Poor Boy - Complete | L.S

Chapter Fourteen

"Umm Harry. I had so much fun tonight. I hate to ask this of you... but um. Can you maybe pay for the entire meal and I will pay you back... like pay back a portion of my half each week... I just, I don't really have enough money at the moment. I'm sorry, don't hate me."

Louis fiddled with his fingers underneath the table cloth as he rambled. Worried the curly haired man would walk out. He nervously watched as Harry tilted his head, frown forming on his ever so perfect forehead.

"Louis. If you think I would even let you pay a cent, then you obviously don't know me very well. Baby, with me you will never pay for the meal." Harry smiled as he took Louis' hand across the table, thumb rubbing over his soft skin.

"Harry.... I-I don't want you to be the only one who pays." Louis mumbles, he was in awe of how successful Harry was. He couldn't even afford to think of how much his annual paycheck was. Hell, his Christmas bonus was probably more than Louis' house.

Again, Louis' house was rather run down; probably not worth much. But to him, it was home.

"No arguing Lou."

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"I had a really nice time tonight. Thank you for the meal...." Louis smiles softly as Harry pulls into his driveway. Expensive four-wheel drive - some high end Jeep, Louis blushed as Harry leant across the intercom, pressing a chaste kiss to his flushed cheek.

"Stay inside." Harry winks as he steps out of his high set car. Louis naturally does as Harry asked, more like demanded - his dominant side showing, and Louis' submissive side showing.

Louis giggles as the curly haired man opens the passenger door for Louis with a funny face plastered on his features.

"Here let me help you down." Harry offers as his hands grab at Louis' waist in preparation to lift him down from the tall car.

"Haz. I think I can get down myself." Louis giggles, slapping the man's hands away. Harry rolls his eyes, returning his hands to Louis' waist as he lifts the boy out of the car without his permission.

"Sweetheart, you basically had to climb into the car when I picked you up. You say you're 5'9, be we all know that is a lie."

Louis blushed as he looked up at the curly haired man, he would say they were standing chest to chest. But it was more like face to chest.

"Louis," Harry whispered, after admiring the caramel haired boy for a few seconds.

"Yes," Louis spoke equally as quiet.

"Can I kiss you?" The shorter of the two smiled up at Harry; this is the day he has dreamt of. With a nod, his dreams were coming true.

Harry's plump lips made their way against Louis' thinner ones. The two moved in sync - Louis copied Harry's actions, he had never kissed someone before. It was everything the small boy had dreamed of and more.

He felt loved, adored, needed, wanted, special.

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"Be quiet Louis; Darcy might wake up." Harry murmured softly, stroking the small boy's thick thighs.

Louis was in heaven; there he was thighs apart, on Harry's thousand dollar couch, hands and knees for two days straight, or for what felt like two days straight.

Louis whined as Harry spread his cheeks, exposing the small boy's pink hole. Harry thought the boy tasted magical; he really did take 'eat the booty like groceries' seriously.

He licked at the small boy's hole until his jaw was sore. All he could taste was Louis and his own vanilla lip balm.

He listened as Louis made little desperate noises, frantically rutting against the blankets.

"Louis." The small boy frowned, why was Harry shaking him?

"Louis."

"Louis wake up darling."

The small boy jolted awake. Frowning. He had been dreaming... dreaming of Harry doing naughty things to him.

"Sorry I was home so late, thanks for getting Darcy to sleep, I know she can be a pest," Harry cooed watching as the small boy he had taken on a date a few days ago looked up at him.

Louis was on his stomach laying on the couch, he looked so soft and cuddly.

The small boy opened his eyes entirely. He was quick to sit up and wrap a blanket around his torso. He was hard, no way could he let Harry see that.

But, the thin blanket did nothing to hide his boner through his skin tight jeans.

"Lou.... are you hard?"