BDSM (Larry)- English translation

Chapter 37- pleasure

Harry actually hit a torrent of excitement that tingled through his body when Louis spoke to him like that. God, this boy is killing him. In a damn good way.

"Get on your knees and beg for it. Beg to be fucked hard," he said darkly.

Uah. Louis was blushing in such moments. Not because he was uncomfortable, but simply because... It was such an exciting kind of humiliation when he was to beg for something like that.

But he knelt well with his open hands on his thighs in front of the bed. Only then did he not know how to go on.

"I know you want me. But I want you to say it."

"Will it hurt?"

"Only if you ask nicely."

"I... Please... I want to be fucked hard... please. I want to feel you for the next few days. I want you not to hold back and give me everything. Um...Please... Sir," Louis stammered with red cheeks.

Harry looked down on him in a dominant way. He shouldn't hold back. Hm... Hopefully Louis hadn't planned anything for the rest of the day. Because if Harry was done with him, he would sleep. Deep and firm.

"Sit on my face. Suck my cock while I lick you. I want to fuck you with my tongue and fingers first to make sure you get along with my cock. I can already see how damn you need it," Harry said darkly and Louis did it. In this damn shameful way that turned Harry on so infinitely. Louis was a little afraid to be too heavy or to break Harry's nose or something. But it just turned him on at the same time. Because Harry held him with his hands. Louis squatted almost helplessly over his tongue.

For this, Louis himself proved that he was quite capable of multitasking. He could blow and scream and moan at the same time. Experiencing Harry like this was different. He licked him. Louis had experienced this before, but Harry did it differently. He fucked him with his tongue. Sometimes clapped his hand on his butt. Louis wouldn't have thought it, but that actually turned him on even more. The combination of absolute arousal and short pain impulses made him almost insane. He jerked around with his butt and tried not to neglect Harry's cock, which felt so damn good in his mouth.

"I... I... Can't... More," Louis Moaned.

"YES. You can. You can't come, Louis," Harry said sternly.

Louis made a tortured sound.

"Good Boy. Let's see if you can be my little slut in addition to being good."

Louis moaned. Yes, used in this way, such words could be quite stimulating.

Harry watched Louis closely and he didn't miss the fact that Louis liked it. Very good. Nevertheless, Harry would always say that Louis was his or was or should be for him. Louis should feel good about it after all.

"Can you do that? Can you be my little bitch?"

"Yes....yes... Sir," Louis stammered so wonderfully red again.

"Then say it," Harry grinned.

"I... I'm your little slut, sir," said Louis and slid around with his butt wet with saliva.

"Then you should also focus on my pleasure. Good little sluts do that, you know?
Lie on your back. The head to the edge. Mouth wide open. I want to fuck you in the mouth, so deep, until you cry and choke, like a good boy."

Louis trembled with excitement. He needed a moment to position himself accordingly. He was so shaky with excitement and the dominance emanating from Harry, which felt like it flooded the room that he had to get his limbs back under control.

But in the end, he lies as required.

"Are you ready?"

"Can't wait."

"You know your words?"

"Yes."

"You do it very well. So willingly," Harry still said when Louis opened his mouth wide again.

Harry pushed in hard from above. He felt exactly how Louis only fought against the fullness. That was the natural behavior. It ultimately corresponded to why people also put their finger in their throats. It took a while, but then Louis began to relax his throat and Harry came in noticeably deeper.

That was like science. Breathe when it was possible and otherwise just let yourself fall. Practice a few more times and Louis could surely swallow Harry's cock. Because Harry didn't want to overdo it despite all the reins.

So at some point he withdrew. Saliva ran down the corners of his sub's mouth and tears ran out of the beautiful eyes.

Harry leaned down to him, stroked away the tears and saliva and kissed Louis. First on the forehead and then on the mouth.

"Very good, baby. Such a good boy. I'm so proud of you. You're doing it all so well."

Louis smiled with swollen lips and slightly irritated corners of his mouth and wet eyes. He was happy. He had done it well.

"It's time to make you feel good. Kneel on the bed, ass to me. Upper body on the bed.

Louis followed him almost drunk with tenderness.

Harry looked at Louis. Heaven, how could he ever live without him? He was so fucking horny. He had the perfect mix. Naughty and sweet, shy and dirty, dependent and absolutely independent. Louis had everything he wanted and then also in such a damn horny body.

Harry knelt behind Louis and spat on his hole. He rubbed a finger around in his saliva and then finally introduced it to Louis. But also straight out again. Louis wanted to sigh relieved every time, but then he was so empty again.

"Sir... I can't... More..." Louis moaned at some point. He was lying on his back. Harry next to him. He irritated him. All the time. But didn't give him what he wanted so badly.

"Then come. But don't expect me to stop then," Harry grinned.