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— the rest can be found in 'Explict scenes'—
"Eck," Louis says. I look at him to see him looking at the wet spot in his pants. So, he did cum just from this. I smile, I made that happen.
"Do you think you could borrow me some clothes when we get to your home? I'm..." he shyly asks, voice hoarse and fucked out, gesturing to the spot.
"Of course, love," I say. Then the 'what if's start coming.
What if he doesn't like being called that?
What if he doesn't have a degradation kink?
What if I was too rough and he hates me now?
What if he didn't like it and I forced him to do that?
What if —?
"What are you thinking about?" his angelic voice ask me. He looks fine. "Was I not good enough for you?" He seems sad when he tells that.
"What? You were — are, you are great. I was thinking how I just went with it and didn't ask if you were okay with it. How you probably hate me for doing it..."
"No! I like it, I wouldn't cum if I didn't. And I do like being called slut when in bed. Don't even think about it outside of smexy time," he warns me. My eyes widen.
"I would never call you that in mocking or bad way. Only in bed and that's when you feel like it. I can ignore my want to do that if you're not comfortable," I rush out.
He looks at me with amazement and my gaze goes to my brothers whose eyes hold the same emotion.
"And here I thought you can't be insecure or feel bad," Louis gently says. He stands up only to sit in my lap. He holds my face with his hands and leans in. Our lips connect, I feel tingles going through my body. The kiss is gentle, simple. No tongue involved, no fight for domination. Our first kiss.
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"Your mansion is beautiful. And the view..."
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