, please, h-help me Daddy.”
Maybe it’s wrong that helplessness makes Harry’s dick twitch, but he isn’t interested in dissecting it. “Of course Lou, Daddy’s got you.”
He uses his body to balance Louis’ as he reaches up to the rope, gently pulling it off the hook. Louis nearly collapses from the strain on his muscles, but Harry quickly catches him. He scoops Louis off his feet, carrying him bridal over to the bed. Subtly, Harry gives Niall a nod to switch views to the other camera on the other side of the bed.
Harry carefully lays Louis down on his back on the bed, and he settles himself on his side next to him. Louis’ body shivers from the overstimulation and unsatisfaction he’s ready experienced. His tied wrists are cradled onto his chest, and couple fresh tears sit on his flushed face.
“Lou,” Harry whispers, petting soothing circles onto his stomach. “Do you want me to take the rope off?”
With newly opened, twinkling blue eyes and in the softest, sweetest voice, Louis whispers, “Yes please, Daddy.”
Harry’s heart feels so full. His whole being has the urge to coddle Louis, to care for him delicately, despite what he’s already done. Carefully, He removes the binds, and kisses the red marks that cover Louis’ wrists. Slowly, Harry helps Louis turn over on his front, and he pulls one of the fluffy pillows below Louis’ hips, propping his red ass up perfectly.
“How about a little treat for being so good for me earlier? Hm? How does that sound?” Harry asks, getting on his knees at the end of Louis’ legs, hands softly petting his sore skin.
“But Daddy, inside—”
“All in due time, Baby,” Harry assures him.
Then, Harry leans down and licks a clean stripe from Louis taint, all the way up his ass, dipping his tongue inside his loose, wet hole. Louis gasps, grabbing the pillows above his head, and rolling his hips back into the feeling. Harry smiles, glancing to the camera for a moment, before diving right in. He licks all around, getting his tongue in as far as it will go, swirling around Louis’ winking hole.
“And you can come whenever you need, Lou,” Harry moans, continuing his movements.
Louis gasps again, reveling in the feeling of Harry’s wet tongue worshipping him. He rolls his hips in the same rhythm, pushing back onto Harry’s tongue, while his cock rubs against the silk sheets. He moans, and his cock drips as he humps the pillow, the feelings from before returning, this time with the promise of overflowing.
Harry moans, and the vibrations only make Louis whine and move faster, until the heat at the center of his tummy takes over, and he lets out a singular, long whine as his body pushes over. White heat fills him and he comes, cock squirting onto the pillows as he chases the feeling of Harry’s tongue.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, oh fuck, oh yes, yes, yes!” Louis sobs, fulling crying out with tears and all of it. Any sense of decorum is completely abandoned. His body shakes as it comes down from the high.
“Good boy, perfect boy, so fuckin good Lou,” Harry says softly. He kisses the handprints on Louis cheeks, then gets up on his knees, petting circles around Louis’ hips. “You’re so good, that was fucking hot, Baby. Just what you needed, yeah?”
“Yeah, almost,” Louis sobs. He turns back, eyes completely read and dripping with tears. The lights make them twinkle, look bluer than Harry’s ever noticed before. “Thank you, Daddy. But…”
“I know, Baby, I know what you need,” Harry coos. He grips his cock in his hand, stroking it a few times and slapping it over Louis’ ass, his own precum dripping on the pink skin. “I’ll give you what you need.”
Harry yanks Louis up by the hips, ass up and at the perfect level. He removes the dirtied pillow and throws it to the ground to join the torn apart clothes, then presses down on the center of Louis’ back. He takes his cock in his hand and guides it to Louis’ hole, sinking in slow, letting Louis feel every single inch. A high gasp escapes Louis, and his little hands grip the sheets tightly, knuckles turning white.
He feels overstimulated and full, and so fucking good. He’s dreamed of this moment, of getting fucked into a daze by Haz Demon, the man he’s come to know as Harry Styles, for longer than he’d care to admit. The pain stings, hole stretching to make a home for Harry’s cock, but it’s a good kind of pain, the best kind. Louis would do anything to have Harry inside him every day.
For his part, Harry finally lets himself fall into the pleasure of it all. He moans, deep and rough, sinking all the way in until his hips are flush against Louis’ ass. With a broken, stuttered voice, Harry checks in once again, “Oh fuck, you’re so fuckin’ tight, Baby. Feels so good. Color? Lemme fuck you—Color, color, color—”
“Green, green, green,” Louis mewls. “Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me like you want to.”
“Shit, yeah,” Harry moans. Finally, he starts to move, pulling out all the way to the tip, before forcing himself back in. He finds he loves the sound of their hips meeting, the hard slap, and he chases it.
He repeats his movements over and over again, slow but hard, loud and determined. When he hits Louis’ prostate, the boy lets out a loud swear, and Harry loses his own control. He finds that spot every time, thrusts picking up pace, picking up in intensity, grunting every time Louis clenches around him. And every time he nails his prostate, Louis cries, louder and louder, just what Harry wanted.
“Yes, yes, yes, right there Daddy, theretherethere,” Louis screams, voice deteriorating from the strain and volume. It’s everything Harry wanted.
He reaches under Louis’ body, feeling how his cock has sprung back to life from the stimulation on his prostate. Harry can also tell by the way Louis’ hips start to move his own that he’s ready for more, for the final push. And Harry very much wants to come, mark Louis as his own.
He pulls out and flips Louis onto his back in the center of the bed, not giving him a moment to complain before he’s shoving his cock back inside. Louis’ eyes go wide and he quickly wraps both his arms and legs around Harry’s body.
Their bodies are pressed so close together, rolling and moving in sync, fitting together like perfect puzzle pieces. Louis sobs with every hit to his prostate, and Harry licks up more of the tears. He pushes his hands onto the bed and lifts himself up to get a full view, looking down between their bodies where his dick fits perfectly inside, where Louis’ own pretty cock bounces and leaks between them. The stains of his earlier orgasm paint is tummy.
“You are so fucking perfect, Baby. You feel me inside?” Harry whines, grabbing Louis’ hand and pressing it to his tummy, where he can just barely feel the head of Harry’s cock pounding his insides.
Louis’ eyes roll back and he screams out. Every sound music to Harry’s ears. “Daddy! You’re so fucking big, so hard, best cock I’ve ever had. Make me feel so good!”
“Me too, Baby, ass so tight, wanna keep it all to myself. You’re such a good boy, fucking best,” Harry moans, eyes wide with awe. Louis looks so destroyed, dripping in sweat, red and pink covering almost every inch of his body, tears streaming down his face, hair a wild mess, and Harry has never seen a more beautiful sight.
He wants to completely overwhelm Louis. He wants to consume every part of him, body and soul. He wants more than what today is going to have to allow. Maybe it should scare him, maybe it should disgust him, but the thoughts only excite Harry even more.
Harry grabs Louis’ wrists and slams them onto the bed, trapping both hand under just one of his own. He brings the other one down, shoves the fingers in Louis’ mouth again, pressing down on his tongue until he chokes. “Who do you belong to?” He has no idea where the words come from, but Louis’ reaction of a gasp and clench of his ass says they’re the right ones. “Who owns you? Who owns this mouth, this ass, hmm?”
As soon as the fingers are removed from Louis’ mouth he’s screaming, “You! You, Daddy, youyouyou. I’m all yours! Every fucking part of me—”
A large, wet hand wraps around Louis’ throat and traps the words right inside. His eyes goes wide for a moment, then quickly settle, hooded and hazy. Harry looks down at the way Louis relaxes, letting Harry choke him, own him, control him. He lets go and Louis responds with several gasping breaths, that quickly settle into a smile.
“Shit, Baby, you’re so fucking hot, sexiest little minx, think I wanna…” think I wanna keep you. Harry slaps Louis’ cheek one more time instead of revealing those thoughts.
Harry’s thrusts pick up again, and Louis’ screams soften down into cries. He sobs as the heat builds once again, this time heavier than before, and with one particularly hard and direct his to his prostate, Louis comes.
“Daddy! Y-Yeah, oh my god!” Louis sobs all the way through it, vision whiting out and blurring from all the tears that gather in his eyes.
Harry closes his eyes and grits his teeth. Louis’ ass clenches tight as his orgasm rocks through him, Harry pushing and pulling all the way, feeling as Louis finishing coming untouched.
“Good boy, my good, perfect boy,” He starts babbling, kissing all around Louis’ face, releasing his wrists from their hard grip, and he sits back on his knees. Harry’s own orgasm finally starts to take over, heat and tightness filling his entire body, crawling up his spine. “Perfect boy, all mine, all fucking mine. Lou, L-Lou, Baby.”
With the very last tiny ounce of sense in Harry’s mind, he grabs his cock and pulls out, just in time to only stroke it one time before he’s coming, all over Louis’ own spent cock and lower tummy. Harry shouts and his body twitches, head thrown back, moaning over and over again until he’s spilled every drop, marked Louis as his, for everyone watching their stream to see.
It’s not until the continued sounds of Louis’ sobs penetrate the static in his ears that Harry lets go of himself, taking a deep, hoarse breath. He looks down to see Louis crying into his hands, body shaking, clearly overwhelmed. Harry is quick to fall down and wrap Louis in his arms, cradling his sensitive body close, taking in every tremor and aftershock of their pleasure.
“Shh, it’s okay, you’re okay,” Harry whispers, kissing Louis’ cheek, over the tears that just can’t stop falling. “So good, so good, good for me, it’s okay baby, that was perfect, it’s okay, Daddy’s got you, perfect boy…”
Harry’s voice trails off.
Niall stops the live stream there, shaking himself out of his own heat and sweat. He lets the chat stay up, they usually do so they can read everything later. He looks over at the couple, shaking and holding each other. With a small smile, Niall pushes himself up, grabs a couple bottles of water and walks over to the side of the bed. Harry has Louis’s face hidden, protecting him from having to be seen in this state. Niall kneels down, tapping Harry on the shoulder with a bottle.
“Thanks mate,” Harry mumbles, taking them both in one hand.
“Great show, you’re both gonna love the feedback from everyone,” Niall says, patting Harry on the shoulder as he stands back up. “Take as much time as you need in here.”
“Will do.”
“Snack bars are in the drawer in the bedside table, and stuff to wash up with is in the bathroom behind me.”
“Got it.”
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Sure thing,” Harry says, tucking his face back into Louis’ hair. Once the door is closed, the two of them completely isolated, Harry starts to peel away. Not too far, but enough to resituate their bodies, with Louis laying on top of him. “Shhhhh, it’s over Louis. Come on back now.”
Louis still shakes, but the crying subsides slowly. Soon, he’s able to come out of the hiding spot behind his hands. Harry opens one of the bottles and tips it into Louis’ mouth, replenishing all of the fluids they used up earlier. Louis drinks slowly, tiredly, until his energy starts to return, and he opens his eyes.
He looks up at Harry, who smiles down at him, comfortingly, tenderly. If it weren’t for the fact that he got smacked around and just had two orgasms, Louis would be blushing from embarrassment.
“Ugh,” Louis groans, body sagging as all the tension finally leaves. “I can’t believe I got so emotional like that.”
Harry bites the inside of his cheek. “It’s okay, thought it was pretty sexy.”
“Yeah?” Louis asks shyly.
“Yeah,” Harry sighs, smiling sweetly down at him. “How’re you feeling now?”
Louis shrugs. “Everything aches, my eyes hurt, I’m surprised I still have a voice. I don’t think I can move just yet.”
“You don’t have to,” Harry says, rolling off the bed. He’s quickly stopped by Louis instinctually grabbing his hand. Harry smiles fondly and laces their fingers together briefly. “I’m going to be right back, just want to get some things to clean us up with.”
“Okay,” Louis says quietly.
Harry walks the short distance to the bathroom, where several towels in warm water, lotion, and wipes await him. He grabs an armful of everything and goes back to the bed. He sits on the edge and starts with the wipes, cleaning up all the dried come from himself and then Louis. It’s quiet as he moves, letting Louis’ heart settle and breathing join it in a peaceful pace. He uses the warm towels next, covering every one of Louis’ aching muscles in the water. Louis closes his eyes and hums as Harry works, the warmth turning to a nice biting cold once the cloth leaves his skin to the cold air.
Finally, Harry turns Louis over onto his stomach, and carefully, delicately, rub the lotion onto his skin. He goes over every place he left hitting marks earlier, secretly smiling at just how much he was able to leave.
It’s completely unprofessional to be thinking this way about Louis. Harry has never cared about marks being left before, in fact he probably never hit anyone that hard, didn’t care enough to want to mark them up. They were all for show. None of them were for him.
Not that Louis is for him. This is another livestream anyway. The fans picked this boy. They put Louis in his bed.
Thank god for that.
He’s broken out of his thoughts by a small hand grabbing his wrist, as Louis turns over onto his back, pulling Harry down so he’s laying next to him once again.
Louis hums, eyes sleepy but dry. “I hope it’s okay for me to say, and I’m, like, not sure how this is going to come off, but…that was the best scene I’ve ever done. Probably the best sex I’ve ever had too.”
Harry’s eyes fill with light, as does his heart. “Honestly? I think that’s true for me too, on both fronts. I, um, fuck I don’t know. I felt something between. Electric you know?”
“Oh yeah? At which point?” Louis asks with an amused smirk.
“When you sat at my table at the bar.”
Louis bites back an all too excited smile, turning his face away.
A comfortable silence washes around them. Minutes go by, the beating of each other’s hearts keeping them both calm.
“You should have come inside me, though.”
If Harry were still drinking his own water he would have choked. “Fucking hell, Louis.”
“What? It would have made a much better ending.”
“Yeah but,” Harry lets out a fond laugh. “Well it would have taken far too much clean up for you.”
“What does that matter?”
“Maybe I want to take you to dinner and I didn’t feel like waiting for you to clean every crevice of your body before we go.” Harry states with a pointed smirk of his own.
Louis opens his mouth but quickly closes it.
“That’s what I thought,” Harry says confidently, throwing his hands up behind his head.
Another minute passes, and then once again in a soft voice, Louis asks, “Like…a date kind of dinner?”
Wistfully, with all thoughts of past partners and whatever cultures he’s dealt with before pushed aside. “Yeah, Lou, definitely a date kind of dinner.”
“Well,” Louis takes a deep breath. He sits up and turns around, crawling up Harry’s chest on all fours until they’re face to face. “I mean, we can definitely do that…but would you mind terribly if we just went to my place and ordered in? My whole body is way too sore for an actual outing or anything right now, and you can meet my cat!”
“You have a cat?”
“Yes! His name is Bon Bon!”
“That’s so fucking cute,” Harry says with a laugh, leaning up to give Louis a chaste kiss. “Ordering in sounds great.”
“Great,” Louis sighs. He smiles into another kiss, resting his body down on Harry’s.
Neither of them is quite ready to leave yet. The room smells like sex and them, and maybe it should be gross, but neither seems to care. Harry wraps his arm around Louis’ shoulder, kisses the top of his head. He starts to make a mental list of the places they could order from, as they sit with two un-operating cameras sitting around them. Like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
Louis kisses Harry’s hand. Like it’s the most normal first date in the world.
But Harry hasn’t exactly spent one part of his adult life being normal about anything. Who says you can’t find your soulmate through a porn popularity poll? Boring, mean people, that’s who.
Harry kisses Louis’ cheek again, nuzzling his nose against the same spot. Their heartbeats fade into one. It doesn’t need to be normal, it’s nice.
FIN