Symbolism & Innocence

Can I?

Warning: Light Smut?

Harry's P.O.V

The fairy lights lined pale pink coated walls, light colored furniture and nicknacks decorated his small flat giving it a homey yet open feel. Colorful nail paints line one of the shelved walls of his bedroom along with various makeup and body products. His bed was neatly made, white duvet tucked into the corners of his mattress.

I sat on a chair in the middle of Louis' bedroom as he gripped my chin tightly, holding me still as he wiped at the unknown cuts along my cheeks and under my eye. His fringe continued to fall into his eyes and each time he would huff and push it back with dainty fingertips, as well as pushing his black framed glasses up his nose as well. I wanted to reach out and hold his hair out of his sight, but shifted so I sat in my hands to prevent me from doing so.

Louis wiped at a particularly deep cut that caused me to hiss, taking my hands out from under me and gripping his hips tightly. He squeaked and shifted slightly so his hip was cocked out to the side and continued to wipe at the large amount of blood.

"You're fairly good at this," I said, squeezing his hips once more as he went to throw the disinfectant wipe away. He hummed and yanked open yet another wipe and tilted my chin up, catching my eyes. "I've done this to many before Mr. Styles." His fingernails trailed down my collarbone as he spoke, the rooms temperature growing. "Besides," he said, "my Mum used to be a nurse, so she taught me a bit before..." He paused, looking behind me and shook his head, "before I left."

I sensed the tension in the subject and decided not to question it; patting at the small of his back. "Well props to you Mr. Tomlinson. You are very good at it."

His breath seemed to shallow as I curved my hand at the bottom of his spine, the back of his thighs revealed as his dress rose just below his panty line. I looked down at the tan skin and smiled at the patch of ink appearing from under his thigh highs. "Got a bit of ink yourself there Lou?"

He giggled and tugged the back of his dress back down, my wondering eyes remaining on where the curve of his ass met his thighs. He hit me lightly on the chest and I looked up, beaming at his tinted cheeks. "What are they?" I asked, fingers tapping against the back of his thighs.

He shook his head and sighed, "You want to see them?" He asked innocently, already beginning to turn around. I nodded and fully turned him, tugging down his rights a bit, him raising the ends of his dress- revealing tips of pink lace underwear.

On each of his cleanly shaven thighs were deep pink bows, ends swirling around his thighs and down the sides of his legs; giving off a ribboning look to them. I brought my hand up to the sides of his legs and dragged them down, nails catching against his skin.

I didn't have to life my head from its hung position to know his cheeks were flushed; his hands itching by his side, knuckles white as he clenched his dress- raising it higher in the process.

"Mr-Mr. Styl-..." I interrupted him with a small slap to the side of his calf, laying my head against his back, nose rubbing against the lacy material, gripping his hands and holding them at his sides.

"What is it doll?" I asked quietly, raising his dress higher, kissing the dimples at the end of his defined spine.

Goosebumps rose upon his skin, smiling as he arched his back, his bum inches from my lips. "Please..." He whispered, head tilted.

"Please what, Princess?" A soft whimper fell from his lips at the nick name, hands moving in my grip 

"Can I..." He huffed, and turned around, looking down at me with hazed eyes and tinted cheeks. I waited patiently for him to finish, setting one if my hands on the swell of his bum and the other gripping the back of his knees.

"Can I call you Daddy?" He whispered, eyes closed and lips parted.

I looked on in amazement as this small, innocent boy stood before me. I chuckled deeply and pulled him into my lap, kissing up his neck hotly.

"Of course, Princess."

A/N: Cliff hanger? Sort of? Not really... But yeah.  I'm shit at smut, but whatever. I shall endure it.

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