Larry smut

I'm Crazy; I Just Wanna Be Your Baby. (pt.1)

⚠️by 𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙧24 on ao3

⚠️summary:

Part 1 of "Teaching Harry"

The one where Louis' in charge of Harry, Harry's got a job to do, Niall's an American friend, and Liam and Zayn are a couple slightly inconvenienced. Also, there's a sex shop involved.
Title from "Bad Girl", by Avril Lavigne+Marilyn Manson. (If you haven't heard it, highly recommend. It makes you feel like a slut in the best way.)

⚠️words: 6876

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Harry blushed as he stared at Louis across the older man's breakfast table. It wasn't that he was embarrassed, necessarily, but... "You want me to...?"

"Get a vibrator," Louis affirmed, repeating himself for the second time. "And I want you to use it for at least thirty minutes every day."

Harry chewed his bite of eggs slowly, cheeks flaming as he thought about lovehoney.co.uk. "I'm - my mum still checks the mail," he mumbled, reluctant to remind Louis how young he was. "I'm not, erm. Sure she'd appreciate it."

Louis looked at Harry shrewdly as he blindly cut through his pile of waffles, drowned in syrup with a layer of butter on top of each one. Harry licked his lip as he watched Louis' cold stare. "Then buy it in person," he said. "There's a Pulse & Cocktails on Armley Road. It has a nice selection; I'm sure you'll find it."

Harry's entire body flushed. "I can't go in there!" He protested feebly, mortified at the thought of one of his neighbors - or worse, teachers - seeing him walking into the sex shop.

Louis sighed. "Harry, if you can't go into a sex shop, you certainly shouldn't be doing this with me," he said slowly. "And I'm not trying to guilt you into doing it, or anything; I genuinely mean it. I'm going to push you to your limits, I'm going to expand your horizons and I'm the Dom who wants you to challenge yourself. I don't want you to feel bad if you absolutely refuse to do it - but I do think that, if you do refuse, you should try to find someone else with a bit more tolerance and experience with...inexperienced subs."

Harry swallowed tightly, trying to imagine himself trying to learn to be a sub with anyone else, and his face twisted at the thought. "No," he protested quietly, and Louis looked up from his eggs again. "No, just - can I, erm. Give me a little? Like, I've never...been. I don't even know if they'll let me buy anything; do you have to be eighteen? My friend Niall, he lives in America, and he said you have to be eighteen to even get in."

"They'll let you, if you're mature about it," Louis answered, regarding Harry slowly. After a moment, he seemed to decide something, because he set his fork down and offered, "I can go with you. If you want."

"Yes," Harry said immediately, relieved and feeling the tension seep out of his body. Before he could completely relax, though, Louis raised his eyebrows, indicating he hadn't finished speaking. "Sorry," Harry said hastily, and Louis nodded his acceptance of the apology.

"I'm going to embarrass you, if I go. I'm going to tease you, and turn you on. If I go into that sex shop with you, I'll make sure you leave there with your cock hard in your trousers. Anyone in there will know you're hard, and that I've turned you on, and that you're undeniably mine. Is that understood?" Harry couldn't answer, for a second, so Louis picked up his fork and knife again, cutting for a moment before he murmured, "If you decide you still want me to go with you, let me know at least a day in advance when you decide to go, so I can take off work."