SMUT AS(s) FUCK

You're like a little kitten

By:Brxvery

Words: 2891

Summary:
A one shot in which Harry is feeling a bit overwhelmed with everything and Louis's got a thing for butt plugs with cat tails attached and Harry's oversized sweaters. Louis always helps Harry out, doesn't he?

Work:

Harry sat in the love seat in the hotel living room, sighing as he looked at the messages he got from Modest lately, and he couldn't help but want to punch a hole in the wall. He was sick and tired of being pushed around, especially when all he was doing is being himself for a little bit.

It never felt fair anymore.

He sighed and started scrolling through his phone aimlessly, just wanting to get his mind off the stress of everything. He figured if he could get his mind off these things, he'd be a bit better off rather than being super stressed. He really didn't want to be stressed and put on a facade to the fans- they always knew when he was a bit upset, anyway. His fingers nimbly flicked through twitter for a bit before becoming a bit bored of the spam tweets and how new twitter notifications literally came in hundreds by the second.

After logging off of twitter, he found something that would undoubtedly make him happy. His pictures. Sure, it seemed that pictures wouldn't matter too much, but when he wanted comfort, he could count on his memories that have been photographed. There were pictures of his family, some old from before he was put in the band, some recent from before tour started.Then of course, pictures of Louis.

Harry had left Louis in their room, sound asleep. Of course, Louis always relieved his stress, but he hated seeing his boyfriend so worried over his well being, so he decided not to say anything right now. He also didn't want to wake him.

So there he sat, looking at his pictures like an absolute idiot with a huge smile. There was one picture of him and Louis kissing, and he thought it was proper cute. It was really cute, Louis in his lap, their arms wrapped around each other, all closed eyed and happy. In his distracted state, he didn't notice Louis walk into the living room.

Louis had woken up thirty minutes ago, well rested, and regretfully, with morning wood. He had turned to check on Harry, but he was a bit disappointed to find that Harry wasn't there. After laying still for about ten minutes, he decided to just take care of himself a bit. He got out of bed and dug into his and Harry's bag. He stripped his boxers off, already wearing one of Harry's big sweaters. The sweater went up down mid thigh, a lilac purple color, and it was one of Louis's favorites- whether he was wearing it, or if Harry was.

He had originally thought of getting a dildo for some needed relief, but instead, he'd stumbled upon a butt plug. It was one of his newer buys, a plug with a cat tail hanging from it. It had light brown 'fur' attached, matching the color of his hair, and though there had been many different colors and patterns for it, he decided that he'd just get one that matched him particularly.

So, after finding the lube and managing to slick the plug, he had inserted it into himself, receiving a small groan of pleasure. He really rather have Harry, and that was when he had decided to get out of the room to actually go look around and see if Harry was home and willing to give in to Louis wanting to go at it.

With the butt plug in him, Louis couldn't help but squirm and shiver a bit, feeling himself stretch around the material. He felt his cock give a twitch, and that's really found the drive to look for Harry because, hell, he really needed some relief, even if it would be just a hand job, though he preferred something more than that. He had padded down the hallway and saw the living room.

And more importantly, Harry.

He smiled wide to himself, walking to Harry quietly because he could clearly see that his boyfriend was busy looking at something. Despite him being nearly achingly hard, he creeped to the back side of the love seat that Harry sat in, nearly giggling. He couldn't just get rid of all his schemes and shenanigans, now could he? He peered over the top, looking at what Harry was looking at.