Behind the Cameras

Harry's unbuttoned shirt

December 2014- London

After the interview, Louis grabbed Harry by the front of his shirt and pulled him into the closest dressing room.

"You turned me on in the middle of the interview, fucker," he hissed.

Harry smirked. "Sorry daddy," he said. Harry was a good bit taller than Louis now, so Louis had to glare up at him.

Harry really only pulled out daddy when he wanted a good fuck, or when he was really drunk. It worked one of two ways.

When he was sober, he'd use it to make Louis more aroused. But when they were drunk it was usually much softer. Louis would be fucking him hard, and Harry, tears streaming down his cheeks, would whisper into Louis' sweaty collarbone, sighing contentedly as Louis slowed down a bit.

"Daddy hm?" Louis mumbled. They probably had a good twenty minutes before someone realized they were gone, and thirty before they were sought out.

Harry was blinking down at him, arousal clear in his eyes and in his trousers, but he waited for Louis to make the first move.

"Want daddy to fuck you then?" Harry nodded quickly.

Louis hadn't been so sure about the whole daddy thing when Harry first said it. It was mostly a joke; they were much younger back then. But what Louis couldn't ignore is how it made heat curl in his belly. It made him want to be rough with Harry, treat him like 'daddy' would. To be honest, their sex life was probably a bit more kinky than 21 and 23 year old men's lives should be, but what could he do?

Harry was hot as fuck, super submissive, and so into it. Sweet vanilla sex had disapeared almost as fast as it had begun.

"Don't have lube," Louis realized.

"That's ok," Harry replied quickly. "Just... do it anyway."

"It'll hurt," Louis mumbled, but he was already leaning up to kiss Harry.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry breathed, right before Louis pressed his lips into Harry's.

Harry's lips were warm and soft, and Louis quickly got caught up in it. Harry reached down and put his hands on Louis' arse, lifting him up a bit. Louis quickly wrapped his legs around Harry's waist and pulled himself up by Harry's hair, eliciting a moan out of him.

Harry pressed him up against the locked door and licked a bit harder into his mouth. Louis thought he tasted like happiness.

Louis pulled back a bit, smiling at Harry. "Seems like you want to fuck me instead, baby," Louis teased. Harry smirked again.

They had done it a couple times, and it wasn't that Louis hadn't enjoyed it, he had, really, but he much preferred being on the top, and he knew Harry preferred being on the bottom.

It had been like that since the beginning. Louis vaguely remembered Zayn telling him to be careful in terms of sleeping with him. ('He's a child,' Zayn hissed to him once, after Louis called Harry a good boy for bringing him tea. 'If you fuck him, he's going to fall in love with you. He's young and he's a bottom.') What Zayn didn't realize was that Louis would fall in love with him too.

Louis brought his hand down onto Harry's chest, pressing his thumb into one of his nipples. Harry hissed lightly, and licked at Louis' neck.

"Put me down so I can open you up, babe," said Louis.

Harry softly let go of him and made to get his kit off. Louis watched him as he tugged off his own clothing. Once Harry was naked, he looked up to Louis shyly.

They didn't really have to speak as Louis turned him around and pressed him to the wall. Louis reached around to put a couple of his fingers into Harry's mouth. "Get them proper wet, then."