Punish me.

Do say it.

"You don't have to deny it, princess." Louis mutters as he keeps Harry pressed to the wall. 

"Pl- please." Harry whispers, helpless.

"Please what?" The punk one questions. 

"Please," he says, voice barely audible. "Please, fuck me right here." The taller boy mutters under his shaking breath.

"In this hallway?" He asks, eyebrows raised because, okay. That escalated quite fast.

"Don't make me say it." Harry blushes, trying to hide his face.

"Do say it." Louis says right back, pressing him harder, slipping one thigh in between Harry's thighs. "Tell me what you want me to do."

"I don't-" Harry's vocal cords fail. He is so, so nervous. The emerald eyed boy still has the flower crown resting on his hair. Louis makes sure of it.

"You can say what you want, or I can back away, let you go, and we'll go back to not taking to each other in school." Louis mumbles.

Harry stays quiet, clenching his jaw not to yell a 'no' right away.

"Like we always do." Louis shrugs as he starts pulling away slowly. "It's up to you, Flower Boy." He whispers, and at that, Harry's cock twitches. He needs to be fucked right now or he'll come in his pants.

"Please." He manages to whisper. "Please, fuck me, Louis."

"Details." The other boy says thickly.

"Fuck." Harry takes a deep, deep breath. "Fuck me." He says then, and thinks: fuck it. "I want you to turn me around, hold me against the wall, and tease me so fucking good, Louis."

Louis' cock twitches but he stays silent as he waits for him to continue.

"And I want you to hold my hands so I will be helpless." He says. "I love this feeling of being helpless." He practically moans. His eyes are so dark in lust. "I want you to fuck me rough and raw."

And- okay. Louis has to take a fucking breath because, okay. He can do that.

"And I need you to fuck me slowly, I like the burning, yeah?" He says, practically whining. "You know what else, Louis?" He asks. "I want to call you daddy as you do it." His eyes blink as if he's a innocent ten year old girl.

Harry decides that is it. He's started it already, so he might as well keep going. Licking his lips, he turns around. Back facing Louis.

Harry lifts his bum, so Louis' eyes can have total access to it. He's already leaking pre-cum inside his fucking panties. Yes. Panties.

As he raises his arms, putting them over his head, hands intertwined as if he has a fucking rope keeping them from any possible movement, Louis' eyes widen because there it is. With his t-shirt up, and his bum facing Louis, the pants are a bit down. And red panties practically say 'hi'.

Fucking hell.

"Panties, Harry Styles?" Louis mutters under his breath. "Why am I not impressed?" Harry moans, wiggling his bum at him.

Harry turns his face so he's staring at Louis over his shoulder. "Not even a little... daddy?" He whispers and Louis fucking loses it.

Louis pushes Harry against the wall once again, what causes lathe taller boy to let out a loud, filthy moan.

"Gon' fuck me good, daddy?" The long haired boy murmurs.

Louis leans in so his mouth is resting against his ear. "Gonna fuck you hard and you'll have to leave this place on my arms." He whispers. "And do you want to know why?" He mumbles, Harry nods silently. "Because you won't be able to walk, princess." At that, Harry moans. "And I'm going to fuck you and you're going to moan so, so fucking loud, my name and all. I want everyone to hear you." He says, smirking. "Am I clear, princess?" Louis questions, but Harry stays quiet, so he pulls away and in one go, takes Harry's pants and panties off.