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Harry was told what was expected from him. He was betrothed to the heir of the Tomlinson pack even before he was born. Surrounded and raised by biddable omegas, whose only purpose in life was to serve their alphas, he became on...
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As the days progressed, their bond as two individuals bloomed just as much. Louis acted every bit of a quintessential alpha; holding him closer to his chest every night they went to sleep, kissing him gently the moment his eyes fluttered open and coherency broke through the thick cloud of sleep in his head, even going so far as to disregard Harry's protests of morning breath. It was adorable; especially the way how Louis took care of him after pleasuring him by stimulating him in just the right places.
But what bugged him the most was how Louis would always recoil away whenever Harry asked him if he could return the favor. It was aggravating, to hear Louis wank in the shower after each orgasm of his. He couldn't pinpoint any reason behind the outlandish habit of Louis. From what he had heard, an alpha's libido was as high as a fucking skyscraper. And Louis wasn't lacking anything down there (Harry had seen and felt it numerous times to know that), so any lingering doubts of any insecurities were scratched off.
As the month of January rolled around, work started. Amidst the work rush and the afterglows of many starry orgasms and peaceful nights, the matter had been pushed to the back of his head until today. "Going to take a shower before bed," Louis murmured against his lips, bolstering himself up with the aid of his palms as he went to stand up from the bed. Harry was quick in his movements though, albeit being inept, he was quick nonetheless. He wrapped his legs around Louis' waist that sent the alpha toppling over his chest painfully, mumbled profanities leaving Louis' mouth as he wriggled around in the compact cage of his limbs. "What the fuck are you doing?" Louis managed to utter, getting out of his grip once he had stabilized his body and posture. "You are hard," Harry mumbled against the alpha's neck, peppering sweet, light kisses along the column of his throat, over a close-packed cluster of faint red marks.
"Yes, I am aware. But why the fuck did you do that?" Louis questioned, brows furrowed. "You always leave and finish yourself off in the shower. What, are you scared I won't compare to the way those alphas felt? If so, just tell me befo—"
"You are always jumping to stupid conclusions, H." Louis cut in, leaning in towards his face before capturing his lips in a fervent kiss, tugging and biting at his lower lip that left an ardent blaze burning in the pit of his tummy. "I am not but you don't give me any chance to pleasure you and it kind of pisses me off." He tried to elucidate, pulling away abruptly, staring up at Louis who hovered over him for a second before getting off of him, settling himself against the head post, legs splayed out in front of him. "Fine, then. Come here and suck me off," Louis ordered impassively, motioning towards his crotch with a subtle jerk of his head.
"What?" Nonplussed, he stayed unmoving.
"Suck me off. C'mon, don't make me wait."
Eyes wide, Harry sat up, blinking absentmindedly as Louis gesticulated towards his bulging crotch again. He tried to shake off the nerves clawing at his insides, shuffling towards the alpha. "Come here." His eyes fluttered as Louis extended his arms, a tiny smile breaking over his face at the gentle tone of the alpha. He didn't wait for another second to settle himself in Louis' arms, feeling a hand snake around his waist immediately after he had sat himself down on Louis' lap. "It's fine. You know, I don't mind all this shit. I know you need some time to get accustomed to stabilizing yourself properly after an orgasm, so I'll tell you to return the favor when I deem that successful, yes?"
