larry smut

; i'll let you take care of me. ( and maybe a little more.)

author; prettyboylou on ao3

note; this one is super kinky but really cute to me at the same time :,) i love baby harry

summary:
"You okay princess?" He whispered, like he always did, soft and caring and that's exactly what Harry loved about his daddy. No matter how rough he was, no matter how hard he fucked Harry and how many bruises he left, he was always there at the end to hold him, love him.

They could cry they're so in love.

"I'm perfect daddy. See how pretty I am now." He whispered ever so weakly, breathing still irregular, but he was smiling and he was okay and that was all that mattered.

And fuck, he was indeed pretty. Louis almost fainted from the sinfully gorgeous sight.

His body was completely covered in 'Louis'', from all the way up his neck to his creamy thighs, and there where even some down his legs, on his calves and feet. Under every single stamp was a fresh dark purple love-bite, still stinging but the fuck did that matter? He was so beautiful and well - he was Louis'.

Or the one where Louis' baby boy Harry gives him a special birthday present.
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Harry knew how much Louis absolutely adored marking him. Whether it was sucking a dark purple bruise to Harry's pale throat or smacking his bum bright red, the feeling of leaving Harry's skin marked as his made Louis ecstatic.
Harry never really put much thought into it, just knew that he loved it too so he just let his boyfriend do whatever he pleased to him, and it always ended with Harry's skin bitten and/or sucked on - which only contributed to the pain that Harry oh so dearly loved. Harry loved when it hurt, when it got downright unbearable and nothing turned him on more than when Louis put clamps on his sensitive nipples (and fuck, when he pulls on the chain, it makes Harry feel like me might explode from the intense pleasure) or when he just simply bites down into his pierced earlobe, Louis' request, and swirls his tongue around the white jewel. Maybe Harry loves the hurting even more than Louis loves marking him, but to be honest, Harry doubts it. Louis was absolutely crazy about it.

Never did Harry think that it all could send Louis over the edge though. It had happened several times, when Louis was pounding into Harry from behind (something he loved almost as much as bruising Harry's throat) and as he leaned down to suck a harsh hickey to Harry's shoulder he came harder than ever, spilling into his whimpering boyfriend as he kissed over the mark.
Harry always wanted to make Louis feel good and oh boy how good he felt when he pulled out of him, still hazy, and saw the infinte number of love bites down Harry's spine (and maybe a few tearstains from when Louis had cried from the orgasmic pleasure, but oh well, no one needed to know that right?)

It was now the 23rd of december, a cold winter night, and also the day before Harry's dear boyfriends 24th birthday and Harry couldn't be more excited. Tonight he was getting Louis' present that was waiting in the post office since Harry had ordered a customized gift online (and it was certainly not from www.sexystuff.com. Nope, not at all.)
Harry knew how much Louis would adore his birthday gift and how much it was going to be used in the future. Hopefully it would be tomorrow. Harry was almost 100% sure that it would, Louis was one eager man. Not that Harry wasn't, yesterday he was practically bouncing in excitement since Louis had promised that he was going to get to bounce on his cock later. A lot of bouncing for Harry's part.

Harry was practically skipping down the snow covered sidewalk, all giddy and excited to pick up Louis' gift. See? Harry wasn't any better.

Snowflakes were falling from the cloudy night sky, one landing on his rosy cheek and it was cold, so cold and all Harry wanted to do in the moment was to cuddle up in the arms of his man. Louis liked it when Harry called him names like daddy, sir, his man. It made him feel like he owned Harry, that he was his and no one else's. Maybe Harry kinda liked that too. (Oops.)