Whipped Cream // Larry Stylinson AU

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As planned, Harry rode his pastel pink bicycle to the grocery store after work. He chained it up nicely outside then popped into the store. He wasn't sure on what to make for dinner that night, so he took his time waltzing up and down every isle trying to find inspiration on a dish to make. He originally was just going to make something small, quick and easy but go big or go home, right? Even though he was going home... but you get the point. He decided on lasagna after hearing an English speaking couple chatting about the dish. He hadn't made lasagna in quite some time so he was hoping his mental shopping list wouldn't fail him now. He started with the fresh produce, grabbing onions and oregano for dinner, but also getting himself some salads and fruits. He remembered he also had to grab breakfast supplies and maybe another can of whipped cream? With so much to grab he just hoped it would all fit in his little basket or on the handle bars of his bike.

Thankfully, he managed to pedal home even when one side of the handlebars was heavier than the other. It was a difficult up hill trip but he did it. The worst part about grocery shopping is the packing away you have to do when you get home. Harry hated that and with half the fucking grocery store bagged and sprawled out on his kitchen floor, he was in for some intense packing away. It was somehow already 6 so he decided he better get the meat cooking and everything chopped before he even bothered tidying up, it was cold enough out that the cold food wouldn't go bad, even if the heat was on in his apartment... He was stressed. Why he chose such a hard meal to make so late in the afternoon not even he knew.

Louis on the other hand was still in court, he expected it to be a long one and with a bit of luck he would win the case and it would all be over. He had been with this client for a long while and was ready to send him on his way. For Louis's job description, you'd think he would have to at least like people, you know? Having your job centred around people, but he doesn't. In fact he hated all but a handful of people if he was honest. His mind would still wonder to Harry every so often and he would have to snap himself out of it, he had to at least act professional even when his mind was picturing Harry's ass full of whipped cream.

Court finally ended with Louis winning the case and having a very happy client. He didn't want to seem too rude but he did hurry off as quickly as possible, wanting to spend time with Harry tonight. It was 8 already and by the time he got home it would be close to half past and there just isn't enough hours in a day. He would normally call an Uber but he didn't want to wait any longer then what he had to do he just jumped in the cab that was parked out front and paid double the amount of an Uber. Harry was worth it.

Upon arriving home Louis took the elevator straight up to his penthouse, grabbed a fresh suit, pair of socks and his toothbrush before making his way back down to Harry's apartment and waltzing straight inside. "Lock your fucking door god damn it." He called, dumping his stuff on the couch then going over to kiss his lover. "Aw! You made lasagna!" Louis cooed, looking at the slices sitting on the plates. "You're here just in time" Harry smiled, forcing a kiss onto his boyfriends lips. "What did I do to deserve you?" Louis questioned, feeling so lucky to have the curly man to himself.

Harry did get everything done in just 2 and a half hours. His place was clean, food packed away, dinner cooked, dishwasher loaded except the dishes they were currently using. "To the couch" Harry announced, "You staying tonight?" He noticed Louis' things chucked on his lounge. "Yup. Didn't even ask because I'm staying whether you like it or not." And this is why Harry liked him oh so fucking much.

"Who even are you?" Louis moaned, taking the first bite of his meal, "You're a god sent. I don't fucking deserve you." "Yeah, you do! I like you a lot and would like to be with you forever." Harry laughed, "Fuck, I love you." And Louis nearly fainted. Did he really? No he didn't, wait, yeah he kinda did. He was freaking out and he just wanted, no needed Harry to say something. To say anything. He couldn't fucking breathe. "I- I uh love you too. Really. Love at first sight is actually a real thing." My fucking god Louis was relieved, "I'm sorry that just slipped out, I feel the same way but I wanted to say it at the right time, take you out on a date, you know? Something special. Sorry, love." Harry just laughed, "This is special. Every damn moment spent with you is special to me."

Louis helped Harry clean off the dishes before he headed out for a cheeky smoke on the balcony. While he was busy inhaling chemicals, harry was busy changing into a lovely pair of fuzzy socks and a sweater, wanting to get out of the clothes he had worn all day and to feel comfortable and warm. Louis thought his boyfriend was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. "You look stunning, love." He complimented, "But, can I lift that cute little sweater up and see what's underneath?" Harry allowed him to, revealing his lace underwear and earning a loud moan from Louis, "Do you like them?" He laughed, knowing the answer. "Bedroom. Now." Louis ordered with a smack to Harry's bum. "Oh, babe, I brought more whipped cream." Another smack came into contact with Harry's ass, "Call me daddy." And who was Harry to disobey? "Yes, daddy." And those words had Louis' dick pulsating in his pants. "You're in for it tonight." He called, grabbing the can of cream and heading off into the bedroom.

The sight he was treated to had him groan, "You're gorgeous." Harry was laying on all fours, ass pushed into the air and his sweater rising up enough to reveal just a slight hint of Harry's sexy underwear. He walked in and slowly removed the lace from his mans skin, loving the way it slid down his soft and smooth thighs. "Where did you get this?" Louis asked, sniffing the material then tossing it to the floor, and squirting the whipped cream over Harry's ass cheeks, licking it off. "Funny story actually. Gemma got them as a gift from an ex boyfriend, that and a bra or whatever, anyway is was a gift to try and win her back but she wanted nothing to do with him of the lingerie so she was going to donate them. I quickly stole the underwear before she did." Harry had always wanted girls panties, and he adored the only pair he had. He never did have the guts to go and buy himself some, sure he could pretend it was for a girlfriend but everything about that man screamed gay and he just couldn't do it. "I'm taking you on a shopping spree this weekend. My treat. I'm getting you so much more." Louis moaned into his mans ear before moving his way down to Harry's cute bum again. He buried his head deep between the cheeks, loving the taste and smell, Harry was clean. He removed himself for only a moment to stick the nozzle into Harry's hole and filling it with as much cream as Harry's ass would hold. He moaned and tried to reach for his dick but Louis wasn't having that. "Nu-uh, you may touch yourself when daddy's cock is deep inside you. Not until then." And this was the most pleasant form of torture Harry had ever experienced.

It wasn't long before Louis was positioning himself and sliding in oh so painfully slow, causing whimpers to release from Harry's mouth. "You're so big, daddy." And that had Louis pounding the younger man and giving him permission to touch himself. "Daddy loves you so much." And Harry was too far gone to say it back, too focused on releasing to manage words right now. And then it happened, he came hard, no doubt staining the duvet but not at all caring. His body went limp causing Louis to now lean over him instead of holding his hips, then he was finding his own release deep inside Harry, loving ever second of it.

Upon calming down Harry got up and gave his man a kiss, "I love you too."