Top Louis/Bottom Harry erotic literature (smut)

a cage for every ugly spirit

Author: sarcasticfluentry

Summary: First-year uni student Harry gives up orgasms for Lent, featuring a cock cage and weekly prostate milkings on Sundays. Warning for religion kink. Written for the 1D Novena Ficathon.

Note: can only be read by ao3 users (on ao3)

Tags: Religion Kink, Cock Cages, Prostate Massage, Prostate Milking, Sex Toys, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Chastity, Orgasm Delay/Denial,

Work text: 

Harry is on the way to the church when his phone rings. He looks at the screen and sees that it's his mum, who he hasn't really talked to since he got back to uni from winter hols three weeks ago.

"Hi, Mum," he answers it.

"Hello, sweetheart," his mum chirps through the phone. "I just wanted to call and see how you were doing. I'm not getting you at a bad time, are I?"

"No, not really - well, I'm on my way somewhere, but it's like a 15 minute walk, so."

"Oh, alright," says his mum. "So how have you been, love? The cold isn't getting you down too much, is it?"

They talk for the next ten minutes about small stuff, catching up - Harry tells her how classes have been going and how his friends have been, and she tells him about new goings-on at their tiny church back in Holmes Chapel, where she works as the secretary. Then, the conversation turns to Harry's plans for the weekend; it is a Friday, after all, and he's just gotten out of classes at four in the afternoon.

"Oh, uh, m'probably going to get some work done tonight," he says, pulling his scarf tighter around his neck with his free hand. "And then Niall wanted to check out this new Ethiopian place that just opened up a couple blocks from our dorm, so we'll probably do that tomorrow and maybe see a film after that or something. And then church on Sunday, obviously."

"Obviously," his mum echoes, chuckling. They're a very religious family. "That sounds like a good weekend, love. How's Father Williams been doing?"

"Oh, geez, I forgot to tell you, uh - not so good," says Harry. "He fell down the steps outside his house last weekend 'cause it was so icy."

His mother gasps. "Oh, no! Is he alright?"

"Well, he broke his right leg and his collarbone, but - I mean, he's alive, and he should be able to leave the hospital soon, but they said it could take a couple months before he's ready to preach again."

"Oh, and he's past seventy years old, the poor thing," coos his mum, sounding worried. "What a terrible accident. I'll have to see if we can get some hot meals sent to him from St. John's."

"I'm sure Mrs. Williams would appreciate that," says Harry, feeling like it's the right thing to say. He can see the spire of the church only a couple blocks out now, and he ducks his head against the cold wind blowing at his face.

His mum makes a few more regretful noises and then asks, "So... does that mean they've brought in an interim replacement for him? Lent is coming up in a month, you know."

"Yeah, they, uh - you remember the fourth-year seminary student I told you about? Who's been helping out at services and giving sermons once a month?"

"I think you mentioned him once," says his mum. "What was his name again?"

"Louis."

"Right, Louis, yes. What about him?"

"Well," says Harry, "he's going to be taking over services completely in the meantime."