Baby Boy ✧ Larry Stylinson

Chapter 12 - pink lingerie

"Where were you?" is the first thing Harry and Mickey hear when they enter the mansion.

Louis is standing there with his arms crossed, biceps and tattoos showing. Honestly, Harry thinks that Louis is sex on legs.

Louis raises his eyebrow when Harry doesn't answer and Harry snaps out of his daze, shouting out an "oh".

"Well, y-you see, Mickey took me to the s-store and we bought some stuff." Harry was playing with his fingers, afraid that Louis will be angry that he left with out his permission.

There was awkward silence, Mickey not knowing if she should go into another room or not.

Finally, Louis says something. "Mickey, go to the kitchen and start cleaning up." Louis instructs and Mickey bows her head.

"Yes sir." she replies and walks away, leaving just Harry and Louis.

Harry feels somewhat uncomfortable under Louis' daze, not bothering to look into his beautiful eyes.

Suddenly, Harry is being lifted off the ground and slammed into a wall roughly, lips attaching onto his.

"Uh." Harry grunts, kissing Louis back with passion.

Louis moves his hands up and down Harry's torso and trails his fingers up to Harry's right nipple, pinching it.

Harry knees literally go limp, letting out a whine. And if it wasn't for Louis holding him up, he would be on the ground by now.

Louis pushes his tongue into Harry's mouth and the younger boy gladly accepts, opening his mouth widely.

"I missed you so much." Louis mumbles into Harry mouth, smiling when Harry lets out a moan.

"Mhm." Is all that Harry can manage out because he's getting so into the kiss.

"Do you want daddy to fuck you, baby?" Louis huskily asks and Harry's eyes roll to the back of his neck when Louis attaches his lips to his neck.

"Please daddy." Harry whines deep in his throat and Louis growls, taking him off the wall and walking upstairs with Harry's legs wrapped around his waist.

Once they reach the inside of Louis' bedroom, the older lad places Harry on his bed and climbs on top of him, kissing him softly on the lips once before trailing down his neck.

"Mmm." Harry hums in delight and moves his head to the side, giving more access.

Louis swiftly takes of Harry shirt and kisses down his chest, Harry moaning and tugging on his hair.

He creates a love bite on one of his pecks, sucking roughly before soothing it with a lick of his wet tongue.

Harry bucks his hips and Louis tries to hide his moan, taking both of Harry's wrists and pinning them above his head.

"Wait," Harry stops him and Louis looks up, utterly confused. "I have something for you."

Louis' face is filled with confusion, but nods his head and let's Harry get up.

Harry walks downstairs and into the kitchen, finding Mickey scrubbing the floor.

"Where'd you put the bag?" Harry asks and Mickey squeals, obviously not knowing Harry was there.

After she catches her breath, she points the the living room.

"Are you and Louis going to do the dirty?" She wiggles her eyebrows and Harry snorts, blushing.

He scurries off without answering her question and grabs the bag off the couch, running into the bathroom nearby.

He slowly puts on his pink lingerie and he loves the way it looks on him. So silky and smooth.

Next, he takes the lipstick out of the bag and applies it to his lips, his eyes widening when he smudged it a bit.

After Harry is done fixing himself up, he walks back to Louis' room, finding him laying on the bed with only his boxers on.

The moment Louis looks at Harry, he moans.

His eyes are screwed shut and Harry thinks he looks beautiful.

"Come here." Louis instructs, trying to control himself from taking Harry then and there.

Harry obliges, loving the way Louis looks at him like he's the sexiest man on earth. "Do you like my costume, daddy?" Harry looks at Louis innocently and, fuck, Louis' dick is hard.

"I love your costume, sweetheart. I want to fuçk you so hard right now." Louis palms himself and Harry looks at him in amazement.

Harry crawls on top of Louis and sits on his lip, moving his hips.

Louis' breath hitches and his head lolls back, hearing Harrys' little whimpers and moans.

But Louis' the dominant one.

He flips them over so he's on top of Harry, kissing his red lips.

"Will you let daddy take care of you tonight?" Louis smirks, knowing Harry will say yes.

"Is that even a question?" Harry smiles and pulls Louis' lips down onto his again.

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next chapter will be smut. i just wanted to see you people suffer ;)