Strawberry Milk L.S.

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“Louis, these are expensive.” Harry is biting at his lip, looking around at all the toys in the dark shop.

“Just find one you like, alright?” Louis runs his fingers down Harry's back, feeling the boy shiver beneath him, “I literally put all my extra refund money into savings. I’m not struggling to live.”

Harry sighs, squinting at Louis to see if he can tell if he is lying. He sighs again, but nods nonetheless. He looks away, slowly shuffling around and gazing over all the different shaped butt-plugs and anal beads, cringing at some of the sizes of the dildos. There’s a wall of different bondage looking things. Lots of latex. Harry looks back to Louis.

“C’mon Haz, you know you want this.” Louis holds up a 12 inch dildo with little bumps, and oh, what’d’ya know, it vibrates. The box reads: prostate tickler, and Harry’s eyes widen, his cheeks turn flaming red, making Louis burst out in laughter as he sets it back down. “We’ll have to work up to that one,” Louis teases, “but for now, what do’ya think will get the job done?”

Harry rolls his eyes at Louis’ comment, running his fingers over the ridges of an average sized, red coloured dildo.

Louis sighs, glancing around the shop, until his eyes cross over and then settle on a decent-sized dildo, pink in colour with sparkles, too. Yup, Louis thinks, it’ll do.

He quickly grabs Harry's hand, lacing their fingers and dragging him to the shelf with Harry stumbling and looking at him confused, and also down to their fingers.

“That one, Harry. That’s you.” Louis grins, especially when Harry doesn’t let go of his hand.

Harry picks it up with his free hand. His cheeks are just barely brighter than the pink of the toy and Louis can tell he is biting back a smile.

“It’s pretty,” Harry murmurs, glancing up.

“Do you want it?”

Harry blushes, looking up to see the price and immediately frowning. “Lou, it’s way too much I couldn't le-”

“Hush.” Louis says, taking the dildo from Harry and turning to pay for it. He is still holding Harry’s hand and he drags him to the front with him. He thinks his hand fits pretty well tucked into Harry’s.

“Louis, you really don't have t-”

“Harry, c’mon,” Louis says sternly “I.wanna.do.this.for.you.” He enunciates each word by tapping the damn thing against Harry’s nose.

“Stop it,” Harry drags out, whining and slapping the dildo from his face.

Louis smirks, tapping Harry’s nose once more with it.

He thinks this is love.

“You better use this, Harold.” Louis says teasingly after making purchase, handing the black bag over to the eye rolling Harry. They aren’t holding hands anymore, but they don’t frown.

They’re walking through the mall, Louis rolling his eyes every time Harry squeaks out another, ‘thank you, Lou,’ and he tries to pretend like it isn't as cute as it is, but yeah it is. It’s not until he sees the ‘50% off everything’ sign that he stops, Harry slowly stopping just a bit ahead of him.

It’s a lingerie shop, a lovely, little lingerie shop, and it’s also Zayn and Liam's anniversary of half a year and that's why Harry and him are in town anyway, looking for them a gift because apparently half a year is a big deal.

Anyway, he thinks lingerie is perfect because he honestly doesn't know what to get them: chocolates, flowers, lube (definitely not lube because he's tired of them fucking on every piece of furniture they own). So he thinks this is perfect, because it’s kinky, but not the type of kinky they’d actually be into. So really, it's a waste of money, but a good waste. All Louis knows is the sign is big and pink and inviting, and everything is 50% off.