Larry smut

My Heart Belongs To Daddy

⚠️by an orphan_account on ao3

⚠️summary:

Louis and Harry are not going to have sex today.

⚠️words: 8355

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“We’re not going to have sex today,” Louis said, buttoning up the left-hand cuff on his dress shirt.  He said it unceremoniously into the mirror.  His voice was cool and measured -- his adult voice, the one he used when he had to discuss politics or mortgage rates.

“Excuse me?”  Harry’s head whipped around, spattering droplets of water everywhere.  He had just wandered into the bedroom from the ensuite, buck naked and half-dry.  “Um, are you joking?  Your sister literally picked up the kids twenty minutes ago!”

Louis shrugged, apparently unaffected by Harry’s outburst.  “Sorry baby, I got a call.  I have to go in.”

“What?  Why?”  Harry felt a stab of disappointment right in the center of his chest, and sat down heavily on the bed.  He was a little taken aback at how hard this was hitting him.  Louis being pulled in on days he was supposed to have off wasn’t exactly unusual, and Harry understood how much he needed to impress the partners at his firm.  But today , of all days…  When Louis had told him last night that Lottie was coming over this morning to take the kids and that they would have the entire day together -- on a weekday, no less -- Harry had practically squealed with excitement, and asked Louis what he was up to.  Louis had just winked at him fondly, and tutted, and said it was a surprise.

Some surprise, Harry thought.

“Oh, just your run-of-the-mill legal catastrophe,” Louis answered, his voice still bland.  He was already in his navy blue suit slacks, looking infuriatingly gorgeous as he shifted his weight and selected a tie from the top drawer of the bureau.  Harry almost groaned when he saw how the pale grey silk slipped through Louis’s tanned fingers.

“Can’t they spare you for an hour or so?”

Louis sighed heavily at that, and Harry rolled his eyes, feeling a bit guilty.

“I’m too important, as it turns out.  I’ll be home around the same time as the kids.”

Harry snorted.  “In my business they call that situational irony, and it’s overused.”  He tried not to sound too pouty, but he couldn’t help the spate of grumpiness that was coming on.  He’d just been feeling so good in the shower, so alive and wonderful in his body.  It was amazing how having more sex led to wanting more sex.  Instead of just feeling lonely with a vague craving for intimacy, as he had been before they’d started the 30 day challenge, Harry was about to be left lonely and desperately horny.

Which was worse, in his opinion.  Definitely worse.

Louis finally turned to face him, tie in a neat double Windsor.  His face was almost devastatingly handsome, his hair up in a quiff that accented his sharp cheekbones.  He was like a sex dream come to life.

“I can’t believe I can’t have you right now,” Harry whispered.  He half-reclined on the bed and thrust his hips out pointedly, showing Louis his semi.