cocktails | larry ✔️

four

harry and louis have their first dinner together and much to talk about.

sometimes harry seems a little bit cold but louis thinks it's just because harry isn't used talking to people like that.

on a friendly basis not a work basis.

after dinner louis yawns and harry is so caught up that he first forgets to ask louis an important question. but when louis wants to leave the room after tiding up together with his "sponsor", harry coughs.

"louis?"

louis turns around.

"beacause of school and so on... how long where you educated exactly?"

louis gets nervous and rolls the fabric of the large t-shirt in his hands. then: "six years."

"six? oh." harry raises his eyebrows.

"it's not much, i know..." louis trails off awkwardly.

"it's alright. i think we'll be getting a private teacher for you first and when you are ready you will join the kids your age."

kids... louis scrunches up his nose. he is not a kid. he's grown up.

a little bit.

sometimes he cries at night, because much time to be a kid was never one of the things he had.

and yeah, sometimes he needs more approval than other people do.

but all in all he is grown up.

"good night, louis." harry smiles.

"good night, sir."

and harry really likes that "sir" coming out of louis's pretty mouth...

> ^_^ <

the night is nothing diffrent to the others. at least not for harry.

for louis it is in fact diffrent.

no loud noises. he is warm, he feels safe and fresh.

louis loves being washed and smelling nice.

he believes this is raspberry shampoo harry gave him.

a bit girly.

but it seems like harry could tell louis loves things like that.

soft things, small things, fluffy things, good smelling things...

louis's head is near to exploding.

does everyone not just love all these stuff? he's not speacial, right?

or is this a thing he has in common with harry?

louis throws himself from one side to the other. his bed is so big and he feels so small.

and this is so fluffy. he feels safe and... harry.

louis has to think of harry. the strong cat hybrid. the dominant harry styles, owner of a big company.

who is now supporting louis and letting him live with him.

louis whimpers. harry is so handsome.

so... strong. he could really just throw louis against a wall and fuck him.

another small whimper.

louis knows he is getting harder.

it's long ago that he touched himself.

louis rolls over on his tummy. the pudge he had once is gone. he doesn't really miss it, but...

louis rubs himself through his boxers. then he tugs them down. his dick is meeting the soft surface of the mattress.

louis slipps his fingers into his mouth and sucks on them. harry, harry, harry. all harry in his head.

he seems to have a big cock.

and his tail.

louis can't believe himself but he really fantasizes over mister styles's tail.

touching him.

louis's cat obsession just got more intimate than he thought.

one digit glides over his crack. his cock in one hand and the other hand pulling his cheeks apart.

fingering is so nice. he just needs something bigger than his fingers...

louis whimpers when the finger pushes in his little hole, his face is in his pillow.

he is sweating already.

"oh god." he shudders and fucks himself with one finger.

then another follows and he bends his legs to be in a kneeing position under the duvet.

"so full." he whispers. "so so full."

he presses his eyes together, rubs his cock with one hand and comes on the sheets with a cry of "harry!"

he lays there, sweating and finished. and then the thought drains on him: his sheets.

his goddamn sheets.

and his whimpering.

louis was always loud.

and he is horny when content. when he has not to worry about food or where to sleep he gets horny, because he feels safe.

apparently he feels very safe.

and dried cum is no nice feeling on a mattress.

louis slips out of his bed and runs to the bathroom. he gets wet towels to clean it a bit.

but there is a strain left.

maybe he can turn the cover? but the person who will wash it will see. and who even knows if it's gone then? louis doesn't know. he never had the luxery of wanking on a clean mattress in a clean bed, alone in a room.

all by himself.

also: did harry hear him?

****

another one yeah

what do you say?

bad written smut, haha... *gets back in the closet, meets louis and harry*

any presumptions on kinks? o.O

p.s: so the story's name is "cocktails" anyone knows why? ;)