Baby Boy ✧ Larry Stylinson

Chapter 23 - bend me over

It was later that day, both Louis and Harry sitting down in the living room and eating some croissants.

"Are you gonna eat that?" Harry asks Louis, pointing to the croissant in his hand.

"Uhm, yeah I was." Louis states, and groans when Harry reaches over and takes a giant bite from his croissant, almost biting his finger.

"Sorry, sir." Harry shrugs and slowly chews on the piece, a bright smile on his face.

Louis huffs and grabs another croissant from the bowl, seeing Mickey walk in with some tennis clothes on.

"Where are you headed?" Harry asks, crawling towards his daddy and cuddling into his side.

"Gotta play some tennis." Mickey states and takes off her head band.

"With whom?" Louis gets up, ignoring Harrys' whines from the loss of warmth.

"My Grandma, we're having a rematch because she won last time." Mickey sighs and walks away, waving goodbye.

"We should play tennis sometime." Harry exclaims once Mickey is gone, bouncing on the spot where Louis was once seated.

"I have another way we could lose calories, doll." Louis suddenly says, his voice husky laced with lust.

"Enlighten me." Harry states, biting his lower lip.

Louis growls and pushing Harry roughly on his back, hovering over him and attacking his neck.

Harry accidentally lets out a giggle and Louis stops, pulling back and narrowing his eyes.

"This is not supposed to be funny- what's so funny?" Louis asks, trying to sound angry, but he just can't after he's heard his baby giggle.

"Sorry, your breath was tickling my neck." Harry admits sheepishly and without warning, he starts taking off his shirt.

"Harr-"

"I want you to ruin me. I want you to bend me over this coffee table, pull on my hair, slap my ass and just ruin me, daddy." Harry whispers.

Louis nods, his eyes filled with so much lust that you can drown in it.

"Take off your pants, now. I'll be right back, I need to get some rope." Louis informs Harry, walking away.

Harry swiftly takes of his pants and trousers, whimpering when his cock hits the cold air.

A minute later, Harry can hear the low footsteps coming back, padding quickly back to the living room.

Louis opens the doors and walks in quickly, locking it behind him. He slowly makes his way to Harry, staring at his cute little bum.

"Hands behind your back." Louis says and Harry complies.

Louis ties up Harrys' hands and then takes a step back, slowly taking off his clothing, smirking when he hears Harry whimper from how slow he's going.

"Be patient, princess."

Once Louis is fully naked, he takes out lube from his pants and applies some on his fingers, walking over to Harry and roughly bending him over the coffee table.

Louis places his finger on Harrys' exposed hole and circles around it, hearing Harry whine and push back against his finger.

Without warning, Louis plunges in his finger, pumping in and out quickly.

Harry screams and moans at the burn, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes to focus on the sensation.

Louis sneakily puts another finger in, getting down on his knees and licking around his fingers.

"P-please." Harry moans, his thighs already shaking and they've just started.

Louis stands back up and pumps for a few more times before taking out his fingers.

"What? You usually do three fingers . . ." Harry is confused.

The blue eyed boy ignores him, lathering up his cock with lube, not bothering to put on a condom since his baby got a check up a couple days ago.

He positions himself in front of Harry, yanking on his hair as he slowly makes himself in.

Louis loves hearing his lover moan. It's like, he can make an album out of his moans so he can wank to them.

Hey, that's not a bad idea, Louis thinks to himself.

Once he's balls deep inside Harry, he yanks on his hair again and starts thrusting hard, slapping Harrys' ass and groping the flesh.

"Fuck me harder." Harry breathes out, his voice an octave higher and Louis moans out, going faster and harder, hearing the sounds of skin against skin echo around the room.

He feels bad for his servants.

"Who's your daddy, doll?" Louis asks through gritted teeth, his voice husky.

Harry pushes back against Louis' cock and cries out, "You are!"

"This," Louis grabs Harrys' bum harshly and Harry whimpers, letting his head hand beside his shoulders, "Is my mine."

Louis pounds into Harry rhythmically, moving Harry hips around too to find a better angle.

He hits Harrys' prostate and the younger boy screams out, repeating "daddy" over and over again.

"You're my little slut. Look at you, taking my cøck so well like you were born to do it, whore." Louis hits his prostate again.

"Lou- daddy. I'm about to c-come." Harry warns and Louis finds himself close to coming too.

"Then do it, princess." Louis whispers and Harry almost doesn't hear him. Almost.

Harry lets out a strangled sob when he comes, his eyes screwed shut, lips a dark red from biting at them, cheeks flushed pink. Over all, wrecked.

His ass even has hand prints on them.

Louis comes right after him, yelling out Harry' name before collapsing on the younger boy in tiredness.

"How many calories do you think we lost?" Harry giggles.

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lmaoooooooooo hey guys !! sorry for not updating last week :(

hope this makes up for it though ;))))))