Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1017849?view_adult=true
Prompt: Where Louis and Harry don't know each other but they both have to go to a sex kink therapy group. Harry has a problem where he's obsessed with sticking random household products inside of people during sex because he gets off on it and Louis has a problem where he's overly submissive. At the end of the group meeting, Harry convinces Louis to come home with him. They forget everything they learned and their kinks come out. Sub!Louis & Dark!Harry
Work Text:
"Whatever your sexual orientation or gender identity, there are many ways to express healthy adult sexuality. Over the next hour, we are going to discuss safe ways to express yourself to your partner in the bedroom." Dr. Strovenaugh announced, sitting at the head of the circle made up of shit plastic chairs with some kind of handbook braced in his lap. His voice was slightly mechanical, making it obvious that his words were memorized and impersonal. He sat up straighter, brushing a finger under his nose as though to comb his salt and pepper mustache. "Many of you are tentatively starting to explore some of your kinky fantasies, many of you have explored those fantasies and have perhaps gone a bit too far. Kinky and BDSM fantasies and behaviors take many forms, but they are perfectly natural so long as your partner's preferences are taken in to consideration."
A low rumble went through the room, ten bodies in a loose knit group around the therapist shifting slightly uncomfortable in their seats or outright groaning at the man's words. Harry just eyed the man with boredom, wishing for the hour to pass quickly so he could leave and return to his life. He wondered if there was anything good on tv. He wondered if there was anything good on the tv at the pub he often frequented, wondered who was watching it and wondered who he could have pulled for the night if not for this shit group therapy session.
"For some people, kinky sex may be as simple as having a slight leather fetish— being turned on a bit by the presence of leather. For others kinky sex may involve a core sexual identity and complex lifestyle. As you know, I am Dr. Strovenaugh. That is Strove-N-Awe. I am a poly-friendly therapist and I am going to use this hour to teach you methods to overcome some of your less healthy kinks. Let's go around the circle and introduce ourselves. First names only, please, then your age and why you are here."
Harry listened absentmindedly to the many kinks that these people shared. Sharon liked breath play, Damien liked public humiliation— not of himself but his partner, making it obvious why he'd been forced to show up— Kasey liked breast whipping and breast bondage, and Samuel liked knife play.
"I'm Harry," Harry said, voice deep and slow as it always was. He felt all eyes turn to him and fought the urge to roll his own. He hadn't wanted to show up at all, but an ex-girlfriend and longtime family friend had threatened to tell his mum of his sex life if he didn't get 'help.' It wasn't exactly a conversation he felt up to having with Anne over tea. "I'm twenty-one and my kink is that I like to put household objects in to the person I'm fucking."
"Language please, Harry," Dr. Strovenaugh reprimanded lightly, probably knowing as well as any of the participants that curses weren't the most inappropriate words to use when they were all discussing their kinks.
Joshua liked sleep deprivation, Michael liked voyeurism, Lana liked watersports, and Aisha liked forced weight loss.
Harry wasn't particularly interested in any of what they had to say. Their words were monotone to his ears, their faces plain and fading to grey in Harry's apathetic eyes.
"I'm Louis," A slightly high pitched voice chimed in, not meeting anyone's eyes as he looked down at his lap with his fingers fluttering nervously. He cleared his throat, finally lifting his head to show cheeks filled with a pink blush and the bluest eyes Harry had ever seen hiding behind black, thick rimmed glasses. They met his own for a moment before quickly diverting away and Harry felt his lips twitching in to a self-satisfied smirk. "I, um, I'm twenty-three and I'm too submissive in bed. Like, overly submissive I guess."
