BDSM (Larry)- English translation

Chapter 18- notes

Louis was sitting in a lecture and honestly? He had no idea what it was about. He couldn't even remember the name of the lecturer.

The man was talking. Louis saw it in his facial acrobatics. But it was as if he simply couldn't absorb what was said in his brain. As if his body simply developed antibodies against stupid lectures.

Louis looked at Stan's sheet. He wrote eagerly. Oliver too. And Louis?

He had drawn a pretty flower. And an envelope. And a pigeon. And had tried to draw a heart, but hadn't managed it. There had been a strange fluttering around. Louis had written avocado on it.

Why was he sitting here if he didn't listen anyway? He could also go home. Louis sighed. He has been living with Harry since yesterday. He had given him his old moped so that Louis could come back and forth. The bus connection was medieval. And yes, there were no buses in the Middle Ages. Harry had actually wanted Louis to always take a taxi, but he absolutely didn't want that. No matter who paid. That was completely exaggerated. Louis also liked the old baby blue Vespa. He had a helmet and the sweetheart didn't drive too fast anyway.

But Harry was still working all day. Louis would sit alone at home.

Only yesterday they put his remaining things over. Only once had they fully loaded Harry's car. Done. So the deprivation-rich student life also had advantages.

Now Louis' things were already in place in his room. If it had gone to Louis, he would have cleared up in two weeks at the earliest. But Harry had ordered him to do so and what should Louis say? Between clearing out and having to spend the night alone between his not yet unpacked stuff had been a fairly easy decision. He had unpacked well and had slept with Harry in his bed again. Naked. The bed was a clothing-free zone. Louis thought it was great.

"Louis? The lecture is over. Next, there is a lecture on agriculture. Do you want to see them?" Oliver asked

Heaven, he hadn't even noticed the end of the lecture.

Sighing, Louis quickly packed up.

"So we'll come over at the weekend?" Stan asked again to be on the safe side.

"Yes. Everything has been clarified. We'll watch a movie or something and I'll show you everything," Louis nodded. He was proud that Harry had not made a big fuss about it. He really just wanted to be informed.

"But your whip Harry doesn't take you on a leash in front of us or whip your butt or something?" Oli asked for safety's sake.

"No. Nothing. He is also only called Harry. Without whips."

"Alright alright."

After the last seminar was finally over, Louis drove home. He was infinitely tired. To pretend for several hours as if you were paying attention while you actually didn't notice anything was more exhausting than you generally thought.

Louis just planted himself on the sofa and watched a bit of TV. It was strange. He felt a bit like a dog waiting for his master.

Meanwhile, Harry finally locked the door to the practice. The day had been exhausting. A new computer program, which had been installed today, had also messed everything up. They had delays without end because of this and he had even cooked tea for his completely desperate office assistants in between. Where would he be without her? He didn't have any idea how the previous program had worked.

For tonight, he just wanted to relax and rest.

He smiled into himself. Louis seemed to be constantly thinking about sex. A withdrawal of this would probably be one of the worst punishments for him. But to be fair, it should be said: For Harry too. He coveted Louis, but didn't want to overdo it at the beginning.

When he opened the door, he immediately heard noises in the living room and shortly afterwards a tangled Louis came towards him. Both eyes on half mast. Someone had probably already slumbered.

Louis actually set himself up in his basic position. But he was as fidgety as a Golden Retriever waiting for his welcome.

Harry sighed and ignored Louis first to take off his shoes and jacket and put them away. Maybe it would be enough if he gave him some time?

No. Definitely not. "I'm sure I told myself that both legs belong on the floor in a safe stand. There was never any talk of wobbling around," he then said. Strict but mild.

Louis froze briefly and actually stopped fidgeting.

Harry stepped right in front of him.

"Look at me," he then ordered.

Immediately Louis' head shot up.

"Hello, baby boy. How was your day?" Harry asked and kissed Louis while he dissolved the basic position through his moves and went into the kitchen with Louis.

"It was....okay. Nothing really exciting."

"How were the lectures?"

"Um... They took place?" Louis asked more than he answered.

"Show me your records," Harry said relaxed.

"What?" Louis asked in shock.

"I told you something about it," Harry mumbled.

"Um.... Sorry. Excuse me, sir?"

"Very good. But I didn't mean that at all this time. I told you that I would intervene when you were sloppy around. And now show me your records."

Louis got a bit pale around his nose. Harry just looked at him waiting.

"Um... I... I don't have any, sir," Louis stammered, embarrassed.

Now tact was needed. Studying was a difficult topic for Louis anyway and Harry was worried about this sensitive side of his sub, especially on such topics. Nevertheless, of course, it didn't work at all. What was Louis sitting there for?

"Could you write down what it was about?"

Louis shook his head.

"Do you know who made records?"

Louis nodded. Harry saw it. In contrast to above, Louis was just very far away. Elsewhere. That's why he fell back into the wobbly dachshund existence. That wasn't good. Louis should be here with him.

Immediately Harry left everything behind and stepped very close in front of Louis.

Immediately Louis' gaze shot up and he visibly shrugged.

"It's me," Harry whispered carefully. He didn't want to trigger anything with Louis, he couldn't also cap. And as long as he didn't know what was bubbling, he should urgently keep his hands off it.

"I'm going to cook now and you're asking someone with records to send them to you. Then you write them off."

Louis wanted to nod again.

But Harry grabbed his chin and prevented him from doing so.

"What's that called?"

"Yes, sir."

Harry kissed Louis once and then held him in his arms. Until his tension was released.

"See it as a warning shot. Next time you won't get away with me so easily, understood?" Harry asked. But very gentle and calm. Now was definitely not the time for punishment. His sub clearly needed something else right now.

"Yes, sir." Louis snuggled and continued to press himself against Harry. It was obvious that Louis needed this and didn't even notice how time went by.

In the end, they had stood in the kitchen for twenty minutes and hugged each other. They had to talk about it, Harry thought. Urgent. It had probably already been damn close.