"Why is he on the laptop still?" Louis frowned sadly at Niall, Harry's personal assistant. Louis was a cross-dresser who was dating the very famous ceo of his own company, he was always working on something. Right now, Louis was wearing one of Harry's sweater shirts with nothing except panties underneath. "He has a lot of work to do, Lou. I'm sorry," Niall frowns at the sad boy.
"B-But I want his attention! He barely pays attention to his own boyfriend!" the blue eyed boy whines slightly. Niall smirks, "Maybe. . . you could force him to give you his attention?" he whispered into the boy's ear. Louis looked at him confused.
"What do you mean?" he tilts his head to the side slightly, confused.
"Blowjob, Lou. Give him a blowjob underneath the table," Niall sighs and Louis makes an 'O' shape with his mouth. "Maybe throw in the word 'Daddy,' here and there, after all it is his biggest kink." Niall smirks and Louis nods, taking in the information. Niall walks away to go do his own work and Louis walks in, he soon crawls under the table and Harry doesn't notice.
"So, what I was thinking could be possible was that - " he stopped short when he felt his pants being unbuttoned. He looked down and coughed slightly as he watched Louis take off his pants. Then his underwear. 'What are you doing,' Harry mouthed as he listened to his employees speak about the new problem.
"Getting your attention," Louis whispered and then kitty-licked the tip of Harry's dick. Harry bit his lip to keep from moaning when he straightened up, looking at the people on the face time. "Mr. Styles, are you listening?" Harry realized he wasn't paying attention as he bit his lip harder, feeling Louis take in as much of his dick he could fit. Harry's hand found it's way to Louis hair, but instead off tugging, he tried to pull him off. Louis let out a loose whine but soon started to suck, bobbing his head up and down.
Harry suppressed a moan as he began speaking, "Y-Yes, I-I a-am l-listening. I a-agree w-with w-what G-George h-has s-said," he stuttered and soon let out a low moan that confused George the most. "Are you okay, sir?" he asked.
He coughed with a deep blush, "Fuck," he moaned out accidentally. Louis went quicker, liking the sound of Harry moaning. "I-I a-am f-fine."
"You sure?" George asked, seeming concerned. Boy, was Harry grateful for his obliviousness. "Y-Yes, I-I will b-be f-fine. C-Can w-we t-talk a-about this c-country's e-economy - ohh fuck; just like that - p-please?" he was as red as a tomato when he realized he just moaned while he was speaking. He looked down at Louis secretly and mouthed 'Stop,' which got a slurp response instead.
A guy with brown hair walked up smirking, "What's goin' on, eh H?" he said smugly. Harry could feel his climax coming and he refused to cum, as he would moan as loud as he could if he did. "N-Nothing, shhit, i'm f-fine." he stuttered as yet another moan escaped him.
"Gettin' a blowjob, most likely." he cackled. "No, Liam, i'm not." he tried to, again, tug Louis away from his dick, but to no avail it only made Louis suck faster. Harry groaned as his eyes closed and he laid his head down onto the table.
"You so are! You naughty boy!" George joined in, "Get 'em tiger!" he laughed. He bit his lip as he looked at his smug-looking employees. "Probably from that cutie Louis," Zayn then joined in.
"H-He's m-mine, Z-Zayn. Fuck, b-back off." he moaned. Zayn smirked, "I can tell he is. I can also tell he's really bad at giving blow-jobs since you're barely even moaning." Harry got angry.
"A-actually i'm s-stopping myself ffr-from moaning." he stuttered. "I don't believe that." Harry rolled his eyes. "You don't have t- fuck Louis!" he moaned loudly accidentally, he immediately covered his mouth as the boys on the facetime started laughing at him.
