Harry Styles' Playmate

Chapter Nine

AN: if Louis' suspenders were never used as restraints for either of them then I really don't know what the point of anything is.

Louis stood in front of his floor length mirror and inspected his outfit one last time before meeting Harry downstairs. Harry told him to dress nice but he didn't have to wear a suit so Louis decided on form fitting maroon pants, a white button down that had a black collar, and a pair of black suspenders that had a white stripe down the middle of each band. He turned around and noticed how the pants extenuated his curves and he figured that seeing as how Harry picked out his wardrobe, Harry would like that. Seeing as how he never had much experience with fashion aside from what Mother Superior gave the playmates to read, Louis was pretty proud of himself for coming up with an outfit that flattered him quite nicely. Given he wanted to impress all of Harry's colleagues, but he was more so focused on impressing Harry personally. It was the only thing on his mind as of late.

Instead of putting his hair back into a quiff, Louis decided to style it into a fringe that fell over his forehead yet was artfully crafted so it didn't look messy. He used matte wax to finish off the look to make sure that his hair would stay in place while still looking soft so that Harry would still want to touch it.

Yes, he was thinking ahead incase Harry decided to finally make a move and kiss him already.

Once he was completely satisfied with his look, Louis slipped on a pair of black dress shoes and then made his way to meet Harry. As Louis walked down the staircase he found his eyes immediately lock on Harry's broad shoulders that were faced away from him as he gathered his wallet and house keys. When he turned around and met Louis' eyes, Louis couldn't help but feel hot all over as he fully took in how beautiful Harry looked.

Harry was wearing a black button down which had half of the buttons undone and then tucked neatly into the waistband of his black dress pants. He was wearing glittery grey boots to finish the look and Louis couldn't help but be pleased that Harry and himself matched. Of course it wasn't necessary for them to coordinate but it did make it to be a much more appealing visual for the pictures that were bound to be taken that evening.

Louis walked up to Harry and fixed Harry's collar so it was neatly folded down all the way around before he managed to say, "You look incredible."

"As do you Venus," Harry said as he placed his hands on Louis' hips.

He knew exactly what he was doing when he bit his own lip and looked up at Harry through his long eyelashes. Harry must have known to because he smirked and leaned down next to Louis' ear to only playfully nip at it and say, "not now baby."

The pet name from the night before shot a surge of arousal through Louis and he did his best not to look as dejected and turned on as he felt. Of course he failed miserably because Harry was pressing the pad of his thumb against the corner of Louis' mouth and told him "not to pout."

They walked outside together and Louis was relieved to see Harry's driver, Paul, waiting for them with the Range Rover. While Louis loved ride on the back of Harry's motorcycle (mostly because he liked the excuse to press against Harry), he didn't like the idea of ruining the fringe he had going on.

"Thank you," Louis said as Paul held the door open for Harry and himself to get in.

Along the way to the dinner party which Louis had found out was hosted by the company that signed Harry, Louis not so subtly scooted his way into the middle seat of the range rover so he could press his thigh against Harry's. Harry placed his slender fingers on the top of Louis' thigh and squeezed the muscle gently before rubbing slow circles with his thumb.

If Louis wasn't subtle, than Harry was even worse than him because with every minute that passed, Harry's hand slowly rose up along Louis' thigh. Louis looked up at Harry out of the corner of his eye and the bastard had a beautiful smirk on his face which just proved to Louis that he knew exactly wha the was doing. Slowly working Louis up.

There was still about fifteen minutes left of the drive when Harry's palmed grazed over Louis' half hard on that had been increasing since Harry put his hands on him.

"Harry," Louis quietly whined, not wanting to call attention to them from Paul.

Harry leaned in so his lips were pressed against the shell of Louis' ear and he hotly whispered, "Can you keep quiet for me baby? Be a good boy for me?"

Louis nodded before Harry even finished the question, just wanting Harry to keep his hands on him and telling him that he was good for him.

Sweat began to build up along the nape of Louis' neck as Harry's continued to stroke him through his pants to full hardness. With a particular movement of his index finger along Louis' tip, Louis had to bite his lip harshly so that he wouldn't make a sound.

"Such a good boy, keeping quiet for your daddy," Harry praised.

Louis could feel himself getting closer to his release and while he really wanted to let go and come, he really didn't want to come in the pants he had to wear for the next few hours. Especially in public. However, Harry ended up making the decision for him by completely removing his hand all together and bringing it to clasp his other hand in his lap.

Helplessly, Louis looked up at Harry and tried to convey with his eyes what the fuck?!

Harry just ignored him and it only turned Louis on more which was incredibly frustrating because he knew that's what Harry wanted. Harry knew that Louis was desperate to please Harry and that he got off on it.

Awkwardly, Louis adjusted himself through his pants, trying to make his hard on not as completely obvious as it truly was. He did his best to look out the window and count the cars they passed, anything to calm his heart rate down and get his mind off of the fact that Harry had just palmed him in the back of a Range Rover.

When the car parked outside of an exquisite looking building, Louis was thankful that his boner managed to not bulge out obscenely seeing as how paps were already lined up outside. Louis removed his seatbelt and finally looked over at Harry who was of course, already looking at him.

Harry leaned in and kissed Louis' cheekbone, letting his lips linger for a moment longer than usual before he moved over to Louis' ear and steadily said, "you're not to come until I say so Venus."

Before Louis could even get a full whimper out at the idea of Harry actually getting him off, Paul was opening the door and ushering them out into the flashing lights.