Captive. (ls)

13. Sorry •

AUTHORS NOTE:

I've made a decision that from now on, there is a chance that boyxboy smut could appear (basically, yes, more smut ). If you do not like it, don't read the chapter!

But now enjoy the chapter, and don't forget comment your thoughts throughout it! Enjoy :) x

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Louis was furious. His fists clenched in anger at the mere remembrance of what Harry had said. He leant forward and switched the tap on, reaching his hands under and scooping up the cool water to rub over his chest.

Slowly, he washed the water over his face in hopes that it would clear his mind or calm his racing heart, but it didn't. Regardless of how angry and violent he got, he couldn't suppress the feeling of guilt, and that only made his brows furrow deeper.

"Louis..." Harry's timid voice pressed through the door, and Louis' knew that he was too hesitant to knock.

Swinging the door open, Louis was well prepared to curse and yell until he won the last say, but he was surprised to see the boy drop to his knees in front of him.

Louis' face stayed cold, his lips in a hard line and his eyes glaring daggers down at the man, "What?"

He watched as Harry reached out with trembling fingers towards Louis' buckle to take it off, staying silent. His nimble fingers worked quickly to slip the belt out of its loops, and Louis caught Harry shiver out of the corner of his eyes.

Remembering his punishments, probably.

Louis frowned and narrowed eyes some as a slow growl ripped from his throat, "I've asked you once now, and I won't do it again."

Harry's eyes flickered up to see Louis', the beautiful greens hidden behind a glaze of tears. The right side of his face was tinged pink and it brought a smile to Louis' face. It brought him a sense of authority.

"I-I wanted to say s-sorry," he stammered out.

Harry's hands worked quickly to wiggle the waistband of Louis' jeans down to hook directly around mid-thigh, before slipping his hand into Louis' boxers.

He struggled to keep his face straight when the sensation of the young boy's large hand wrapped around him in warmth, gently stroking to awaken his inner body.

Harry kept peering up through thick lashes to catch a glimpse of the older mans face, in hopes that he would be able to repay him. He let his hands glide down until he positioned himself between Louis' legs and opened his mouth obediently, just sitting there.

Louis' brows rose in surprise as he watched Harry sit and wait for Louis to take control and use him for what that beautiful mouth was made for.

Without a second thought, Louis reached out and slid a hand around the base of his neck to tangle his fingers in the boy's loose curls before he guided his member towards the open heat.

With a last connected gaze, he pushed his hips forwards to sink into the hot, wet space that caused a soft moan to release from his lips.

Harry wrapped his gorgeous mouth around Louis and waited for further instruction, which Louis gladly gave, "Hold your breath, pretty boy."

Louis jerked his hips up and pushed deeply into his mouth, hearing the boy attempt to cough around him, before pulling back and repeating the process. He let his fingers gently scratch at Harry's scalp until he was too occupied with the the fuzzy burn in his belly to care about Harry's comfort.

He groaned softly and moved his hips faster, his eyes fluttering shut as his left hand reached back to grasp the doorframe. It gave Louis' more leverage, and it also protected him from collapsing down to his knees when his orgasm ripped through his body.

He grunted loudly and his hips stuttered before he stilled and panted softly for a few moments, suddenly realizing that he could feel soft, uneven breaths puffed out against his tummy from Harry's nose.

Peeking an eye open, he saw Harry's cheeks were a rosy pink, glowing even, but his eyes were clenched shut with tears leaking from both sides. Louis realized from the glossy substance on Harry's chin and lips, that he must've pushed back in at the last minute without realising, causing Harry to have probably been sitting there for a good three minutes with a still cock shoved down his throat.

Louis slowly pulled back and smirked at the sounds that followed from the boy, his eyes taking in every inch of his baby face.

Harry leant forwards some with his hands on his knees, his lips swollen and deep red, as he panted softly for the air that his lungs gladly took in. He was mess, Louis knew, but it was a beautiful mess.

The man walked over to his own bags and fumbled around in the side pocket to grab the little inhaler stuffed in there, from when he had gotten the doctor to check Harry over back at the empire and confirmed he had asthma, "Here."

Harry lifted his head up and stared at the object in Louis' hands, "Y-you brought this?"

He shrugged, "Never know when your going to need it."

Harry nodded slowly, taking it in his mouth and allowing Louis' to press it down for him, inhaling with deep breaths and then pulling away when he fell his lungs open up, "Thank you, Master."

Louis' head snapped back to where Harry was seated in a pile of tired limbs on the floor, staring in disbelief. He packed the inhaler away before stalked towards the boy and reaching down to him.

He wrapped a hand around Harry's neck and yanked him up to his feet, glaring at him while the young boy stared at him in panic and confusion at the switch in moods, "Don't think just because you sucked my dick that everything goes back to the way it was. Because you are very wrong."

Harry rapidly attempted to nod his head when Louis slammed him up against the wall, hearing him struggle for breath as his fingers desperately wrapped around Louis' wrist.

"You are mine, Harry. Do you understand that!" Louis yelled, tightening his grip just a fraction to get a response out of the boy.

Harry nodded as best he could, his eyes wide with fear, gasping for breath.

Louis rolled his eyes and dropped his hand, letting Harry fall to his knees again while walking to his side of the large bed they shared last night, "You think you know everything."

He grumbled and grabbed the laptop off the floor to place on his lap, pushing it open and typing into the Google bar before clicking search, "If you know everything, we'll see how you do in one of these."

Harry looked up at him with an unreadable expression, his eyes overflowing with tears, "I-in what?"

He didn't want to ask, but it was better if he could mentally prepare for what was to come. Whatever it was, it would only break his heart further, he was sure.

Punishments?

Another collar?

Louis smirked and lifted his eyes to meet Harry's, a sinister glint in his eyes, "Obedience classes."