Selectively Mute - Omega!Louis, Alpha!Harry, mpreg (#wattys2016)

Chapter Twenty-Five

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It was three agonizing days later when Louis felt that his Heat was finally over. He sighed and collapsed face first into the pillows, hands shaking, releasing his aching cock. He rolled over onto his back and threw the pillow between his thighs away, reaching down and slowly pulling the dildo out of his aching hole. His whole body ached and he couldn't wait to get some sleep. He could feel that the bed was slightly damp underneath him and the inside of his thighs were slick.

Carefully, he manoeuvred off the bed and onto his hands and knees on the floor, knowing that he wouldn't be able to stand without falling over with numb legs. He slowly crawled over to the closet at the other end of the room, where the smell of Harry was wafting from, driving him crazy over his Heat. He slid the door open, then crawled in, dumping himself on top of the pile of clothes at the bottom of the wardrobe, that were melting with the smell of his beloved Alpha. He closed the door behind him and curled up in a ball on the pile, draping a bed sheet over his naked body tiredly.

He finally fell asleep, tummy rumbling for something to eat.

***

"Louis, my little Omega, wake up."

Louis groggily shook his head, burying his face into the comforting scent. He slowly opened his eyes when the pillow rumbled in a laugh, realising that Harry was holding him.

"How are you, my little Omega?" he asked.

Louis groaned and wiggled himself deeper into his arms.

"Are you hungry?"

His head shot up and he nodded, face bright.

Harry laughed, shaking his head fondly. He moved him so he could wrap his legs tightly around Harry's waist. However, when he placed a hand on the plump curve of Louis' backside, he quickly pulled his hand away at the hiss Louis emitted, realising that he was sure to be sensitive. Harry instead moved his arm to wrap around his waist, holding him firmly to him, his other hand placed on the back of Louis' neck.

Harry carried Louis down to the kitchen and sat down on a chair, Louis in his lap. Louis realised with a start that he was nude in front of everyone, curling into Harry to try and hide himself, but when he looked down in shock, he noticed that Harry had already dressed him in jogging bottoms and a hoodie, making him look up at him in a silent thank you.

Louis untangled himself from Harry's arms and turned on his lap to face the table, legs swinging in the air, slightly spread because he was feeling a bit sore, but not as sore, he was sure, if Harry has actually made love to him.

He greedily accepted the food that Harry's mother, Anne, offered him and tried not to blush at Niall's conversation, especially when he started explaining in great detail how Liam had helped him through his Heat.

Harry watched on in fondness, hands resting on Louis' thighs, but was secretly seething inside at the fact that Louis' parents hadn't even tried texting his mobile to see where he was.

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