Sugar Daddy [Larry Stylinson]

The two walked through the small shopping center, a soft wind blowing on them but the sun shining. Many exclusive shops were around as people in fancy clothes and expensive shoes clicked on the pavement. Automatic doors opened, the rustling of bags with designer names, and chattering were all you could hear. And the occasional clicking of photographers high tech cameras.

Occasionally a celebrity would walk through the shopping center, but never noticed. That is, if you're not Louis Tomlinson. Britain's most well-known bachelor. The twenty-two year old came from a large family with loads of money. He's known for his "sugar daddy" ways. Paying for young stranger's wants, always in exchange for a little special payment to himself. Most involving clothes shed and skin on skin.

His newest victim was Harry Styles, a barely legal college student. He was tall and fit, very different from Louis' usual victims to his sugar daddy ways. Styles wasn't all too familiar with this 'Louis Tomlinson' lad. He bumped into him at the gym and the two clicked. Louis asked for Harry's number, the latter agreed and for a few weeks they talked.

Louis wasn't as into his "baby's" as he was with Harry. He was special. The way his eyes shown when Louis would run his hands over his pale skin emitting goosebumps, when his lips would stretch red and thin over his cock, his hair so soft as he ran his fingers through it, how his eyes would water and fill with pleasure as he let Louis fuck into the wet mouth. Louis was hooked, and by now Harry was all too familiar with the flashing lights and questions asked to him. Which was very odd, as all Louis' babies would love it yet still get shocked when they came close to them, where Harry hated it but soon learned to ignore it.

Louis helped his Harry through the flashing lights into one of his favorite stores. Harry sighed and walked in, the store owner blocking the entrance. "I'm sorry, baby," Louis spoke lowly as he pressed a soft kiss to the younger's neck.

Harry sighed and tilted his head, letting Louis run his wet tongue over his neck. "It's okay, daddy." He murmured. His eyes were closed and his lips slightly parted. He licked them quickly and let out a small keen, earning a smirk from Louis.

"Love your noises, baby." He praised Harry, making him blush and step away slightly. If anyone else did that to Louis, they would get a glare and maybe a slap. But with Harry he allowed it, let him stop him if he wanted.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Tomlinson." The store owner spoke in a shaky voice, Louis nodded and handed the owner a few pounds for letting him have to whole store to him and his baby.

Harry stood their awkwardly,waiting for Louis. The older pecked the younger's lips and told him to pick out what he wanted. Harry nodded and looked around the small sorts store, Harry was a massive football fan as was Louis. His eyes landed on a rare David Beckham jersey, his first, signed.

Louis saw how Harry's eyes glimmered when he spotted the framed treasure. He walked over to the store owner and handed him a wad of cash. "Twenty-thousand right there for that Beckham jersey." He spoke.

The manager shook his head. "Sorry, that's not for sale. No matter the price."

Louis huffed and took out his check book. "Name a price and it's yours, the jersey is mine."

"Two million pounds," the store owner crossed his arms. Much to his surprise, Louis scribbled the numbers down on the check and handed the slit of paper to him with a smirk. "I'll get it down for you!" He took the paper and stuffed it in his pocket.

Ten minutes later, Harry was hugging Louis, repeating "thank you" over and over. Louis laughed and whispered in Harry's ear. "You can thank me later with that pretty little ass of yours." Harry blushed, his face crimson as he nodded and stepped back. Louis chuckled, "C'mon, baby. Let's go back to my place."

Once the two got to the bachelors house, or mansion as Harry calls it, they dropped their bags and Louis had Harry against the wall. "I think it's time for my thank you, baby." He growled lowly in his throat, his eyes staring into Harry's sparkling eyes.

Harry licked his lips and let out a shaky breath. "Y-yeah. Okay, daddy."