Captive. (ls)

10. Sinful

Louis POV

I took a shaky breath and nodded, sitting up a bit closer to him and looking up towards the back of his head, "Where abouts?"

A small mumble of jointed words left his lips but I couldn't make out what he was saying, so I just rubbed my palms together before pressing down lightly on the flat surface between his shoulder blade. I'd touched so many men before that I knew I shouldn't be this nervous, but I was.

I blushed when Harry let out a small moan, but continued working my hands over the bare skin. He really was a beautiful being and I had taken advantage of that.

"Harry?" I whispered softly, gently moving his curls away from his shoulders so I could press down higher up on his back.

"Mmh?"

I watched as he shifted some and the muscles in his back strained at the simple movement. Making a mental note to massage in that spot next, I leant down and placed a soft kiss to the back of his neck, "You're gorgeous, do you know that?"

Harry's body tensed slightly and I moved my hands slowly while he stayed quiet, "I'm not saying that in a creepy way either, or to mess with your head. It's the truth."

He flipped over and caught me off guard, so I gaped lightly when my hands ended up on his chest instead, "You are sinful, Louis Tomlinson."

My brows creased and a frown started to form on my lips, "Excuse me?"

Harry took ahold of my wrists and kept them so my palms were flat on his chest, a smirk on his pretty lips, "You are sinful. Downright sinful," he hummed.

I blushed and looked over his face, "Harry, are you trying to seduce me?"

He laughed and licked his bottom lip, "Quite possibly, Louis."

"Stop saying my name. It's a bit creepy when you're trying to be seductive," I cringed.

"Oh love, I won't be able to stop once you get started."

I blushed a deeper red and rolled my eyes, "Harry stop. You're just a boy."

"And you're a man that I need," he whispered in my ear, gently biting down on the bottom of it and tugging.

I closed my eyes and willed myself to stay composed, to keep myself strong. I promised not to take advantage of him again, but it was difficult to stay kept to myself when he was here, biting on my ear and whispering naughty things to me.

I pulled back and frowned when he kept his hands locked around my wrists, "Harry let me go."

"Spank me."

My eyes flew wide and I stared at him in shock, my mouth gaping, "What? No!"

"No, Louis, I trust you. You want to make it up to me, right?" He murmurs softly, letting go of one of my wrists and caressing my jaw.

As much as I wanted to nuzzle into his touch and comply with his request, I shook my head no, "Yeah but not like this."

"Do you not think I'm attractive enough?" He whispered, his eyes flooding with hurt.

"That's emotional abuse! You're trying to-"

"Guilt trip you?"

"Yes! That's abuse!" I spoke confidently, trying to break from his grasp before I ended up doing something I would regret.

"And what do you suppose you've done to me?" He shot back, catching me off guard yet again.

I stared down info his eyes and the way that we connected our gaze was so strong and powerful and just, understanding. Searching his face for any doubt, I took in his determined expression and the way his eyes never left mine before raising a hand and gently slapping him across the face.

I took ahold of his face with both my hands and crushed our lips together, to which he reacted quickly on by wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me back with just as much force.

I ran my thumbs over his jaw and breathed heavily through my nose, "You make me sick."

"I hate you," he whispered between kisses. Then he leant his head down and bit down roughly on the skin that met my collarbone, making me shiver and whine softly while my fingers clutched onto his hair.

"I hate you as well," I murmured, forcing him to lay back down so that I could kiss down his jaw.

He slid one of his large, paw-sized hands up my shirt and pinched one of my nipples. I squealed and jerked up, making him laugh and push me down onto my back with his arms pinning me down.

I'd only ever been in control of my submissives, since I'd done my fair share of submitting to my own masters, but Harry didn't need to know that.

He sat up, his knees on either sides of my waist while undoing the belt around his hips then turning back to me and lifting at my shirt. His mouth never seemed to leave some part of my skin and they were now roughly sucking at the delicate area just below my belly button.

"Harry.." I panted out, lifting his head gently so I could look into his darkened eyes, "Are you sure?"

"Never been more sure of anything in my life."

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