Dates, Dreams and Diapers

Chapter 23

A/N: Okay so, the few of you that read the last chapter may remember me going on about how gay marriage isn't legalized, well it is. I just randomly searched up an answer and was surprised at the feedback I got. Now that I know this, I will put the wedding in England, perhaps in Wolverhampton, but that still needs a few more steps for the final thought on that goes. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!

Louis's POV

"No you don't curly...I'm in charge here." I struggle to get out as Harry attempts to pick me up after snogging for a bit. I then back away from him, still hunched over from his attempt, to enjoy the view a bit and plan something out. The boy from Holmes Chapel then gives me a smirk and rushes to pin me against the wall of my room, not giving me any time to clear a single thought. Yet just as he cranes his neck for a kiss, I twirl us around and dive for his neck.

"Lou..." Harry whines as I suck and lick at his neck, leaving a new mark. His first mark to be exact, because as of now, he is my bitch.

"Hush." I whisper as I begin the grind our crotches together.

"No...you...don't!" Harry grunts out with each word as he flips us, pins my arms behind me and picks me up. Enough so that I'm over his shoulder, Harry turns again but facing the bed and throws me onto it. And with a hunger I couldn't describe, he pounced.

"Eeep." I squeak out when Harry's weight lands roughly on the bed before locking our lips together. This kiss is soft and passionate as I push my fingers through his curls, getting the boy from Holmes Chapel to purr for his daddy.

"I've wanted you for so, so long." Harry drawls out as I begin to strip off his shirt and mine. Next to go where our pants and socks. Seeing as Harry and I have done this with other people before, but not quiet with these feelings, we both know what we're doing. Harry continues to kiss my chest as I place kisses to his head, a soft bed of curls I'm not sure how deep it is. Harry then takes things up a notch by pulling my briefs down and breathing out against my semi-hard erection.

"Can you deep-throat for daddy?" I tease to get a kick out of Harry, but the lad just smirks and gives a few kitten licks to the head, driving me absolutely wild.

"Uh!" I groan as the pressure increases from Harry's licks, the pressure has my withering and gripping the bed below us with fists of the bed sheets.

"Yes, Harry, just like that." I moan as Harry swirls his tongue around my tip but then points his tongue against the slit at the tip.

"Holy Hell!" I gasp out as Harry slowly sinks his head down on me completely, his nose buried in my trimmed pubes. He then inhales deeply, his throat massaging against my throbbing member and I'm gone.

"Gah!!!" I gasp as I let go inside Harry's mouth, a thick white rope shoots down into my lover's throat as my vision goes blurry and my muscles feel like they're on fire. Harry swallowed my cum like a champ and then moves to kiss me, a kiss where I could taste myself on him.

"How was that...daddy?" Harry asks, a raised eyebrow, no doubt regarding my deep breaths and heated skin.

"Great...no...more than great, it was fantastic." I smile as Harry gives me another peck before turning me over. I'm about to question this until it clicks. Harry's going to stretch me out! He's going to put his...inside my...

"H-Harry, are you going to?"

"Yes I am." He says, cutting me off as he spreads my legs, hoists me up onto my knees and begins to lather my puckered hole. The lube he's using is cold and smells like strawberries. But as he carries out this embarrassing little task, I have my head buried into the pillows thinking about those two kids who auditioned for the X-Factor, became star and then lovers. My thinking is then cut off as I gasp at the sensation of something prodding at me, something wet yet warm.