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

Chapter Seventeen

"Niall's sick!" Louis announces as he rushes into the bedroom late Wednesday night. Harry glances up at his jittery Sub, eyes widened to meet the size of the young boys.

Harry tilts his head to the side before continuing his assault on the keyboard, typing out an email to one of his clients wondering about their court date. "And this means..."

Louis sighs (a bit overdramatic, but Harry knows that's just the way he is) and falls onto the bed, draping his thin arm across his stomach. "So...they can't watch the kids on Friday so we can't go on our date."

Harry, this time, averts his full attention to the Sub, sending off the email into the e-world and closing the lid of his laptop. "Well, isn't that a shame," he sing-songs, gripping Louis' hands and pulling him into his side. "I guess that means the pact about 'no sex until the date' break. I guess we'll just have to chrissen that here and now."

Louis shakes his head, pushing gently against his Dominant's side. "Nope. 'No sex until the date' pact is still intact because we haven't gone on the date yet. Therefore, it's still there and you need to keep your hands off my ass." To emphasize his point, he smacks (lightly of course, he doesn't need a spanking this late in the night) his older husband's hand away from it's firm position settled on his backside.

Said man sighs, pulling away and closing his eyes for a beat longer than a blink. "Lou, you should really be on your knees right now."

"But I'm not," Louis points out smartly, crossing his legs under him. Harry glares at him for a moment before smacking his bare thigh, the large Green Bay Packers jersey (Harry's obviously) having rode up his thigh just the tiniest bit.

Right then, the baby monitor lets out a wail, shaking ever-so-slightly on the night stand. Harry watches as Louis sighs, grumbling about how he 'just fed them and they shouldn't be up until earlier the next morning'. Harry glares at his small boy, telling him gruffy that the next time he arrives in the bedroom, he should be naked.

Louis squeaks when his ass is grabbed while he tries to gracefully slide off the bed, which ends as him falling the teeniest bit and stumbling with the force of the blow (which wasn't really all that forceful, but he wasn't expecting it, so he stumbled and he will not hesitate to go against anyone who says otherwise).

He makes sure to sway his hips, maybe a bit too provacotively, as he leaves the room, turning back just in time to wink at his Dominant before scampering from the room and into the room next door, cooing at his little daughter, who's upset for whatever reason it may be. Her wailing has woken up Caspian, who just glares at her through his piercing green eyes with the tip of his sand paper tongue poking out between his heart shaped lips. Louis scoops up the girl before she can wake her other brother, cuddling her close to his chest. Caspian watches, his eyes widening when he spots his mother, knowing the girl will shut her face now and he closes his eyes to go bck to the world of sleep.

Irelyn immediately quiets down, reaching up to fiddle with Louis' long bangs, which reminds him that he really needs a hair-cut, but he secretly really doesn't want one. He huffs. "You just want attention, don't you? You're all lonely and your brother won't pay you any attention, right?"

She stares at him blankly.

"What do you want to do, darling? Watch telly?"

Nothing.

Louis sighs, deciding to just sit in the rocking chair and talk to her softly. An hour later, Irelyn had fallen asleep in his arms and Louis can only hope that Harry has fallen asleep, though he knows he really doesn't. He removes the large article of clothing, that falls down half way down his thighs, and strips from his orange panties, after laying Irelyn down, of course.

---just put on fake nails, bare with me---

His tiny feet pad down the  hall until theres no hall left and he sighs, turning on his heel and gently opening the door so just in case if Harry is asleep, he wont wake him up and make him even angrier. But no such luck, for the Dominant is laying on the bed, shirtless, with his legs stretched out and arms crossed behind his head, stretching the gorgeous scripture written across his rib cage, his curls flowing thickly over his shoulder.

Louis gulps.

Harry smirks, patting his lap. "Lay across Daddy's lap, kitten." Louis pads over, dropping his clothes on the edge of the bed before leaning over Harry's muscular thighs to bury his face in the pillow. "Why am I spanking you?" Harry wonders, kneading the soft flesh of his husband's bum.

"I was smart with you," Louis sulks.

"And..." Harry prompts. Louis pauses, unsure. "You denied me of sex with you, kitten. Is that respectful of your Dominant?" 

Louis shakes his head, mewling out, "No, Daddy."

"So what did you do wrong?"

"I denied you of what is yours," Louis sniffs out.

"How many spanks do you think you deserve?"

Louis ponders this thought. 15 for each sounds well. "30."

"Alright then. 50 it is," Harry says smugly.

Louis gasps before Harry starts, digging right into Louis' sit spots and ass. He makes sure to have Louis withering and keening into the mattress, feeling the boys hard prick digging into his thigh at only fifteen spanks. Harry watches, fascinated, as Louis' bum gently turns from a pale white, to a salmon pink, all the way to a fiery red at 40. The tiniest moans and whimpers push him further and further until fifty, the hardest spank he could possibly do, which has Louis crying out into the blankets, sobbing in the slightest.

Harry pulls him up, cradling him and kissing his tears away. Louis nuzzles into his neck, wrapping his arms around the Dom, holding his hair tightly and crying into his neck. Harry pats his back. 

"Let me go get the cream, darling. You did so good," Harry coos.

Louis cries out, holding the man impossibly close. "No, Daddy, no. Please. Don't leave me. Please," he whimpers, babbling and crying into his neck.

He falls asleep like that twenty minute later, allowing Harry to peel the boy off of him to grab the cream. He massages it into the kittens already bruising ass and covers him, holding him close and falling right asleep.