Birmingham Disciplinary School for Male - L.S. 2

55.5

(A/N: I'm sorry if this chapter is redundant (why I'm publishing them on the same day, along with 54) but I feel like chapter 55 and 55.5 are huge turning points for both of characters - They figure out their feelings a bit more and somewhat express them through sex. I found it important for both point of views to be included. I really hope you enjoy!!)

Harry breathes out and tries to keep his shaky legs straight. "Green, sir."

CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT

Louis' POV - THIS IS THE SAME AS CHAPTER 55 BUT IN LOUIS' POV - I recommend reading to understand the characters (:

I stand behind my sub and trail my eyes down his body. My heart is racing and I'm so fucking excited for these steps that Harry and I can take together. His body reveals a floral and bright scent that makes me always want more.

I love taking care of him and having this deep need of protecting him. When he first came to this school, I was hesitant about him as my submissive, knowing that he claimed he wasn't gay over and over again. I'm obviously not in it for the sex, but he has such a powerfully submissive mind and his personality is amazing. Also, his body - To. Fucking. Die for.

When I look at him, it's almost like time stops for us. Every second is beautiful and amazing and he deserves every part of that. What he's been through is honestly disturbing and not fair in the slightest. I just hope he knows how much he really deserves and I really fucking want him to stay as my sub and hopefully, boyfriend.

I definitely love him.

I dip my hand under his panties. Fuck. These goddamn panties are going to be the death of me. His bum is perky and smooth and I wish I could touch it forever.

He releases a strangled pant and I groan at it, feeling the need to be close to him.

I slide my hand out and wait a second, watching him squirm before bringing it down to slap his skin.

I'm not doing it as punishment though. He's really bad at hiding the amount he loves me using pain as pleasure. I never and will never go too hard, knowing that at some point, he might use as a punishment for himself.

I can see that he hurts sometimes too. He tries to ignore it but I know that he's insecure, just like before when he was covering himself and embarrassed about the panties. I swear he has nothing to worry about - I don't mind admitting that I almost came in my pants once I saw him.

I knead his skin through the lace and then land another slap, this time on the other side.

The only part of this that could be considered punishment is the teasing and making him wait. It's almost punishing me more than him though.

He pushes his bum back showing me that he's ready but I step back, not giving him the satisfaction. I love feeling his touch though. It's electric and something I never thought I would get.

I run my hands upward through his hair and pull lightly, making him groan. "P-please, sir." He begs. We've barely gotten started and he's already begging. Fuck. He just has this effect on me that makes me want to fuck him. And fuck him hard.

Last time we fucked, I could tell he was in a bit more pain than he was showing but I know he would never admit it. I think he likes feeling pain to show him that some thing is real.

I move to set the lube on the floor and leave the collar in my hand.

I unwrap the foiled packet to get the condom out and place my hands back to his hips, resting them gentle.