Satyriasis {boyxboy} - FINISHED -

♡ Chapter 12 - Dangerous

A/n: Great news (I hope): It's confirmed. There IS going to be a sequel to this story!! And I already have the name for the #2 and - probably - last book, and I think you're going to love it. xx

P.S: I think in the future I'm only going to put the chapter number and not the name... what do you think?

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Song: Ariana Grande ft. Future - Everyday ; Halsey - I Walk The Line

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This time it's Louis who crashes lips with his, hands on both sides of his face as if he was afraid he was going to leave. Harry had never felt so loved and understood in his life, or even safe. It sounded absurd, given that Louis was only an acquaintance, but the way he held him so close felt like he would protect him from anything, shield him from the cruel world.

"I want you to come untouched." He whispers and his voice was flimsly raspy, filling the silence in the room.

Again?

Louis goes back to his standing position and leans down to open his bottom drawer. Harry wasn't handling having to wait to so long. Louis was like a master of anticipation, delaying and delaying his gratification, and that to him was torture, although he knew it'd make it all even better. When he's in his sight again, Harry sees a bottle of lube between his fingers.

"You keep lube in your office desk?" He says, trying not to sound too offended before Louis explained himself.

"Yes. Well, patients need it sometimes." Louis tells him, carefree and casually opening the bottle as if he hadn't just implied he was a slut. Harry gapes at him, propping himself on his elbows so that he could look at his face.

"Patients like me?" He says in mockery, hinting at how offended he felt. Louis raises his eyes at him.

"No, silly. You've got it all wrong." He ripples his forehead, blue eyes wide in worry. "Sometimes people don't know how beneficial lube can be, that's why they feel pain or discomfort during intercourse. Some women don't get wet enough for example, that's why I always keep an extra bottle in my drawer to give it to them."

Oh.

When Harry looks down he sees his fingers already coated with the viscid liquid.

"You honestly thought I fuck all of my patients?" Louis asks suddenly, raising an attacking brow. But he didn't look offended.

"Well, you fucked me." Harry fights back, but it's only a matter of seconds until he realizes what he just said was pathetic. You were the one who didn't want to be fucked! He reminds himself.

"No, I haven't." He says, his face becoming dangerously serious. "Yet." Louis grips his thighs and holds his legs up on his shoulders with a strong jerk of his arms that made the thick veins strain out. Whoa! The wild, fierce way Louis handled him to his desired position with such ease yet so erotically had him feel like a prey under a hungry lion's claws. And he could hardly wait for Louis to devour him.

"I'm trusting you to be quiet." Louis warns, watching his chest raise up and down. "If you don't, you know what will happen."

Harry nods and that's the last thing he can do before Louis is sliding a finger inside him.

"Louis!" Harry protests, his untamable voice coming out maybe a bit too loud. But he wasn't complaining at all. Not when Louis' deft finger deliciously curved inside of him.