The Difference Between Light And Dark {Larry}•{BDSM}•{Hybrid}•{MPreg}

Chapter Three

This is a congratulatory chapter for da boys tonight!! They always make me, along with everyone else, I'm sure, so proud and so glad and grateful to be in this fandom. They are always there when we feel low, even on the break. They deserve this more than anything for all they've done for us. (Any bashing of the break or shit like that on comments of this or any other of my books, will be reported and blocked. Sorry not sorry). They have done so much for us, pick us up when we are down, make us feel confident and beautiful, and so much more, the very least we can do is give them this. They won the Best British Artist Video today and I can not be more proud. Lilo smiled and laughed and messed around like old times, like they were trying to tell us that nothing has changed, even though quite a lot has. I love seeing how healthy and well-rested they looked tonight, and hopefully for the rest of their lives. Louis looks more like hisself and Liam looks amazing as always, not that Louis doesnt always look amazing because he does all the fucking time. I can even begin to tell you what I felt the moment I heard their names being called to present Best Female Artist. It was like every bone in my body became weak and my chest tightened and I couldn't even talk. I had to pause the livestream to cry so I wouldn't miss anything. I cried so hard then and I cried so hard when they won. I was scared. I truly was because every single one of those videoes were amazing, but I get like that every time before they get an award. I built up so much tension that when they did win, I cried so hard. Then that hug where Liam basically attacked Louis and it was so tight and so full of emotion. The way that Louis smiled was so real and so gorgeous, the sides of his eyes crinkled and his teeth parted and his eyes twinkled. He just looked so healthy and happy and natural and I had never been happier. He just looked so happy and so amazing. I was scared a few weeks ago for him. I really was. He was so tiny and skinny and pale and he looked so weak and I was frightened for him. With every fiber of my being, I was frightened for him. I cant even express how relieved and glad I was when I saw him today. He looked so happy and smiley and healthy. He was glowing. It was such a breath of fresh air, I cant even tell you. I have to stop now or I'll start crying again. So this chapter is to congratulate the boys, even though it's not happy what-so-ever, I couldn't really just add a random happy chapter in the middle of all this sad shit, so here y'all go. A bit of smut for ya though 'cause I felt like it. ;) . CONGRATULATIONS ONE DIRECTION!!!!!

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Warmth floods his body, dragging slowly from his shoulders. His large hands slip down my body, pressing the small boy under him against the soft sheets. His hands encase the boys curves, the boy arching up into his body, moulding his body perfectly to the man above him. Long fingers pinch his skin, thumbs pressing lightly into his navel, skidding down just to tease, gently skirting his prick, touching so lightly that the boy has to overthink whether he was actually touched or not. Index fingers press into the annex of his legs, large hands running down his freshly shaven legs only to come back up again.

"I love how ready you always are for me. Always. Never know when this'll happen, do you, baby?" A voice rasps in his ear, hot breath fanning over his upper neck. He lets out a squeak, his blue eyes fluttering closed. A growl emits from the man behind him, a hand slapping down on his ass. A short pant leaves his mouth, his neck falling and head falling back on the mans broad shoulder. The hand on his ass squeezes, gripping a chunk of his plush flesh as he snarls into his ear, "This is mine, darling. No one elses. Mine." A small whimper escapes his lips, his knees buckling. The mans hand wraps around his waist, all the way around before teasing his hole from the other side. The small boys eyes widen. The man can wrap his muscular arm around his waist. He isn't pregnant anymore. Even though this has been Hell for him, he already misses the life inside of him. The man behind him shushes his mind, his white teeth gripping the pixie-like boys earlobe. His first digit rims his hole before barely pushing in, one digit and back out. The kitten squeaks, his eyes fluttering shut.