A/n: I was blown away with your comments and sweet words on my most recent chapter. Honestly, I literally love you guys so much. Thank you for being here for me and motivating me when I'm insecure.
Much love. 💞 Xx
Fun fact: The other day I was re-reading my story and I came across a line that said something about Harry knowing he could research Louis online, but instead he didnt because he wanted to believe he'd tell him about his life and I was shook to my core 'cause that very recently happened to me with my crush (sadly I ain't that lucky) - he's also an older man like Louis - and I just stood there like "Daaamn me and Harry are literally one. He can even anticipate my thoughts and situations in life." It was really interesting actually. So yeah, now you just found out Harry's character is a lot like me, meaning if you don't like Harry you won't like me, oh shit :/ aha.
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Song: Imagine Dragons - I Don't Know Why
Harry finds himself laid on his unyielding lap, securing the undone bedspread between his white-knuckled fingers. His red panties were incommodiously furled in his crack while Louis turned his cheeks of an intensifying crimson color with every strike. Maybe he should start considering wearing a thong when he went to meet Louis.
"Daddy." Harry whimpers quietly when his cupped palm hits him for the fifth time, not going too hard on him for some reason. Perhaps sarcasm wasn't worthy of a severe punishment for Louis.
"Just five more, babe."
His feet were hanging in the air, kicking it when he insisted on the same spot he'd hit just a few seconds prior, as if that'd free him from his hand. When he reaches the ten spankings, he hears Louis taking a deep breath like all his tension had just been released.
"Jesus, Harry." He mutters as Harry fixes his lace panties in their correct place with one hand, aware that he could see his ass perfectly. "You're such a good boy. Now get up."
Harry loosens his grip and, although hobbling, stands up. Louis mirrors him, now facing him shirtless and with strained jeans, temptingly close to touch.
"On your fours, baby boy." Louis whispers, voice low and raspy with his squinted arcane gaze like an heartthrob from the sixties. And all he'd ever said with that body-melting expression, all he would do.
Climbing onto the bed, he sets himself in Louis' desired position, knowing he'd be right behind him. His tongue isn't the first thing he senses on him, but his hands on his thighs, smoothly hauling his panties down to his knees as he trails soft kisses along the way.
"I like the detail of these very much, but unfortunately I can't do my work with them on."
Louis' breath hits his skin before his hands wander over his cheeks, caressing the wide, flustered marks. Harry parts his legs wider to invite him in, tilting his ass up to display his hole for him, eager for more contact. He couldn't think about anything else at the moment other than how much he wanted and needed him all over his body.
"Louis hurry up." He says and the only response he gets is a slap on his ass accompanied by a gutural groan.
"Daddy."
Oh. He likes it as much as me.
"Daddy." He corrects himself, pulse accelerating from the sudden impact. "Please."
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Satyriasis {boyxboy} - FINISHED -
RomanceA condition brought them together, but it's far from what you'd expect. Harry Styles is a simple, seventeen year-old student - a boy exploring his sexuality with different partners, but who never knew what to be in love is. Louis Tomlinson is a weal...
