Whip L.S.(Bdsm)

7

As the scene was starting Harry was looking on with curious eyes as Louis watched every single reaction Harry had. He new that was something unfamiliar to him and was curious what would turn him on. He was really hoping it would be the same things as him.
Harry wasn't sure what to think, there were woman and men coming out barely dressed with leashes hooked to the collars on their necks. The person holding the leashes looked tough almost scary, also carrying whips and when one man got out of formation slightly he got smacked. Harry blinked, mouth parting in shock, wanting to ask questions but not sure what to say. Louis of course noticed he could see the lust forming in Harry's eyes and he liked it.
"It's ok love, I want to talk about it with you when it's over. I'll help you through it ok?"
"O-ok," was all he could respond with a slight nod. Louis stood up and gently coaxed Harry off of his stool to an open booth in the corner. He sat Harry down and scooted as close as he could without being inappropriate, they did just meet but Louis felt the overwhelming urge to take care of him. He tentatively set his hand on Harry's thigh just as reassurance to which Harry looked over with adoration and laid his head on Louis shoulder. They have only known each other for maybe an hour but both feel a strong connection and a trust in the other person that in this moment is indescribable.
The scenes playing out on the stage are fascinating at best, the submission and trust being shown by them just amazes Harry, just knowing that one wrong move they could be injured. All of them are tied up in what looks to be painful but intriguing positions. Harry can't understand why he is feeling himself so turned on by this but at this point he is not really understanding much. His brain feels like it's in a fog, a good fog. He loves it, he's overwhelmed and horny and feeling cared for and its only his first time seeing something like this. He is not really sure what part if any that Louis would play in his life at this point but would really like to explore things and he certainly would not mind Louis helping with that. His mind is swirling with thoughts and pleasure and curiosity and it's getting harder to focus on anything but the feeling pooling in his tummy at the moment.
Louis is watching Harry in awe the whole time, taking in every twitch of his eye, puff of breath, gasp, it was beautiful. This gorgeous princess in front of him discovering things for the first time makes him swell with pride that he got to be next to him to witness it. He new in this  moment that he wanted Harry to be his and really hoped he would feel the same way.