Littlebutterfly
Summary:
Louis was Harry's kitten hybrid.
Louis was eighteen, but liked to think he was only a baby. Harry liked to think that, too.
His favourite place to suckle was at Harry's nipple, he knew nothing would come out, but it never stopped him from trying, anyway. He was just a helpless little baby, and helpless little babies needed to suckle.
Or, the one where Louis really, really wishes he could suckle from his daddy.
Work Text:
Louis was Harry's kitten hybrid.
Louis was eighteen, but liked to think he was only a baby. Harry liked to think that, too.
Louis was much more often a tiny helpless baby than a big boy. Louis liked his pretty hair bows and tiaras, and he liked to be all wrapped up in a big fuzzy blanket while he sucked on a big thick dummy which his daddy would tie up to his mouth so he couldn't spit it out, even if he wanted to.
Louis never wanted to.
Louis liked when Harry would put his mittens on so he couldn't pick anything up, he liked when he had no choice but to be Harry's baby.
He liked forgetting all about everything, he liked being a helpless little kitten who had to rely on his daddy.
When Louis was a big kitten, he still called Harry 'daddy', because that's who he was, that's who he always had been. Even when he was in his normal mind set, he still wasn't very mature. Kitten hybrids never were.
But when Louis was a tiny, helpless little baby, that name took on a whole new meaning.
Louis would often fall asleep with his lips pressed to Harry's neck, or collar bone, or even his fingers, suckling softly at the skin. He didn't care what it was, as long as it was Harry. Sweet little baby kitten, he loved Harry so much, he wanted to be with him constantly.
His favourite place to suckle was at Harry's nipple, he knew nothing would come out, but it never stopped him from trying, anyway. He was just a helpless little baby, and helpless little babies needed to suckle.
He had a dummy, but that was nothing compared to what he wanted.
He had his warm bottles of milk, but that wasn't Harry.
Louis was clingy and needy and always in desperate need of feeling close to Harry, and suckling at his skin always made him feel so much more loved and little and protected.
Louis had his lips currently pressed to Harry's nipple while Harry was watching re-runs of 'Friends.'
Louis' ears flopped gently to the sides as he sucked at the skin, Harry's hand gently at Louis' back to caress him, stroking over his tiny, curvy little body gently. They spent a lot of time like this, when Harry wasn't out doing his big boy job, they were often curled up together, Louis purring softly as he cuddled into Harry's body.
Harry had been watching Louis more than he'd been focussed on the re-run, his eyes cast down to look at Louis suckling from him, seeming so calm and relaxed, he was just like a real little baby. And Harry loved that so much. Wished he could do more for him.
Harry had researched some things, he'd called some people and emailed some people and he'd learnt that there was something he could make his body do, that he knew that Louis was desperate for.
"Lou, baby... How would you feel if you could drink from daddy?"
Louis' little body froze up then, his previously calm demeanour had changed as his sky blue eyes fluttered open to meet with Harrys, his lips stopping their movements as he looked up at Harry, his big eyes seemingly even bigger and bluer than usual as he stared up at him, waiting for a 'just kidding' or something along the lines. But Harry was just smiling down fondly at him with all the love and kindness in the whole world, it made Louis feel all warm and lovely inside.
