loucifer ✔

forty five

"I really wish we could have sex."

Harry chuckled and turned away from the desk in his office to look at Louis, who stared out the clear glass window, staring at the light blue sky that no clouds blanketed over.

"You're so strict about the twins, you won't let me finger you." Harry brushed his hair back and smiled, "so scared about how I'll poke one of them in the eye or something, even though that's impossible."

"It is possible, with your long ass fingers." Louis said, turning to face Harry that now stood on his long legs.

"Doll, they're in your stomach..not your arse.." Harry said slowly, Louis rolled his eyes at Harry's tone and went to sit on his desk.

"W-what are you doing?" Harry asked, looking at Louis with furrowed eyebrows.

"Take me, daddy.." Louis chuckled, laying backwards all over Harry's documents, usually Harry would cringe and probably tell Louis wait until they get home, but he's waited too long for this.

"In the office?" Harry whispered, being pulled forward by Louis tugging on his purple tie. Louis nodded and kissed Harry on his lips.

"On your desk, make me cum on your desk." Louis whispered into Harry's mouth, Harry nodded and quickly started to unzip the boy's pants, tugging off his new silk panties he bought for him yesterday and he raised both eyebrows,

"Did you plan this?" Harry asked, amused.

"I thought about it.." Louis answered, grabbing Harry's hand and sucking on his fingers, looking up at him as he did so. Warm tongue swirling and soaking up the man's fingers.

"Shit.." Harry hissed, "So fucking sexy." He whispered, feeling his hand lose the warmth of Louis' mouth on it, but instead the warmth of the boy's throbbing hole, middle finger halfway inside him.

"Take it from here daddy." Louis whispered, biting his lip lightly.

Harry nodded at him and twirled his finger, making Louis shiver under him, whining softly from the back of his throat. Harry added another finger and Louis bucked his hips up, moaning softly.

"So responsive for your daddy..so fucking good baby.." Harry mumbled under his breath, droopy eyes dialated, trying not to moan himself.

"I'm gonna cum if you keep talking to me like that, fuck."

There was a knock on Harry's office door and Louis gasped as Harry groaned in annoyance.

"I'm coming!" Harry shouted, helping the shorter boy off of his desk and pulling up his panties and pants. Louis wobbled over trying to put on his pants.

"I wish I was able to say that." Louis huffed under his breath, smoothing down his blue shirt.

"Come in!" Harry shouted again, standing behind Louis, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

And the door creaked open to reveal a boy the same height as Harry, slightly pale and scrawny, standing nervously at the door with blue eyes darting to the floor and blonde hair looking like it tried to be slicked back with lots of gel but instead it only limited to a quiff.

Harry smiled at him a little as Louis cocked his head to the side at the odd boy.

"Mr. Styles, its a early day, today I don't know if you remembered but its twelve and everybody is.." the boy looked up at Harry a little and cleared his throat, "leaving the building."

"It's Harry. You can call me Harry I'm not gonna get all pissy like everyone else, love." Harry chuckled, Louis frowned at the word love what the fuck is that? He's the only one who should be called love.