kinky ao3 bottom harry smut

23. licorice

author: ChromaticAffairsOfTheHeart

summary:
"These are lovely," he said, using his free hand to twirl a wet tendril around his index finger and giving it a light tug.

"Mmm," he hummed, leaning forward slightly to create an extra bit of tension. "Many say they're my best quality."

"Certainly one of. I'm rather partial to your eyes. Not what I would have expected."

Harry smiled knowingly. "You mean glowing red and oozing malice?"

"Something like that," Louis giggled.

"Mine don't do that. They do turn black though."

"Really?" Louis said, tilting his head to the side to try and see his face. Harry turned in his lap, manoeuvring carefully until he was straddled atop Louis's thighs. Tipping Louis's chin up, he blinked at him, and all at once, the colour was just gone. Instead were deep pools of black licorice, both gleaming and sucking in all of the light at the same time.

Or - the one where Harry is a demon that gets summoned by Louis's betrothed at a dinner party as a bit of fun, and things don't exactly go according to plan.

word count: 10,236

authors note:
Oh. My. God.

I did it. My first ever completed story. It's finally here and I'm sobbing as I sit here and post it. It came to me randomly and I just started typing. I hadn't intended it to be a 10K fic, but here we are. I hope you enjoy it.

Quick notes - It was getting confusing to read when Harry would interject later in the story, so he is written in bold. Also, there is a super brief mention right at the start of Louis's father being dead.

i absolutely fucking adore this story. it's so. idek it's so so good. i'll definitely be adding the sequel if the author ever writes one
(also if you're not into religion play i don't suggest reading this. like if you get offended by that then maybe don't read it. it's not really a religion kink but harry is a demon so do with that what you will)

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Louis's father dying at a young age was...less than ideal. Sure, the man had been a cruel sort of bastard, but having him alive had kept the wolves at bay. As the new Viscount, Louis was expected to marry...with expediency.

It was also a shame that he'd recently found himself in a rather sticky predicament - specifically with his pants around his ankles and buried inside another man in the wine cellar at a ball. He and Lord Brixton had been dancing around each other - no pun intended - for weeks. He'd of course known that they shared similar preferences, as most men of their discernment tend to. So finally, at another insufferable ball held by another insufferable family in a vain attempt to marry off their insufferable daughter, they'd stolen away to the wine cellar. It had been delightful until a servant had barged in on them just as Louis had been about to finish. Brixton was finishing when the door opened, right onto a selection of cabernet, if memory serves.

In a year that was decidedly dry of gossip, their mishap of course spread like wildfire, despite his best efforts to quell the talk. Which is how he found himself engaged to Cecily Featherstone within a fortnight, and set to marry next month. He'd also arranged a rather hefty sum of eight thousand a year, which had more than enticed the Featherstones into letting her marry Louis, rumours and all.

It could be worse. He'd known Cecily since they were old enough to walk, and she was a nice enough girl. Not that it much mattered to Louis, but she had a full bosom and a pleasing silhouette - neither too thick or too thin. He'd heard other gentlemen talk enough of her attributes with thinly veiled desire, so the match was certainly society-approved. And regardless of his reputation, being a friend to the Viscount was always a highly sought-after tie, so once they were married, he doubted anyone would bat an eye at his past indiscretions.