kinky ao3 bottom harry smut

4. good, good graces

author: safetyfilm

summary: Louis put his hand at the base of Clifford's head and ruffled his ears. "Who's a good boy? So good, you are!"
There it was again. The electricity, that terrifying desire. Something in Harry's mind latched on to it, sinking its teeth into the emotion and letting it wash over him in waves... like he'd crave Louis's approval just to be called good.
Maybe.

Or, the one where Harry's boyfriend Louis gets a new puppy and frequently tells the dog how he's a good boy. Harry gets jealous and decides to show Louis how much of a good boy he can be.

word count: 10,147

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H are you free to call? In maybe ten minutes?

Left u message but all i got was your answerphone

Shit never mind I realised it's 3 am in LA sorry

Well I did something

Not bad but I hope you like it!

Hold on I'll send a photo

Harry's phone alarm blared within the walls of his hotel room. He tossed and turned, tangling the blankets around him and finally throwing the pillow on top of his head to make it stop. He was exhausted from promo season in the States and he desperately needed to catch up on sleep, but after two more minutes of listening to that awful alarm, he managed to wake up enough to turn it off.

And see his notifications filled with texts from Louis.

8 in the morning, and Louis had texted him six times last night. What happened?

Yawning, he opened the messaging app to read through Louis's texts which only confused him more than gave answers. While he waited for the photo to come through that Louis had said he'd send, Harry swiped over to the phone app and listened to the only voice message Louis left.

"Hey Harry, it's me. Um, I'm at the— Well, I'm somewhere." Harry chuckled as he listened, mirroring Louis's laugh on the other end of the message. "And I really hope you're not busy right now, but, erm, yeah, call me back soon as you can?"

"Louis, what did you do?" Harry wondered out loud, noticing that there weren't any messages left, not even the photo that Louis had promised to send.

A sharp rap on the hotel room door. "Harry, wake up! You've got an interview in an hour."

Well, now there wasn't time to call Louis back. Harry tossed his phone, water bottle, and other miscellaneous items into his personal bag and quickly got dressed, missing the next message that finally came through.

**

Three interviews and a ten-hour flight later, Harry was at last home again in England. He picked up his sagging duffel bag with three different airline tags attached to the zipper pull, tugging the strap higher on his shoulder. His sunglasses fell down on his nose from their usual place on top of his head, and he sighed out of annoyance. With his other hand, he readjusted the sunglasses on top of his head to keep his long hair out of his face.

He looked at the brick building in front of him, an older cottage he and Louis had purchased on a whim, something in a quiet neighborhood. The aged windows had a certain glow from the rising sun, hazy glass reflections of the sky's cloudy hue of blue and orange. After two months in the States for promo, he was home.

Harry headed up to the side entrance and adjusted the strap on his shoulder again that seemed to enjoy sliding down on his wool jacket. He sifted through his keys to unlock the door, reminding himself to colour-code the keys again. At last, he managed to get the key in the lock, unlocked the door, and walked inside. Just as he slipped off his trainers and nudged them under a shoe rack next to the door, a small woof followed by a series of louder barks echoed in the house.