Larry Smut | #wattys2015

Chapter 3: I can feed your appetite

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SUMMARY:
During a meal out with the other boys, Harry teases Louis to get what he wants.

"Here's to another successful album."

The sound of glasses clinking together in the centre of the table was met with a few cheers and the offer of proud smiles. All five boys, accompanied by two of their security men, sat around the table of a classy restaurant in celebration of the sales of their latest album. It had been arranged by Liam and Niall after agreeing that they each deserved a treat for their hard work.

"A lot of credit going to Louis, of course." Zayn announced, glancing towards where Louis sat across from him after taking a drink from his glass.

Louis gratefully smiled after seeing nods of agreement all around the table. He casually shrugged his shoulders though he could feel his heart race with pride. "I just got a bit more involved with writing the songs, that's all. We all worked hard to put them together."

"A true artist is always so modest." Niall stated, nodding his head towards Louis then grinned back at him, earning a mix of laughs in return.

"You've all worked hard, lads. You should be proud." One of the security men spoke, offering a smile before picking up his menu to scan through the dishes. "Now the praises are over with, let's order, shall we?"

Louis picked up his own menu and began to look through it, hearing a chorus of agreement to order their food. He looked at the different starters on offer when he felt Harry's leg press against his own and then move away again, making a small smirk reach his lips. He continued to stare at the menu while Harry's leg pressed to his for a second time, causing him to lift his head and turn to look by his side where Harry was sat.

"That reminds me," Harry quietly spoke so only Louis could hear. "I haven't finished praising you, yet." He whispered, keeping his eyes on Louis with a playful smile on his face.

Louis' smirk only grew as he raised an eyebrow then looked back down to his menu. He slowly licked his lips, suddenly thinking about them both at home just minutes before being picked up for the celebration meal. His stomach flipped when he thought about how Harry had briefly stopped him from getting dressed to bend him over their bed and tease his tongue around his hole, telling Louis how he wanted to show how well he had done on the album.

"There's always tonight." Louis answered, with his voice low and spoken to his menu. "You can praise me then." He added, despite knowing that Harry wouldn't be able to wait. He flickered his eyes up to look above the menu to see the rest of the table engaging in their own conversations, unable to hear their hushed whispers.

"Doubt I'd be able to wait that long." Harry whispered, glancing back to his menu though he focused on the tightening of his jeans rather than the food on offer. "You stopped me, remember?"

Louis smirked to himself as he read through the main meal selection, having more thoughts of them at home before the meal, how he had moved from Harry's embrace after he had lifted his tongue away and said how much he needed to be inside of him. He had held back a smirk when he picked his jeans back up and told Harry the car to pick them up would be there soon, stopping anything else from happening.

"I didn't want us to be late, babe." Louis softly spoke, turning his head to glance at Harry, allowing him to see the longing in his eyes. He smirked again, assuming Harry was still hard from earlier. "You'll just have to control yourself." He cheekily added, raising an eyebrow when Harry looked up at him.

"Or you could help me out, Daddy?" Harry quietly suggested, staring at Louis to see his smirk slowly fade at the name, knowing how much he loved to be called that. He looked away when he noticed Zayn looking over at them, not wanting to be questioned on what they were whispering about. His eyes moved back to his menu and he shifted in his seat, starting to feel uncomfortable in his tight jeans with his erection bulging against the front.