Enjoy Your Meal

Louis was at a restaurant. Which was the first bad idea of the day.

His day had been stressful, and he came home to absolutely no motivation to cook food, so he decided to face his fear of public spaces and go outside.

Again, bad idea.

His second bad idea of the day was interacting with a stranger.

"It might just be a 10 minute wait. Could I get a name?"

"Louis."

"Alright, Louis. You can go ahead and sit down while you wait for us to call your name."

Louis walked away from the host stand and sat on an empty bench. A few seconds later, he saw someone come out of the men's bathroom, carrying their shoes.

"Um, why are you carrying your shoes?" Louis, like the idiot he is, asked the stranger.

The stranger laughed and said, "They came untied while I was in there, but I didn't want to touch them until I washed my hands, so they fell off."

Louis just nodded in response, while the stranger sat next to him.

"Louis," the host called.

Louis stood up, hearing the stranger behind him speak up.

"Enjoy your meal, Louis."

Louis didn't know what to say, so he ignored the stranger and followed the host to his table.

***

A few minutes into his meal, Louis had a problem. He was horny.

This caused his third bad idea. Louis decided, in all his adult stupidity, to go to the bathroom and rub himself a bit to get the pressure off.

Louis got up from his table and walked to the bathrooms. He briefly considered going into the women's room, but he felt like he passed enough to be able to go into the men's.

Louis went into one of the stalls, rubbing himself off on his leg. He moaned a bit, because he knew there wasn't anyone else in the bathroom, and because he liked the idea of being caught.

And caught he was.

He heard the bathroom door open, and he let out another breathy moan before he could stop himself.

"Are you okay in there?" The voice of the stranger from earlier asked.

"Um- yeah," Louis' voice squeaked out, causing him to blush.

"Are you sure? You sound out of breath," the voice got closer, and Louis could see boots underneath the bathroom door. He moaned again at the idea that this man could see him.

"Oh," the voice said in realisation.

"Sorry, m'sorry. It's just been a while," Louis wanted to cry from embarrassment, which somehow made him hornier.

"Do you need help?" The stranger asked.

And, what?

"What?"

"Well, you got me hard, so maybe we could help each other out," the voice reasoned.

"Um."

Without any other response, the door started opening. Because Louis is an idiot and forgot to lock it.

"Wait-"

Before Louis could stop this stranger from seeing his lack-of-penis, the stranger came in to witness it for himself.

"Oh, isn't this a delicious surprise?" The stranger asked.

"Y-You still want to help me?" Louis responded, because he was honestly desperate at this point. It really had been a while.

"Of course, baby boy. Do you have a safe word?"

"Yellow is slow down, red is stop," Louis responded, cheeks heating up.

"Perfect. Now, you interrupted my meal, so I need something else to eat," the stranger taunted.

"Wait- can I get your name first?" Louis asked.

"It's Harry. But you can call me daddy."

"Oh-" Louis moans, before Harry grabs his wrists and turns him to face the bathroom wall.

Harry bends Louis forward so that his face is against the wall and his ass is sticking out.

"I'm going to eat your pussy, is that okay?"

"Yes, yes, please," Louis pants.

Harry takes the permission and starts enthusiastically eating Louis out. Louis's legs quiver from Harry's tongue, and Louis lets out breathy moans. A few minutes later, Louis is wet enough that Harry sticks two fingers in his hole in addition to his tongue.

"Ah- daddy- I w-want you to f-fuck me. Please?" Louis begs.

"Yeah, baby, I got you," Harry responds, his voice deeper than before.

Harry takes his fingers out of Louis to take his pants off. Louis gasps at the size of him.

"Oh- you're b-big."

"Is that a problem for you? Did I not stretch your slutty little hole enough?"

"N-No daddy, you stretched me enough," Louis knew he was not, in fact, stretched enough, but he wanted to feel this.

Harry smirked at him and grabbed his hips, pulling Louis onto his dick.

Louis moaned heavily, feeling the intense pressure of Harry's cock in his hole. Harry immediately set a brutal pace, pounding into Louis relentlessly. It burned, but Louis loved it.

Harry slapped Louis' ass hard.

"That's what you get for being a pathetic slut," Harry said, slapping his ass again.

Louis moaned weakly, the sensation making his brain go fuzzy. Harry noticed, and started going slower and deeper instead of fast, making Louis feel the pleasure more.

"Daddy, can I come, please?" Louis asked.

"Oh, so the slut knows how to be polite. I bet you'll come even if I don't let you," Harry taunts.

"No, daddy, I'll be good, p-promise," Louis sniffs, on the edge of tears.

Suddenly, the door to the bathroom opens.

"Oi, I heard cry- OH JESUS!"

Louis comes on the spot, the humiliation of being caught pushing him over the edge. Harry pulls him close, keeping him out of view from the stranger.

"Do you mind?" Harry asks.

"Erm. Sorry," the man says, immediately leaving.

"That sounded like me mate Niall," Louis slurs.

"Don't talk about your mate when my dick is in you," Harry scolds.

"Sorry, daddy."

Harry hums in response, thrusting a few more times before pulling out and coming on Louis' ass. He then bends down and licks it up.

"Mmm, delicious, thank you for the meal, darling," Harry smiles.

"Yeah, yeah," Louis mumbles.

The two of them pull their pants up, and on the way out of the bathroom, Harry asks,

"So, can I get your number?"