cocktails | larry ✔️

thirteen

after a time louis hops down and sits on the floor. his ass is kinda up in the air and harry really needs to have control right now. so he gets his laptop from his office and starts to work a bit.

louis crawls around in the near of harry. always having an eye on him and checking he won't leave the kitten alone.

faster than they would have guessed dinner time rolls around and harry's servant arrives to cook. harry tells him to make something you could eat with your hands. the servant furrows his brows but prepares pasta with pesto.

"do you need anything else, mister styles?" the man asks harry.

"you are free to leave." harry smiles. wants him just to go so louis and him can eat.

he goes and with him leaving, louis crawls into the kitchen and sits under the table again.

harry takes one of the plates the servant has prepared for him and situates it in front of louis.

"i don't know if you want to eat like this or if i should feed you, but..." harry shrugs. "that's how kittys like you eat, isn't it?"

louis looks at him and smiles gratefully. he digs right in and the next thing harry sees is louis chewing on pasta, while having red dots all over his face.

"alright, i'll just sit here, yeah?" harry chuckles and sits down on his seat. sometimes looking down to see if louis is alright with the food.

really, it's okay when he messes around a bit. harry is alright with louis being dirty or the floor being a bit red and full of pasta.

he would kind of like it really...

at dinner time there is not much to talk about because harry hasn't got somebody to talk to. he just stares and waits for louis to be finished.

when louis is eventually finished he wants to crawl out of the kitchen but harry stops him. "hey, wait, little guy." harry chews the last bits of his dish and stands up. he picks louis up and sits him down on a stool. "stay, love."

harry gets a few towels and knees in front of louis, who looks confused at him.

harry wipes louis's face. the kitten has to sneeze two times and harry muses that louis might get sick.

"louis dear, can we talk? is it okay for you to be a human for a second? you can be kitty afterwards and we can cuddle and watch something."

louis's face gets red and he looks in his lap while nodding.

harry can tell that louis gets a bit nervous.

"nothing bad, i just want to talk about rules."

"rules?" louis's voice cracks. he didn't speak all day.

"yeah. about what i'm allowed to do and what not. do you want to do this here or in the living room?"

louis says "living room" very shyly and harry takes his hand, guides him in the living room. louis still wears the ears and the tail but harry is alright with that. whatever makes louis feel comfortable.

harry turns his tablet on, gets to a new note and types: kitten louis rules.

louis looks over his shoulder and cuddles into harry's side.

"so picking you up is obviously okay with you." harry mumbles. he types it into another note, which he names: things harry can do.

"yes. every kind of contact is allowed. i kinda want you to pet me and carry me around..." louis gets shy again and stops.

"don't be so quiet, love. everything you want to say, say it now."

"a-and i want rules. like what i can't do as kitty."

"that would be?"

"peeing in a toilet."

"do you want a nappy or something?" harry furrows his brow.

"no, i want a toilet for cats." louis blushes.

harry doesn't tell louis that this would require him to be naked or at least a little bit undressed.

"i can order everything. do you want a collar or something?" harry says that like it's no big deal and it's totally fine that he suggests that. as a not-dom and a not-boyfriend.

and someone who louis should see as authority.

louis squirms around.

"yes or no, louis?" harry watches him from the side.

"yes." louis says quietly.

"rule number one: answer me when your not a cat or just half of it." harry writes it down. "with words."

"okay, sir." louis whispers.

harry can literally hear louis's trousers getting tighter.

"rule number two: no bites or scratches or i will get very angry." harry really tries not to say daddy or sir or master.

it's hard.

like his cock.

"rule number three: ask for help when needed and don't whine about something you didn't ask me to help you with."

louis nods.

"you can give me kisses." louis blurts out and winces afterwards. "sorry."

harry furrows his brows. "you mean that goes on the 'what harry can do'-list?"

louis nods again.

"kisses where?"

everywhere, louis wants to say.

"cheek and hand and.. maybe shoulder..."

"alright." harry writes it down.

"you can order me to do stuff."

harry laughs. "but you are a cat, louis. cats don't do stuff for humans... or hybrids..." harry sighs.

"i don't know. that is not... i mean not only when i'm a cat..."

harry coughs. is he really going through a kinda bdsm agreement with louis?

a 19 year old boy, whom he should support?

who he basically hired to be his project?

oh damn, harry isn't good at this controlling thing...

he knows he has to clarify his relationship with louis but there is a small part of him which fears louis will say no. and there is also a part of him which doesn't know if it's even legal.

harry isn't too old for louis. only six years are between them, but louis never had a real relationship. how could harry now introduce him to the world of bdsm?

he's not a dickhead like christian grey.

maybe he'll just have to see what louis thinks about all this. just check if he's able to have a relationship like this. and when harry thinks he's ready he is going to ask him.

but not now. they only know each other for a few weeks.

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pheeeww harry. what the hell are you doing there with innocent louis? o.O

(any rules i need to mention?) (the not touching his tail comes later @ the one who had that idea. i think it's great but first louis has to touch harry's tail to have a rule.)

punishments come in the next chapter. :)

prepare for a lot of kinkiness in the next chapters lol.

a collar for louuu. what should it look like?

(did you check my ao3 account yet? my name is louisofvere.)