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Louis exhaled, lust having clouded his head fully; he really was excited to see what his boyfriend had planned.

"Yeah? What?", he asked, one hand reaching into his neck. He didn't get an answer directly, because Harry's tongue was busy licking over the delicious skin of his boyfriend's throat.

"Mmh; some friends got it for me on my birthday"

Louis frowned. What? It took him a few seconds to understand that he probably was just saying so. Still, goosebumps formed on his body in excitement. And also in lust, when his boyfriend's hand tightened the grip on his thigh, cold rings creating a contrast to his warm skin.

"You know... when I turned 19"

Louis exhaled deeply at the deep voice. He could probably cum just by listening to Harry's raspy, deep, turned on voice.

"And what was their gift?"

Harry leaned back over his face to look down into his eyes. His hand let go of his thigh, placed down on the side of the smaller's neck. The touch made Louis stop his breathing for a moment.

"Close your eyes"

Louis didn't know if he would have been able to close his eyes because of the intense stare of Harry's green eyes. He focused even more on the hand on his neck, though, and how big it was, almost covering all of it. God, if it was placed a bit further in the middle it would be around his throat. Pictures of Harry's big hands, a black cross tattoo on one of them, nails painted black and silver rings around his long fingers entered his mind. And Louis' mouth watered just by those thoughts alone.

"Choke me later"

His words were only a hoarse breath as if he was saying this as Louis, desperately asking Harry to do him this favor outside of the roleplay. Harry didn't seem to be surprised that much, maybe he had gotten used to Louis being a bitch for his hands. His lips only curled into a small smirk, before he nodded softly, which almost got unnoticed by Louis, who had his eyes on those full lips he craved to taste again. When it came to his boyfriend, he really had no self-control, pulled his head down by his hands on his cheeks, connected their lips in a passionate, long kiss full of tongues and desire. It also told them how much they loved and desired each other without that they had to say it with words.

To take a breath, Louis went back, head touching the mattress again. After one last touch over Harry's shoulder and one last look into his green eyes, he closed his eyes. A short peck was put on his lips, turning them into a soft smile shortly. Harry was so adorable. It felt as if he was reminding him to tell him if something bothered him and like he was saying: 'Safeword's cherry, my king'.

With his eyes closed, he felt how the body above him was leaning away, making Louis miss it already. Besides lust, he felt a slight nervousness creep up that made it even more exciting. The room was quiet for a while, Louis only heard their quickened breathing, before he then heard how their lube was being opened. Yes, he knew this sound very well.

His legs trembled in surprise, when he felt Harry's breath against his thigh again. Apparently, his boyfriend was back between his legs, but there was only one hand on his body. The mafia leader felt something wet at his entrance, made a noise, recognized the feeling of Harry's tongue, which was back pushing into his hole.

Only for a few minutes did Louis have his beloved tongue of his boyfriend inside of him, before it disappeared again, leaving it empty. It wasn't empty for long, though. A surprised sound came from Louis, when there was something else now; it felt cold, wet and unfamiliar. It definitely weren't his fingers or his tongue. At first, Louis thought it was Harry's dick. But the something was too unfamiliar and cold; plus it was smaller, Louis noted as it got pushed in deeper. Louis exhaled shakily, before a moan escaped his lips.