Sugar Daddy ✔️ {LS}

1.7

Chapter 7 *
Third

Louis wakes Harry up with a morning blow job. He figured he bailed on their last two attempts so he owed him.

Louis hovers over Harry one hand stroking him the other pushing their duvet to the other side of the bed.

Louis places soft kisses down his shaft feeling him harden.

Off topic but I should get my nails done Louis thinks before circling his thumb over the top of Harrys member.

Harry bends his leg which signals to Louis he's waking up. Louis teases Harry by swirling his tongue around the tip he expects Harry to react differently then he does.

Instead of moaning Harry blindly feels for the duvet his eyes screwed shut. "Daddy what are you doing?" Louis asks pulling his mouth away but still stroking him.

"Still sleeping" He mumbles successfully pulling the duvet over them both. "Oh so then this can wait" Louis flips the duvet back over letting go of Harry.

"Noo don't stop" Harry begs using his forearms to sit up his boxers and shorts falling to his knees.

"You have an hour I figured I'd "relieve" some of you stress" Louis says being shushed by Harry.

Louis continues Harry stroking and pulling on his hair. "Fuck, look at me" He says pulling Louis head back to meet his watery blue eyes.

There is a knock at the door but Louis doesn't stop. "It's locked daddy" he mumbles tightening his grip.

Moments later Harry comes in Louis mouth, he pants, his head heavy against the white pillowcases.

"Fuck" he sighs. Louis crawls to the top of the bed he kneels in front of the older. "Aren't you glad you woke up" he chuckles brushing Harrys fly aways back.

Louis

"Dad we want breakfast" we hear Oliver say there's a thud against the floor and soon his hand is squeezed under the door frame.

"We'll be out in a second" Harry says and there's footsteps going down the stairs .

"Do you think they heard us?" I slide off my side of the bed my feet meeting the gray rug.

"I'm sure they didn't. There's no way they waited outside the door." Harry stands grabbing his boxers and shorts tossing them down the laundry chute

I stand on my tip toes to kiss Harry. "I'll try to make them breakfast" I mumbles against his lips he squeezes my arse.

"I will be in the shower don't burn the place down"

*

"Oliver, Darcy what would you like for breakfast?" I ask leaning against the counter.

"I just want egg in toast" he says swiveling on the bar stool. Having grown up with many siblings this was a breakfast I mastered at an early age.

"Okay Darcy would you like the same?" I ask opening the fridge door grabbing two eggs from the shelf.

"No I want bagels and lox" she asks "I'm sorry what?" I close the fridge.

"You don't know what bagels and lox is?" She says to make me sound dumb. "I know what it is I just don't know how to make it correctly"

"Dad does" she mumbles resting her chin in her palm. "Well let's wait on your dad to come down and maybe he can show me." I nod and she sighs.

Darcy and Louis, Two brats.

After finishing Oliver's breakfast I grab a bowl and the bag of grapes and carton of strawberries.

"Are you sure you want to wait?" I ask standing at the counter. "Darcy don't act so high class" Oliver says with a pinky raised to the air.

I hear the bedroom door close and Harry comes down the stairs. "Good Morning" He ruffles Oliver's hair and kisses Darcy's cheek.

"I didn't know what you wanted but Darcy said she wanted bagels and lox" I shrug and Harry digs in my bowl of fruit.

"Darcy we don't even have the ingredients for it" He says popping a grape in his mouth.

"I can make you eggs in toast like Oliver" he shrugs. We had all the ingredients for bagels and lox but I guess this is another lesson.

Darcy crosses her arms and spins on the stool. "Fine" she gives in and Harry remakes the same dish I made for Oliver just minutes ago.