Larry smut

Warm

⚠️by an orphan_account on ao3

⚠️summary:

Harry's son Louis loves panties and wants his Daddy to be his first.

⚠️words: 3741

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Louis slid a second finger past his wet rim, his light pink bedsheets sticking to his back. He whined and pushed his hips down, biting his lip and throwing his head back when he curled his fingers just the right way.

He's never put more than one finger inside of himself and this was twice the stretch. He was quickly learning that it was twice the pleasure. His Dad walked in on him the first time he pressed a finger to his rim, slipping along his lace panties. It had been so embarrassing, but his Dad just told him that he was beautiful and to have fun. There was something about the way Harry's hand twitched and how his tongue ran along his lip. His eyes had been frozen on Louis' frame, his green eyes wide and bright. He left though, oddly making Louis want him to come closer to him.

The next day, he had decided to put on a small show for his Daddy. He woke up extra early and threw on a pretty, lavender, oversized- very oversized- sweater, and slipped on a pretty pair of lacy panties the same color. He walked down the hall and across the flat to Harry's door, the lack of light underneath, showing that he was still asleep.

He grabbed the doorknob and twisted it oh- so slowly, and slipped inside. He stared at his Dad's laying figure, a lack of shirt and Louis knew he probably didn't have any pants on, just maybe some boxers. He did notice the bulge of morning wood in the blanket. Louis momentarily squeezed his legs together and let out a shaky sigh.
"Daddy."

Harry laid completely still, asleep as ever. Louis bit his lip and walked up to the bed, placing a hand on his father's warm chest,
"Daddy."

Still nothing- not even a twitch of his hand. Louis smiled, gaining confidence to climb on the bed and straddle his hips, feeling his Daddy's cock against the crack of his cheeks and it was beautiful. He wanted him so badly, but he just wanted to get him interested today, so he just sat. He purposefully swiveled his hips for good measure and Harry muttered something that resembles a groan at the contact and Louis pretended to just be excited.
"Daddy! Wake up, I've got a big English test today, and I wanna make us breakfast."

Harry snapped out of the thought of the contact on his dick and shot his eyes open,
"Oh- hi Louis. Shit, do you wanna get off of me, babe?"

Louis bit his lip and chuckled,
"Yeah, you wouldn't wake up, Daddy." He shrugged and subtly moved his hips with it.

Harry nodded and his eyes were wide.
"O-Okay."

Louis slowly slid back and off of Harry's body, landing on the ground,
"See you in for breakfast soon?"

Harry smiled and nodded,
"Sure, Lou."

Louis left his room and sighed in content, his length thickening in his tight panties. He entered the kitchen and started mixing up the ingredients for pancakes.

It took a while but Louis eventually heard feet padding down the hall and he was just then getting pancakes on two plates with forks and setting them on the small table.

Harry was in a soft white tee shirt and sweatpants, his hand running through his messy, long curls. Louis wanted to tug on them.