School of discipline (L.S.)

Chapter 27

"What a beautiful noise, sweetheart. I can't wait to hear to you scream."

Harry had whimpered again as Louis worked his way down his chest, sucking his nipple into his mouth and lightly grazing his teeth across it. Harry's back arched, pressing himself closer to Louis.

"Eager, aren't we?" Louis smiled and Harry blushed, ducking his face to the side to avoid Louis' teasing gaze. "No hiding, my love," Louis chastised, tapping lightly against Harry's chin. "There is absolutely no shame in feeling pleasure. In fact, I am very flattered."

Harry was sure his face was on fire, his blush burning through his cheeks and he desperately tried to hold in a whine. He'd never felt anything like this. They hadn't done anything more than kiss and Harry was sure no previous experience of his came anywhere close.

Louis' hand came to rest on Harry's hip, the tip of his finger running under the waistband of his boxers. "Can I?"

Harry nodded, so fast he thought he was going to give himself whiplash.

"I need you to say it, love."

"Yes, yes, please, Louis."

Louis leant down to press a kiss to Harry's lips and then slowly began to inch Harry's boxers down, over the curve of his arse, down his smooth thighs. The first time Harry had worn boxers to bed, Louis had been surprised to see that Harry shaved his legs. He hadn't mentioned it at the time, and he didn't mention it now but secretly he loved it. God, Harry would look good in a pair of panties.

Harry was clearly getting impatient, kicking his legs to wriggle the boxers off as fast as he could.

"Careful," Louis chastised lightly, holding Harry's hips still. "We're not in a rush."

"Well, I am. I'm fucking horny. Do you know when the last time anybody got me off was?"

Louis couldn't help but laugh. "No, but if you want me to be the next person who does then you're just going to have to be patient. Do you think you can handle that, love?"

"Maybe. If you take your pants off too."

Louis was more than happy to oblige, throwing his own boxers onto the floor next to Harry's. He held himself at a height so there was no friction between them, much to Harry's displeasure.

"Can I touch you?"

"Of course you fucking can." Harry bucked his hips up but Louis pulled away.

"That's not being very patient, love. Ask me nicely and I might give you what you want."

With more than a few protests and grumbles, Harry finally worked up the courage to ask Louis for what he wanted. And he went to bed very happy, satisfied with his first experience of giving a blow job. Though he was sure he wasn't as good as Louis who he had learnt was very skilled with his mouth.

***

November bled into December.

Since Bonfire night Harry and Louis has grown closer than ever. They went out, they spent all of their time together, and to Harry's surprise, and dare he say pleasure, they were much more physically involved.

They were still yet to make it to the playroom, its door having remained firmly closed, but it was something Harry was thinking more about.

Even when they were simply kissing Louis took on the more dominant role and he wondered how different it could really be in that room. He wasn't brave enough to bring that up with Louis yet but he might, soon.

With the month of December came the festive season and with it, decorations, parties, and Harry's favourite of all: Christmas markets.

At Harry's insistence, Louis had bought a tree for their flat and they had spent an afternoon decorating it. They didn't want to buy a lot of expensive decorations so ended up with a rather odd selection of things.

Harry didn't care how strange it looked; he was just happy to have a tree. It made the flat feel more homely. Harry loved Christmas in Holmes Chapel. It was one of the perks of living in a smaller town. Everywhere was covered in lights. They had large Christmas trees around every corner. It was beautiful.

Christmas had always been Harry's favourite holiday. He had been one of those kids that was up at 4am, unable to control their excitement any longer. He knew a lot of kids were like that but that had carried on with him past the point when he knew Father Christmas wasn't real. He insisted on getting up early every year. There was just something about waking up seemingly before the rest of the world, wearing their matching pyjamas, as he and Gemma always had, with mugs of hot chocolate that absolutely nothing could compare to.

Harry was hoping that some of his run up to Christmas traditions could be carried on here and Louis was happy to help where he could. That was why they were on their way to a local Christmas market on the second Saturday of December. Harry hadn't been expecting there to be a great deal of markets nearby but it turned out there was a rather popular one only 25 minutes away by train. He'd dragged Louis out of bed early, much to his annoyance, and they'd headed down to the station to catch the train that would take them to the stop a mere few minutes' walk from the market.

It was already busy by the time they got there, despite not having been open for long at all. There were stands with crafts, food, games, everything you could want.

It turned out, Louis was extremely competitive, even when it came to fairground games.

"You know they're rigged right?" Harry had asked once Louis angrily stormed away from yet another game.

"I don't care! They're still made for children; I should be able to win."

Harry looked around, hoping to spot a relatively easy game that Louis would manage to win. He couldn't imagine Louis letting them leave until he had been awarded at least one prize.

"How about that one?" Harry gestured to a nearby stall.

"Ring toss?" Louis seemed to debate it in his head for a moment. "Surely they can't have rigged that." And with that, he set off with a purposeful stride towards the ring toss stall.

30 minutes later and Harry had decided they had managed to rig the ring toss. That or Louis had incredibly bad aim.

"Maybe we should try something else?" Harry suggested warily. "We could go and have a look at the crafts and come back later?"

"You go ahead," Louis said, not looking away from the bottles. "I'm just going to finish up here."Not only was Louis not making much progress, he was also spending a fortune. Harry had actually wanted to look around the market, maybe pick up a couple of gifts for his mum and sister. But at this rate the sun was going to set before he got a chance to.

"Lou, come o- oh my God."

"Get in! Fucking finally!" Louis turned to Harry, grabbing his face with both hands and pulling him in for a kiss before turning to the man running the stall, a very smug smile on his face.

"Congratulations," he said, voice monotonous, bored, before handing Louis his prize: a large teddy bear.

Louis took the bear, holding it high above his head in victory before presenting it to Harry. "Your prize, my love, your very hard-won prize."

"Why thank you," Harry smiled, quickly kissing Louis before taking the bear into his own hands.

Their celebrations were cut short when they heard crying coming from around the corner. They immediately set off in the direction the noise was coming from but stopped short when they saw the person crying was Niall.

He was pointing up at the row of bears hanging tauntingly across the top of the stall, Josh clearly having had no more success than Louis had experienced all morning.

"I'm trying, honey," Josh said quietly. He had one arm around Niall, gently shushing him, but he didn't stop crying. People were looking. It was obvious Niall was slipping into little space, if he wasn't there already, and Harry new he would hate to remember this when he came back up later on.

So he walked towards the pair, shrugging Louis' hand off when he held on to his arm. He probably only wanted to ask Harry what he was planning to do, he and Niall didn't exactly have the best track record, but Harry didn't want to discuss it.

"Hi, Niall," he spoke, voice soft, gentle, calming, well that was what he attempted anyway. He had never been good with kids. Nor had he ever interacted with someone in, or on their way to, little space. Niall didn't look up, face buried in Josh's shoulder but he did stamp his foot in a gesture Harry took as 'please go away'. But he didn't. "I have something for you." He tried again, bringing the bear from where it was hidden behind his back and holding it out to Niall.

Niall didn't acknowledge him. He had his eyes closed, otherwise Harry was sure he would have been more intrigued by what he had to offer. It took some encouragement from Josh but Niall looked up, and his face lit up as soon as he saw the bear. "For me?" He asked quietly.

"For you." Harry nodded, smiling when Niall eagerly took the bear from his hands and cuddled it to his chest, burying his face in the soft fur.

"What do we say, Ni?"

"Thank you!" He turned to Harry with a beaming smile.

"You're very welcome. Take good care of him, yeah?"

Niall nodded, turning back to the teddy immediately, attention focused on its scarf that Harry though Niall was going to pull off if he wasn't careful.

"Seriously, Harry," Josh said, "thank you. You didn't have to do that."

Harry shrugged, always bad at receiving thanks. "He looked like he wanted it more than I did."

A few moments later he made his way back over to Louis, who hadn't moved from the spot he had left him in. "That was a very kind thing to do. I wish we'd had something to give him other than the prize I spent four hours winning, but that was really nice of you."

"You're not mad I gave away the bear?"

"'Course not, love. I'm proud of you."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You and Niall aren't the best of friends. It shows a great deal that you were willing to give it to him."

Harry was disappointed he no longer had the bear, only because Louis had won it for him. But when Louis won a little stuffed frog an hour or so later, that he said reminded him of Harry, he no longer cared. He was going to keep that frog forever.

***

They only had a few days until they were due to go home. And that meant there were only a few days for Harry to give Louis his birthday present. Ideally, Harry would give Louis his present on his actual birthday but being in the holidays, Christmas Eve specifically, that would not be possible.

Harry had spent a lot of time thinking about what to get Louis for his birthday. It had to be something meaningful. He wanted to do something to show Louis how much he meant to him. Harry had never had a relationship with someone like the one he had with Louis; he wasn't sure what the gift giving precedent was for a situation like theirs. They hadn't known each other all that long after all.

But he had finally come up with the perfect gift. Well, he thought it was perfect. Maybe not perfect. A good gift though. A gift he hoped Louis would like.

So with a little help from Zayn, Harry had gotten everything ready. And now there he was, kneeling on the floor of the playroom, wearing nothing but a pair of silk panties. He had laid a piece of red ribbon on the floor, starting at the front door, that led straight to him, the end tied around his wrists in a pretty little bow.

Zayn had kept Louis out of the flat but Harry knew he was due back any moment. He was nervous but he could feel the excitement thrumming under his skin. He couldn't wait for Louis to get back, for him to see him like this. He couldn't wait for what they were going to do.

He heard the keys in the door and he fixed his posture, settling into the position he had been taught in class and then practiced several times with Louis. He felt a tug on the ribbon.

"Harry?" Louis called, but he stayed silent. He didn't want to give himself away. He wanted Louis to find him, wanted to see the expression on his face.

It didn't take long until the playroom door was pushed wide open and Louis came into view. Harry met his eyes which widened in surprise at the sight before him, something unknown, something exciting flashing in them.

"Harry..." Louis' voice came out as no more than a whisper, a breath, the words knocked right out of him.

"Happy birthday, Sir."