cocktails | larry ✔️

twelve

harry watches a movie and when it's finished he looks at the spot louis lay the last time he checked.

he still lays there. like a little ball.

harry coos and stands up. ready to take his little kitten to bed.

it's funny how cute louis is as a cat hybrid and harry just... doesn't fit in with the hybrid standards. he is no cute submissive. he doesn't giggle often or looks confused.

it's horrible how people have portrayed hybrids for years and harry is glad he can change the opinions humans have about hybrids every time he stands at a podium and talks about important stuff. hybrids aren't dumb. they aren't children caught in an adult body with animal's ears and tails.

they are normal people with a bit of extras.

harry sneaks his hand in louis's hair and pets him. "time to go to bed, my small love."

louis doesn't budge.

harry groans. "louis." he gets impatient. it was a long day for him and all he wants is to go to bed.

"alright, i'll carry you. but only today, yeah?" harry says, sounding like a loving older sibling.

he huffs. that's not what he wants to sound like. but on the other side harry can't sound and/or act like a lover towards louis.

because ha can't be.

well, what ever, harry thinks to himself, picks the tiny boy up in his arms and carries him to bed.

in the bed he strips him off his ears and tail, lays the costume right on his night stand.

harry hesitates about undressing louis.

but he can't let him sleep in all this stuff. it's a warm night.

so he just goes for louis's leggings, pulls them down slowly and...

oh.

yeah, uhm... harry coughs awkwardly. that is definitely a boner and this on the front is without doubt cum.

he shakes his head to get the dirty ideas off his mind and tucks louis in.

harry leaves the room with shaky breathes, a semi and a mission.

he will keep louis a secret. cat louis is a secret and that maybe something is going to happen, stays a secret.

no one can know but harry can't resist.

he needs to care for louis.

and he will.

> ' . ' <

the next day starts with cat louis crawling into the kitchen and harry cooking eggs for himself and his new kitten.

"everything okay?" harry quirks a brow and eyes louis cautiously. does he say anything to harry? about the undressing or the boner?

but all louis does is sit under the table and watch harry.

so harry lets the eggs slide on toast and he prepares two plates, even though he exactly knows how it is going to work today.

again all over.

"on my lap or should i cut you everything in pieces so you can eat it down there?"

louis stands up without words and cuddles himself against harry's chest. "feed me." he whispers and harry swears he sees a blush.

"okay, small cat. you gotta be good for me, yeah?"

harry can't change. he is a dominant after all.

louis nods.

"not so much kitten today, eh?"

"a bitty bit." louis mumbles childishly. "kitty time will come soon, i can feel it." he rubs his little eyes with a small fist and yawns.

"okay. when you are my kitty, you don't speak so i ask you now: is it okay for you if i... when your a cat... is it okay when i'm strict with you?"

louis lights up. "yes, please."

please?

please? harry's heart is gonna stop some day, just because louis is a perfect submissive he is never going to have the honor of caring for.

harry feeds louis then. the small boy gets a little bit jittery on harry's lap after a while and suddenly he hops down and sits on the floor.

there it is again: the boner.

harry doesn't know why louis gets hard every time he is a kitten, but harry is totally okay with it.

there's a lot of sexual frustration right now but he'll just wank it off.

it's saturday. that means harry has a whole day with louis. he is going to work a bit in the afternoon but he will do it downstairs, where he can watch louis.

louis cuddles with harry's leg and shortly harry thinks about picking him up and carrying him to the couch but then again he doesn't know if that's what louis wants when he is a cat.

"louis dear, can i pick you up?" harry mumbles and hopes louis won't hear him so the embarrassment won't be too big.

but the kitten hears him and he looks up to nod with a grateful smile.

it seems like all louis wants when he is a cat is to be around harry and be near harry. be cared for by harry.

harry thinks it will be best to use the sunday to get louis out of that cat headspace and clarify a bit about the time together. what is okay and what is not.

like in a bdsm relationship, harry thinks to himself and feels guilty. but it's the only thing that will make it easier for both.

how else is harry supposed to know what he is allowed to do?

harry picks louis up and carries him to the couch. louis bites harry in the shoulder and harry tells him not to do it again or there won't be sweets for two days.

louis whines and cuddles up again next to harry.

harry notices louis's hand hovering over his crotch area. he notices the look louis has plastered on his face.

harry would call it a poker face if it wasn't so bad and it would be clear to see louis is in pain and turned on a little bit to much.

maybe louis would like a collar, harry muses and turns on his tablet to check his mails.

while louis sits and stares.

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ruuuuuules!!!!

do you have ideas for rules? o.O

what's up with louis in his headspace? you have ideas?

please check out my new story "mad alice" it's cute horror. (if that's even a thing, lol.) aand of course it's larry. :3

but yeah, keep being awesome, bye. xx