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Louis’ sifting through the contents of the box as Harry leans against his shoulder, paging through an old diary and giggling occasionally. There’s lots of small sentimental things in the box; Harry’s name badge from school and his folded up Blisters For Bread participation certificate, an old birthday card from his nan and a picture of him and White Eskimo clutching a trophy, an adorable picture of him and Zayn, no older than ten in matching pyjamas sitting on top of sleeping bags.


He pins a little badge that says Jim and Barbara to Harry’s chest, Harry watching his hands with a fond smile. ‘That’s from the wedding I was ring bearer for.’


There’s a worn ticket stub that Louis picks up, eyes widening when he skims over the venue and act’s name. ‘Shit, I was here!?’


Harry hums in question, leaning over to see what he’s holding. ‘What, really?’


‘Yeah, The Script. I was there.’


Harry presses a kiss to his cheek before he nuzzles into his neck. ‘I guess fate really wanted us to be together.’


Louis kisses the top of his head, going back to digging through the box before he picks up a folded up piece of paper. He opens it up and reads what’s written across the top before his eyes widen as he reads down the list.


‘Twenty one things to try before 21,’ he reads aloud, voice lilting with amusement as he reads a younger Harry’s handwriting, neat and loopy script spelling out things that are less than innocent.


Harry tries to grab the list from him, but Louis leans away, holding it out of his grip. ‘Basics. Handjobs, blowjobs, grinding naked with multiple question marks, fingerfucking, rimming-' he pauses, 'Babe, why are all the first ones crossed out?’


Harry makes grabby hands, whining in his throat. ‘Give me,’ he whines, dragging out the e.


‘Oh shit, are they crossed out because you did them? Oh you little slag.’


Harry grabs it back from him, pouting. Louis can see his smile trying to break through though, so he can’t be truly upset.


‘I was seventeen,’ Harry whines, holding the list to his chest.


‘Slutty seventeen,’ Louis quips, before he leans in and tickles his waist, Harry gasping as he squirms away from Louis’ fingers and Louis can grab the list back from him.


Harry keens as Louis skims his eyes down the list, eyes widening more with each item. ‘Dom sub stuff? Daddy kink. Creampies! Felching?’


‘Like, eating your come out?’


‘Fuck,’ Louis says for lack of better reply, rubbing his hand over Harry’s tummy before he returns to reading the list. ‘Roleplay, coming untouched?’


‘I saw it in a video,’ Harry supplies with a shrug.


‘Belly bulging? Is that like when I can see myself in you?’ Harry hums, nosing at his neck. Louis thinks back to the first time he fucked Harry, opening him up for ages on one, two, three fingers before he’d pressed inside him slowly, waiting for Harry to adjust. He’d been fucking him slowly when Harry gasped, his hand flying his tummy. Louis looked down in awe at the sight of Harry’s tummy bulging out from having him inside him, his little body too small for Louis’ cock. ‘Object insertion- wait, like what? A dildo or like, a wine bottle?’


Harry’s cheeks are as red as the Rudolf on his jumper as he shrugs. ‘More like, a wine bottle I think? Like I think a wine bottle would be dangerous, but more like, weird things than just a sex toy?’


‘Shit Harry, how did you find out about all these things?’


‘I was young and horny and porn was free,’ Harry says while examining an old class photo.


‘Feminisation, exhibitionism, humiliation. Babe, are these still things you’d be into?’ he asks gently. They’ve been together just over a year and their sex has never been anything but vanilla, aside from that one time he pressed Harry’s face into the pillow while they were drunk and the occasional gentle spankings he gives him when the mood fits. Harry shrugs, his face hot when he hides in the crook of Louis’ neck. ‘You can tell me darling, I’m willing to try anything you want,’


Harry whines and burrows into his side, mumbling what sounds like ‘Kinda,’


Louis leaves it at that. ‘Total power exchange?’ he asks before Harry rests his head on his shoulder so he can see the list as well.


‘Uh, giving you control? Like you would tell me what to wear, and when I can eat and like, use the loo. You could like, even tell me when I’m allowed to speak?’


Louis nods and squeezes his shoulder as thanks for his explanation, tucking Harry under his arm as he returns back to the list. Breath stuff, bondage, sensory deprivation, impact stuff, fist- ‘Fisting?!’ he chokes out.


Harry groans, but Louis just squeezes his shoulder again and moves on so not to make him feel bad. But the last four have his eyebrows shooting up into his hairline. Threesome, shown off to friends, older man, gangbang. Louis’ throat feels tight.


He’s about to say something when Anne calls them down for dinner and he folds up the list again as Harry pushes against the wall to stand. He holds out a hand to pull Louis up as Louis tucks the list into his back pocket.




His mind is stuck on the list throughout dinner. He watches Harry as he laughs loudly with a flimsy paper crown on his head and can’t stop thinking about all the times he’s fucked Harry when Harry probably wanted more, wanted to try stuff on the list and didn’t know how to ask Louis.


They cuddle up on the couch to partake in the apparent Styles/Cox tradition of watching Love Actually every Christmas and with Harry half in his lap, he imagines tying him up, blindfolding him, spanking him till his arse is raw. Passing him around his work colleagues.


They only retire to bed once it’s technically Boxing Day and everyone is a bit pink-cheeked and tipsy, Robin pinching his cheek as they part ways and he closes Harry’s bedroom door before he kisses him.


They fuck with Louis’ fingers in his mouth as he kisses his neck, and part of him wants to maybe try out the second thing on his list and hold him down, slap him around a bit, but he doesn’t want to scare him.


Afterward, when Harry’s all soft and tuckered out, Louis’ mind is racing. Harry falls asleep quickly, with his back to Louis’ chest, while Louis thinks about Harry’s birthday. He’ll be twenty one in just over a month. Thirty six days.


More than enough time to try out everything on his list.




He thinks on the drive home, his hand resting on Harry’s thigh.

Louis’ dommed people before but he’s never even thought about it with Harry. He spanks him occasionally, pulling him over his knee and smacking his arse until he’s hard and drooling to get his mouth on Louis’ cock, but. It’s never seemed to be something Harry would want past the way he sometimes goes all soft and sweet in bed, and Louis has never really known how to go about saying “Hey baby, could I maybe choke you when we fuck tonight? Ta.”


Louis had a boyfriend in uni who liked to be tied up and liked it when Louis didn’t let him come, and he once slept with a guy who called Louis Master, so he’s no aficionado, but he’s no novice. And if that’s something Harry wants, he definitely has no qualms with giving him it.


He just feels a bit off because they’ve been fucking like rabbits for over a year and they’ve spoken about everything, from Louis’ “It was a misunderstanding, I swear!” jail record and Harry’s short lived Marilyn Manson phase, and Harry’s never said anything, given no indication, which hits Louis quite hard, frowning at the line of the road as he clings to the steering wheel.


He’s always prided himself on being able to read Harry, can tell when he’s got a shit hand by the furrow of his brows when they play rummy and can tell when he’s exhausted and trying not to show it, and when he needs space and when he needs to be a little koala and cling to Louis, can tell when the little muscle in his chin twitches and he’s about to cry.


He thought he could read him in bed, follow his body’s signals and read when he wants it harder, when his thighs start to spasm because he’s going to come.


‘Darling,’ he says, to get Harry’s attention on him and off his game of 2048, ‘I was thinking about the list-’


Harry cuts him off with a groan as he drops his phone into his lap and covers his face with his hands. ‘Please, enough with the list. It’s embarrassing,’


Louis squeezes the meat of his thigh and coos, looking over at him as long as he can before he looks back at the road. ‘No darling, what I was going to say is, what would you think about trying to do everything on it before your birthday? As an early present from me?’


Harry peeks at him through the gaps in his fingers as Louis pets his thigh comfortingly and Harry drops his hands, letting one cover Louis’.


‘Really?’ he asks tentatively.


Louis nods, sparing him a glance. ‘Yeah, we have thirty six days. Well, thirty five if we start tomorrow, and thirty one if we only start next year. Which would make sense so we could prepare a bit, I think,’


Harry bites his lip to try and contain the wild spread of his smile before he nods and squeezes Louis’ hand. ‘I think I’d really like that. Thank you Lou,’


Louis turns his hand over to tangle their fingers together before he squeezes back.




As soon as they get home, Harry orders Chinese and Louis hops into the shower, with he and Harry swapping places as soon as he’s done. Louis wants nothing more than to just climb into bed, so he pulls on his pyjamas and opens his laptop, cradling his angry beef as he opens up Chrome.


Harry barrels onto the bed in nothing but Louis’ t-shirt and pants as he pounces onto him. Louis steadies his laptop on his thighs as he lifts his arm to allow Harry to burrow under. Harry purrs when Louis twists his fingers in his wet hair, pulling gently as his glasses slowly but surely slide lower down his nose. Harry plucks a noodle from his container with two fingers, sucking it between his lips as he curls up against Louis’ side.


‘Did you know they have clubs for this sort of thing? Like dom sub clubs?’ Louis asks, opening a link in a new tab as Harry whines when he stops playing with his hair. ‘Clubs where people go and play around with other people, I think,’


‘Sounds fun.’ Harry says thoughtfully, resting his head over Louis’ heartbeat. Louis just hums in agreement as his mind runs away with the thought of showing Harry off to a room full of practiced doms and subs. He wonders what they would think of him and his wide trusting eyes and full wet mouth, if they’d see him as a natural or nothing special. Louis guesses the former.


Harry gets bored watching him read through various Wikipedia articles and kink-based sites, fitting himself under Louis’ arm as he thumbs through the arts and crafts book his mum got him for Christmas. Louis has no idea how Harry is still just a teacher’s aide and hasn’t been offered a job already, what with how he’s spent most of his holiday looking for fun things to keep his rugrats entertained.


‘Am I assertive?’ Louis asks, frowning at his screen. Harry hums in question before he pushes himself up onto his elbow to look at Louis’ screen.


‘Yeah, think so. What is this?’


‘Just, like, research. Some of these are pretty big, I’m kinda scared I fuck you up permanently of something,’


Harry leans over and kisses him softly before he settles down with his head on Louis’ chest as he stares up at him with Bambi eyes. ‘I trust you with my life, Lou.’


Louis sighs before he brings a hand up to card through Harry’s hair, pulling gently like he knows Harry loves.


Harry goes back to his book as he drapes one leg over Louis’, resting back on the pillows as Louis settles his hand on his upper thigh.


‘Was also thinking,’ he says sometime later as he’s researching health risks, ‘we need to get tested before I can come inside you.’


Harry looks over at him before he nods. ‘We can go tomorrow maybe?’


Louis nods before Harry kisses his cheek. They laze about until it’s dark outside and it’s his turn to make supper. He photocopies Harry’s list in the study while he waits for the water to boil, pinning it to the fridge with a Mojo Jojo magnet when he gets back.


Harry pads down and clings to Louis, resting his head against Louis’ shoulder and humming. Louis catches him eyeing the list with the slightest blush when he lets go of him to chop carrots, licking his lips.


Louis kisses his temple, squeezing his waist softly until Harry leans in to kiss him back.




They walk to the clinic in the morning, hand in hand and walking shoulder to shoulder under Louis’ umbrella as it drizzles. Louis waits in the waiting room, tapping his foot and playing Candy Crush until Harry comes out and Louis can go in.


Louis does all his tests obediently, listing his sexual history to the nurse before peeing in a cup and opening his mouth for a swab, grimacing his way through an ever so pleasant rectal swab. He sits still as the nurse draws his blood, offering him a chocolate biscuit and a condom afterward. She tells him that his and Harry’s results will be posted to them within the next two weeks, and then to come back to be tested again in six months.


Harry’s reading a baby magazine in the waiting room, legs crossed with a little frown of concentration pinching his eyebrows together. Louis whistles softly, so that he looks up, face splitting into a grin when he sees him. He closes the magazine and sets it down on the coffee table before he stands up, bounding toward him.


Louis rests his hand at the small of his back as Harry waves to the secretary, before Louis is escorting him out. ’Hey,’ Harry whines, dragging out the vowel, ‘how come you got a chocolate one?’


Louis looks down at the biscuit in his hand before he passes it to Harry, getting a kiss to his scraggly jaw as they step outside. It’s not drizzling, but the sky is dark and the clouds full with rain, so they hurry back home, Harry stuffing the plastic wrapper into his back pocket before breaking the biscuit in half and shoving the bigger half into Louis’ mouth before he can protest.


Louis makes them tea when they get home as Harry pulls off the hood of his mac before he shrugs it off and picks up Louis’ coat where he’s chucked it over the back of the sofa. He takes them back to their bedroom, hanging them up, no doubt.


They tuck together in front of the television for a few hours, until Harry’s soft and sleepy and Louis feels near regretful when he lifts his arms from where they’re wrapped around his waist, easing out from under where Harry’s head is resting on his chest.


‘I love you darling, be back later,’


Harry nods sleepily, eyes little slits that leave Louis completely sure that he’s going to settle for a nap as soon as he closes the front door behind him.


He’s got maps open on his phone, a little blue dot resting over where he is, and then a red pin about 3 million kilometres away with the address Niall gave him.


He walks briskly to the underground, buying a ticket before he goes in the direction Niall told him to, until he’s probably a good half hour away from home. He follows the little blue pathline until he’s in a busy street, walking along the pavement until he stops in front of the shop with the blacked out windows.


It’s a small shop but as soon as he steps foot inside he feels a bit awed. There’s just so much stuff. Stuff that he’d never even imaged could exist and stuff he never thought he would be into, but the longer he looks around, the more he can just imagine using everything on his boy.


‘Louis!’ Niall calls, stepping out from behind the till after patting the shoulder of the girl next to him, before he works towards Louis. He pulls him into a one armed hug, patting him in the centre of his back. ‘You have a list?’


‘Yeah, hold on a sec,’ Louis says before he pulls his phone out his pocket, handing it to Niall before he pulls out his photocopy of Harry’s list from his back pocket. ‘It’s in notes.’


Niall nods, unlocking his phone before he chews at his thumbnail, one arm folded across his chest. ‘Shit man,’ he says slowly, grinning as he shakes his head. Louis passes him the folded up list, raising his eyebrows for Niall to unfold it. Niall does, eyebrows shooting up his forehead. ‘Harry wanted this? I don’t know why I’m not surprised.’


Louis just shrugs looking around the small shop. It’s a bit dingy and filled with stuff that makes him feel way out of his element; he spots a row of silver fist-shaped dildos. ‘Come on, think we have everything you want.’


Louis’ given little time to respond before the Niall is striding to the back wall of the shop, holding his phone and his list in the palm of his hand as he slips the other hand into his pocket. He follows after him slowly, getting distracted by a full leather bodysuit.


Niall whistles to get his attention. ‘Lou, what does your boy like?’ Niall asks, gesturing to the large array of dildos shelved on the back wall. Louis has never seen such a large selection of sex toys in his life, didn’t know they even made so many different types. He chokes his on his tongue as he eyes the ones further down that look about as big as his thigh. Harry has a tiny little arsehole and Louis nearly chokes at the thought of trying to get that inside him. Louis shakes himself out of it, stepping forward to skim his eyes over the selection of toys.


‘Um, he has a small pink one that looks kinda like,’ he pauses as he eyes the large selection, before he points at a small, fat vibrator, ‘that one. But I think I want one a bit bigger, you know?’


‘Pink as well?’


Louis shrugs. ‘Why not.’


Niall hands Louis three boxes, stacking them in his arms before he picks one more from the shelf. ‘Well, this one has a curved tip so that it vibrates against the prostate and is made of very easy to clean silicone.’


‘You sound like such a good salesman,’ Louis laughs, Niall rolling his eyes before he carries on and Louis nods along as he tries to absorb everything Niall tells him before he just chooses a see-through pink one, flecked with little bits of glitter that’s a bit thinner than his wrist.


Niall then guides him through the shelves, getting Louis a basket that he loads everything on Louis’ list inside. He shows Louis their selection of collars, giggling a bit as Louis sets down his basket to hold up different collars against his neck. He chooses a sterling silver collar with a large ring at the front and a black lead to go with it. Niall scoffs and lets Louis try out different cuffs on his thin wrists, Louis slapping his arm as he fiddles with a pair of black ones, then pink, before choosing white padded cuffs with little clips and chain to link them together, letting Niall convince him to buy a ring clip so that all four can be connected. He chooses a matching white blindfold, made of a fleece-lined band connected to two fleece-lined pads to cover his eyes and small buckles at the back, then a plain black ball gag.


Niall has him try out a paddle and a flogger on the mannequin in the back, guiding his wrist before he giggles him through where it’s safe for him to hit Harry, and where he should never think of touching, tucking a little print out down the front of his shirt afterward, after Louis’ set an imprint paddle and a black flogger in his basket.


Niall explains the different rope types to him, letting him play around with them and feel them against his wrists, but all that Louis really takes from his rehearsed insight is that silk or cotton rope is best, and so he buys four lengths of cotton rope before he makes a mental note to buy new scissors as Niall types a few websites for knot reference into his phone.


‘What’s this?’ Louis asks, gesturing to the rack of hanging bars. Niall looks up from his list.


‘Spreader bars. To hold open legs and arms, and can be clipped together,’ he recites, looking up at Louis with a grin. ‘Think it’s something your boy would be into?’


Louis shrugs, imagining Harry’s thighs spread wide as he wears the padded cuffs, the four of them linked together behind his back as he’s held open. ‘Yeah, I think so. Are any of them for thighs, specifically?’


‘Well, they’re generally adjustable so personally I would recommend getting a shorter one and just adjusting it, so you can use it on his arms and stuff,’ Niall tells him as he hands him a bar with cuffs on either end and instructions on how to adjust the length on the back of the tag before he hands Louis back his phone.


‘I’m afraid you’ll have to go somewhere else for the underwear and stuff, but other than that I think you’re set.’


‘Thanks.’ Louis ruffles his air before he rests his arm over his shoulder, letting Niall walk him back to the till as he sets his basket upon the counter.


He picks up three tubes of lube at the counter and a box of condoms as Niall scans his stuff. ‘You know, I swear you could sell me air if you wanted,’ Louis jokes, Niall chuckling as he tries to scan the box of the collar, ‘You should be selling life insurance or cars or something.’


Niall snorts, shrugging. ‘I like it here, get lube and condoms for free.’


Louis leans over the counter to flick his nose before resting his elbows down on the shiny black surface. He fingers a little dish full of little plastic shapes on keyrings, picking up a pink plastic heart. There’s a button in the centre and he’s about to press it when


‘Don’t press that. Safeword alarms. Start screeching like a golden egg out of water when you hold the button down,’


Louis considers the heart in his palm, before he slides it to Niall for him to ring up too. He picks up a little black square then, and presses the button just because Niall told him not to.




He leaves the shop with a heavy black bag and an open condom down the back of his shirt courtesy of Niall when he unlocks his phone, opening his map to switch to his next set destination, about four blocks over. He types out a quick message to Harry, warning him of the cost of everything. Harry’s a little silver spoon baby and just replies with a sweet k, can’t wait to see you. love you xx


Then a few seconds later I feel like making banana bread, can you run to the shops on your way back? Xxx


sure thing babe, but I’m going to take a bit longer. there’s a few more things I need to get xxx he sends.


Harry response is instant. okay :( I’ll go. Anything you want?


no thanks, will be home soon


Harry sends back a quick love you followed by a million fruit emojis and a little snail. Louis sends him back a snake and a star.


Louis brisk walks through the cold, following his phone’s directions until he gets to where he needs to be. The shop is daunting, and Louis feels alarmingly out of place as he steps inside and looks around at the room full of lingerie nervously. It only takes him half a minute before he’s asking for help.


A pretty shop assistant in bright pink lipstick and a tightly drawn blonde ponytail named Perrie offers to help him choose out something for Harry under the guise that it’s for his girlfriend. But almost instantly he slips while discussing bra size and she laughs before showing him their lingerie sets.


He shows her a picture of Harry from last year, when they went to Spain with his parents. Harry’s golden and smiley and wearing the tiniest yellow shorts, standing knee deep in bright blue water. Perrie lays out different sizes of different everything, having him test everything in his hands.


‘I’d ask breast size, but I think that’s a bit silly.’ She has a contagious laugh that has Louis giggling with her. ‘I think this is probably the smallest we have that will fit around his chest. Does it feel fine?’


Louis cups his hands over flimsy fabric, closing his eyes. ‘Think so, should be fine.’


Perrie nods, setting the bra aside. ‘Okay, bum-wise?’


‘About a handful, I think?’


Perrie thumbs at three different pairs of knickers. ‘Can I see the picture again?’ Louis passes her the phone again and she examines it before setting aside a bra, a garter belt, and a pair of knickers. ‘These sizes will be your best bet, so feel free to choose whatever you like in these sizes.’


He chooses out a champagne-y peachy pinkish set for him, with a sweet unpadded bra and the tiniest thong he’s ever seen with a garter belt that will sit tight around his waist with a little frill of lace, sheer stockings to match.


He pays with his own card, watching raptly as Perrie folds everything delicately into a peachy pink, tissue-paper lined bag, before he can finally set off home.


He tucks the AP bag into the back of their cupboard when he gets home, but sets the bag from the sex shop on the counter for Harry when Harry gets back. He doesn’t have to wait long before Harry comes back with three Waitrose bags in hand, packing everything away before Louis watches as he peeks inside and his face lights up.


They pack everything into their underwear drawer until they find a better place to keep what will probably end up being a growing collection of toys. Harry’s adorably excited, springing at Louis to kiss him as soon as he closes the drawer.




It’s pouring with rain and getting anything done seems impossible. Harry wrangles him out of bed just before noon and they brush their teeth side by side, before Louis wraps his arms around his waist and hums happily into his shoulder, trying to make life as difficult as he can when Harry goes through to the living room, clinging onto him and nudging Harry’s legs with his own.


Louis sits at the kitchen table, pulling the list off the fridge and setting in front of himself, nursing a mug of coffee, while Harry makes fajitas. He has to go back to work in seven days while Harry, the little shit, still has another twelve, so he scrolls through his email for the first time in weeks with a feeling of impending doom.


He pulls Harry down onto his lap when he slides a plate in front of him ‘I was thinking there’s a few things we kinda need to discuss.’


Louis secures his arms around his waist, pulling Harry back against his chest. Harry hums happily, sliding the list closer and straightening it out. ‘Okay,’ he says, taking a bite of his own fajita.


‘Okay,’ Louis repeats, ‘what do you think about maybe calling me sir? Like, for the dom/sub stuff. You don’t have to if you don’t want-’


Harry twists around in his hold, kissing the side of his mouth. ‘I’d love that, babe, if that’s what you want.’ He takes another bite, twisting around and feeding Louis a mouthful. ‘Are we gonna do petplay?’


‘I should hope so; I already bought stuff for it.’


Harry nods, leaning back. ‘Just checking.’


Louis kisses the nape of his neck, rubbing his hand over his tummy in light circles. ‘We’ll have to put off creampies until we get results back, so we’ll see when that is. Any ideas for what you want me to fuck you with?’


‘Not really,’


‘Okay, I’ll give that a bit of thought.’ He reads over the list again before he thinks of another question. ‘With feminisation, what would you like?’


‘How so?’ Harry asks, licking at his fingertips.


‘Do you want me to treat you like a girl or like, wear girl’s underwear?’


Harry squirms a bit. ‘Um, can I say both?’


Louis squeezes his waist again. ‘Of course, babydoll. Any ideas for humiliation?’


‘Ooh, I had an idea for this!’ Harry twists around slightly in his hold so that he can look at him. ‘I was thinking that maybe you could take pictures of me and, like, send them to your friends? Like when I’m blowing you maybe?’


‘You want me to take pictures of you and send them to my friends so they know how naughty you are?’ Louis asks softly, holding Harry tighter. He’s getting hard underneath him, and Harry’s coquettish little lip bite does nothing to help. He nods slowly. ‘Alright, we can do that.’


Louis picks up the list as Harry rearranges in his lap to sit sideways, so that they can look at each other properly. ‘What sort of things would you be into for total power exchange?’


Harry hums in thought, pouting his lips out as his eyebrows furrow. ‘What if like, you told me what to wear and what to eat and to like, brush my teeth and stuff. And you didn’t let me talk unless you ask me something. And like maybe you sneak me into your office and make me suck you off under your desk or something?’


‘Fuck, yeah, okay. Sounds good.’ He looks down at the list, skimming his eyes over things he finds pretty self-explanatory, before he asks, ‘Anyone in mind for the threesome?’


Harry flushes, leaning to rest against Louis’ side.


‘Zayn?’ he suggest in a soft voice. Louis strokes his hand up his side, brushing up his top to thumb at the soft skin of his hip.


It seems fitting. He and Harry have been friends forever, had their first kisses together, lost their virginity to each other. ‘Okay, I’ll speak to him. Anyone you want me to show you off to?’


He’s expecting Harry to say Liam and Niall and Zayn, but instead Harry buries his face against his chest. ‘I was kinda thinking, what if you showed me off to people from work? Like your office friends?’


Louis raises his eyebrows but shrugs. ‘Alright, anything for you. Now, I was thinking, what about it for the older man, we ask Ben?’


‘Ben?! My boss Ben?!’ Harry balks, turning to look at him.


‘You always talk about him and say you catch him looking,’


‘Okay, yeah. Ben.’


Louis kisses his temple. ‘For the gangbang, I was thinking we could just ask Liam, Niall, and Zayn? It can be anyone you want though,’


Harry stops him with a nod, leaning in to kiss him.


‘And finally, we should probably choose out safewords for if one of us isn’t feeling comfortable. A common one is like a traffic light system, so-‘


‘Red for stop, Yellow for slow, Green for good?’


‘Good boy.’ He kisses Harry’s cheek while Harry preens. ‘You do have your safeword alarm though, which you can keep whenever.’


‘Okay, that sounds good.’ Harry says with a grin and a nod.


‘So we’re all set?’ Louis asks, getting another nod. ‘Okay, then let me eat in peace now please.’


Harry gawps at him, affronted, and looks ready to protest when Louis tickles his side and stops him saying anything.




Louis sends out his emails while Harry’s doing the washing, typing out eloquent messages to Adam, Andrew, and Josh from work, a bit of an awkward message to Ben, matching emails to Zayn, Niall, and Liam asking if they’ll be willing to get tested and partake in number 21, then another to Zayn to ask his opinions on having a threesome.


He gets four replies before he’s even stood up, grinning to himself as he starts making flapjacks for brekkie, Harry coming up to snuggle against his back as the washing machine hums.


‘You know babe, was just thinking I didn’t even ask if you wanted to be on the receiving end of all this stuff.’


Harry flushes, pressing his cheek against his neck. ‘No, I do. I really do.’


‘You like it?’ Louis asks lowly, turning around to pull Harry into his chest. ‘Like getting fucked?’


Harry shrugs. ‘Yeah. I don’t know, I just like it a lot. Like, I like being taken care of, kinda?’ He looks up at Louis before his eyes widen. ‘Oh, did you want me to do the stuff to you?’


Louis shakes his head. ‘No, it’s alright pet. I’d prefer to fuck you, if you don’t mind.’


Harry’s flush deepens as he sticks out his tongue. ‘I love you. But like, if you ever did want, like, I mean, I could try…’


‘I’m alright baby, I’m not too fond of the other way round, so I’m happy fucking you if you are,’


Harry smiles and kisses him between his eyebrows before he slaps at Louis’ shoulder. ‘Shit, Lou! They’re burning!’




They ring in the new year at Zayn’s, drunk on champagne and kissing as everyone sets off party poppers and fireworks roar outside. They make out lazily on the couch as the party dies down, Harry melting in his lap as Louis traces his fingers up his back under his shirt and everyone sings along to Rihanna and sways with their last drinks in hand.


Harry claims childhood-friend privilege and secures them Zayn’s spare bedroom as Niall books the couch but ends up passed out on the carpet, letting Liam nab it instead. Zayn’s roommate, Colin?, takes two people back to his room, Louis notes. Harry drags him to the spare bedroom as Zayn ushers people out as politely as possible when it’s 4am and Louis has seen him take seven shots of vodka since the clock struck twelve.


They fuck as quietly as they can, which is apparently not very quietly, before they fall asleep, his head tucked over Harry’s shoulder as he wraps his arms tight around him.



January starts with a hangover and whinging baby Harry curled up in the front seat of his car as Louis pushes his sunglasses higher up the bridge of his nose and turns the radio down until it’s just a soft hum.


Harry sheds his jeans as soon as they get home and heads to the kitchen in his socks, Louis’ underwear, and his jumper as he tells Louis he is going to make the best fucking fry-up of the year and Louis is in charge of finding something to watch while they eat.


Louis shuffles after him after seeing Princess Diaries is only halfway through, spending the duration of Harry’s cooking expedition clinging to him like a hungover koala, his head hooked over his shoulder as he attempts to distract Harry with kisses to his neck.


As soon as Harry’s done, he tightens his arms around his waist and carries him through to the lounge as Harry fights and giggles in his hold until Louis deposits him on the couch, bringing food moments later and pulling Harry half into his lap before trying to juggle two plates of food on the couch’s armrest and trying to pull the throw over them.


Louis feels inconceivably comfortable and happy with his boy in his lap and his eyes drooping from the siren call of sleep.




They wake up late afternoon and stumble to bed, landing in a mess before Louis pulls Harry on top of him, hands on his hips to grind Harry down against him. Harry rests his elbows on either side of his neck, leaning down to kiss him as he grinds his cock against Louis, before he’s sitting up, changing angle as grinding his arse down against Louis’ cock until Louis comes in his pants, hands wrapped around Harry’s waist and moving him how he wants as he bucks up against him.


He rolls Harry off him, pulling his joggers down and resting the waistband under his arse so that he has access, spreading him open with his thumbs and eating him out. He fucks Harry on his tongue until he comes, fucking back onto Louis as he buries his face in his arse.


He’s hard again by then, Harry pulling his pants down so he can wrap his hand around him and jerk him off before he sucks him into his mouth, letting Louis twist his fingers in his hair and fuck his throat a bit before coming onto his tongue.


The curl up and sleep like puppies, number one on the list successfully completed and ready to be re-crossed off when Louis finds the energy to get up.



It’s hailing when Louis wakes up, face smushed against his pillow and arm resting across Harry’s back. He pushes himself to sit up groggily, rubbing at his eyes as he leans his weight into his arm, before he lets himself look at Harry.


His face is pressed against his own pillow, arms under his chest as the duvet rests against the dip of his spine. He lets out soft whistley breathes, mouth smushed into a pout as he rubs his nose against his pillow in sleep.


Louis rests his palm flat between his shoulder blades to feel the slight rise and fall of his breathing, before he runs his palm down the line of his back, into the little dip before resting on his arse underneath the line of the duvet. He returns his hand back to where it was via the same route.


Harry wakes up slowly, breathing out a little sigh as he blinks open his gorgeous eyes, rolling over onto his side as he treat Louis to his first smile of the day. ‘Morning,’ he yawns, voice low and scratchy.  Louis returns the greeting, before getting back down onto his side so he can roll on top of Harry and kiss his nose.


Harry giggles sleepily, eyes blinking as lazily as Louis pulls him out of bed. They have underfloor heating in the bathroom, so they probably stand brushing their teeth a little longer than necessary. And despite the fact that they have all the radiators on, Harry still layers on Louis’ university hoodie over his pyjama top, tucking his pyjama pants into his socks as Louis pulls on one of his jumpers.


Harry makes toast with apricot jam, knees up against his chest as he snuggles into Louis’ side on the couch, adamant about watching the news for a bit until Louis gets control of the remote.


With the loud sounds of the cold outside the sliding door, Louis feels eternally grateful that he gets to just snuggle up with his baby for as long as he wants, savouring his time off so he can spend it doing absolutely nothing with Harry.


It’s nearing noon and Louis’ contemplating trying to scrounge something together for lunch, Harry’s feet in his lap, when Harry starts shifting around in a manner he must think subtle. Louis eyes up the line of his leg, wrapped in his plaid flannels, and sure enough, there’s a bulge between his legs, half covered when Harry pulls down the hem of his top.


Louis pulls lightly on his ankles to get Harry’s attention, looking from his face to between his legs so that Harry flushes. ‘What’s got you so hot, darling?’


Harry flushes pink, sitting up and bending his knees until he’s almost pressed up against Louis. ‘Was thinking about last night-’ he murmurs, looking down at his knees before his eyes flick back up to Louis, ‘about the list.’


‘Yeah?’ Harry nods. ‘Tell me.’


Harry groans, leaning forward to press his face against his bicep. ‘Thinking about number two and you fucking me while I call you sir.’


His voice goes a little raspy, softer as he presses his mouth against Louis’ shoulder. Louis nods, swallowing thickly. ‘Get up.’ He says it as stern as he can manage, watching Harry blink up at him before he slides off the couch, standing obediently. Louis pulls at the hem of his hoodie. ‘Off.’


Harry scrambles to comply, sucking his lower lip into his mouth as staring at Louis with wide eyes. Louis stares at him a moment before pulling on his pyjama pants too, so that Harry is fast as lightning to pull them down, kicking them off and standing with his hands behind his back; t-shirt, underwear and socks.


He pulls Harry down onto his lap, spinning him so that Harry’s back is pressed to his chest and his thighs are spread over Louis’. Louis kisses his shoulder softly, dragging his fingertips up his arms as Harry lets out a tiny sigh, Louis trailing his hands back down his forearms, covering his hands with his own.


He guides Harry’s hand over his tummy, pressing down so that he drags his top up as Louis drags his hand up to rest between his nipples. ‘Hold that,’ Louis tells him, watching as Harry’s fingers curl to hold his t-shirt in place as Louis guides his other hand to rest on his thigh, ‘don’t move your hands.’


‘Yes sir,’ Harry breathes, fingers twitching as he splays them over the meat of his thigh.


Louis drags his thumbnail down the line of his tummy, circling his belly button before trailing down the faint line of hair leading into his waistband. He follows the fine trail, before he drags his nail just above his waistband, from one hipbone to the other, as Harry fill up nicely between his legs.


Harry’s hips twitch forward as Louis traces his nail up to his belly button and back down, before Louis swats his hip gently. ‘Still.’


Harry nods as Louis traces twirls and shapes all over his lower belly before he flattens his hand, dragging his palm down against the grain of his hair, before his fingers dip under his waistband.


He pushes down his waistband slowly, curling his fingers around his cock and drawing him out before he does the same with his balls, bunching up his underwear behind his sac. He strokes over Harry slowly as he hardens in his palm, running his thumb over his head before he drags it down the line of him.


Harry whimpers, pulling at his top as Louis jacks him off, speeding up his pace to match where he can feel his pulse under his ear. His fingers twitch on his thigh, blunt nails scraping against his skin as Louis works over him and the first trickle of precome bubbles out his slit.


Harry moans when Louis presses his thumb against his slit and drags down. ‘Quiet.’ He tells him, Harry nodding once before he sucks his lower lip into his mouth, eyes fixed to where Louis’ teasing his cock. ‘Eyes on the tv.’


Harry whimpers but obeys, looking up and gluing his eyes to the television as Louis speeds up his fist as his pulse quickens. ‘Tell me what’s happening.’


‘They’re looking at art,’ Harry mumbles, voice high and tinny as he strains himself to keep still and keep quiet and keep his eyes fixed to Matthew Broderick. ‘They’re at a museum.’


‘That’s good baby, you’re so good.’


Harry tries to suppress a whimper. ‘Thank you sir.’


Harry’s sweating in his hold as Louis spreads his legs, so that Harry’s spread wider. His hand’s mostly dry but for the slick Harry’s cock leaks and it can’t feel amazing with how fast he’s moving his hands as Harry breathes harder. ‘They’re- they’re talking, sir.’


Louis hums as he watches Harry’s thighs quiver as he keeps them wide open, his tummy tensing as his nails dig into his thigh and he tugs his top down.


‘Good boy. Do you want to come?’


Harry wines, nodding. ‘Please, sir.’


‘Okay,’ Louis tells him, ‘as soon as he starts singing, you can come.’


‘Thank you sir,’ Harry says in a rush, voice high and breathy as his hips twitch and Louis spreads his legs wider, so that Harry’s muscles must be pulling.


Louis jerks him off fast and steady as Harry swallows soft moans and whines, twitching in his lap and back against where Louis is hard against his arse. As soon as Matthew Broderick starts lip-syncing, Harry gasps, ‘Can I come? Please, sir?’


‘Alright, baby, you can come.’ He increases his speed, hand slipping over Harry’s wet cock as Harry’s back arches, body bending forward as his shoulders press back into Louis’ chest and his thighs spasm as they try to close, Louis keeping them open as he works him through it.


‘Good boy,’ Louis soothes, slowing his hand as Harry breathes hard, come streaking up over his trembling belly, ‘so pretty.’


Harry goes lax against him, breathing heavy as he goes limp and lazy and Louis closes his legs to stop straining Harry’s.


They shuffle to the bathroom after crossing out number 2 on the list. Harry sucks him off in the shower while Louis washes his hair, making sure the foam doesn’t get in his eyes as Harry gags around him, taking him until his nose is pressed up against his pubic hair. Louis comes down his throat with a soft, ‘Good boy.’


As soon as they’re dried, they tuck back into bed, all soft and clean from the shower as they share body heat underneath their duvet. Harry’s hair is soft where it brushes against Louis’ cheek as Louis cuddles up behind him, bare skin to bare skin.


Harry’s all soft and sleepy, boneless and happy as he snuggles back in Louis’ hold. ‘Baby,’ Louis murmurs against his ear as he rubs his thumb in circles against Harry’s waist, ‘was it okay?’


Harry rolls over in his hold to face him, Louis readjusting his arms around his waist as Harry cuddles up so their chests are almost pressed together.


‘Amazing. You’re amazing. Did you like it?’


Louis nudges his nose against Harry’s. ‘It was brilliant. Why didn’t we do it sooner?’


Harry kisses him softly. ‘I love it when you take control. And I love you.’


‘I love you too.’

2. D/S



Harry’s lost in the crowd, and part of Louis wants to go search for him, but his logic tells him to stay where Harry left him, leaning against the bar and fingering his empty shot glass as he looks out for a wisp of curly hair and tight jeans.


Harry and Zayn barrel into him out of nowhere, giggling and clumsy, matching glow sticks wrapped around their necks and wrists. Harry brandishes Louis with three red ones. ‘Sorry Lou,’ he says with big doe eyes, ‘I saw someone with glow sticks.’


Louis gives him a slow smile, lifting up his arm for harry to cuddle under, before he pulls his hand in front of his face, using both hands to snap all three glow sticks onto his wrist. Zayn leans around him to order them more shots, before he’s leaning against the bar and shouting over the music.


‘When we were ten,’ he starts, gesturing to where Harry’s giggling at his wrist, ‘Harry’s mum bought him a pack of five fat glow sticks, and when I stayed over and they went out, we cut them open and splattered them all over the room.’


Harry guffaws at the memory, warm and wriggly when he tips his head back onto Louis’ shoulder with a laugh. ‘It was like walking on stars, but then my room was sticky for the next year.’


Louis smiles down at him fondly, rubbing his hand over his shoulder. Harry looks delectable, wearing one of Zayn’s long sleeve t-shirts and his dominatrix boots, and looking so gorgeous that Louis kind of wants to pull him into the toilet for a quick fuck. Zayn’s tiny, so his shirt on Harry is near pornographic, the collar hanging low and loose and the hem of it resting against the Milkybar skin above his waistband.


Harry pulls both of them back onto the dancefloor after they’ve each slicked back a shot, Louis’ hand on his hip and Harry’s fingers tangled with Zayn’s as he navigates him to the middle of the room, where it’s hot and Louis feels like his world has shrunk and that all that really matters is the boy spinning around to press against him, arms around his neck as his starts to grind their hips together to the music.


He has no idea where Zayn goes off to, side-tracked by Harry mouthing at his neck as he pulls at his shirt so that it rides up his back. People are staring at them, at Harry. He makes eye contact with a pretty, sharp-faced man over Harry’s shoulder, catches him drawing his eyes up his boyfriend’s body before he makes eye contact with Louis. Louis winks, sliding a hand down his back to squeeze his arse.


Louis breathes out over his ear, Harry rutting his hips forward against Louis’ with a pleased hum. ‘When we get home, I’m gonna fuck you,’


Harry draws back to look at him, biting at his lower lip. ‘Why wait,’ he purrs, tacking on a soft, ‘Daddy?’




Louis pulls him into the bathroom, careening into a stall like horny teenagers, wrapped up in each other as he shoves the door shut with his hip, trailing his hands up Harry’s sides. He kisses him with all he has before drawing back, running his thumb over his lower lip before feeling behind himself to knock down the toilet lid, stepping backwards to sit down and running his hands down Harry’s arms until they’re wrapped around his wrists and he pulls him lightly.


Harry stands between his knees as Louis runs his hands up his sides, under his shirt as he traces over his waist, before back down. He thumbs along his waistband before he pops his button, pushing down at his jeans so that they puddle around his ankles as he leans forward to press a kiss to Harry’s tummy, curling his hands around his hips and holding him steady when he kisses down the faint line of hair before he kisses over the bulge between his legs.


He tucks his fingers into his waistband to draw his pants down slowly, pulling down until Harry’s cock slaps against his thigh, pants bunched up above his knees. Louis wraps his hand around him, stroking him slowly as he fills up in his palm, Harry leaning into it and resting his hand on Louis’ shoulder.


Louis digs into his pocket for his wallet, pulling out the condom and lube packet tucked away inside and setting them down on his thigh before he unbuttons his own jeans with one hand, working his hand over Harry with the other.


Louis pats his lap after he’s properly hard, Harry straddling his thighs and resting his arms over Louis’ shoulders. Louis leans up to kiss him softly, tearing open the lube to wet his fingers before he reaches behind him and presses one finger inside him. Harry gasps softly, pressing down against it as Louis sucks his lower lip into his mouth.


He presses in a second finger as he splays the fingers of his other hand on his arse, squeezing the soft flesh as he spreads his fingers so that Harry’s body gives, opening up enough for him to slip in a third finger. Louis’ had his fingers in his arse so much that all Harry does is sigh contently at the stretch before Louis curls his fingers, pressing down where he knows Harry’s spot is.


Harry sucks at his neck, whining a soft, ‘Daddy,’ as Louis crooks his fingers, the slick sound of him fucking him loud against the muffled pulse of rave outside the door, filthy and wet and Louis is very hard and he decides Harry’s open enough.


Louis rolls the condom down over his cock before he wraps his hand around himself as he draws his fingers out of Harry, wiping them on his thigh before he rests his hand on Harry’s hip, guiding him up until he’s standing slightly before he guides him back down, sitting him down on his cock.


Harry whimpers as Louis stretches him, eyes slipping shut as he slowly sinks down until his arse is cradled against Louis’ hips. Louis moves his hand to finger the collar of his top as Harry rests his head on Louis’ shoulder, squirming in his lap so that Louis’ cock shifts inside him. He pulls the collar to the side, brushing it off his right shoulder, leaning in to kiss his golden skin.


‘Daddy,’ Harry sighs, rocking his hips forward before Louis slides his hands down to rest on his chest.


‘You’re going to touch yourself here for me, okay?’ Louis croons, thumbing over Harry’s nipples through the worn top.


Harry nods before he sits back, brushing the top up over his tummy before he bunches it up under his arms, so he can roll his left nipple between two fingers as Louis tightens his hold on his hips, lifting him up before sitting him back down.


Harry moans, throwing his head back as Louis bounces him in his lap, Harry’s arse slapping against his thighs each time he pulls him down. Harry pours out a mess of moans and whimpers as he thumbs at his nipples, Louis squeezing him tight around the waist as he bucks his hips up at the same time he pulls Harry down onto him, fucking him deep and hard.


‘Daddy,’ Harry whines, hair falling in his eyes as rubs circles around his peaked nipples, breath coming out in little pants. He’s so hard, flushed against his tummy and bouncing each time Louis pulls him on and off his cock.


He lets out high little uh uh uh’s each time Louis sits him down on his cock, punching the sounds out his pink mouth. ‘Daddy, please,’


Louis leans forward to press a kiss to his chest. ‘You want me to touch you, kitten?’ he breathes against his skin. Harry nods, tilting his chin down to stare at Louis, eyes hazy and mouth hanging open. ‘Want me to touch your pretty cock?’


‘Daddy,’ Harry whimpers, hand straying from his nipple and down to his cock before Louis bats at his wrist.


‘Hands behind your back. Hold your ass open for me.’ Louis commands lowly, Harry biting his lip as he does what he’s told, arms bent behind himself and pulling himself open as Louis digs his nails into his soft waist, fucking his hips up hard so that Harry’s eyes roll as he moans.


Louis slides his hand up to thumb at his bright red nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger before he presses his thumbnail into the centre, making Harry screech, arching forward as his cock blurts out more slick.


Louis pulls on his nipple sharply before he rests his palm over his racing heartbeat, pushing him back until his back is arched.


Louis trails hand down his tummy to wrap around his cock, stroking him lightly in time with his thrusts so that Harry moans high in his throat. ‘Come on baby, want to see your pretty cock come for me. Show me how good you are for Daddy.’


Harry comes with a kittenish mewl, cock jerking in Louis’ hold as he streaks his tummy with white, shuddering forward until his head is resting on Louis’ shoulder, grip going slack on his arse as Louis holds him still, just fucking up into him slowly as he traces his fingers over his prick until Harry is shuddering.


Louis kisses his temple. ‘You’re so good baby, my good little boy,’


Harry breathes out slowly against his shoulder as Louis starts rocking up into him a bit faster, arms straining as he tries to slowly lower Harry down onto his cock before he lifts him back up, rubbing his hand down the arch of his back. Harry leans into it slightly, letting Louis use him until he’s pulling Harry down onto him, squeezing him tight as his hips jerk up and he comes inside him.


He kisses Harry’s shoulder afterward, stroking down his spine as Harry smiles into his shoulder.


‘Good boy.’


Harry pulls back to press a soft kiss to his jaw.




Louis wakes up in the guest bedroom with the dull throb of a headache when he sits up. Harry’s lying at the foot of the bed, curled up small and still wearing his boots, while the duvet on the other side of the bed is mussed up enough that he knows Zayn stayed over.


He has a new message from Zayn thanking them on his phone and a grumbling tummy. He also only has three more days of holiday, he thinks with a wistful sigh.


He pads downstairs to pour two bowls of cereal, carrying them upstairs and setting them down on the dresser before he walks down the passage to their bedroom, digging out the silver collar in its black box. He takes it back to the guest room, setting it down beside Harry’s sleeping form before he picks up one of the bowls of cereal, shaking Harry’s shoulder lightly until he groans and rolls onto his back.


‘Come on, love, wake up. Need to feed you,’


Harry groans, squeezing his eyes shut before he pushes himself up, sitting back against the footboard and blinking up at Louis blearily, taking Louis’ offering with the small twitch of a smile. Louis sits down next to him, shovelling cereal into his mouth as Harry sags against his shoulder and he scrolls through twitter.


He’s chewing slowly when he notices the black box by his foot, swallowing before he leans forward to pick it up, shaking it around and looking at Louis before he balances his bowl between his knees to open the box, sliding out the silver collar. His eyebrows raise before he looks at Louis, lips parted.


Louis ignores his pointed look, scrolling through his phone until he’s finished eating, ignoring Harry’s not-very-sneaky sideways glances at him. As soon as he’s finished, he hops off the bed, setting the empty bowl on the dresser and the collar around his wrist like an oversized bracelet, whistling for Harry to follow him as he walks to their bedroom.


Harry’s standing still and poised when Louis gets the lead out, hands behind his back and looking dishevelled and unfairly gorgeous in last night’s clothes. Louis winds the lead around his wrist.




Harry jumps into action to comply, pulling off Zayn’s shirt and chucking it onto the floor before he shimmies out of his jeans, bunched up around his ankles as he tries to kick off his boots with the zips still up. He sits down on his bum to unzip them properly before kicking them off, toeing off his socks and pulling off his jeans before he stares up at Louis, naked with goose bumps standing up on his arms.


Louis clicks his fingers in front of his thighs. ‘Here. Knees.’


Harry jolts to perform each task he’s given, shuffling over until he’s sat on his knees in front of Louis. He leans in to nose at Louis’ crotch, breathing heavily until Louis yanks him back by his hair. He squints his eyes in thought. ‘Stay.’


Harry does, stock still, as Louis pads into the bathroom, opening Harry’s little zip-up bag of hairties and slipping two onto his wrist. Harry’s watching him like a skittish pup when he comes back; Louis imagines that if he had a tail, it would be wagging as he comes to stand before him again.


He runs his hands through his hair, gathering half of it into a bunch before he ties it into a little ponytail, doing the same with the other and tightening them both until they’re level and vaguely neat from the front. His hair’s a bit dingy from smoke and sweat but it still looks soft and fluffy, like little puppy ears.


Louis holds up the collar, taking out the little pin that holds it together at the sides so that he can open it, Harry leaning his head back and elongating his neck as his eyelashes flutter against his cheeks while Louis settles the heavy weight of the metal around his neck like a claim.


Louis presses the pin into the collar to close it around Harry’s neck before he hooks two fingers through the hoop to test that it’s secure. Harry makes a soft little sound in his throat.


He reaches for the lead, clipping it onto the little hoop as Harry’s eyes flutter closed, his mouth parting slightly as Louis gives a sharp tug. ‘Come on pet.’


He tugs on Harry’s lead before he turns on his heel and strides into the living room, Harry crawling after him obediently.


He kneels obediently at his feet as Louis sits down on the couch, twisting his lead around his wrist as he reaches for the remote. Harry is quiet as Louis relaxes back into the couch and takes out his phone, scrolling through twitter to pass time before he moves onto Instagram. He likes the picture Harry posted of their matching socks before chances a look down at him.


He’s got his calves tucked under himself, back straight as he rests his hands on his knees, seemingly staring off into space with glassy eyes and open mouth. Louis whistles as he tugs his lead, making Harry look at him.


‘Want to sit with me, pet? Be a good little lapdog?’


Harry nods, little puppy ears bouncing, before Louis pats his lap and tugs on his lead. Harry clambers onto the couch clumsily, limbs akimbo as he wiggles into Louis’ lap. He’s warm, bare soft skin as Louis settles him, tugging his lead perhaps a bit too harsh to get him to still.


Louis pets his belly like he’s a little puppy, kissing the side of his head as he pointedly ignores how hard Harry’s getting.


Harry wriggles around in his lap, getting bored and nuzzling into Louis’ neck with loud little sniffs, before he licks a stripe up his neck. Louis tugs him back by his lead so that he can flick his nose. ‘Bad dog,’ he growls, Harry giving a little whimper as he burrows back into Louis’ chest.


Louis strokes down his back as Harry squirms around, nudging his nose under his ear, dropping his little paw into Louis’ lap, rubbing over him as he pants against his neck, tongue out. Louis lets him, just smoothing his hand from shoulder blade to shoulder blade as Harry wriggles backward, so that he has space to get on his knees and elbows


Harry presses his face into Louis’ lap, sniffing him before his hot tongue is dragging over the denim of his jeans. He sucks him through his pants, making loud slobbery sounds until Louis’ tucking a finger into the back of his collar, pulling him back so that Harry looks up at him with wide eyes and open mouth.


‘Off.’ Louis commands, snapping his fingers as Harry tumbles off the couch, crawling between his knees when Louis clicks his fingers.


Louis unbuttons his jeans, lifting his hips to push them and his underwear down before he pulls Harry forward with his leash. Harry licks over him messily, drooling all over his cock with a soft snuffle. Louis pulls lightly on a ponytail as Harry slobbers over him, licking him with broad wet swipes of his tongue.


Louis jerks him forward with his lead so that Harry sucks his tip onto his mouth, mouth warm and wet as he looks up at him under his eyelashes, wriggling his bum as if he were wagging his tail. Harry whines softly in the back of his throat, closing his eyes and drawing back to bump his nose against him before giving him a soft lick.


Louis pats his cheek so that Harry leans back on his haunches, sticking his tongue out and panting as he looks up at him. Louis stands, wrapping one hand on himself and tugging Harry’s lead with the other, whistling sharply so that Harry crawls after him towards their bedroom.


‘One the bed, pup,’ Louis commands, patting the foot of the bed so that Harry clambers on, crawling in a little circle before he sits down on the throw, blinking up at Louis. ‘Hands and knees, please.’


Harry does as told, crawling up the bed on hands and knees before he settles down onto his elbows, wiggling his arse at Louis as Louis lets go of his lead to fetch their lube from the bedside table, pulling out a condom before he slicks up his fingers. He fingers Harry open quick and efficiently, smacking his arse sharply when he doesn’t stop wiggling and whinging.


He rolls the condom onto himself before kneeing between Harry’s legs, until he’s right up against him, spreading lube over himself. He picks up his lead again, winding it around his wrist so that Harry’s head tilts back slightly.


‘Oh, you’re so good pup,’ Louis says as he presses his cock inside him, one hand on his arse as he pulls on his lead with the other. Harry whines like a kicked puppy as Louis starts fucking him straight away, curling his fingers around his hips, lead still clenched in one hand so his head is drawn back, throat bared.


Harry mewls as Louis’ hips slap against his arse, watching it fucking jiggle as he splits him open, using his thumbs to spread him more so he can have a better view of where Harry is pink and stretched around Louis’ cock.


Louis feels breathless, fucking his little bitch like an animal, pulling hard on his lead as Harry starts to pant like a real dog. Louis wants to pull out and shove his cock into his mouth, see if he slobbers all over him like a real pup.


It’s primitive and dirty, Harry bent over and struggling to hold himself up as Louis arches over him, sliding his hands up to his waist and gripping him so tight he might bruise. Hopefully will bruise. Harry whines, arching back as Louis brushes his lips against his ear.


‘So good, pup. Letting me breed you like a real bitch,’ he growls as Harry moans, fucking back onto Louis’ cock and panting with his mouth hanging open, collar heavy around his neck. He gives his lead a sharp tug so Harry chokes on a high moan before Louis leans back, so that the only place they’re touching is along the backs of Harry’s thighs and where Louis’ gripping onto his little waist. ‘Touch yourself, pet.’


Harry whimpers before he leans onto his elbow, pushing his arse up higher as he reaches down to get a hand between his legs, moaning from his chest when he does as his hips stutter back against Louis.


Louis wraps his lead around his wrist before he lets go of Harry’s waist and relocates to his little ponytails, pulling on them like bicycle handles as he rabbits his hips against his pet’s arse, fucking out the loudest whimpers and moans.


‘Come on,’ Louis groans, his balls tight and tummy full of fire as he nears orgasm, ‘come for me, pup. Come, you little bitch,’ he lets go of one of his ponytails to punctuate what he’s said with a sharp slap to his pinked arse.


Harry nears screams when he comes, Louis pulling his hair and digging his fingers into his arse to pull him open as he fucks the come out of him. Louis follows straight after him, pulling Harry back against his hips and holding him steady as he presses in deep and rocks his hips slowly.


He pulls out sluggishly, tying off the condom and chucking it into the bin when he goes to the bathroom for some loo roll, wiping off his tummy after Harry flops onto his back, belly up and panting like a dog basking in the summer sun.


Louis picks up his lead where it lays forgotten beside Harry’s head, pulling lightly as he rubs his thigh. ‘Come on, pet, let’s get you cleaned up,’


He sits Harry up on the counter in the bathroom, wiping down his tummy before he pulls Harry by his hips until his arse is tilted up and Louis can wipe at the wet between his thighs, before he wets a flannel and wipes over Harry’s face, so that he hums dazedly. Louis unties his hair carefully, before tying it into a neat little bun to keep it out of his face.


He takes off his collar, resting it down next to the basin before he kisses him softly, rubbing up and down his thighs. ‘What’s your colour, baby?’


‘Green.’ Harry hums.


Louis kisses him again. ‘Wanna go for lunch later?’


Harry nods, wrapping his arms around his neck, giggling softly when Louis slides his hands under his thighs and hoists him up.




They have brunch with Louis’ mum in the morning in a small café, bundled up in scarves and coats as Harry coos over pictures of the twins, sipping at hot chocolate while Louis rests his arm over the back of his chair.


They spend the day out shopping, Harry cooing over baby clothes with his mum while Louis tries to avoid the pointed looks Harry sends him when he picks up a little Man U onesie, and then when Harry pouts over a little onesie that says “If you think I’m cute, you should see my daddies” before he takes a picture and posts it on Instagram with a variation of sad emojis. He buys it when Harry isn’t looking, just in case.


Harry insists on buying his mum everything she half-coos at, hugging her tightly and shoving multiple shopping bags into her arms before Louis hugs her goodbye, walking her to the train station before waving her off.


Louis buys him another hot chocolate when they walk home, strolling through the park huddled together, fingers entwined. Harry’s nose and cheeks go pink from cold, looking offensively adorable, so much so that Louis stops him to pull him down onto the bench for a quick kiss that ends up not being all that quick.


Louis can’t keep his hands off him, wrapping his arm around his waist as they walk through the lobby before he pulls Harry against him in the lift, leaning back against the mirror as he presses their mouths together.


He’s pulling at Harry’s scarf as soon as the reach their floor, pulling his keys out of his front pocket to unlock their front door as soon as they step out of the lift, Harry pressed up against his back as he fiddles with the hem of his jumper.


They strip each other off as soon as they’re inside, leaving their clothing in a trail through the living room as Louis slides open the French doors, stumbling into the bedroom as Harry gropes at his arse to get his underwear off before Louis’ stumbling over the Recamier at the foot of the bed, falling back onto the mattress and pulling Harry on top of him.


They kiss for a bit, frotting against each other, until Louis guides Harry to lie how he wants him, his face down against a pillow, arse up. He traces his fingers up the backs of his thighs so that Harry shudders. Harry shifts his knees, so his legs open wider and Louis can see his hole, and Louis leans into press a kiss to the centre of his arsecheek, petting two fingers over his tiny little hole, before he slides his hand up his crack and down the arch of his spine, until his palm is resting between his shoulder blades.


He leans in to breathe over his hole, grazing his hand lightly back down his side, before he presses a chaste kiss to his arsehole. He massages Harry’s arse in both hands before he draws back and spits onto him, Harry clenching as Louis watching his spit drip over his hole and down his taint.


He cranes his neck to lick a broad stripe over him with the flat of his tongue, drooling spit over him until he’s pink and slick, and Louis slides one hand up to rest on his waist as he draws the other back before he lands a sharp smack over his hole, watching as Harry shudders and gasps.


He buries his face into his arse, holding tight onto his waist as the other palms at his arsecheek, digging his fingers in and spreading him open as he flutters his tongue over him, his spit getting his hole all messy as he teases around him with he point of his tongue, pressing the sharp point of it against him until the tip of his tongue edges inside of him, Harry squeezing tight around him and moaning into the pillow.


Louis gives his arse a sharp swat before he moves it closer, using his thumb to pull his hole open so he can wedge his tongue deeper inside him, licking at him as Harry keens, hips fucking back against his face while Louis rubs his thumb in circles against his waist, drawing his tongue out to lap at him messily.


Harry squirms around on his tongue, whimpering into his pillow as he gets his arse eaten, teasing him open with flicks of his tongue, hummingbird fast. He pulls back to suck his thumb into his mouth, getting it wet before he presses it down against Harry, Harry opening up and taking him as Louis presses his thumb in up to the knuckle, fucking it in and out of him leisurely as he cranes his neck to bite at the tender skin beside his hole, sucking until he’s sure Harry’s going to bruise, before he draws his thumb out.


He spits down over him again, rubbing it over his rim with his thumb before pressing back into him, fucking him steadily as he lowers his head to licks around his thumb, at where Harry’s opening up so nicely for him. He slips his index finger in alongside his digit, Harry unbearably tight around him as he clenches and whimpers.


Louis pulls his fingers out, reaching for the bottle of lube beside his thing and uncapping it, getting his fingers wet before he presses them back against his boy. He fucks Harry on two wet fingers, sucking another bruise where his arse and thigh meet, before he smacks his inner thigh, watching the skin flush pink. He rubs his fingers against the silk of him, spreading them to stretch him, before he presses them in as deep as he can, curling them so they nudge at Harry’s swollen prostate, rubbing him gently so that Harry wails into his pillow.


He presses the tip of his thumb in alongside his fingers, spreading them slowly so that Harry opens up wide for him, and Louis kisses up his arse before he leans to spit down between his fingers, watching it land on his rim before dripping down his finger, straight into his boy.


He sucks a final bruise into the centre of his arse before he withdraws his fingers, wiping them off on the back of Harry’s thigh as he gets up onto his knees behind him, kneeing closer until their thighs are pressed together. Louis leans over Harry to pick up the condom beside his elbow, his cock slipping along the cleft of his arse as he does, before he tears it open and rolls it down himself, using one hand to guide his cock and the other to spread Harry’s arse as he presses into him.


Harry’s so hot around him, clenching down tightly on him as Louis leans into his arm, pushing his arse down so his hips tilt up, Louis sliding in slowly until his hips are flush against Harry’s arse, hand sliding up his back and curling around his waist as he palms his arse with the other, shifting his hips inside him as Harry moans at the stretch.


‘Fuck, you feel so good pet,’ Louis groans, tightening his hold on him as he draws out slowly.


Harry mumbles something into pillow, arching his back and tilting his arse up higher. Louis presses back in just as torturously slow, groaning as he does, Harry opening up so nicely as he splits him open.


He fucks him hard, holding him still so all he can do is take it, biting the pillow as he moans, Louis dragging out of him before pressing in hard enough that his hips slap against his arse, watching it jiggle and pink more with each thrust.


‘Daddy,’ Harry whimpers, his forehead creased and eyes squeezed shut, fists balled up in the duvet, the ring of his alarm hooked around his finger as he fucks back into his thrust, trying to speed them up, ‘faster, please.’


He sounds wrecked, skin shining with sweat as Louis speeds up for him slightly, pinning his waist against the mattress for leverage as he ups his tempo, until he’s holding onto him tight, fucking him hard and fast as Harry whimpers and whines underneath him, letting out pitiful little moans when Louis drags his cock over his little spot briefly when he presses deep into him.


He angles his thrusts downwards so that he’s nudging up against his swollen prostate with each drag, Harry letting out little wails each time he does, clenching down around him as Louis teases at where he’s stretched around him with his thumb.


‘Come on darling, know you can come for me, you’re so good,’ Louis growls, hips slapping against his little arse as he fucks him until there’s sweat in the crooks of his knees, Harry’s skin sweaty underneath the grip of Louis’ hand on his waist as he shakes his head against the pillow. ‘Come on baby, want to see you come like a little whore, just from having you Daddy’s cock inside you,’


Harry wails, Louis pulling him back onto his cock by his waist as he fucks into him so they collide, before he draws his hand back and slaps his arse, Harry clenching down tight around him as Louis angles his thrust for his spot. Harry sobs underneath him, squirming and whimpering as Louis lands another smack to his arse.


Louis pulls his arse up, angling his thrusts down so he’s fucking hard into him, steadily nudging against his prostate. ‘Come on baby, be a good little slut. Show me how good you come on a cock,’ he manages to spit out, before Harry pulls at the duvet so hard that it curls over as he screams into the pillow, convulsing as he clenches down on Louis, his body a livewire as he comes with a muffled shriek, Louis fucking him through it until he’s whimpering softly into his pillow, his knees turned in and thighs trembling, before Louis pulls out and pull off the condom, jerking himself fast as his presses his thumb back into Harry’s arse, feeling him clench down around his digit before he’s coming, curling over as he comes all over his lower back.


He flops down to sit on his bum, his legs feeling too jellyish to stand as he catches his breath, resting a hand on Harry’s arse until he can breathe normally. Harry doesn’t move, not even when Louis gathers the strength to get a tissue form their bedside and mop up the come on his back.


He rolls him onto his side, away from the wet patch, before he wipes down the come that’s landed on his tummy.


He brushes his hair out of his face, Harry blinking up at him hazily, eyes dark and wide. His mouth looks wet and inviting, parted slightly, as Louis sits down on the bed beside him, one leg tucked under himself.


‘Hi darling,’ he says gently, stroking his fingers from his shoulder, down his arm, ‘what’s your colour?’


Harry blinks slowly, before he just closes his eyes, pressing his face into the duvet and rubbing his cheek against it. Louis waits patiently as Harry finally answers with a soft, ‘Greeny.’


Louis slides his hand in patterns along his arm, before tracing back along his shoulder, up his neck and under his jaw’s, before he’s pressing his thumb against Harry’s mouth, watching as Harry sucks it in willingly. He closes his eyes, eyelashes fanned out to kiss his cheeks as he sucks on Louis’ thumb contently, Louis using his other hand to stroke through his hair, until Harry’s mouth goes slack, and he blinks up at Louis.


Louis coaxes a smile out of him, asking him his colour again and getting a quicker response of ‘Green,’ as Harry rolls onto his back, a lazy smile stretching his mouth as he stretches his limbs like a lazy housecat.


Louis pats his thigh after he’s wiped up his smattering of come on the bedspread. ‘Come on darling, up you get.’


Harry’s floppy when Louis wrestles him under the blankets, climbing in behind him and curling up with Harry against his chest. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to his shoulder, before he presses smaller ones across his shoulder, dragging his mouth up his neck to kiss under his ear. ‘Love you so much darling,’ he sighs, tightening his hold on his boy.


His sleeping schedule is probably more than a little fucked after three weeks of afternoon naps with his boy, but he doesn’t much care, cuddling up for a little catnap as Harry hums happily.




They order pizza and share a chocolate orange, reclined on the couch and reminiscing Louis’ holiday before Harry pushes him onto his back, tucking himself between his legs and blowing him slowly, taking his time, before he makes Louis come by jerking him off until he comes all over Harry’s pretty face.


Louis swipes at his cheeks carefully before Harry sucks his fingers into his mouth, resting on Louis’ chest and stuffing another piece of chocolate in his mouth. Louis is so in love.