Conversation of emotion (Baby Boy)

🍼stupid Clara🍼

It took me like... a hundred years to write a new ddlb chapter. My apologies!

The next day it wasn't a big surprise that Harry felt little. He usually slipped when something happened that reminded him of his childhood.

And since he saw his foster-parents again yesterday, Louis was already prepared to take care of little Harry again.

In the past few months, Louis searched for information about littles.

What he should and shouldn't do and what could happen to Harry when he was little. 

He wanted to be there for Harry and figured that he needed to know a lot more about ddlb to do that.

Harry learned about it together with Louis, wanting to know more and maybe try some new things.

Only, Harry hadn't been little in a while. Last time was after Louis was sick.

And as much as Louis wanted to see Harry in his little space again, he was a little relieved when Harry woke up, feeling big.

One of Louis' old friends was coming over today and he didn't really know how to explain his and Harry's lifestyle to her.

"So about spanking... you still feel the same about that. Even after yesterday?" Louis asked.

"Not really, no. I trust you enough. I'm just trying yo figure out how we can try it without me needing to misbehave..." Harry said, twirling his hair between his fingers.

Louis hummed and scratched his chin.

"I mean... we could try role play?"

"R-role play?" Harry asked and blushed.

"Yeah, I would love to do a scene like that with you. I mean... you being my student." Louis whispered, kissing behind Harry's ear.

Harry nodded, tangling his fingers in his dom's feathery hair.

"We can try... I can always colour put, right?"

"Of course you can, baby! Always. You don't have to do something you don't want to do. I'm just giving you an option. Plus, you look fucking hot in a skirt." Louis said, nodding his head wildly.

Harry giggled and agreed with a smile. He liked the way he looked in the skirt. He felt confident and comfortable in it.

He wanted more skirts and Louis wanted him to have more skirts as well.

"We'll try it, babe. If you think, God help me. Just say so and we'll cut it off."

Harry pecked Louis' lips and grinned happily. "Thank you, Lou."

"No problem, bub. By the way, an old friend of mine is coming over today. I need to finish some work, so you can do whatever you please in the meantime."

Louis pulled Harry into a deep passionate kiss. Harry sighed against Louis' lips and wrapped his arms around the elder's neck, pulling him closer.

"I'll call for you when I'm finished with work, kay?" The dominant said.

Harry nodded and waved at Louis as his boyfriend left the living room.

Harry sat down on the couch with a stupid smile on his face. He felt happy with Louis and he loved that feeling.

He thought about yesterday and how sweet Louis had been.

Sadly, he also remembered his foster-parents. Harry whimpered and bit his lips, lifting his shirt to see a bruise on his ribs.