Pretty please, take care of me ?

Louis had recently been promoted at work, and it had brought many new pressures to the 30 year old. Harry had caught onto this stress almost immediately, and wanted to help his partner relax. So while Louis was at work one Friday, Harry put his plan in motion.

He slowly pulled on his brand new white garter belt set, ordered just for this occasion, careful not to disturb the pretty pink plug he had nestled inside him. The set was nothing extravagant, but it flattered his small curves perfectly.

The lacey belt itself rested just below his hip bones, showcasing his dainty hourglass-like figure. The pantie beneath it was a sheer white thong, which allowed only his pink cockhead to peek out of the top. After making sure the material sat on his hips just right, Harry carefully stretched the silver clips extending from the belt down to the middle of his thighs and attached them to the thigh-highs.

The tip-top of the stockings were a flower patterned lace that extended only about 2 inches up his legs. The rest of the stockings were a soft opaque white that stretched over his muscles sinuously. Once Harry was sure he looked good enough to eat, he patiently waited-ass up-on Louis' bed.

Waiting had soon become difficult, and it was all due to the way the plug incessantly pressed up onto his prostate at that angle. Harry began to whine pitifully from the beautiful feeling, his hips moving in imperceptible figure eights to help relieve the sensation.

Maybe I can get off just one time before Louis gets home. He thought to himself, I'm sure he wouldn't mind. Harry curled a hand around his dick and began to softly thumb over his slit. He whined loudly and pressed his face further into the feather pillows to muffle the sound. He knew that only bad boys got off without their daddy's permission, but it had felt too good to stop.

Harry began to grind down into his own hand, breathless little moans and pants falling from his raw-bitten red lips. He had become so lost in his pleasure that he didn't hear the large oak door slam shut and Louis' loud 'I'm home!' echo throughout the house.

It was only when calloused and warm hands had grabbed his hips roughly and flipped him over that he let out a startled yelp and realized that his daddy was home.

"Harry," Louis tsked as his hands pressed Harry's hips firmly into the mattress, leaving him practically no room to squirm. "Don't you know that good boys wait for their daddy to get home before getting off?" Harry let out a regretful whine and turned his head into the silk sheets.

"'M sorry, daddy." His words were muffled by the sheets, so Louis released one of his hips before grabbing his jaw firmly and turning his face towards his own.

"Harry." Louis spoke sternly, anger brewing inside his cerulean eyes. "Face me when you speak. Otherwise your punishment will become much worse." Mischief and fire twinkled in his eyes as Harry gasped.

"Now," Louis moved his hand back to its original position on Harry's hip and licked his lips. "What were you saying?"

Harry inhaled deeply and just barely resisted the urge to look away from his daddy's fiery eyes.

"I said that I was sorry, daddy." Louis huffed in response and pressed down harder on Harry's hips causing the plug to shift and press harder on to the boy's prostate, in turn making Harry keen while throwing his head back in pleasure as hot white sparks danced up his spine.

"Oh I don't think that you're sorry at all Harry." Louis used his hands to roll Harry's hips in circles, making the boy's head swim in pain-pleasure. "In fact," Louis continued his circular motions with one hand while the other found its way to Harry's nipple and latched on, causing a small scream to fall from Harry's lips. "I think you wanted me to find you being a naughty boy." Harry tried to protest that statement, but all that escaped was a pitiful mew.