Little Man

"Oh baby, you've got the most wonderful mouth. So well for me."

Louis preened at each and every word, his mouth full of his lover. It was their month-iversary, their twentieth month. He loved Zayn more than anything in the world, and he was beyond excited to start a family with him. That was the plan, and he was thrilled.

His lips were currently wrapped around his fiance's cock, tongue drawing over the throbbing sex. Lou's hair was being gripped and tugged on, causing his own member to be hard and heavy against his abdomen. He knew it'd be taken care of; Zayn usually cared for him.

"C'mon, 'm so close." he heard his lover pant out, giving little snaps of his hips. Louis coughed around him, unable to take all of him in. His jaw ached and stretched, his spit covering the man. With a delicate hand, he grasped onto the base of Zayn's length, his head giving little bobs.

Before he knew it, his lover was emptying his finish in Louis's mouth. His eyes watered, swallowing as much as he could. He tugged away, the wet noise his mouth popping off him made going straight to his dick.

"Oh Zayn, I love you," he gushed out at the handsome man.

He couldn't help but be somewhat romantic when he was with the man, tracing circles into his thighs as he remained on his knees. He watched the man sitting on the couch, never knowing he could love someone so terribly.

He knew he was a lucky boy to have him. He and Zayn met nearly two years ago at a charity banquet. Louis was serving food at it, all part of his catering job. He immediately became transfixed with the handsome entrepreneur who spoke. Afterwards, he served food at the man's table. Zayn was charming and Louis was a shameless coquet. They hit it off splendidly. Over the past twenty months, it was constant sex, exotic vacations, and wedding planning. Sure, they had the occasional break up because of a few mistakes made, but they were whipped for each other.

Zayn glanced down at his wrecked fiancé, giving him a tight smile through heavy pants. "Love you too." he said shortly. Louis was so infatuated, he didn't even remember that's what Zayn said when he was aloof.

"Going to finish me? I've been thinking about your mouth, especially your beard, placed-" he was cut off by the sound of their home phone going off. Well, technically it was Zayn's business phone that was in the office.

"I'll be right back," the man said, dark eyes expressionless as he hauled himself from the couch. He yanked his boxers up, walking down the hall.

Louis frowned gently and glanced down at the bulge in his boxers. He figured he may as well fix it himself. He knew Zayn had filthy pictures on his phone for Louis to fantasize over. Eagerly, the twenty-three year old searched for his fiancé's phone.

It was oddly placed between the couch cushions, Louis reaching for it. Zayn loved when Louis would be stroking himself; it gave an excuse to punish the boy for letting his pleasure derive from somebody other than Zayn.

He swiped his thumb to the right, dialing in the usual password: lovehim44

It was wrong. He furrowed his eyebrows, deciding to place his thumb on the home button instead. His fingerprint no longer worked. He frowned, typing in a few random things, hoping he wouldn't get locked out. He glanced down the hall, wondering what was taking Zayn so long.

Finally, he decided to pad down the hall and demand that Zayn tell him his password. The man knew everything about Louis, and he had full access over all Louis's things!

He sauntered down the hall, ready to give a piece of his mind when he heard his Zayn on the phone.

"That's right, you're my sweet and beautiful boy. My cherry pie, that's right." he chuckled deeply into the phone, and Louis could practically hear the grin on his face. His whole face began to heat up; he could feel it go red with embarrassment.