No Control (L.S BDSM)

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This chapter was edited the 19.02.2023

Louis William Tomlinson:

The warmth of the duvets around me is nothing compared to the poetic warmth of the feeling of having someone in my heart. If I could chose I would always chose the poetic warmth over the warmth from blankets and fireplaces. A human can bring light in a way nothing else can do, but here too, you got to find the right human to get the right amount of warmth for your heart to feel loved and to share love. It can take time, but the while is worthy.

"Louis, I can't find any top that hides my stomach anymore" Harry yell from our walk-in-closet, which are wall by wall to my study. I've heard him throw cloths at the floor for a few minutes now, as well as a few frustrated groans. I send the last of my work mails and close my computer, moving towards my husband. When I get inside the room he is still throwing around cloths. I catch one of them in my hand, and the non-existent sound of it hitting the floor, make him aware and see that I have arrived the closet as well.

"You know, you don't have to hide your stomach at all. You can show me more of it" I tell him standing behind him, putting my arms around his belly, gently stroking his skin over our little man.

"I need a top Louis. Me and Niall is going out for drinks"

"Drinks? Thought someone was pregnant here" I question him.

"There do exist non-alcohol drinks" he rolls his eyes.

"And when did you guys plan on asking to go out?"

"I didn't think I needed permission to see my friend" he says throwing another piece of clothing out of his closet. The perfect knitted sweater he used during the job interview he had with me all those months ago. Memories bring warm feelings to my heart.

"I reminded you of your rules yesterday Harry. I know you are full of hormones these days, but I won't have you break them more than necessary. You are to tell me where you are going, and drinking is limited even though it's now without alcohol in it"

"But" he tells me using his puppy eyes.

"Don't even try the but on me, it will only end up with your butt" I say making the final say with a slap to his butt. I walk over and open my closet finding an oversized jumper that should be good enough for a bar.

"Here, it should fit. I will let you go but be home before midnight" I throw the sweater to him.

"Midnight Lou? When did you become a grandpa?"

"Just wait until star is born. Your curfew will get even earlier. Enjoy it" I tell him, making him roll his eyes once more, then pulling off his t-shirt, replacing it with the jumper I gave him. It fit his height perfectly, and he is looking glorious. I know this sweater is never getting back into my closet. It's his now. Just like all the other oversized jumpers I've ever owned.

"Have Marco drive you" I tell him as he is putting on his shoes, getting ready to leave the house. He is looking like a sexy beast on his knees as he is tying his shoelaces. I could put those laces into action in a second if we would let me. I can think of a few ways and places to tie them.

"Niall is driving" he tells me bringing me out of my dirty head and back into the concerned one.

"Marco"

"Niall"

"He isn't pregnant. What if he drinks?"

"He isn't stupid Louis" Harry says getting up on his feet again, and put his hands around my neck, leaning in to kiss my lips. The wetness of his mouth hitting the wetness of mine. I can taste his wonderful taste and feel the love his heart has. It's like our hearts are magnets pulling towards each other.