Cold Night Boy (Larry au; BDSM)

~ 8 ~

"How have we been, Harry?"

His smile was trying to get to the curly lad. To get through to the thick kinky shades that his mind was hazed with.

But Harry Styles wasn't ill.

He was kinky in his mind, but he had no illness that one could cure.

Harry needed to control. Ever since he lost his parents, he had to take control. He needed it, longed for someone to kneel before his feet.

One time he lost it. Threatened a human being. He almost didn't stop. Even though she was yelling Red over and over again.

Harry clenched his hands once at the memory, guilt washing over him as he closed his eyes and let a heavy breath escape his lips. It would never happen again.

"Good.. Louis has moved in. That boy keeps me occupied", Harry chuckled quietly, running his fingertips over his scruff.

"Right, why don't we talk about Louis for a bit, hm?"

A soft smile settled on Harry's lips.

He loved Louis' ass. That was for sure. But other than that, he really loved the personality of the boy. He had a kind laugh and was honest, Harry liked the soft colour of his eyes. He was nice to him. And he was so vulnerable and lost..

"Well.. ", Harry cleared his throat.

"This morning, he came to me, asking what this white sticky stuff in his pants was."

Harry's eyes flicked up towards his therapist. Dr. Phillips eyes widened.

"He had a wet dream, I'm afraid. So I explained that to him.." Harry mumbled and ran his pointer finger over his lower lip.

*flashback*

Louis' shaky hand knocked lightly against Harry's door, the first lights of the sunlight seeking their way through the curtains and filling the room up with light.

"H-hawwy?" He called quietly before he cleared his throat and blushed, "Harry?"

A sleepy groan came from the other side of the door so Louis twisted it gently open, peeking inside with big blue eyes, catching a glimpse of messy curls sprawled over the pillow.

Harry's chest was naked. The boy swallowed and trotted over to the edge of Harry's bed, whimpering softly.

"I-I don't understand?" He said shyly and looked down, chewing on his lip as he tugged on his shirt.

"What?" Harry asked groggily and blinked in confusion, looking up to see an innocent scared Louis staring down at him.

His cock twitched. And that was bad.

"Hey what's wrong.." He mumbled and slowly sat up, yawning and scratching the side of his neck.

"P-pants are sticky. I-I felt really good yesterday and white sticky came out and now it's gone and I don't understand.. What was it?"

Harry could hear the word 'daddy' lingering in the air. He closed his eyes for a second, hard, because Louis just told him that he came last night. Into his undies before Harry cleaned them.