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Being surrounded by rich older men all day was one of Louis’ favorite pastimes. It also just so happened to be his job whenever he didn’t have classes.

At first, the idea of working as a beverage cart girl at a country club was just a joke, but then his friends entertained the idea so much that during a wine night, he submitted an application. In all honesty, he didn’t expect to get a response, considering the position was traditionally held by women. As luck would have it, the particular club he applied to was looking to hire a man to test the waters.

His friends teased him about his pretty privilege when his first week of work went well enough that he was hired for good. The tips he made were insane, to say the least, and having men flirt with him all day was just a nice bonus. He loved DILFs, sue him. 

That, plus the bonus of flexible hours was perfect for coordinating his classes while still in school. He couldn’t risk fucking up in only his third year of law school. They wouldn’t hesitate to kick him out.

“Hello, boys! Anyone need anything?” He slowly pulled his cart next to the group of golfers, making sure he was posed in a way that always garnered attention. 

Two of the men approached him, already pulling out their wallets in preparation, “Well if it isn’t our favorite cart girl. How are you today my darling Louis?” Howard was a regular around the golf course, never failing to chat Louis up and give generous tips.

“I’m great, even better now that I’ve run into you guys,” a mascara-coated eyelash dropped into a wink, encouraging the man, “The usual?” 

He prided himself on memorizing the drink orders of the club members who visited often. The other girls were amazed at the ability, even though it was literally their job. He hated thinking this way, but most of them were such airheads that he was shocked they still had a job.

“Yes please sweetheart,” Lance spoke up from beside his business partner, already handing over the money, “As usual, keep the change.”

Louis shot him an impish smirk, moving to begin making their drinks - a whiskey sour for Howard, and scotch on the rocks for Lance. Just from the pair, he racked up sixty dollars in tips, one of the perks of being a favorite among the members. 

“How’s school going?” Howard asked, watching Louis closely as he fixed the drink.

The chilled glass is passed over to the man, Louis quickly beginning on Lance’s, “It’s going well, thank you for asking. How’s the firm?”

“I’m living the dream, so I can’t complain too much. Just a reminder that the offer is still on the table to come and work for me once you graduate,” He mimics Louis’ wink from earlier, humming in appreciation when he sips the drink.

“I’ll keep it in mind. Need anything else before I get going?” With a subtle movement, he arches his back, getting into position to drive away.

“We’re all good, see you later sweetheart!” Lance calls while he makes his way back over to the group, Howard shouting his assent, blowing Louis a playfully exaggerated kiss.

A ding sounded from his Apple Watch. He peeks down to see a text from Niall, also catching the time. There was only an hour left of his shift, and he desperately needed it to go by faster so he could get home and study.

Do you want to study with me when you get home? I’ll go pick us up Chipotle if you do ;)

I get off work in an hour so you’ll have to wait a bit. That gives you plenty of time to go pick up our food though. See you soon <3

Niall sent an enthusiastic response, and Louis was feeling grateful that his commute back to campus was only about twenty minutes. He could feel his stomach rumble with the reminder that he didn’t have lunch or breakfast today, unable to find time between class and work to eat. Soon he would figure out a plan to change that or else he’d get hangry and start snapping at people. 

Another group of men waved him over, accompanied by catcalls from some of the regulars he knew would tip him well. With his perfectly practiced smile, he was off, ready to flirt his way into cold hard cash.

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The club was swarming with members the following Sunday. Those tend to be the busy days of the week. He’d only been there for two hours and had already made four hundred dollars in tips, and there were still five hours of his shift left. He was wearing his lucky skirt today, so maybe that was helping his case. At least it was worth his while considering how cold it was outside, his only saving grace was the multiple layers of tight clothing he wore on top.

Usually, he wasn’t one to party, but the night prior was in celebration of Thanksgiving break. That led him to have a hangover while working. An ever-present migraine was throbbing in the front of his skull, not helped by the blinding sun that seemed to be praying for his downfall. But alas, he persisted, as his friend Layla told him, “Get that bag bitch, and milk those rich men for all they’re worth.” Strangely enough, it was very motivating.

The second he pulled off to the side of the golf course to take a quick water break his walkie-talkie went off. Groaning to himself, he lifted it to respond.

“Sorry, can you repeat that please?” 

“Harry Styles is here, so I need everyone on their best behavior. I don’t care if he asks for some crazy request, do whatever you can to get it done. Got it guys?” It was his boss, Shannon. The woman was slightly terrifying and comparable to an Amazonian warrior when stomping around in her high heels. She liked him though, so he tried not to worry.

“Got it, boss,” Louis responded, already preparing to deal with this Harry Styles character.

He’d never met the man, but he sure had heard of him. The girls had gushed about his good looks and charm before for what felt like hours. In addition to that, he was the most sought-after bachelor in Greenwich. It was a shock that a thirty-two-year-old man in Greenwich wasn’t married with children.

Then there was his money. According to the girls, his net worth was halfway to a billion, which was probably an exaggeration, but Louis had yet to fact-check that. He glanced at his watch to see his coworkers in their group chat going insane at the announcement of his arrival. Most of them weren’t even in town, so only Louis and the other girl on duty had the possibility of interacting with him. Evidently, he also owned a large portion of the club and put a lot of money into it.

All of the other cart girls were from around here, knowing anything and everything about the members. The men all had beautiful trophy wives to flaunt in the public eye, not hesitating to let the ladies spend their money as they pleased. Apparently, that was mostly to do with the fact that the men were unfaithful, but funnily enough, so were the women. Louis will never understand rich people.

As he drove around the course he kept an eye out, which wouldn’t help due to him having no idea what Harry Styles looked like. He did know his age though, and for the most part, it was the older club members in attendance today, so maybe it wouldn’t be too hard. For a second he was tempted to text the girls asking for a picture, but he refused to be written up for being on his phone.

While conjuring a made-up face in his mind for the infamous Harry Styles, he was called over by a group. Slowly but surely he made his way there, money making smile and all.

“Earl! It’s been so long, how have you been?” Earl actually was one of his favorites, not one he ever had to put on a show with like some of them.

“I’ve been  splendid, Louis, and what about you?” The dark haired man approached him, leaning an arm on the side of the golf cart as he spoke.

“I’m so happy to hear that, and I’ve been good, thank you for asking. What can I do for you?” It was no surprise that he knew Earl's order, but he had to wait and see what his buddies wanted. This group was one that always switched it up on him, but per usual he adapted well.

“There’s someone I want you to meet,” The older man turns his upper body away from Louis, cupping a hand around his mouth to yell, “Hey Styles, come over here!” 

Styles. As in, Harry Styles. At least that’s what he assumed because that surely was not a common last name. There was a nervous tension in his bones, however he was not sure why. The only time he’d ever been nervous on the job was his first day, and even then the anxiety didn’t last long. Looking down at himself carefully, he straightens out his skirt and turtleneck accordingly, trying to look as presentable as possible.

The grin he crafted so artfully nearly slipped off his face at the sight of the man approaching. Harry Styles being described as “good-looking” was the understatement of the century. He was an adonis, with his towering height and muscular build, he demanded attention whether it was intentional or not. Striking green eyes stood out amongst his sharp facial features, accented by a shadow of stubble along his jaw and upper lip. His hair was styled neatly, but Louis could spot a few curls peeking through. A simple cream colored sweater was tucked into a pair of forest green slacks, still managing to show off his toned physique.

“Louis, this is Harry Styles. Harry, this is Louis, the best cart girl around,” He reached down to squeeze Louis’ bicep, but all the younger man could focus on was Harry.

The glove on the man’s right hand slipped off smoothly, extending to Louis in greeting, “It’s nice to meet you, Louis. You must be new, I’ve never seen you around here before.” Within the short introduction, Louis learned two things. One, the girls were spot on about his effortless charm. Two, Harry had the sexiest voice he’d ever heard. 

“It’s nice to meet you as well Mr. Styles,” A jolt of electricity shot up his arm when their skin touched, Harry’s larger hand squeezing his firmly. He thought of several other places he would like those hands to be, “Would you like anything?” 

Radiating off of him was the scent of wealth. Not money, wealth. To Louis, there was a stark difference, no matter what Niall tried to tell him. Many of the club members smelt ‘rich,’ and acted that way as well, not Harry though. These other men had money, but Harry possessed an air of power without putting any effort. They couldn’t achieve it even if they tried their entire lives.

“I’ll have a gin and tonic, please. Think you can handle it?” The mirth swimming in his sage green eyes and the accompanying smirk made it clear that he was joking. More so there was an underlying implication there. One that almost pulled a moan out of Louis.

He took a deep breath to ground himself, straightening his spine and keeping up his smile, “There’s nothing I can’t handle.” If he wasn’t in front of the new object of his wet dreams he’d smack himself on the head.

Amid their fiery eye contact, Earl spoke up, “This guy loves his cocktails. The rest of us will be having whisky please.”

That was another distinction between Harry and the others. They would always order drinks such as whisky or some other pretentious one to make them feel rich. Harry didn’t need that, and to be honest, Louis liked it when a man wasn’t too stuck up to enjoy a nice cocktail.

Needing to take a break from Harry’s penetrating stare, he busied himself with the drinks. He stood carefully from the cart to move towards the back, flipping down the built-in tray to give him a flat surface. Six cups were placed down neatly with a few ice cubes, and in quick succession, the amber liquid flowed from the bottle Louis tilted upside down. Earl didn’t hesitate before grabbing his own, taking a sip and whistling loudly.

“Perfect, I’m gonna take these over to the boys. As always, keep the change,” Earl thrusts down a wad of cash, not bothering to count it before wandering off with the drinks.

If someone were to ask Louis if he popped his hip out more than usual to get Harry’s attention, he would deny it until his last breath. He could feel those green eyes on him though, so he had no intentions of stopping unless asked. 

Truthfully, he wanted to take his time with the drink just to get more time with the man, but time is money and he had to get going if he wanted those tips. The bottles clinked together as he whipped out his ingredients, successful in his mission to not let his hands shake too much.

“Would you like it shaken?” Harry had moved closer now, allowing Louis to use their height difference to his advantage by peering up at the man from under his hooded eyes.

“No thank you,” The man propped himself on the side of the cart, almost leaning down as he watched the younger man closely, “I like your decorations. They’re just about as pretty as you are,” He was referring to the fake vines and white roses Louis had embellished his cart with after he told his boss it was boring.

His airways were compromised momentarily, willing himself to calm down before he said something stupid, “Thank you, it was feeling a bit dull to me. It took a good bit of convincing, but I usually end up getting what I want.” After pouring the drink, he tops it off with a lime on the rim, looking good enough that he almost took a sip for himself.

“Hm, I think I would have a hard time saying no to you as well,” His large hand reached for the drink, green eyes never leaving Louis’ as he took a sip. Of course, he decided to swipe his tongue over his lips after tasting the drink, leaving Louis weak in the knees, “Earl was right, you are the best cart girl. Thank you very much, keep the change.”

Louis didn’t even notice when the man’s free hand grasped his gently to lay the money in his palm, “It was my pleasure, Mr. Styles.” 

A voice could be heard shouting Harry’s name in the distance, breaking Louis from his spell, “Looks like I better get back out there. I hope to see you around again Louis, have a nice day.” Instead of turning his back right away, he slowly walked backward, winking at Louis for good measure.

“You as well,” Louis had to turn away first, or else he would be left standing there all night.

A deep breath was released that he hadn’t realized he was holding. He put away his supplies hastily, needing to get a move on to tend to other members. There was a chance that he was crazy, but he swears he could still smell Harry’s scent lingering in the air. 

The phrase “jaw-dropping” was often used to refer to someone’s attractiveness, but Louis had another one made just for the man. Harry was knee-dropping. He earned the title after he left Louis wanting to drop to his knees and please the man in any way he saw fit. God forbid he ever said that out loud to Niall it would surely follow him to his grave. 

He was torn between wanting to follow the man around to be at his beck and call, or never having the desire to see him again in fear of losing his job. All of the professionalism vanished from Louis’ body when he interacted with Harry, but he wasn’t ready to let go of this good-paying job. That reminded him to put his money away, only now seeing the hundred dollar bill left for a fourteen dollar drink. Holy shit. That’s an eighty-six dollar tip. 

Later that night, he arrived home and screamed into his pillow when he flopped onto his mattress. This prompted Niall to appear in his doorway with a concerned look on his face. A beer was being nursed carefully in his hand, blue eyes glassy from the alcohol.

“Um… Are you okay?” It came out quietly like he was scared of spooking Louis.

Louis dramatically flipped over to stare at his roommate, “I met the love of my life at work, but he’s a club member so it’s forbidden.” He whined loudly, jutting his bottom lip out in faux distress.

“Shit Lou, you had me worried. Thought someone died or something,” The boy groaned, strolling over to plop himself onto the mattress, “So, tell me about this guy you wanna fuck.” 

“Ni he’s the sexiest person I’ve ever met. I want to be his trophy wife he shows off, and have all his babies, and be at his beck and call twenty-four seven,” All he received in return was an unimpressed stare, his friend rolling his eyes at the antics.

“It’s a good thing you don’t have ovaries, or else I’m convinced you would be pregnant just from this guy looking at you. What’s his name, and his net worth?” A hand made its way to stroke through his hair when Niall laid Louis’ head in his lap.

“That’s the thing! It’s not even about the money at all. He just has this air about him that had my brain going haywire. Had I been in his presence for about five more minutes my panties probably would’ve dropped all on their own,” He ignores the gag Niall lets out, continuing with his moaning, “Even his name is hot- Harry Styles. The girls said- Niall, what the hell?!” The beer in his friend's mouth had been spit out, consequently dripping on him in the process.

Immediately he sat up and smacked the man’s bicep, glaring at a shell-shocked Niall, “What? Why do you look like that?”

“Do you even know who Harry Styles is?” Louis didn’t get the chance to speak, only shaking his head before Niall continued, “Well, he’s a rich mother fucker worth probably about four hundred million, if not more. He’s been in Forbes Magazine more times than I can count- Oh! And he’s friends with so many celebrities, including, wait for this, Stevie Nicks. You have to hop on that dick before it’s too late.” 

For a moment Louis sat in place speechless, unable to process all the information being given to him, “How do you know all this?” 

“It’s not like it’s private news, everyone knows this. Styles and my dad are acquaintances and have known each other since like middle school,” Ah yes, Louis often forgets how rich Niall is himself, “I didn’t even know he came back to Greenwich. For a while, he was living in New York City overseeing some sort of investment he was a part of. I am not gay, but I can confidently say that he is a handsome guy and you should snatch him up.”

“Fuck, I can’t see him again. He called me pretty and it took everything in me not to drop straight to my knees. Is he like that with everyone?” He rubs his hands down his face, feeling his cheeks heat up at the memory.

“Not that I know of. The guy has been single forever, and he’s not out hooking up with a lot of people. Trust me, if he was, that news would get around fast. Probably because he’s always working,” Niall ponders to himself, looking off in contemplation as if trying to conjure up any recollection of gossip on the man.

“Did I mention he left an eighty-six dollar tip on a fourteen-dollar drink? I want to suck his dick so bad,” While the man didn’t have any children, he still possessed major DILF energy and that was Louis’ type.

His friend flicked him on the ear, grimacing at Louis’ vulgar confession, “Okay, that’s more than I need to hear. I’m so serious, if you don’t get on that right now I’ll move out.”

“No you won’t,” It’s true, Niall would never. His family had plenty of money so he wouldn’t need a roommate, yet he chose to have one because he didn’t want to get lonely.

“Yeah, you’re right. Would you be willing to break the rules for him? Aw, this could be your own Romeo and Juliet,” A finger prods at Louis’ cheek, earning a slap from the smaller boy.

“You know they both die in the end right?” He glared at his friend, watching Niall shrug like it didn’t matter, “I want to. I want to so badly, but I can’t lose this job. He’ll just have to live in my wet dreams from now on and we can just flirt.”

Niall remains silent, wrapping an arm around Louis’ shoulders and rocking him back and forth, “Fifty bucks says you bone him within a month. Ow!” 

As much as Louis didn’t want to admit it, there was a fifty-fifty chance he would give in. He wasn’t known for his self-control when it came to hot men, and Harry probably wasn’t an exception. Flirting would get him through this. He could behave for the sake of his job.

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For a while, boredom was beginning to consume Louis.

Everyone was away with it being Thanksgiving break, including all of his friends. His family was understanding of his decision to hang back and make some extra money, especially with people tending to tip more around the holidays. According to his boss, the club would be swamped on the day after Thanksgiving. Apparently, a lot of them needed the day after to unwind from spending time with their families.

True to her word, the course was crawling with people, ultimately curing his boredom. He was mildly embarrassed that he subconsciously kept an eye out for a specific person he met a few days ago. Images of Harry flashed through his brain following the day of their meeting, constantly taunting him at random. It was becoming hard to focus in class when all he could think of was the older man.

A few hours into his shift he had slowly begun to lose hope, but alas, a wave out of the corner of his eye brought him to the man invading his dreams. He spent the short drive over mentally preparing himself to speak with Harry, ensuring that he wouldn’t make a complete ass of himself. 

For a split second, his smile faded when he noticed Harry with a woman. Niall said he wasn’t seeing anyone, but maybe he was just good at keeping his relationships on the down low. Either way, it wasn’t like anything was going to happen between them anyway. He should move on from that fantasy.

Today Harry stood out from the others, his bright salmon colored sweater sticking out from a mile away. He looked handsome as ever, a devilish grin settled into his features as Louis approached. 

“Hello Mr. Styles, how’s your day going?” His eyes flickered over to the woman who was texting away on her phone, utterly uninterested in what Harry was doing.

“It’s going well Louis,” Something in his stomach fluttered violently at the way Harry said his name, “I’m here with my sister and her husband getting in some quality family time. How was your Thanksgiving?” He held in a sigh of relief when finding out that the woman was just his sister, now feeling perfectly fine with possibly flirting.

“I just had a quiet night in since I didn’t go home to see my family. The Chinese place near me has sweet and sour chicken that is to die for.”

“Why didn’t you go see your family, if you don’t mind me asking?” There was a small frown on the man’s face, his thick eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

“Work. The money is always better around the holidays so I couldn’t resist it,” Louis wanted to kiss that frown right off his face, but also the steely look was somewhat attractive. 

Harry’s gloomy expression softened when he spoke, seemingly appeased by the answer, “That’s understandable. It might sound selfish, but I’m glad you’re here. Wasn’t sure if I’d get to see your sweet face, or your pretty little skirts.” His eyes zeroed in on Louis’ exposed thighs, the plush bottom lip rolling between his teeth.

“You’re a real charmer, Mr. Styles. What can I help you with today?” Steering the conversation elsewhere needed to be done or else Louis might do something stupid.

“Gin and tonic please, and a bottle of prosecco as well,” He moved to follow Louis when the younger man hopped out of the cart, rounding the side so they were in front of his makeshift bar.

“Coming right up!” With a practiced ease, he pulled his cups out, along with an overpriced bottle of prosecco valued at nearly one-thousand dollars. He would never understand paying that much for alcohol.

The man watched him in silence as he popped the cork, setting the bottle off to the side carefully. Mr. Styles seemed to be in deep concentration, leaving Louis slightly on edge wondering if he did something wrong. Deciding to ignore it, he scooped ice into the cup before reaching towards the ingredients.

“I have a proposition for you,” Louis’ movements faltered momentarily when Harry spoke up, wondering where the hell this might be going, “If you’re interested I’d like to make… An arrangement with you.” He trailed off like he was trying to find the best wording.

That could be code for about a hundred different things, but of course Louis was curious, “Okay, shoot.” His hands began trembling slightly while he poured the drink.

“I would like to take care of you,” That sounded like code for Harry offering to be Louis’ sugar daddy, and in response, Louis accidentally knocked over the cup he was working with.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry,” Hastily, he bent down to grab the glass and throw it somewhere on the cart, already starting on a new one, “Define arrangement please.” 

He made the mistake of looking up at the man, only to see him sporting a sly smirk, “I would like to spend time with you outside of the club, and also spoil you with whatever your heart may desire. How do you feel about that?”

He let the newly made drink sit on the tray, refusing to make the same mistake and accidentally spill it, “Um, unfortunately fraternizing with club members is strictly forbidden. This isn’t me rejecting you, trust me when I say the feeling is mutual and I’d like to see you outside of here, but I need this job. I’m sorry.” A sinking feeling made home in his chest, hating that he had to shoot Harry down all because of some silly rule.

“Don’t apologize, I understand. Personally, I feel like it’s a dumb rule, but I would never want to jeopardize your job. Just know that if you plan to leave any time soon, you’re more than welcome to reach out,” A wad of cash was placed into his hand, the man lifting it to press a kiss to Louis’ icy skin.

“Okay. Do you need anything else?” He hated how small his voice sounded, having to avert his eyes to the grass in an effort to avoid Harry seeing his sadness.

“We’re all good for now. And don’t worry, I’ll still make time to see my favorite cart girl as much as possible,” Harry gave him a soft smile before turning away and walking over to his sister.

The girl seemed excited when Harry approached, speaking to him only for her smile to disappear. She then looked over his shoulder and made eye contact with Louis. Not sure if she could even see him, he sent her a grin with as much strength as he could muster. 

It was time for his break now, and that seemed like the perfect time to head up to the clubhouse and whine to Niall about the events that took place. Harry was right, the rule was dumb and for a moment Louis hated his job. Obviously, he understood why it was in place, but he never thought he would ever want to break it. While he loved flirting with the men, there had never been one he was truly interested in.

Harry said he wanted to see him again, however, Louis wondered whether the man would go out of his way to speak to him. Would it be too awkward now? What if he didn’t believe Louis and thought the younger man was simply trying to let him down easy? He was torn between wanting to see Harry during every single one of his shifts and not wanting them to cross paths again. It was a silly little crush that he needed to squash down and ignore. From now on he would need to focus on his work and school to get his mind off of the situation.

A scream almost escaped him when he saw Harry still left him a hundred-dollar tip.

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The following week after the Harry incident was rough. Louis wallowed in self-pity and drank an entire bottle of wine the second he stepped into his apartment. Luckily for him, he had Niall by his side who let him stew in the dramatics. That changed when it hit the one-week mark.

“Okay, pity party is over. You need to catch a dick and get over him or else you never will. I think it’s finally time for you to download Grindr,” Louis had been lying in bed binge watching Kitchen Nightmares for five hours straight when Niall decided to barge into his room without knocking.

His friend strolled over to the windows and yanked the black out curtains, leaving Louis to nearly blinded by the sunlight, “Warn a guy, would you? And there is no way in hell I’m downloading Grindr. I’m not in the mood for unsolicited dick pics and guys on the down low who swear up and down they’re not gay. Give me one more week to sit in my feels.” 

“Absolutely not. Look, I get it, Harry’s a catch. But unless you’re willing to break the rules or quit your job it’s not happening, and not to sound like a dick but that’s on you. The guy was willing to be your sugar daddy so there wouldn’t be any point in working anymore!” He plopped down on the mattress and ripped the comforter off Louis’ body, earning a whine from his friend. 

“That was uncalled for,” An irritated glare is shot at Niall, probably because Louis knows it’s true, “And what will happen when he inevitably ends things? Then I’m stuck without a steady income and will be out on the streets.”

“You really should have majored in drama instead of law my God. If you save up the allowance he gives you then that can hold you over until you find a new job,” The boy was becoming fed up with Louis’ nonsense.

He let out an exaggerated sigh, sitting up to prepare himself to leave his bed for the first time all day, “I’m hungry, let’s go get lunch. We’ll get it to go through because I have to save my social battery for work later.” 

They walk to their favorite diner down the street, Niall being kind enough to pay for it all as “encouragement” to get Louis out of his funk. He was dreading work, not ready to possibly see Harry again. There had yet to be a run-in since last time, which worked well in Louis’ favor so he could recover.

His luck ran out though when he spotted Harry only thirty minutes into his shift. If he was less professional he would hit the gas and drive right by the group like they didn’t even exist, but the man had already spotted him. With the best fake smile he could muster, he approached the group slowly.

“Hello Louis, I hope your day is going well,” There wasn’t an ounce of awkward energy in Harry. Instead, he acted as if nothing had happened the week prior.

“It is, I hope yours is going well too. What can I get you today?” Feeling more comfortable now that there wasn’t any tension, he fluttered his eyelashes at the man enticingly.

“My usual, four whiskeys, and one bourbon on the rocks,” He watched Louis’ every movement intently, leaning against the cart to him as usual, “I’m hosting a charity gala soon, and I wanted to inform you that your name is on the list. You wouldn’t be coming with me, but if we just so happened to run into each other that would be nice.”

Why did Harry have to tempt him further? He swore he wouldn’t jeopardize Louis’ job, yet he is trying again to get with him outside the club, “Mr. Styles, I already informed you of why that can’t happen.” Avoiding Harry’s stare as best he can he begins pouring the drinks with a shaky hand.

“I am aware. Like I said, we wouldn’t be going together, so therefore there is no fraternization. We may or may not run into each other by some crazy coincidence, I can even grant you a plus one if you’d like. There is also a masquerade theme, meaning you can hide your identity,” He sounded so casual like he had planned out every last detail of this invitation.

Louis’ movements stopped momentarily, peering up at Harry hesitantly, “I think it’s safe to assume this will be a formal event, and I can’t afford formal wear at the moment. You may have that kind of money to throw around, but I’m a college student and don’t have that luxury.”

“Remember the other day when I said I wanted to take care of you? This falls into that category. I will give you my card to go shopping with, and you can get whatever you want. Like you said, I do have that sort of money to throw around. I just- I really would like for us to try this out,” The air of confidence he constantly held vanished, morphing into borderline desperation. His green eyes pleaded with Louis to say yes, and God if Louis didn’t want to immediately comply.

“So… you want to be my sugar daddy? Is this something you make a habit of?” That possibility hit him suddenly, and he wasn’t interested in sharing the man even if it was just casual.

Harry chuckled at the question, the light quickly coming back to his eyes, “I haven’t done anything of that nature before. There usually isn’t much time in my schedule for any sort of relationship, but I’m dialing back on the work for a bit. Being less hands-on with things might drive me insane, however, I’m trying new things in life and that is one of them. And yes, I suppose that’s what you could call it. I’m more than open to seeing if things go past that though.”

“You’re not worried that I’d run up your card and drain your bank account? Or that I’ll disappear once doing that?” The cogs in his brain were turning violently, trying to make sense of everything.

“Call me crazy, but I trust you. To me, it seems like you’re expecting this to somehow go south, or you think I’m going to use you and toss you aside,” Well fuck. Harry hit the nail right on the head with that hypothesis.

Louis sighs, turning to fully face the man, “I’m confused I guess? And I think there is some accuracy to your assumption. This would be new to me, and I don’t know how to go about it.”

“It would be new to me as well if that’s any consolation. We could figure it out together as we go, it doesn’t have to be stressful if you don’t make it stressful. Come to the gala, and if you’re not into it after that then we can pretend it never happened,” The sureness of his voice was all the convincing Louis needed, feeding off the man’s confidence.

“Okay, I’ll go. I would like a plus one though in case we don’t run into each other,” Harry’s smile was bright enough to cure cancer, causing Louis’ lips to upturn, “Where can I find formal wear though? I’ve never had any experience with these types of events so I’m a bit lost on that part.”

“Do you have a piece of paper and pen?” He moved quickly to get the man what he needed, hands still quivering from the turn of events, “You can pick out whatever you want as long as it’s formalwear. A tux is what I will be wearing, but in my opinion, I would love to see you in a gown if you’re comfortable with that. I’m making a list of a few stores I know of, and obviously, you can use the card for travel expenses as well. Also, I’m including details of the event, along with my personal assistant’s contact information if you have any further questions. I assume messaging each other is considered fraternization as well.”

A slip of paper was handed over to him, and he had to admire Harry’s stunning penmanship for a moment, “Are you sure about this?” Next, a black credit card was placed in his palm. Of course, Harry had a fucking black card.

“I am, are you?” The man stepped close enough so the tips of their feet were touching, both of them having to crane their necks to hold eye contact.

“Yes,” There wasn’t a hint of hesitation in his voice, now entirely on board with Harry’s plan.

“Perfect. I’ll be out of town on business, so I won’t be able to see you until the gala. There’s no doubt in my mind that you will be the most beautiful one there. Also, I will send a car to pick you up,” He lifts a hand to brush a stray piece of fringe behind Louis’ ear, sending a fluttering sensation through Louis.

“Let’s just hope I don’t make a fool of myself,” That was his biggest fear when thinking ahead. Scared that he might do something stupid enough to be laughed at or even kicked out.

The expression on the man’s face was the softest Louis had ever seen it, more than likely attempting to soothe Louis’ nerves, “You won’t, don’t stress yourself out okay? Oh, by the way, you can call me Harry.”

“I think we both know you prefer it when I call you Mr. Styles,” A groan is what he receives in response, Harry’s pupils expanding at Louis’ teasing.

“You’re unreal. I should probably get back out there, but I’ll see you in two weeks.”

Louis gave his farewell, watching as Harry managed to balance the drinks on his walk back to the group. He isn’t shocked to find an outrageous tip, instead, his eyes focus on the credit card that was handed to him. It probably wouldn’t take too much convincing from Niall to come with him, and he desperately needed his friends' bluntness with him. This was going to be a long two weeks.

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The day of the gala brought on a bundle of nerves so big that Louis felt like he could throw up at any second. On the other hand, he was excited to see Harry again and to show off the beautiful gown he’d gotten. It took a fair amount of convincing from Niall to purchase the garment, because he wasn’t even sure what the price was.

They had taken the trek to New York City for their shopping trip since there were so many vast options to choose from. With Niall growing up rich, it made things a lot easier for Louis. He knew all the right stores to search for something that would be fitting for Louis’ taste. 

There was a boutique in one of the upper-class parts of the city, and needless to say, it was intimidating. Meanwhile, Niall was in his element as he dragged Louis through what felt like a hundred stores like he owned the place. 

The amount of dresses he tried on was a bit ridiculous and time consuming. He stopped counting once he hit thirty. The particular boutique they had entered was full of ‘vintage’ designer pieces, ranging from Gucci to Chanel, and anything else you could think of. 

“Niall, why do none of these have price tags on them?” Louis shouted from inside the dressing room, struggling to zip up the white mermaid style dress his friend picked out.

After his fight with the garment, he stepped out, walking over to the platform surrounded by brightly lit mirrors. Of course, Niall had insisted on a Pretty Woman style try on. He sat on the couch gulping down champagne while Louis was sweating his ass off in the hot dressing room.

“Because rich people don’t need to look at price tags. Julia, can you get the clamps please so we can see it when it’s form fitting?” Niall stands, dramatically studying the gown from every angle possible.

“That ‘eat the rich’ motto seems very fitting right now. And, I’m not a fan of this, I feel like I’m about to get married. And I’d like some sort of sparkle to it, this is too boring,” He stares into the mirror, taking note of the plain satin fabric.

Julia comes back with clothing clamps, going behind Louis and taking in the extra fabric to help it fit Louis properly, “I’d hold off on that considering you sound like all the spoiled rich girls I grew up with. Hm, honestly you’re resembling Veruca Salt right now.”

“I am not! Julia, my darling, would you mind escorting Niall off the premises? He’s harassing me and I just can’t have that right now,” The girl just laughed at them, stepping away once the material was secured.

“I think I know something that might be tailored more to your style. Would you like me to get it for you?” Julia asked quietly, probably too scared to butt into the conversation. He could only imagine the awful people she’s had to deal with here.

“Yes, please. Niall seems to know nothing despite growing up in this environment. Aren’t rich people supposed to have taste?” 

The pair bickered back and forth about Niall’s taste in clothing, or lack thereof according to Louis. All the nerves Louis had been feeling were slithering into him full force, making a home in his brain that was about to turn into a migraine. Thankfully, his best friend would be in attendance with him. Apparently, he was already invited because of his father, so it’s a win-win.

Julia appeared in front of them, putting an end to their incessant squabbling, “I hung it up in the dressing room for you Mr. Tomlinson.”

“Julia, please call me Louis. ‘Mr. Tomlinson’ makes me feel old,” He requested, stepping carefully off the pedestal with her assistance. Not only was the dress awful, but it was a nightmare to walk in.

When he stepped back in, he caught sight of the gown Julia had brought. His breath stuttered in his throat at the sight. With as much speed as he could muster, he threw the clamps to the floor and wiggled out of the monstrosity. 

The dress was far more simple to slip into, not even requiring a zipper of any sort. It fit like a glove against his slim figure, hugging his curves effortlessly. The neckline dipped into a V, dropping down to connect to the thin belt running across his waist. Hues of baby blue were scattered throughout, strips of sequins glimmering in the fluorescent lights. The fabric was sheer but not enough so to see everything underneath. His favorite part was the open back with the material loosely dripping at the bottom of his spine. Sitting down might be an issue considering he didn’t necessarily want any part of his ass to be on display at the event. Small floral appliqués lined the sleeves that fell on his shoulders, adding a bit of character to it.

The color complimented his tan complexion and brought out the bright blue of his eyes. He never wanted to take it off. Wearing a gown was something he always wanted to do, but never had an occasion that required it. Words couldn’t describe how beautiful he felt at that moment.

Walking was much easier compared to the last one as he made his way back out. When he stepped out, his eyes immediately went to Niall, whose jaw was virtually on the floor. Julia wore a similar expression, with her hands covering her mouth with glee. 

“Oh you look beautiful,” She gasped, clapping her hands together lightly.

“Holy shit, Lou. This is it, this is the one. I don’t care if I have to force you into it, you will be wearing this without a doubt,” Louis had never seen his friend so serious, which pulled a giggle out of him.

Julia helped him onto the platform, giving him a better view of it in the well-lit mirrors, “Trust me, I made my decision before I walked out here that this is the one I want. I think I already have a pair of shoes that will match.”

“No way. You have a black card in your possession and we will use it accordingly. With all the stress you’ve been under at school, you deserve to treat yourself!” Niall stood up with another champagne flute in hand, moving over to hand it to Louis.

“Okay fine. Can we hurry up though? I’m fucking starving.”

“We will be going somewhere fancy so prepare yourself,” He slaps Louis’ ass, walking away cackling to himself.

No matter how much Niall attempted to convince him to hire a team of stylists for hair and makeup, he flat out refused. By no means was he a professional makeup artist, but he had some tricks up his sleeves. The trick in question was to just keep it simple, and that’s what he did when he carefully applied a shade of eyeshadow that matched his dress, along with a coat of mascara that Niall claimed made his eyes pop.

True to his word, Harry sent a car to pick them up. His friend spent the entire ride giving him a rundown of what the event would be like, and it failed at calming him down. Two flutes of Prosecco were downed with an impressive speed, causing Niall to look at him in concern.

The exterior of the venue was imposing, and Louis didn’t doubt that the inside would be less so. He clutched onto Niall’s arm for support due to his shaky legs. In the past he had worn heels, but never any this high. There was a lot of practice put into them so he could lessen his chances of falling flat on his face in front of some of the richest people on the East Coast.

Of course, Louis’ assumption was correct about the interior. White marble flooring made his shoes click with each step, including the massive staircase in the middle of the entrance. Everything was enhanced by details painted in gold, with a beautiful renaissance style mural on the ceiling. 

All of the guests were dressed impeccably, flaunting the fact that they had endless amounts of money to spend. Various masquerade masks covered their faces, making it hard to show their true identity. Also, Louis didn’t know anyone, so maybe he was biased.

“See, the rich people are acting normal. Well, at least for now. The night is still young I suppose,” He let Louis’ arm fall, allowing him to get comfortable on his own.

Niall seemed to know exactly where he was going as he led Louis to where everyone was. Although, it wouldn’t shock Louis if he had been there before. Clearly, he was out of shape judging by how out of breath he was once they finally ascended the stairs. In his defense, there was an unnecessary amount of them (in his opinion.)

The main hall where the gala was being held had bile rising in Louis’ throat. There had to have been at least a hundred people in attendance, most of them mingling in the free spaces between tables. He had never felt so out of place in his entire life, and that’s saying something considering he worked at a country club flooded with rich people.

His eyes searched for any sign of Harry, but he worried that he wouldn’t be able to recognize the man with a mask on. Well, that’s probably not accurate considering how much he had studied the man’s physique over time.

“Is that Harry over there?” The question caused Louis to possibly give himself whiplash with the speed he turned his head.

Niall was pointing across the room to a man in a suit that was the exact color as Louis’ dress. If that was Harry and they managed to coincidentally match, Louis’ brain might self-destruct. The suit was a similar style to one seen in the eighteenth century, and it almost annoyed Louis at how well he pulled it off. 

“Go see if it’s him,” Niall nudges him in the man’s direction, meanwhile Louis was paralyzed where he stood.

The man was at the bar, leaning on it as he spoke with an older gentleman. Louis sort of felt like he wasn’t here mentally, his anxiety taking full control of his mind and going into flight mode. Acting like a functioning adult was difficult at the moment.

“What if it’s not him though and I start talking to some random man for no reason? And then the random man thinks I’m some creep? Then what, Niall?” He hissed, the bitchy side effect of his anxiety coming in full force. 

“You don’t have to say anything Lou, just casually slide up beside him and order a drink. If it’s him he’s bound to know your voice right now, and your eyes are still visible and I’m sure those are recognizable enough,” His friend's voice was still encouraging despite Louis snapping at him. He really couldn’t ask for a better friend.

Niall rubbed his back softly, soothing him well enough to calm down, “Okay, you’re right. Sorry for snapping, I’m nervous as fuck and you know how I get when that happens.”

“Oh trust me, I know. No matter what, I’m right over here. That’s mostly why I came tonight, but also for the upscale wine they serve at these things,” They laugh together at him, loosening Louis up enough to gather his nerve.

“Here goes nothing,” With a deep breath and newfound confidence, he struts to the bar with his head held high.

As he approached, he’s almost one hundred percent positive that the man was Harry. In the event that it’s not him though, Louis stands about five feet away, but still close enough to be within earshot. He doesn’t stare when he gets there, not wanting to seem like a stalker in case anyone was watching.

“How can I help you?” The bartender asks, leaning on the surface to hear him.

“A Paloma please,” It was his favorite drink in the whole world ever since Niall made him one during one of their drunken nights in the apartment. He spoke loud enough for the people around him to hear, almost thinking that he might have been too loud.

While he was overthinking his actions, a hand was placed on the small of his back. As casually as possible, he turns to his side only to see a man who was not Harry. But he also wasn’t wearing the suit that he thought the suspected man was in.

Although it wasn’t Harry, the mystery man also had green eyes, “Hello, I’m Sam, it’s nice to meet you.” He stepped back to extend a hand to Louis, eyes drifting down his body, “Are you here alone?” It was clear what he was asking as they shook hands.

“Louis, it’s nice to meet you as well. And no, I’m here with someone,” The response was left vague enough to hopefully get the message across that Louis didn’t want him. If Harry wasn’t in the picture then Louis would more than likely be interested, but today wasn’t the day for that.

“That’s unfortunate, I was going to ask for a dance later on. So, where is your date-“ Another voice swiftly cut him off, accompanied by a hand on Louis’ waist.

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Harry. Louis would know that deep drawl anywhere, and thankfully it came to his rescue when he needed it most, “Come with me, I need you for something.”

Louis wasn’t given a chance to say goodbye to Sam as he was whisked away into a hidden alcove outside of the room. It was dark and entirely private, giving them the chance to speak freely.

“What a crazy coincidence that we ran into each other,” Harry says slyly, his hand putting pressure on Louis’ waist.

They were almost chest to chest now, and it brought out a flush in Louis’ cheeks that hopefully wasn’t visible, “Crazy indeed. To be honest I wasn’t sure I would find you in the huge crowd.”

“I would have found you easily. Even with your face covered I could spot you a mile away Louis,” The way Harry said his name made his legs weak, leaving him to feel a smidge pathetic from the reaction, “Would you like to get some fresh air? It’s feeling a bit stuffy in there.”

“Yeah, sure,” The man could ask Louis to walk with him to Japan and he would say yes without hesitation. It was probably concerning how he complied with Harry so easily, but that felt like a thought for another time.

Harry smiled and reached for his hand to pull him along. There was no way Louis couldn’t fixate on the size difference of their hands, filling his mind with scenarios that he would keep to himself until the grave.

They walked further down the corridor, leading them to a secluded staircase out of sight from their fellow guests. The lack of lighting was creepy in a way, but Louis trusted him to lead the way. Silence filled the space, giving Louis time to imagine what might occur once the pair reached their destination. Four flights of stairs later they found themselves in a small room filled with statues that were covered in plastic.

This was much more unsettling compared to the dimly lit stairwell. He’d seen too many horror movies with this exact scene, which undoubtedly ended with a character biting the dust. Across the room was a wall crafted entirely out of windows, showcasing the moonlit sky outside. Double doors greeted them when they approached, Harry reaching out with his free hand to open it.

The night air littered Louis’ skin with goosebumps, but also it could have been caused by Harry moving to grip his waist once more when they stepped onto a balcony. The man brought Louis to rest against the cement railing, standing close enough to where Louis could feel their breaths mingling.

“As pretty as it is, I would like to take your mask off if you wouldn’t mind,” A finger reached up to run across the lace pattern, tempting Louis to take the appendage in his mouth. ‘Calm the fuck down’ he chastised to himself.

He nodded in response, staying still while Harry untied the perfectly made bow on the back of Louis’ head. Louis’ eyes fluttered when it brushed against his lashes in the process of being removed, only to see Harry’s was gone as well when his vision adjusted.

Unlike when Sam studied him earlier, a rush of adrenaline flowed through Louis’ veins. The green eyes he had seen in his dreams took in every single detail, but Louis would never complain about having Harry’s undivided attention.

“I can confidently say that you’re the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on. This dress is perfect for you, I’m glad you chose this over a tux. Did you have fun on your shopping spree?” His hand caressed the material of the gown, smiling softly when his eyes flickered up to meet Louis’.

“Yeah, we ended up going to New York City since they had a lot more options. I sort of felt like I was in Pretty Woman.”

A furrow appeared between the man’s brows, confusing Louis from the sudden shift, “We?”

“Niall and I. He wasn’t very helpful at times, but I didn’t expect him to have the same eye for fashion that I do,” The light laugh he let out changed nothing in Harry’s expression, making home for a sinking feeling in his gut.

The hand Harry had against him fell, his body moving back cautiously, “May I ask who Niall is to you?”

Oh shit, Harry thought Niall was his boyfriend, “He’s my best friend and roommate. Who is very straight. Nothing is going on between us I promise.” Panic rose in his chest, worried that Harry might not believe him and leave him alone on the balcony.

He could see the shift in Harry’s features, relaxing at the newly provided information, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed that. Also, I have no right to be jealous.” The revelation of Harry’s jealousy was arousing to Louis for whatever reason. God, he needed to take a cold shower.

“No worries. It’s kind of hot that you’re jealous of someone possibly being into little ole me,” Something needed to happen before he spontaneously combusted, so he took the initiative to tug his bottom lip between his teeth, fluttering his lashes up at Harry for good measure.

“You’re a little minx when you’re not at work, huh?” The hand returned to his waist, meanwhile the other lifted to run a thumb across his cheekbone.

He wanted nothing more than to let this escalate. Throwing any caution to the wind sounded perfect right now, and he couldn’t even find a reason to care about the possible repercussions of this. Realistically, what did he have to lose? His job, obviously. But they weren’t on country club property, so no one would even have to know about it. It could easily work out in their favor.

In the brief moment of silence, Louis saw Harry’s eyes darting to his lips. Fuck it, “Harry… Please.” There was a hint of a whine in his plea, but he couldn’t find it within himself to be embarrassed.

Without an ounce of hesitation, Harry’s hand moved to the side of his neck and crashed their lips together. The exposed skin of Louis’ back hit the chilled cement of the balcony’s edge, sending a spark of electricity up his spine. He didn’t falter, trying to soak up the gin soaked taste of Harry’s lips. The grip on his waist tightened significantly, only serving to spur him on.

One hand moved to rest on Harry’s chest, while the other clasped around the wrist holding his neck. A high-pitched moan was released into the older man’s mouth when he slipped his tongue past Louis’ lips. Right off the bat, it was heated, and he was unable to control the way his cock twitched behind the soft fabric of his thong. Harry pressed against him firmly, leaving his back to rub harshly against the rail. 

“Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you. You’re more addictive than any substance ever could be,” The man whispered against his lips before moving to attach his mouth to the soft skin of Louis’ neck.

Teeth nipped relentlessly against his neck, causing him to imagine the marks Harry may leave, “Da- Harry,” He almost let a certain word slip that he wasn’t sure Harry would be a fan of, and he couldn’t risk Harry running for the hills. 

“Say it,” Okay maybe Harry was a fan. Louis whined in what sounded like protest, prompting the man’s teeth to sink roughly into his neck, “Say it, or I’ll stop right now.” Their hips roll together in perfect synchronization, putting the smallest amount of friction on their throbbing members.

“Daddy!” Came his whine, not planning to hold back now that Harry was on board.

“That’s it, baby. Love hearing you say that,” A hand smacks lightly against his thigh before he bucks his hips forward.

“Please. I need- shit.”

“Tell Daddy what you need. I’ll give you whatever your heart desires,” He sounded so genuine that Louis didn’t know how to function any longer. Feeling that his only purpose in life was to serve the God pressed against him.

“Need your cock, please,” His fingers dug into the thick fabric of Harry’s shirt, borderline close to ripping it with his eagerness.

A groan vibrated against his neck, fingers threatening to leave bruises on his hips, “You can have it, darling.”

As much as it killed him to do so, he separated himself from the man to lift his dress slightly so he could drop to his knees without ripping it. His mind was on autopilot as he reached for the button of Harry’s pants, but stopped to look up at the lust-filled green eyes.

Like their minds were in sync, Harry knew that he was waiting for permission, “Go ahead, take my cock out. That’s it, good girl.”

A pitiful whimper sounded from the boy below, affected by the words Harry was throwing at him. Being feminized at the right time always managed to light a fire in him, further turning him into a pile of mush. Harry somehow knew to do it without Louis even asking him.

He had a feeling Harry was well endowed, but his length was still intimidating when Louis freed it from the confines of the pants. It bobbed in front of his face like an invitation, almost asking for Louis to get his mouth on it. The redness of it enticed Louis, wanting nothing more than to have his airways cut off while he choked on the length.

“Get your mouth on it, I know you want to,” Thick fingers threaded through his feathery hair, gripping on loosely to steady himself.

Louis’ deft tongue lapped at the bulbous head, cleaning off the drop of milky precum that made its way out. He moved to lick up the entire length, relishing in the vague salty flavor. A deep groan spurred him on substantially, wanting nothing more than to continue pulling those noises from Harry.

His lips wrapped around the tip, taking his time to suckle on it for the man’s pleasure. The grip on his hair tightened marginally, encouraging his lewd actions. Blue eyes roamed upwards, catching the sight of a panting Harry looking back at him with lust-filled irises.

That prompted him to swiftly take the entire cock into his mouth until it hit the back of his throat. Deep throating was something he felt he had a talent for, and now he needed to showcase that more than ever. Blood pumped through his veins at the speed of sound while he slowly bobbed his head on the length, making sure his tongue was adding enough extra stimulation.

“Fuck, Louis. Doing so well for daddy, knew you could take it,” The roughness of his voice had Louis’ cock throbbing against the material of his underwear.

Tears began to form in his eyes as he impaled himself on the man’s cock, carefully breathing through his nose so as to not suffocate. If he were to die by suffocation though, this was how he would want it to happen. The cement floor began to dig into the soft skin of his knees, somehow adding to the ever present pleasure.

Now that he was in a rhythm, he let his hands travel to the backs of Harry’s thighs to push them forward. The girth twitched against the muscles of his tongue, pulling a moan out of him from knowing how much he was affecting Harry.

Apparently, Harry didn’t get the message with the way his hands were attempting to move the man’s hips, he looked up at him when he pulled off, “Fuck my mouth.” Already his voice was scratchy from the assault on his throat, and he wouldn’t even try to deny finding it arousing.

“What do you say?” His hair was yanked roughly, a sadistic smirk curling at the edge of Harry’s lips.

“Please fuck my mouth,” Harry just stared down at him, raising an expecting brow, “Daddy. Please daddy.” A thumb ran across his swollen lips gently, giving the heated moment a tinge of tenderness.

“So polite baby,” And with that, he forced himself into Louis’ mouth once more.

One hand fell to the back of his head, ensuring that he wouldn’t crack his skull open on the concrete banister he was pressed against. Meanwhile the other caressed over his cheekbone before he pumped his hips forward.

Only three warning thrusts were given to him before Harry plunged into his throat at full force. No mercy was taken on him, but he had no problem with letting Harry use him for pleasure. The slide of the man’s length on his tongue was slick with spit, giving his movements an easy slide.

Vulgar grunts from above him were being released into the night sky, “So fucking perfect. Never going to let you go now that I’ve had you.” If Louis didn’t have a cock down his throat then he would be gleefully returning the sentiment.

Drool began to form at the corners of his mouth, slowly dripping down onto his now tear stained cheeks. In a way, he thought he might look pretty at that moment, but that was mainly based on Harry’s praise. He just hoped that his mascara wasn't running. 

His nimble fingers slithered up the older man’s thigh, thankfully going unnoticed in the process. They came to rest under his balls, teasing over the loose skin until he fondled them generously. To his luck, Harry seemed to enjoy it if his sudden moan was anything to fit by.

“Shit, yes! Are you gonna swallow Daddy’s load? Gonna be a good girl?” His hips adapted to a new speed that Louis wasn’t aware he was capable of.

Since his mouth was full, he did his best to nod at the man, receiving an understanding smile in return. He reached his hand down to press over his small bulge, moaning at the friction on his neglected cock. The sounds sent vibrations up Harry’s length, sending his hips into overdrive with jerky motions. 

“I’m-“ He doesn’t get the remaining words out before his cock kicks and shoots off directly into Louis’ throat.

Louis only gagged faintly at the action, quickly adjusting to the come sliding down the walls of his throat. He swears he could feel it move through his body, the temperature warm enough to soothe his freezing skin. Now that he was slowly coming back to the present, he realized how cold the air was outside.

Harry slipped out of his mouth gently, allowing him to finally take a full breath of air, “Come here, baby.” Strong arms lifted him from the ground, assisting him in holding himself up, “Hold on,” when he said that, Louis assumed he was being told to hold on in the sense that the man was about to do something, but imagine his surprise when Harry lifted him bridal style like he weighed nothing.

Back inside, there was a plush armchair amongst the random belongings in the dark room. As carefully as possible, Harry lowers himself down and puts Louis sideways in his lap. 

When he closed his eyes in an attempt to center himself, a hand hurriedly pushed his gown up until it could reach his prick. Louis cried out from the sensation, eyes flying open at being touched so unexpectedly.

“It’s okay, daddy’s going to take care of you now. Come whenever you want,” A kiss is pressed to the crown of his head, cementing a blush into his cheeks.

For Louis’ sake, there was no teasing involved. Immediately, Harry pushed the thin fabric of the thong aside so he could encircle the tiny cock. His legs clenched together out of instinct, reaching around blindly to grip the free hand around his waist.

“Can’t get over how beautiful you look, Louis. No one will ever compare to you.”

Maybe he should have been embarrassed at how fast he reached his orgasm, but with Harry talking him through it he was on cloud nine. His heart was rabbiting in his chest faster than it ever had. How did he manage to find someone who brought this out in him?

When he opened his eyes, he caught Harry lapping up his come-covered fingers. Even though he had just come, his cock still twitched at the sight. Harry stared straight into his eyes as he lapped up every drop of the substance.

His hands flew to Harry’s jaw so he could pull the man into a kiss. The pair soaked each other up as much as humanly possible with the languid movements of the kiss. Every nerve ending in Louis’ body was on high alert, all because of this man who fell into his orbit.

Harry pulled away gently, looking at Louis with a newfound softness, “How are you feeling?”

How was he feeling? He wasn’t sure. Was he supposed to feel a certain way? There were a multitude of thoughts and emotions whizzing around in his brain that he couldn’t make sense of at the moment. Everything just seemed surreal.

“Um, I don’t know?” His voice came out small, fearing that Harry might take it the wrong way.

The man nodded at him silently, silky curls bouncing along with the motion, “Okay. Let me try to rephrase this. How do you feel about what just happened?” There was an underlying question within his wavering eyes, appearing almost nervous in a way.

“I don’t regret it if that’s what you’re asking. How are you feeling?” He grabs Harry’s hand in his own, toying with the rings that circled his fingers.

“I feel great. Also, I feel like I want to sit here with you for the rest of the night and not talk to a single person,” A dimple appeared on his cheek that Louis wasn’t aware he had, and fuck if it wasn’t cute.

“Hm, you have a gala to host though. Socializing is sort of the point of events like this, is it not?” The question was partially genuine considering he hadn’t been to something of this nature before.

The older man sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes at Louis, “Yeah, but I can fake sickness or something. Personally, I think that sounds like a perfect plan.”

“We both know that’s not a good idea,” Louis giggles at him, relishing in the smile reflecting his, “You must entertain the masses with your charm and- work? I’m not sure what you do for work.”

A loud cackle escaped Harry’s mouth, jostling Louis’ body with the force of it, “I own a medical supply company, but I also dabble in property developments.” 

“Oh, fun. I suppose that explains all the traveling you do,” Louis is trying to work out in his mind just how big the medical supply field is for Harry to be a millionaire. It’s big enough, apparently .

“What do you do besides tending to rich assholes?” He asked, appearing genuinely curious about Louis’ life. It was crazy to Louis how a man with such an extravagant lifestyle could care about him so much.

“Currently I’m in my second year of law school at Yale, and I’ve been studying corporate law,” It was an accomplishment he was proud of after years of hard work, but he was also incredibly passionate about it and wouldn’t pass up the chance to speak about it.

Harry’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, plush lips opening at what appears to be shock, “Really?”

“You sound shocked. Did you think I was some airhead cart girl who can’t tell right from left?” It was a joke, but Harry didn’t pick up on the teasing.

“God no! It’s just- you’re not like all the other pretentious law students I’ve known. At least the ones I went to school with back in the day. You’re much more lively and free-spirited,” He squeezed Louis’ hand in his as if trying to get his point across and prepared to beg for forgiveness if Louis was offended.

“I was joking Harry, calm down. But yeah, I get that a lot so it’s entertaining to see people’s reactions,” A pinch landed on his hip, producing a yelp out of a surprised Louis.

“How are you in your second year of law school if you’ve only just turned twenty-two?” Louis watched the cogs turn in his brain while attempting to do the math in his head.

“In high school I did dual enrollment, so by the time I got to college I was technically a junior. Also, I did classes over the first two summers to get even more of them over with so I could graduate,” The older man nodded along with his explanation, brows turned inwards in concentration.

“What’s dual enrollment? I’ve never heard of that before,” The hand that wasn’t being held by Louis was caressing gently over his hip, leaving Louis’ body to fall entirely lax in the man’s hold.

“I was taking college courses while in high school, which also counted towards my high school credits. I think dual enrollment is much more practical than AP classes.” 

“Wow, smart and pretty. How did I ever get so lucky?” Their lips met softly, both of them smiling into the kiss, “Seriously though, that’s amazing. Yale is a phenomenal school, and it’s nice to know there aren’t just a load of people there with sticks up their asses.”

Harry wasn’t entirely off base. Most of the people there were uptight and judgmental, two things that Louis hated. Sometimes he felt like Elle Woods, even though the movie lacks any accuracy in terms of lawyers and court proceedings. Many of his peers didn’t care for his occasional eclectic sense of fashion and audacious spirit.

When Louis went to respond, the loud ringing of a cell phone made the pair jump. Harry patted himself down to search for the device, jostling Louis the slightest bit. The younger man moved to stand to help but was pulled back down as Harry grabbed the phone and spoke into it.

“Yes?” He looked irritated to no end, frowning to himself while his hand continued to stroke Louis’ hip, “Okay, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” 

“Does duty call for you big boss man?” It was teasing, but secretly Louis was glum about having to separate from him. If anything, he wanted to live out of the man’s pocket for the rest of the night.

Harry sighed deeply, giving Louis a sad smile before he spoke, “Unfortunately I have to be there for the charity auction, and I should probably be a responsible adult and attend. When can I see you again?” 

“Oh um, I guess at the club?” For whatever reason he was flustered now, and unsure of what to say.

“So, this was just a one-time thing for you?” Harry’s smile fell, his features turning solemn at Louis’ response.

“No! I guess not. I’m a little lost and don’t know what to say right now, I‘m sorry. But I would like to see you outside of work again if that’s something you’re interested in. Unless you don’t want to, which in that case is completely fine,” His rambling was cut short by Harry’s mouth on his, making him turn loose from the pent-up nerves.

“Baby, I would like that very much. This was mostly in your hands though considering you were initially on the fence about it. Like I said, I wouldn’t ever want to pressure you into putting your job at risk. For the record though, if you did quit I would be more than happy to support you,” 

Louis just nodded to him, standing up slowly so he didn’t bust his ass in the tall heels. They walked together back to where the auction was being held after getting lost a few times. The room was alive with chatter and almost overwhelming to Louis. 

“May I have your number?” Harry swiftly grabbed his wrist before he walked away, dropping it just as fast when Louis turned around.

“Oh yeah, of course,” The man handed over his phone to Louis who put in his number and contact name as Louis <3 (aka the prettiest cart girl ever)

A smirk crept onto Harry’s face once he saw, “Perfect. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay,” He responded with a fluttering sensation in his tummy, watching as Harry strolled away. Watching him now, Louis realized that he walked dick first. It shouldn’t have been sexy, but at this point, Louis found anything he did sexy.

Hunting down Niall wasn’t too difficult as he could hear his friends' voices well enough through the crowd. Their table was in the very back since they were probably the least important people here, but Louis didn’t mind the lack of attention. It was probably for the best.

Niall spotted him as he approached, shooting him an affronted look, “Where have you been? I can’t believe you left me alone.”

“I just went and talked with Harry for a bit. Don’t act like you’re shy or anything, you would be able to make a rock be your friend,” He took his seat carefully, trying his best not to let any of his backside show.

The man’s eyes narrowed, trailing down his body. His jaw dropped suddenly, his gaze flicking back up to Louis’ face, “Oh my God you fucked Harry. You little slut!” It was amusing to Niall if his boisterous cackle was anything to go by, “Well, he probably fucked you because God knows you’re a bottom for life.”

Louis shushed him with a smack to the arm, his eyes darting around to see if anyone heard, “Niall! Please have some decorum, and no Harry and I didn’t have sex for your information.” Technically it wasn’t a lie, so he didn’t feel bad about it.

“You did something with him that was more than just talking, your voice sounds wrecked so don’t even try to deny it. By the way, your mascara is smudged,” He smirked at his friend’s expense, causing Louis to blush and reach for his phone.

Unfortunately, Niall was correct. His mascara had smudged from the tears that fell from his eyes while Harry’s cock was down his throat. He used a damp finger in an attempt to clean it up, which was a minor success in his book.

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Louis’ day had been a hot mess from the second he woke up.

The fire alarm blaring in his building was what woke him up in a panic. He grabbed a few of his belongings before sprinting outside with the rest of the residents, only to realize that in his haste he had completely forgotten to put pants on, leaving him in only a long white t-shirt and bright red panties that could be seen through the fabric. It took the fire department so long to let them back inside that he ended up being late to class, and the result was his professor chastising him in front of his peers. He so desperately wanted to cry, but he kept it together until he exited the classroom.

When he went to grab lunch from one of the student cafes some idiot ran straight into him, too distracted on his phone to even apologize for knocking his food all over his brand new pastel pink sweater. It was more than likely ruined now since it happened to be spaghetti sauce that covered him. 

Feeling dejected, he lost his appetite entirely and decided to go get a head start on his homework at the library. Of fucking course, on his way there rain began to pour violently from the sky. Accompanied by blasts of wind that knocked him over at one point, causing him to fall into a puddle. He had yet to miss a class in all of his time spent at Yale, but he broke that perfect attendance streak by deciding to just go home. Niall happened to be present when Louis walked in and screamed at the top of his lungs out of frustration. Being the amazing friend he was, he ordered them sushi and painted Louis' nails to hopefully make him feel a bit better. He tried to convince Louis to just skip work, but he already missed class and he would feel awful for calling out at the last minute.

The shift was long and slow, nearly boring him to death with the lack of people there. It was probably a good thing though, considering that his face was hurting from the few fake smiles he had to give throughout the day. Exhaustion had taken over him by the time his shift ended, causing the final shitty event of the day.

On his drive home, he realized that he had left his school bag at the country club. Fuck. He’d taken it so he could study on his breaks and must have forgotten it in his locker. He wasn’t on the schedule for tomorrow and he feared that he wouldn’t have the energy to get it tomorrow if he left it tonight. Letting another scream out of his system, he turned the car around and made the drive back.

Thankfully his boss had given him a key to certain areas of the club a while back, or else he’d be screwed. Of all the other cart girls he was the only one to be trusted with a key. Partly because most of the girls were not the brightest to say the least.

It was eerily quiet inside, Louis quickly making a note to never accidentally leave his stuff here again. He wasn’t sure why there was such a big stigma around being afraid of the dark, because he was creeped out beyond belief. As he made his way through the building he ended up flipping on every light switch possible so he didn’t feel like someone was watching him. 

While he was grabbing his backpack out of the cubby, he heard a noise coming from the locker room just one door down. Oh hell no. Luckily there was a golf club right next to the cubbies, without hesitating he snatched it up. Louis jumped at the sound of another loud bang. It probably wasn’t wise to check out the noise, this was usually how people in horror movies died.

As quietly as possible, he stalks to the entrance of the locker room. Thankfully there wasn’t a door, so he was able to enter silently. The lights were on, giving him the ability to see if someone was coming to slash his throat. Okay, maybe he was getting ahead of himself, but the club was closed so the chance of someone being here should have been zero.

He could hear feet walking across the tiled floor, almost appearing like they were coming towards him. The golf club nearly fell from his hands when he went to position it like he would a bat. He wasn’t regretting this decision now, wishing he had just run out and called his supervisor or something.

Tip toeing slowly, he sensed that the other person was on the opposite wall of lockers from him. The footsteps sounded closer now, causing Louis’ heart to jump in his throat. 

“Hello?” The perpetrator called out and- Wait. He knew that voice.

Rounding the lockers, he caught sight of Harry, who was standing in nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips, “Harry what the fuck? I thought someone was in here waiting to murder me. What are you doing here?” He dropped the golf club to the ground, running his hands down his face in disbelief.

“Well, it’s good to know you were prepared to fight,” The older man laughed, earning an eye roll from Louis, “I own a decent amount of the club and sometimes come after hours to use the sauna. Sitting with a bunch of other men in there just isn’t my style, also I usually go nude.” With that, the man decided to drop his towel and let everything hang out.

Out of instinct, Louis’ hands flew up to his eyes, “Okay, I’ll let you get back to that.”

“Why are you acting like you’ve never seen my dick before?” Louis hadn’t realized that Harry stepped up to him until there was a pair of hands tugging his own from his eyes.

Attempting to have some form of decorum, he kept his eyes locked with Harry’s “Um, I don’t know? I guess I didn’t want you to feel too exposed or uncomfortable?” 

“In case you didn’t notice, I dropped the towel on purpose. Thought maybe I could convince you to jump in the sauna with me,” His eyes pinned Louis in place, sending a spark of arousal down Louis’ spine.

“Um, okay,” He took the hand that Harry held out for him, following the man to the other side of the locker room where the sauna was located.

Harry grabbed a small bag on the way, leaving Louis to wonder what was in it. They weren’t even inside yet and Louis’ body was already heated, bordering on a sweaty mess. He had an idea of where this was going to go, and he was definitely on board with it. 

“I’ll leave you to get undressed, join me whenever you’re ready,” The man leaned down to plant a hard kiss on Louis’ lips. Up until then, he didn’t realize how much he missed those plush lips, even though they’d only been together once.

Louis watched Harry walk in, getting a glimpse of his half-hard cock in the process, “Fuck.”

They had yet to be fully nude in front of each other, and there was a sliver of insecurity creeping up Louis’ throat. Harry’s body was built like a Greek God’s, while Louis’ was slim and curvy. What if Harry wanted someone more muscular? He pinched his wrist to will the thoughts away, reminding himself that the man had seen him in form-fitting clothing in the past.

A stroke of confidence hit him as he began to rid himself of his clothes. There was a mirror off to the side that he refused to look at, worried that he might overthink things and ruin the moment if he stared too long. He’d had sex in many interesting places, but the sauna would be a first. Hopefully, he could finally feel Harry inside of him like he imagined on several occasions in the privacy of his bedroom.

Taking in a deep breath, he opened the door and was instantly hit with a wall of warm steam. The object of his affection was sat against the wall, manspreading for the whole world to see. A smirk was shot at Louis, making his cock twitch in interest. 

He didn’t realize how long he had been standing there staring until Harry spoke up, “Come here, baby.” A hand patted his thigh, signaling Louis to sit on his lap.

There was no hesitation when Louis strolled over and straddled the man’s hips, his arms reaching up to settle his hands in the curls that brushed down the back of Harry’s neck. Green eyes raked down his curves, hands moving swiftly to grip his hips harshly. Louis could only hope that they would leave a mark.

“You’re a walking sin, you know that? Almost makes me want to go to confession and repent for the thoughts I’m having,” He leaned forward to trail his mouth up the column of Louis’ throat, pulling a whine out of the smaller man when he bit at the skin.

“Tell me, please,” To get Harry to cave, he rolls his hips so the man’s cock slides between the cleft of his ass, “Tell me, Daddy.” 

Harry groaned directly into his ear, his chest vibrating with it, “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that. I want to kiss you until you can’t breathe. Then open you up slowly so you’re begging for my cock. I’m not sure how I want you to spread out, but believe me when I say that I will have you in tears by the time I finish fucking you. Need to get tested, I can’t stop thinking about eating my load out of your dripping cunt.”

“Please, please. Want all of that,” The motion of his hips speeds up, hands clutching onto the hair at the bottom of Harry’s scalp.

Hooded eyes compliment the smile given to him, which was instantly wiped away when their lips met. Like last time, it was heated right off the bat. Their mouths moved in a messy but coordinated fashion, Harry’s tongue eventually making an appearance. Louis moaned sweetly into the kiss, not worried about showcasing his desperation at this point. 

One of the hands-on his hips drifted downwards, far enough so it could reach Louis’ hole. He jumps at the unexpected touch, too caught up in the way Harry’s teeth clamped lightly onto his lip. A finger rubbed over the opening teasingly, leaving Louis to squirm relentlessly in his lap.

A deafening smack landed on his ass, making him cry out at the sting, “Behave, or I’ll leave you right here.” He moved to nip at Louis’ neck once more, one of his hands reaching over to grab the toiletry bag he brought in, “You want me to open you up princess? Oh, do you like that, princess?” A chuckle fell from his lips when Louis moaned at the nickname.

With ease, he managed to open the bottle of lube with one hand. Within seconds a finger was sliding into him smoothly, ripping a gasp out of him as he moved his hips against the digit. 

“More Daddy,” He whined, looking up at Harry through his thick eyelashes.

“Use your manners, what do you say when you want something?” The finger pressed up until it brushed over Louis’ prostate, forcing the words out of him.

“More please, Daddy,” As soon as the plea left his mouth two fingers joined in, stretching him in the best way possible, “Ah!” His body's instinct was to jerk away, but he willed himself not to do so.

Harry grinned against his temple, leaving an uncharacteristically soft kiss there, “That’s it, take it all so you’re ready for my cock.”

The stretch gave him a thrill he had never felt before, it helped that Harry’s fingers were not only long but thick. They spread apart inside him, the tautness of his walls being loosened with every movement. He let out puffs of air with every pull, waiting for Harry to hit that bundle of nerves inside him. 

Harry’s mouth returned to his neck, sucking hard enough that it would surely leave a mark. Louis couldn’t find it within himself to think about how annoyed he would be in the following days at having to spend time covering them with concealer. All he could think of was the way he would admire them in the mirror, constantly being reminded of what they did.

The steam was slicking up their skin a bit too much, causing Louis’ body to begin slipping off Harry’s lap. As if reading his mind, he was laid down on his back gently. He hadn’t even noticed the towels Harry had laid out so that he could be more comfortable on the wooden surface. 

When he shifted, the trio of fingers sheathed in his hole shot upwards and directly into his prostate, “Fuck! Daddy, I’m ready, please I promise,” His walls clenched around the digits, urging the man to get on with it.

“Just a little more, don’t want to hurt you on our first time. I’ll save that for a later date,” He effectively hushed Louis’ cries with his mouth, getting a drawn-out moan in response, “You’re the most precious thing I have ever seen. I want you plastered on a canvas to hang in my living room to look at any time I please,” The speech came out slurred, his words making Louis’ chest flutter.

His arms move back to their previous place behind the man’s neck, mostly to ground himself for what was to come. Already, the motions of Harry plunging his fingers in were jostling his body upwards. At a particularly hard jab of his fingers, Louis’ eyes rolled into the back of his skull, his cries loud enough that someone would be able to hear it if they were passing by.

“I need your cock- shit, fuck- now, please,” It came out strangled in addition to the unconscious wiggling of his body in desperation.

“Okay, be patient for me,” The fingers were removed slowly, a gentle kiss being placed on his lips before Harry leaned back to get himself ready.

Louis could hear the man curse to himself, no doubt having a difficult time getting the condom on due to how damp everything was. When he felt the tip at his entrance he couldn’t hold back a gasp, his fingers gripping onto the towel below him for dear life.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Mossy green eyes studied him carefully, watching for any signs of hesitation in the smaller man.

“Yes, I promise.”

That was all the permission Harry needed to ease his cock into the wet opening. The pair gasped at the intrusion, one of Louis’ hands flying up to Harry’s back to grip on. There undoubtedly would be marks left from the way his nails raked the skin, but he had a feeling that Harry wouldn’t mind.

“Feel so good princess. Never had pussy this good in my entire life,” The bold statement was not doing wonders for Louis’ neglected cock, making him fear that he would come far too soon.

One of Harry’s hands moved to grab at Louis’ leg to wrap it around his waist, giving him better access to sink his cock in. He was bigger than Louis remembered, but he wouldn’t complain about that. Plush lips suddenly wrapped around one of his nipples, pulling a sound out of him that he would probably be embarrassed about later

“Daddy!” His nipples had always been sensitive, and he momentarily wondered if Harry could read his mind.

Louis didn’t even notice that Harry’s cock had finally made it in fully, too focused on the stimulation being applied to his chest. One of his hands anchored itself to the man’s curls, body shaking as tears began to form in his eyes. Already it was too much, yet not enough at the same time. 

“Aw, do you like me playing with your little tits, princess?” Harry asked sadistically, dropping his head again to bite harshly at the nub.

“Yes. Love it,” The ability to form full sentences was left at the door, now only able to let out single words in response.

The first thrust came, shifting his body upwards with the force. He cried out at the sensation, nearly falling apart when he saw the look on Harry’s face. The man looked at Louis like he was something holy, while also simultaneously like he wanted to do nothing but ruin Louis.

After it was clear that Louis had adjusted to the stretch, Harry began to drive his cock in ruthlessly. Already, Louis could feel it slamming against his prostate, igniting every nerve ending in his body. His neglected cock throbbed painfully, forcing tears out of Louis’ eyes.

“That’s right, fucking take it,” Harry snapped his hips rougher, continuously pulling lewd noises from Louis.

Harry himself was fairly vocal as well, and Louis was obsessed with it. A lot of men held in their sounds of pleasure, and Louis would never understand why. The groans that Harry let out spurred Louis on, ensuring him that Harry was enjoying this just as much as he was. 

Two hands came to rest on the underside of Louis’ knees. He didn’t have a minute to process what was happening before he was folded in half, with his ankles resting on Harry’s wide shoulders. This helped the man achieve a new angle, one that gave him access to fuck into Louis’ prostate with every move.

“Harry!” Something akin to a growl left Harry at the sensation of Louis’ nails digging into the skin of his back.

“Wrong name,” He dropped a hand to Louis’ neck, not applying any pressure, but letting it rest there as if he was silently asking for permission.

“Daddy, please,” Tears began to leak from his eyes while he pleaded, lifting his neck to give the go-ahead.

An amused smirk pulled at the corners of Harry’s mouth, shifting his hand to grip Louis’ throat. That encouraged him to thrust harder into Louis’ opening, which he didn’t even know was possible. His petite cock hadn’t been touched once, yet he could feel himself approaching his climax. 

In his attempt to stave off his orgasm, he unintentionally clenched his hole, causing Harry’s body to spasm. The hand around his throat tightened, sending his eyes rolling back into his skull once more. He’d had his fair share of sex, but this was on another level. This was the kind of sex he had dreamed about, yet never received. Letting this man go one day would be hard.

“I hope you feel me all day tomorrow, so you can have a reminder of who made you feel this good. Any move you make will have you aching in the best way possible,” Harry laughed sadistically, emphasizing his statement with a particularly hard thrust.

There was no warning when Louis’ cock suddenly kicked, and spurted out long stripes of come. Harry’s ministrations slowed momentarily, seemingly just as shocked as Louis was.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. Do you want daddy’s load princesses?” The hand circled his throat drifted downwards, swiftly collecting Louis’ release and stuffing it into the smaller man’s mouth.

Louis’ head nodded fervently, earning a smack to his hip for not using his words, “Yes. I want your come Daddy,” The words were nearly incoherent with the fingers shoved into his mouth.

A strain was beginning to present itself in his legs from being bent over callously. He clenched his whole around the length, staring straight into Harry’s wild eyes to urge him along. It seemed to work in his favor, as the man’s hips began to thrust erratically. The steady rhythm he had kept up was abandoned to chase his release.

Louis’ frame began to shake at the onslaught of Harry’s thrusts, overstimulation wracking his body. He couldn’t complain too much when he finally felt the man’s cock twitch inside of him, loudly shooting off inside the condom. They were definitely in agreement on getting tested, Louis now being obsessed with the thought of Harry’s come filling him up to the brim.

It took a moment for Harry to come down, but when he did, he gently let Louis’ legs fall to his sides. A deep kiss took Louis’ breath away, easily falling into Harry’s languid movements. 

“How are you feeling?” They shifted until Louis was propped sideways in Harry’s lap, reminiscent of their night at the gala.

“Good. Very good,” A shy smile was directed at the man, pulling a matching expression out of him. If he wasn’t already red all over from the sauna, there would surely be a blush coloring his cheeks.

“Let’s go rinse off,” Louis groaned in protest, not sure if he was able to stand on his wobbly legs, “There’s a bench in one of the larger ones that we can sit you on, okay?” A large hand ran through his damp fringe, making him curl into the gentle motion.

After a few minutes, Louis granted Harry permission to carry him towards the showers. He took great care of cleaning the sweat off of Louis’ sensitive skin, ensuring that the younger man was comfortable. It was intimate in a way that was new to Louis. Truthfully, it felt like a scene out of a romance book that would make him yearn for that level of comfort. He’d had boyfriends, and friends with benefits, but showering with them was never something he felt comfortable with. People may call him crazy, but it’s far more different being nude in that, versus being nude while having sex.

A wave of panic crashed over him when he was hit with the epiphany that he was developing feelings. Things were supposed to be casual between them. The feelings needed to be squashed now before he ultimately got hurt. 

Harry drove him home later that night, his hand on Louis’ thigh the entire drive there. The small gesture of telling Louis he would bring him back to his car the next day caused a fluttering in his chest. Fuck. He needed to get this under control immediately.

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Harry and Louis had been living out of each other's pockets the following weeks. 

After some time, Louis went over to Harry’s house - well, mansion was a better description. He didn’t mean to, but once they pulled up he said “This is ridiculous, I hate rich people.” Harry ended up finding it hilarious, tears streaming down his face from how hard he laughed.

As much as Louis tried to fight it, Harry had taken him on several shopping sprees. The man continuously reminded him of how their arrangement was supposed to work, but Louis wasn’t used to having someone spoil him. His eyes would bug out of his head as he read some of the price tags, and of course, Harry would go behind him and bring everything that caught his attention to the register. Sometimes, Harry even picked out items he thought Louis needed, or might look nice in. He had enough lingerie now to last a lifetime.

Although things were technically supposed to be casual, he found himself developing feelings for Harry. It was dangerous for him, as the man didn’t seem like the relationship type. Niall had nagged him relentlessly about growing a pair and just bringing the situation up with Harry, but Louis couldn’t find it within himself to do it. For the time being, he wanted to have Harry as long as he could. It was pathetic, but he ignored all the warning signs that would end in him being brokenhearted.

While in class, he received a message from his supervisor at the club to see her whenever he got there. At the time it didn’t set off any alarms in his mind. It was a common occurrence for her to request him in her office, usually to rant about the other cart girls who weren’t pulling their weight.

Once he arrived, he made his way through the club with a smile on his face since he was still around guests. It happened to be raining outside, so he was slightly shocked that she didn’t tell him to not bother coming in. 

The door to her office was closed, but he didn’t bother knocking before strolling in, “Hey Shannon! Do you want me to work inside today since it’s raining? I can-“ He stopped in his tracks when he saw Harry sitting in the chair across from her desk. Oh fuck.

“Louis, sit,” Never had she used this displeased tone with him before, typically reserving it for his incompetent colleagues.

His body began shaking, casting a glance over at Harry before looking away just as fast. There was a newfound dryness in the back of his throat, accompanied by a large lump. It was obvious that she knew what was happening between the pair. Louis wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole, saving him from the shame that flooded through him.

“What’s up?” There was a quiver in his voice, unable to tamp down the nerves wracking his body.

“It has come to my attention that you and Mr. Styles have been engaged in a relationship, which you very well know isn’t permitted,” It was taking all of his willpower to not begin crying at the way Shannon looked at him. 

“Um, what do you mean?” As soon as he asked the question he regretted it. Lying had never been his strong suit, and he wasn’t sure why he bothered to attempt it.

“Let’s not lie to each other. There is security camera footage of the two of you kissing, specifically in the hallway outside of the locker rooms. Along with you both leaving in Mr. Styles’ car that same night. I was trying to figure out who stole my yogurt out of the fridge, and then I got bored and started looking at old footage. Can I just ask why you would do something like this Louis? You’re intelligent enough to remember the rules, especially such a big one.” 

Truthfully, he didn’t know how to respond. He’d always been a model employee who adhered to the rules and regulations, so yeah, this was very out of character for him. Even growing up he was good. He got good grades and was a good son. Not once had he ever been grounded, and the one time he got in trouble at school for passing notes during class it nearly sent him into a panic attack. Being reprimanded to this extent was new for him, and he couldn’t believe his actions.

“I don’t know Shannon, I’m so sorry. It will never happen again, I swear. For a moment, I had a lapse in judgment and wasn’t thinking clearly. There is no real excuse for my actions though,” The tension in the room couldn’t possibly be cut with a knife, and he wanted nothing more than to skip town, avoiding this entire situation.

She stared at him silently before shaking her head, causing ice to run through Louis’ veins, “Of all people, I never expected it to be you sitting across from me having this conversation. Words can’t describe how disappointed I am in you Louis. With that, I have no choice but to let you go.”

“What?” Harry spoke up for the first time since Louis had entered the room, “Come on Shannon, this is ridiculous. Let him off with a warning and leave it at that.” The boom of his voice caused Louis to flinch, the man only adding to the anxiety that had made a home in Louis’ stomach.

“I’m afraid not, Mr. Styles. We have rules for a reason, and this is one that I cannot let slide. As for you, I ask that you please don’t fraternize with guests in the future,” Her shoulders tensed, clearly feeling intimidated by Harry’s presence.

“So, he gets punished but I don’t? How does that make any sort of sense?” Harry stood from his chair, the wood scraping against the floor roughly.

“Harry- Mr. Styles, it’s fine. I’ll go clean out my locker now. I truly am sorry,” The tears he had been holding back began to fall, no longer able to hold himself together. 

A hand grabbed his wrist when he went to stand, halting him in his place while small sniffles escaped him, “No, this is bullshit. How is it okay that Louis is being reprimanded, but not me? This is absurd.” He let out a humorless laugh, further worrying Louis about how much worse the man might be making this.

“I’m sure you understand why the circumstances are different,” Shannon appeared to be attempting to remain strong, not letting Harry’s words get to her.

“If you fire him I’m gone. I will leave here and never return, and that includes pulling any funds I have invested into this shit hole of a club,” It was far from a shit hole, but it was clear that Harry was trying to intimidate the woman.

“I - Let me call Albert. Please don’t make any rash decisions. After all, he’s just a cart girl. Surely you can understand that leaving the club is ridiculous. We’re the best around,” She lets out a nervous chuckle, moving to grab her phone to place the call.

Harry reached out to slam the phone back down on the receiver, leaning over her desk imposingly, “Don’t bother, I don’t see how that is ridiculous. And so help me God if you insinuate that Louis is less than again, I won’t hesitate to run this place into the ground effective immediately. I will be parting ways with the club. There is no changing my mind unless you hire Louis back.” He looked at her expectantly, standing back up to full height when the woman failed to form any sort of response, “Let’s go.” The hand on Louis’ wrist tugged him along, and Harry chose to slam the door obnoxiously behind them.

Louis was silent as they walked through the hallways. His body went numb, trying his best to process what had just happened. There was a cloud of shame hanging over him, not helped by the fact that when he stepped into the employee locker room a few of his coworkers gave him silent stares. He had no proof, but it felt like they were judging him.

In all honesty, he wanted Harry to step away from him. He wasn’t mad at the man, he just needed to deal with this by himself for a moment. Tears still streamed steadily down his cheeks, causing him to feel infinitely more pitiful.

His locker didn’t contain much. An extra pair of clothes, some pictures of his friends, and an assortment of backup school supplies in case he needed them to study during his breaks. 

“Here, let me carry some of it,” Harry spoke up, reaching his hands out to grab some of Louis’ items.

“No, I’ve got it,” He mumbled, shoving everything carelessly into the tote bag that hung from his shoulder. 

Harry remained silent while Louis packed up, creating a soundless tension between them. How could Louis have been so stupid? He shouldn’t have given in to his desires so easily. This was a job he enjoyed, not to mention that it was easy money. The kind of money that paid his rent and gave him a little extra to spend when he was in the phase of ‘broke college student.’

He didn’t speak as he spun on his heel and walked as fast as possible to get to his car. The click of Harry’s dress shoes against the marble flooring followed him, almost feeling as if the sound was taunting him. More of his coworkers stared as he walked past, probably judging him silently. There was also the possibility that Louis was simply losing his mind and making things up.

Once outside, he made a beeline straight for his car. Harry’s footsteps became louder, trying to catch up with Louis’ fast pace.

“Louis! Louis, can you stop please?” Again, a hand wraps around his wrist, halting him in place in front of his car.

“Yes?” He spun around, shooting Harry a tired look. All he wanted to do was go home and throw himself a pity party, and he didn’t appreciate Harry delaying that.

“Everything is going to be fine, we’ll get through this together. Like I’ve said before, I’ll take care of you, so you don’t have to worry about anything,” It didn’t comfort Louis in the slightest, instead the words brought a fresh wave of tears that he couldn’t be bothered to hold back. 

He turned to face Harry, glancing at worried green eyes before averting his gaze to the ground, “I don’t think we should see each other anymore.” Louis probably should have ended it sooner anyway, mainly because he began developing feelings for the man.

“What? Louis, where is this coming from? Is it only because you got fired?” Harry sounded manic, lifting his hand to force Louis to meet his eyes, “Please be rational, in retrospect this isn’t that big of a deal. I’m so sorry that I cost you your job, but I’m more than happy to give you more than you would make here. We can-”

“Stop! It isn’t just about the money! How long would this have lasted anyway? Eventually, you would have become bored with me. It’s better just to end things now,” His delicate voice cracked, pulling a frown out of Harry.

“Do you believe that? Baby, I could never get bored of you. I’ve been traveling the world for years and nothing has compared to the excitement I feel every time I see you. Day after day, no matter how busy I am, I’m constantly checking my phone to see if I got a text from you. Whenever I see you my heart beats a mile a minute, sometimes I’m scared I might be having a heart attack. Can I be honest with you?” Louis nodded at him, still trying to make sense of Harry’s speech, “I have feelings for you. Romantic feelings that go past our ‘casual’ arrangement. If- if you want to end this, I won’t pressure you to stay. I just had to let you know how I feel first.” That was not on Louis’ bingo card for how he saw today going.

It was hard to believe that Harry, a multimillionaire, could have feelings for him, “Are you just saying that so you can keep me around for a good fuck? Or maybe you get off on having a sugar baby, or whatever.”

“No, not in the absolute slightest. I don’t even know when the last time was that I had feelings for someone, so I don’t say things like this lightly. You might not feel the same, but I guess I thought you deserved to know,” Harry looked dejected in a way that Louis had never seen before, and it made a lingering sense of guilt fall over him.

“Would you want to be with me? In a romantic way?” A bubble of hope settled in his chest after seeing the earnest expression on Harry’s face. 

“Yes, more than anything. Once again, please don’t feel pressured. I’m sure I’d get over it eventually-“ Louis cut him off by slamming their lips together, throwing his arms around the man’s neck.

“The feeling is mutual by the way. That was sort of the reason why I said we should cut things off,” He pulls away momentarily before diving back in, feeling Harry smile into the kiss.

A cat call caused them to separate, both turning to find the source of the noise, “Why was that kind of hot?” Gabby, Marissa, and Jackie, his fellow cart girls, were approaching the pair.

“I think it’s normal to feel some type of way when two very attractive people are making out,” Jackie said, throwing Louis a wink, “Seriously though, Louis, we want you to know that there’s no judgment here. It was very unexpected since you’re the golden boy around here, but ultimately we just want you to be happy.”

“Yeah, Shannon can suck a moldy dick,” Marissa chimed in, earning a smack on the shoulder from Gabby.

“She’s still our boss so keep it down,” She looked around warily, seeing if their supervisor was within earshot.

“Thank you, I needed that. I’ll miss all of you so much, I’m sorry I have to leave so suddenly,” As much as they annoyed him at times with their incompetence, they were entertaining on occasion.

They all pulled him into a tight hug, accidentally roping in Harry in the process. It was a bittersweet moment for him because this was the best job he had. Not to mention the tips were amazing. 

“Go get you some dick, we’ll keep in touch, okay?” Marissa said once they pulled apart, giving him an almost sad look. Huh, he didn’t know that he would be missed like this.

Gabby gasped at her brashness, “Marissa! Do you have no shame?” 

“She never has, and I don’t think she plans to anytime soon,” Jackie pressed a kiss to Louis’ cheek before stepping away to let him go.

The group all bid their farewells, Louis and Harry strolling back to their respective cars. Everything was happening so fast that Louis was having a difficult time processing everything. Within the span of an hour he was fired, and now potentially had a boyfriend. What the hell?

“Would you like to come over to mine? I can make us dinner, and I got another bottle of your favorite wine,” He took Louis’ hand in his, bringing it up to press a kiss against his knuckles.

Louis didn’t dare hide the bright smile that graced his features, nor the blush coloring his cheeks, “Yeah, that sounds nice. Marissa’s idea sounded great as well.” He leaned forward to let his lips hover over the taller man’s, fluttering his lashes in a sultry manner.

“I agree, but let me feed you first. You’ll need plenty of energy for what I have planned,” Louis groaned dramatically, annoyed that Harry refused to give him what he wanted.

“Oh, hush. Drive safe, I’ll see you in a little bit,” Like a gentleman, he helped Louis into the car before walking back to his Range Rover.

The drive to Harry’s house was spent with him smiling to himself like an absolute idiot. Louis being in a good mood always consisted of him singing along in the car at full volume, and today Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield was on repeat. 

Despite having just lost his job, he was filled with so much glee it was close to overflowing. At the end of the day, he got the man he wanted. He was telling the truth when he said it wasn’t about the money. Over time he had developed feelings for Harry, and it scared him at first. Not in a million years did he think that the man wanted anything more than a sugar baby. Of all the people Harry had met in his life, he chose Louis. He shouldn’t depend his self-worth on a man, but it still felt nice that he ended up being the chosen one.

As promised, Harry made them an intricate meal. Meanwhile, Louis took a much-needed nap. Even though it was for food, he was a bit peeved at being woken up. Harry insisted that Louis sit on his lap throughout the meal. Who knew that having your partner feed you could be so erotic? Well, he’s convinced that Harry intentionally made it that way.

The man’s cock had been pressing against his ass throughout the entire dinner, filling up when Louis continued wiggling around. At first, it wasn’t deliberate, but once Louis realized what it was doing, he continued the movements. He was convinced that Harry was retaliating by eating as slowly as humanly possible, leaving his small cock trapped and throbbing between his legs.

When Harry signaled that he was finished, Louis leaped up and sprinted to one of the guest bedrooms. After they had gone shopping a few days ago, he left one of the bags here for situations like this. For once, Louis was able to buy some lingerie without Harry seeing it.

He knew it would be a few minutes until Harry made his way upstairs, so he moved as quickly as he could to pull his favorite set out of the bag. Lingerie was beautiful, don’t get him wrong, but the process of putting it on was annoying.

The entire set was composed of white lace fabrics, flawlessly complimenting his tan complexion. He pulled the thong on first, ensuring that his small cock was adjusted accordingly. Then came the matching bralette, with a small pink rose fastened in the middle. The sheer stockings were more difficult to slide up his legs, having to make sure his sharp nails didn’t rip the delicate fabric. For the final touch, he slipped the frilly garter belt up until it rested snuggly on his waist. With as much speed as possible, the straps were hooked on the top of the stockings.

He could hear footsteps slowly ascending the staircase, making him panic and sprint over to the floor-length mirror. The garment fit perfectly, hugging his body in all the right places. ‘Delicate’ was the word he would use to describe his look right now. He couldn’t wait to see how that would be ruined by the end of the night.

With a renewed vigor, he ran to the bedroom before Harry could get there. He haphazardly throws himself onto the mattress, putting himself on his knees with his bottom half resting on his calves. His hands are placed on the mattress between his legs, posing perfectly for his man. 

Harry strolled in as Louis was subtly arching his back, the man stopping in his tracks when he took in the sight of Louis. Slowly, Harry made his way to the bed, ripping his shirt over his head in the process. Hooded green eyes watched him carefully, and Louis swore he could see the moment when Harry’s pupils dilated.

“How do you manage to look so sinful, yet so innocent at the same time?” In a flash, Harry dropped his pants to the ground, revealing that he was going commando underneath.

A hand reached up to caress his jaw before moving to squish his cheekbones, puckering his lips out like a fish. Their lips met messily, Louis continuing to keep his hands on the mattress since he hadn’t been permitted to move. Harry’s tongue licking in pulled a moan from him, almost losing his composure at the action.

“What’s your color princess?” His finger swiped at Louis’ bottom lip, wiping away the string of saliva left behind.

There was no hesitation in his response, more ready than ever to get a move on with this, “Green, Daddy.” 

“Hm, that will never get old. Get on your front for me, I need to taste your cunt,” A soft smack collides with his cheek, making him wonder if Harry will finally fulfill that particular fantasy. 

When they started fooling around, a list was composed of things they were or weren’t interested in. It was drawn up like a contract, requiring Louis’ signature and everything. He was grateful for it though, since it gave him a sense of comfort in knowing that Harry would never overlook his boundaries. They both even had safe words, making everything even more legit.

Louis shifted himself farther up on the bed, turning around and presenting himself to Harry. He could feel Harry’s ring clad hand toying with the lacy material that hugged his hips. The panties were moved to the side, providing the man with a perfect view. Goose bumps raised along his skin in anticipation. Harry had a fascination with eating him out, and by no means would Louis complain about that.

The first thing he feels is Harry spitting carelessly into his hole, making his cock twitch in the panties, “Look at that, you’re so wet for Daddy. You remember your word?” His voice was raspy already from how turned on he was.

“Yes, grapefruit,” How he thought of the word, he wasn’t sure, but it worked well enough.

In place of a response, Harry dove in tongue first, not wasting any time with teasing. Louis’ body jumped forward, unsuspecting of Harry’s motives to start so suddenly. The strong muscle of the man’s tongue lapped around his entrance, soaking up the taste like it was his last meal. 

A shout was ripped from Louis’ chest when a hand struck his backside, Harry quickly moving to soothe the mark with a soft kiss. Louis didn’t get a chance to complain about the loss of stimulation when Harry went back in. The wetness from the man’s mouth dripped onto Louis’ taint, imitating that he was leaking from his hole.

“Feels so good Daddy,” He whined as Harry’s tongue pushed through the tight ring, a finger stroking where Harry’s mouth was connected.

When he tried to push his hips back, he was reprimanded with another smack to his ass. He whimpered pitifully, clenching the soft sheets between his hands. Just as he was beginning to calm himself, a finger slipped in beside Harry’s tongue.

“Yes!” It took everything in him not to gyrate back into the source of his pleasure, but also he wouldn’t mind getting spanked again.

It didn’t take long for a second finger to creep in, the glide made easier by the amount of spit coating his backside. Harry’s tongue didn’t cease, and Louis wondered how he had such powerful muscles in that small of a body part. 

As if that wasn’t enough, the two digits stroked over his prostate teasingly, “God, you’re so tight for me princess. Can't wait to get my cock in your wet cunt.” 

Louis mewled pitifully, wanting nothing more than Harry to fuck him within an inch of his life, “Want that. Just do it.” What? He liked it when it hurt a bit, sue him.

“Are you sure you can take it, baby?” Without hesitation, Louis nodded furiously, “Aw, you’re so desperate for me.”

“Yes, yes, I can take it, I promise. Only for you Daddy - fuck!” The fingers lodged in him spread apart, not letting up on the steady pressure against his bundle of nerves. He couldn’t even be bothered to get embarrassed by the way drool began to leak from his lips.

“That’s right. Since you’ve been so good, I’ll give you my cock now,” Strong hands flipped him over onto his back before he could even react, swiftly knocking the air from his lungs.

Harry looked like a wild animal. His usual slicked-back curls were beginning to fall apart, the expensive gel losing its hold with the amount of sweat oozing from his pores. It lit a surge of fire underneath Louis' skin, feeling completely at the man’s mercy. 

The view of Harry towering above him was one he thought was deserving of being hung in a gallery. Not only was there lust swirling in his mossy green eyes but also a look of pure adoration. It sent an entirely different wave of butterflies in Louis’ tummy, now feeling flustered with the amount of attention on him.

Harry’s hands moved to place Louis’ arms above his head. Of course, Louis obeyed and didn’t move a muscle. The straps of the garter belt were swiftly unhooked, a smirk making its way to Harry’s face. The garment slid up his body until it reached his wrists, Louis now understanding where this might be going.

The fabric was then twisted tightly around his wrist like a hair tie, securing him in place. To bind him properly, the straps were pulled together and put in a messy bow. He tested it by trying to pry his arms apart, but it was not successful. He couldn’t deny that it made his cock twitch.

Harry leaned down to bring their lips together tenderly, keeping it slow even in the heat of the moment. Soft, sweet, kisses like this were underrated in Louis’ opinion. Mainly about them in the middle of sex. It was grounding in a way like Harry was reassuring him that he was taken care of.

The slicked head of Harry’s cock teased his entrance when they pulled apart, leaving Louis trembling erratically. Even with the prep beforehand, there was a burn that accompanied the stretch of his hole. It shocked him that he still was not used to this, but truthfully, he never wanted to be. 

“So fucking beautiful baby,” Harry panted, planting his hands beside Louis’ head, “I swear to God I’m going to marry you one day.”

Understandably, Louis choked on his saliva, followed by a startled laugh, “Harry! You can’t say things like that,” Contrary to the man’s words, the thought of it turned Louis on.

“And why not?” The question was said when he finally pushed into the hilt, allowing Louis to take a full breath, “I can imagine it. Not to mention, the thought of getting you knocked up. Fuck. I would do anything to have you get pregnant all from my come.” It was biologically impossible, but that didn’t mean Louis didn’t find the fantasy arousing. 

He took it upon himself to play along, now that he was clearly into it as well, “Well, I’m not on birth control, so have at it.”

Harry didn’t hesitate before pulling his hips back and snapping forward roughly, consequently shoving Louis up the mattress with force. There wasn’t a moment for him to adjust to the stretch, instead, Harry became manic with his movements. The sound of their skin slapping together sent a spark of electricity up Louis’ spine, unable to hold back any of the obscene sounds leaving him.

“Can't wait to have you barefoot and pregnant walking around our house,” Our house. Louis was torn between fixating on that, or Harry’s cock jabbing into his prostate, “Gonna do whatever you need to make sure you're comfortable. Do you want that princess?” A deep kiss is pressed into his open mouth, not giving Louis a chance to answer right away. It was probably for the best considering he was on the brink of allowing Harry to propose.

“Yes, I want all of that. Would do anything for you,” Maybe it was crazy, but at that moment he meant it.

A dazzling smile was shot down at him, Harry’s eyes trailing down his form, “Anything, huh?” Dragged across Louis’ face was a finger, but he was still able to nod in response.

Green eyes were fixed on his parted lips, the finger making its way to his mouth before dipping in. Harry’s thrusts slowed marginally, still keeping up a steady rhythm while he decided what his next plan of action was. Another finger slipped into the wet heat of Louis’ mouth, falling until they were at the back of his throat.

In the blink of an eye, Harry spits directly into Louis’ throat. The reaction was instantaneous, Louis’ body jerking with it. Tears began prickling in his eyes, overwhelmed by everything happening. Another load of saliva hit the sensitive muscles of his throat, but he did well not to choke

“These are the only kind of tears I ever want to see leave those precious blue eyes of yours,” An unexpected snap of his hips drew a high-pitched cry from Louis, “What’s your color?”

The fingers left his mouth temporarily, so he was able to answer, “Green, Daddy.” 

Harry smirked down at him, letting his hand fall away, only to bring it down sharply on Louis’ cheek. Fuck. He wasn’t sure if Harry would ever do it, even though the man had marked ‘face-slapping’ with green on his list. Initially, Louis was hesitant to give his list back over in fear of Harry thinking he was a freak, but Harry being the gracious person he is only comforted him. Now, one of his secret interests was being brought to life.

“Yes! Daddy, more, please,” Harry’s cock plunged into him brutally, nearly making his pleas come out incoherently.

“Shhh, I’ve got you,” Another slap landed on his soft skin but with enough ease to not leave a mark in the days following. 

All Louis could do now was moan out pathetically, crying steadily from the pleasure he was receiving. The head of Harry’s cock hit the bundle of nerves in him repeatedly, leaving his body to tremble with the motions. It was overwhelming and not enough at the same time. An additional bead of saliva was given to him, this time landing on his cheek. Following that, was another slap, only to be caressed gently seconds later.

Louis’ hands found against his restraints futilely, Harry cooing at his poor attempt, “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” When Louis tried to turn his head to the side, it was quickly directed so that his eyes met Harry’s, “Don’t hide from me, princess. From now on, I swear to never let a day pass where I don’t remind you of that. You deserve everything good that this world has to offer.”

The devotion in his tone was what sent Louis over the edge. His small cock shot off completely untouched, accompanied by deafening moans which the man above him encouraged. On no occasion had anyone ever spoken to him like that, so it was a new feeling that affected him.

“So good for me sweet girl. Fuck, shit - I’m not going to last much longer,” A heated kiss was planted on his lips, trying his best to reciprocate the intimate gesture.

Taking in a deep breath, he slurred out the words that Harry needs to hear, “Need you to come inside me Daddy, so you can knock me up. Breed me.” 

That pulled something akin to a growl out of Harry’s chest, the man’s thrusts becoming punishing. Louis used what little strength he had to wrap his legs around Harry’s hips, coaxing the orgasm out of him. Hot come began to fill him up, a hand falling to his hip to hold his wiggling body in place. The sensation caused Louis' soft cock to twitch, never able to resist the urge of having Harry’s load fill his hole.

He blanked out after that, letting himself succumb to the floaty headspace that he craved. That was until he was rudely woken up, “Hey, baby, are you with me?” A disapproving whine was thrown at the man, Louis attempting to roll over and avoid being moved, “I know, but I need you to drink some water. How about we take a hot bath too? It’s already set up, and I can carry you in.”

That sounded nice. He blinked his eyes open slowly, adjusting to the light illuminating from the lap on the bedside table. In lieu of a verbal response, he stretched his arms so they wrapped around Harry’s neck. A soft kiss was placed on his nose, and he was swiftly lifted.

Being put into the tub was a blur until a chilled bottle of water was brought to his lips. He sipped at it gratefully, finishing off the bottle because he knew Harry would urge him to drink every last drop. The liquid brought him back to the present, feeling a pair of strong arms wrapped around his middle.

“Are you back with me now?” A gentle voice asked him, followed by a hand rubbing sweetly at his tummy.

“I am. Thank you for the bath,” He shifted his head backward until it was nestled perfectly into the crook of Harry’s neck, sighing in approval at the position.

The pair sat in comfortable silence for a bit, until Harry spoke up again, “So, um, are we okay? I am sorry about making you lose your job. I can try and talk to some more people about getting it back since I have a lot of pull there obviously. That isn’t -“ Louis was quick to cut off his rambling.

“Harry, it’s fine, I promise. You don’t have to do any of that, and you can continue going there if you’d like,” Truth be told, he would be a bit peeved if Harry continued to go back, but that nugget of information would be kept to himself.

“Trust me, I have no desire to return. For the sake of transparency, I only ended up coming so often just to see you. The reason I came back in the first place was just to see some of the boys, but when I met you I suddenly loved golf and had to come regularly,” The grin on his face was so bright that he could feel it on his head, making his lips lift at the corner.

“You’re lying. All rich people golf, it’s ingrained into that lifestyle,” He placed his hands atop Harry’s, linking their fingers together so he could feel closer to the man. 

“Ask anyone and they can confirm. Golfing is quite boring to me, and I never understood the hype. Sure, I own a good portion of the club, but that was just to help out some friends when they ran into trouble a while back. I have no qualms about pulling any funding I’ve given. It might sound terrible, but I did have my lawyer write up a contract that was able to get me out of the deal if I wanted. Hey, maybe you could be my new lawyer.”

An airy giggle fell from his lips as fingers tickled against his sides, “I’m not allowed to practice yet, so, you’ll have to wait.”

“I have to ask before it drives me insane, are you sure you want this? A relationship with me? I just can’t stand the thought of you feeling pressured in any way. Although, I will say that this is serious to me Lou. I want it all with you,” His tone was gentle, with a hint of seriousness. Yet, Louis didn’t feel intimidated by it.

He lifted their hands up, interlocking their pinky fingers together, “I promise I’m not feeling any sort of pressure, so, stop worrying about that like you always do. It’s been a while since I’ve met someone I saw myself having a relationship with, but it seems like you broke that streak. Is this official now?”

“Yes, absolutely. Louis William Tomlinson, you are now my boyfriend. There’s no need to ask, I'm assuming, but write the date down in your calendar. If you forget our anniversary, I’ll give you shit about it until my dying days.”

“You’re ridiculous. Are you going to take me on a real date now?” A private smile was plastered across his face, which he would be embarrassed by if anyone else saw. Well, mainly Niall, because he wouldn’t hear the end of it.

“Personally, I think we’ve been on several real dates, but yes I will. Would you like to go shopping for something to wear?” His arms squeezed tighter around Louis’ abdomen, planting a line of soft kisses up the younger man’s neck.

“You have bought me plenty of clothes, I’m sure I can scrounge up something. There’s no room in my closet anymore, so, I might have to keep some here,” He had moved some of it into Niall’s closet, and his friend wasn’t too happy about it. 

“Hm, might as well move in with me. What? I’m serious,” An offended sound escaped his chest at Louis smacking his arm.

“Give it a month, and then we’ll see. Need to make sure you won’t get sick of me, only to kick me out onto the streets. Poor Niall is going to be so lonely.”

“You know I would never. We can shove Niall into a room far away from ours, I’m sure he wouldn’t be too fond of hearing what we get up to,” The last sentence came out husky, but Louis needed to recover from their last round, so he refused to give in.

“Sounds good to me.”

If you asked him two months ago what he would be doing by then, he probably would have said “Same old thing.” Even he would be shocked if informed that he would go from cart girl to sugar baby, to boyfriend in that period. He might have lost his job, but truthfully, he thought to himself that it might be worth it.

Something about Harry just felt so right. Initially, he was hesitant, but that was simply because of his job. Niall was going to be ecstatic when he found out that they’re together officially, and will surely go on about how he was right in his prediction that the pair would end up together. Louis wondered if his friend was some sort of cupid who had psychic tendencies. It really wouldn’t shock him if that was the case.

All in all, Louis knew they would be okay.

FIN.