The Difference Between Storm and Silence {Larry}•{BDSM}•{Hybrid}•{MPreg}

Chapter Six

Sorry its been a while since I updated. I've been...I guess you could say busy...

This chapter is dedicated to the amazing and glamorous @Larrymeharder

Harry sighs when he enters the bedroom, running his hands through his thick hair. "Those kids are so persistant. I had to get Jet's head straight at least three times," he groans, facing the door as he closes it.

He blinks, realizing its dark in here. Maybe Lou's asleep. He cringes, wondering if he woke him up.

"Lock the door," he hears. The voice sends chills up and down his spine, his cock thickening in his black work slacks. His long fingers shakily reach forward, clasping the thin metal between his forefinger and thumb. The cold material sends a shock of ice up his arm, so he quickly flicks his wrist, the sound of the lock clicking fills the room. "Turn around."

Harry takes a deep breath through his nose, spinning as slowly as he can on his heels, his heart stuttering to a stop. There's his beautiful husband, his legs perfectly symmetrical with his hip jutted out. His arms are out, holding onto the ironing at the foot of the bed. A long lace fabric swatch is draped over his shoulders, twirling around his thin arms and falling to sweep against the floor. The deathly black lace falls around his legs. He stands at the foot of the bed, an iron chair set up by him, a bit in front, showing off most of his body. His prick is bulging, straining the front of his lace panties, the only conservative thing on him is the stripe of thin satin covering his dick, lace spreading from that one line. And last, but definately not least, two sheer socks - tights, if you will - run up his thick legs to the top of his delicious thighs, the thin fabric stretched, showing the creamy skin underneath.

Harry groans lowly, palming his growing erection. "Oh, baby," he moans, throwing his head back.

Louis moans with him, rutting his hips into air. "Daddy..."

Harry grunts, striding across the room in long lengths. He grips Louis' wide hips, pulling their erections together. Louis moans, throwing his head back and rubbing against the man, digging his fingers into his Dominants biceps. He shakes his hair, thrusting up to create friction.

"O-oh sweetheart," Harry groans, rubbing the silky material over the kittens cream coloured thighs, pinching the fabric between his long fingers. "These look so hot on you, baby," he breathes, leaning forward to ghost his lips over Louis' exposed collar bone. Louis lets out a stuttered breath, a small groan leaving his lips.

"N-no! No!" Louis sounds unsure at first, but quickly regains his composure, shoving Harry back slightly.

Harry's green eyes narrow. "You don't - "

"No, Daddy," Louis forces, leaning forward onto the balls of his feet. He grabs his Dominants tie, wrapping around his wrist and smiling innocently. "I'm in charge tonight."

Harry groans, squeezing his Submissives lush hips. "But, sweetheart. I'm your Dominant."

Louis bites his lips after licking it wet. "Not tonight."

He forces his Dominant to the chair and pushes him down, straddling his waist. Harry grabs his hips, but Louis takes them off, smiling widely. He snatches a pair of handcuffs he kept hidden on his thigh in between the socks and his skin. He leans his chest against the mans clothed torso, reaching behind the bigger man to clasp his wrists together.

Harry swallows thickly, his Adams Apple bobbing slightly as a strangled groan leaves his lips. Louis grinds down on his Dominant, smirking deviliously. He grips Harry's hips, pulling him up as he bares down. Harry flings his head back, his lips parting to let out hot breaths.