A condition brought them together, but it's far from what you'd expect.
Harry Styles is a simple, seventeen year-old student - a boy exploring his sexuality with different partners, but who never knew what to be in love is.
Louis Tomlinson is a weal...
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Louis-centric
(A few hours before the party)
That afternoon was becoming the dullest he's ever had in a while. Sitting on the same plush leather chair for over three hours, Louis started wondering if he got bored of his job because all that kept knocking on his door were cases of women who couldn't orgasm or couples with mismatched sexual drives.
His mind couldn't help drifting to the most interesting case he's ever had: Harry. He had never seen anyone like him - so innocent yet so dirty. The times he had to fight himself not to call him that day were endless because, even though he'd probably never admit it, he loved spending some extra time with him. He just wish he could clear his agenda and fill it all with Harry's name. But that was wrong. So fucking wrong. He knew it; he knew it wasn't professional and he wasn't like that. But his body was just so...
Dammit Tomlinson. He's underage!
That day had turned to a constant battle with and within himself because it wasn't just his body that drove him so crazy, but his personality too. And that was even worse. Harry was a tease and he felt the need to punish him good and hard. He was innocent-looking and that made him want to corrupt him even more, teach him about his world and things that he probably had never heard of. But he felt the need to love the enchanting boy with the emerald green eyes that tantalized him in his dreams ever since he met him.
Kissing him was probably the most incorrect thing he could've done. But who could resist him? His plump, strawberry lips were begging to be kissed. His body was begging to be touched. Despite how rational he was, no one in his right mind would resist to the heavenly sin that Harry was.
In this battle of urges against reason, he was the key to the lock. He was the only one who could choose to remain his professional self or open his prison cell.
He spins on his chair, making it turn over four times. His mind was going in circles and it wouldn't stop until he took a decision. And he knew what the right thing to do was.
His hand grabs his desk, causing the chair to abruptly stop spinning, when his phone buzzes on his pocket. He cursed himself, but he cursed him too, because Harry wasn't making it any easier for him.
"It was nice to see you, Dr. Tomlinson. The tea was great, by the way. Hope your cappuccino was just as tasty. - Harry"
He felt his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he read his message. He knew exactly what he was implying.
So that's the game you want to play, Mr. Styles...?
"It was nice seeing you too. I'm glad you liked your tea. My cappuccino was delicious in fact. Very tasty and... creamy."
He licks his lower lip as he smiles to himself, aware that he would get the compliment. He wouldn't lie to himself: He didn't regret blowing him in the backseat of his car. He was thick and surprisingly long, and tasted amazing above it all.
