Feral Instincts ||L.S||

Ch.6

*FEW WEEKS LATER*

Louis woke up to being shook, he looked over at Harry who was sweating and panting. "Loo, 'arry feel hot. 'Arry hot," he panted and Louis noticed Harry's shirt was soaked with sweat, so he helped Harry out of it and he sighed at the cool feeling. Louis pulled off the blankets from Harry,  not noticing the prominent bulge in Harry's pajama pants. Louis grabbed the fan and aimed it towards Harry, who sighed at the relief and laid back. That was when Louis noticed the sheets were drenched with sweat. "I'm going to place you downstairs, okay? I'll turn the a.c on for you kitten. And aim the fans onto you, yeah?" Louis says and Harry nods, breathing heavily as sweat leaked down from his forehead all the way down to his neck.

Louis picked Harry up and took Harry downstairs, still not noticing the bulge. Harry shifted uncomfortably and whimpered. "You want a bath, baby?" he asked, he already asked Harry to be his boyfriend and with an hour of explaining what a boyfriend was, Harry finally agreed. Thank god. He didn't know what'd he would do without Harry, he was his happiness. Harry nodded, "Please. A cold one. 'Arry wants relief." he replies and curls up into a ball, panting as if that one sentence, not even, made him get out of breath.

"Alright baby, be back in a second." Louis said and ran upstairs quickly, he was worried about Harry. Why was he so hot? Louis didn't know but he knew it wasn't normal, well he was a kitten not a human. Louis shrugged at that and grabbed towels and an outfit for Harry. He walked into the bathroom and put a really fluffy pink towel (Harry's towel) on the toilet seat as he started up the bath, making sure it was cold but not too cold. He didn't want Harry to freeze to death. Once he thought it was nice, he was about to call Harry and he turned around. He nearly screamed as he saw Harry standing there.

"Loo, it 'urts." Harry whimpers, obviously in pain. His accent not being able to hear the 'h'.

"What hurts baby?" Louis asks, a concern tone in his voice as Harry points down. "It 'urts, Loo, make it 'top." he says as Louis looks down and his eyes widen, almost out of their sockets as Louis realized Harry was suffering from a hard-on. Louis swallowed thickly, how was he supposed to make it stop without having to make love to Harry? Louis looked at Harry nervously. 

"Harbear, baby," he was cut off, "'Arry a kitten, no bear." Harry pouted even though he was in pain. "Kitten, baby, I don't think I can help you without. . . uhm, I don't know how to put it," Louis stuttered as Harry looks at him curiously, his ears twitching.

"Well, baby, I would have to make love to you." Harry looks at him confused, he didn't understand. "Make wuff? Doesn't Loo wuff Harry already? Why make the wuff? Are you 'ying?!" he exclaimed, a bit angry.

"No, no, baby. It's a way to show your love toward your mate, in a physical way." Louis explains and notices Harry's eyes darken, but he didn't understand why.  

"Make wuff to 'arry?" Louis started to choke on his own spit, Harry said that so innocently. Harry looked at him with a confused yet innocent face as he tilted his head. Harry pouted, "Loo no make wuff to 'arry? Loo no wuff 'arry!" Harry cried, ACTUALLY cried. Tears streaming down his face as he sobbed.

"Loo lied to 'arry! Now 'arry is hurt and Loo don't wuff 'arry enough to help him!" Louis immediately hugs Harry, wiping the tears away. "Lou loves Harry, I love you very very much. But baby, this is a big step into the relationship." Louis explains.

"No make wuff?" Harry questions and Louis sighs, "Only if you are up to it." he responds.

"Loo make wuff to 'arry!" Harry demands, it  was full of innocence but damn did it turn Louis on for some reason. Harry looked down and gasped, "Loo hurt too!" he exclaimed, pointing down at Louis' lower region. Louis looked down and blushed.