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

Chapter Four

When you're family is watching the Republican debate and making homophobic comments while I sit in the corner writing Larry fanfics...

Dont do that.

No.

Don't push away.

I love you.

I'm sorry.

He expected so many things to happen when he pulled the tiny kitten boy close, but this was not one of them. He expected pushing, screaming, yelling. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised with hissing and scratching because, Goddamn it, he deserved it. He doesn't deserve this.

His tiny husband doesn't push away. Or yell. Or scream. Or push. He completely melts. His body turns to putty, literally falling against the older man, molding himself to his tall body. His small fists are bundled up on his chest, his neck extending to keep their lips connected with his small height.

Harry moves his large hand behind his head, cupping the nape of his neck to kiss him deeply, holding him impossibly close, well, as close as they can go. He wraps his free arm around the boys curvy waist, humming contently.

Harry feel a tiny nudge to his lower abdomen, his lips parting wide as he pulls away, eyes wide. Louis let out a tiny squeak a the nudge, moving his hand to his belly and rubbing lightly. He blushes and gazes up at Harry through his eyelashes.

"They like their daddy. Never been this wiggly," he says softly, smiling.

Harry's face brightens, his palms twitching by his sides. Can he touch? Or is that too far? Louis probably still hates his guts. Should he stop this and kiss him? Or just stay quiet?

Louis giggles and grabs his hand. "You're so hesitant, Daddy," he giggles, taking his hand and placing it on his belly. He moves his hand slowly to his lower abdomen and stops, covering, not completely, obviously, the olders man. He smiles. "It was right here."

Harry waits quietly, watching, gauging  his reaction. Louis beams when someone nudges against his hand a few times, kicking the crap out of his father. Louis giggles and rubs Harry's wrist with his thumb.

"Really? Didn't that hurt?" Harry asks curiously.

Louis smiles. "You should know. I've already been through this twice. I'm used to it."

"But..." Harry moves his hand an inch lower, pressing lightly to see if they'll kick again.

Louis winces, barely, and gently, trying his best to be nonchalant about it, moves his hand up back where it was with a small smile.

Harry frowns. Even though the small boys movements were barely noticeable, Harry took note, of course, of all his actions. He huffs and kneels down, his eyes widening when he sees that his husband is wearing black and white Aztec patterned leggings and a large white T-shirt that recognizes as his own. He captures his bottom lip between his teeth and raises the shirt. He doesn't believe Louis one bit.

Louis squeals softly, placing his hands on Harry's shoulders to keep him steady. Harry raises the shirt over his big bump, setting the hem of it on top. His plump lips part in shock as green eyes rake over the many bruises littering his lover's abdomen. Some yellow and fading, others fresh and blue. Louis has his face screwed up in shame, his eyes closed.

"Oh, darling," Harry breathes. His lips part, leaning forward just the tiniest bit to land a kiss right to one of the fading, yellow bruises. Louis whines and pushes him away, stepping back. He wipes his swollen, red mouth and bites his bottom lip. His eyes flicker down to his feet for a moment before speaking in the smallest voice Harry has ever heard.