Conversation of emotion (Baby Boy)

🌻the day after🌻

''I regret it so much.'' Harry groaned when Louis came home from work at 2 PM. The older man chuckled and walked up to Harry, plopping down on the couch next to him.

''Don't tell me that you blame it on me, though. I've asked you if you were sure multiple times.'' Louis said and ruffled Harry's wild curls.

''It's not the sex I regret, Lewis.'' Harry said, mocking his dom with the name.

''Then what is it?'' Louis asked, genuinely confused.

''This!'' Harry spat and jumped up. He walked, no, limped around the couch and whimpered in pain when he sat down again.

Louis placed his hand over his mouth to conceal the growing smirk on his lips. He removed it and tried to look as serious as he possibly could whilst Harry glared at him.

''Sorry, baby. I know what it feels like.'' Louis said and rubbed Harry's thigh softly.

''What do you mean?'' The younger boy asked curiously, crawling into Louis his lap to give him his full attention.

Louis smiled and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, cocking his head to the side and pursing his lips a little.

''Well, there was a time that I was still a virgin too, you know?''

''I mean, obviously but what does that have to do with me having a sore a-a- You bottomed your first time!'' Harry asked in disbelieve.

''J, shout it from the rooftops, will ya? Yes, I did. He told me that my ass was too big for a top, so I bottomed. I hated it so now I am a top. I will never bottom again. God, I was awkward.''

Harry burst out laughing, placing his head against Louis his collarbone.

''Oh, this is the best thing I've ever heard! You were a bottom? That's not even- How does that even work?''

Louis laughed with Harry and shook his head. ''It didn't. It did not work at all. I didn't even get to my peak because I was that uncomfortable.''

Harry giggled into his hands, his shoulders shaking from laughing so much. ''You may have the bum of a bottom, but your personality belongs to a top. No discussion possible.''

''You've never seen me when I was 17! Wait, I'll show you.''

Louis placed Harry on the couch and kneeled in front of a big bookcase. His finger moved over the rugs of the books before he pulled a big blue book from between the other books.

''I'm about 18 years old here.'' Louis said and opened the book.

He placed the book on Harry's thighs. Harry looked at it for a few seconds before cackling.

''You were such a twink! This is unreal!'' He giggled and pointed at the picture.

Louis blushed a little and sat down next to his sub with a huff.

''D-Don't call me that. I am not a twink.''

''No, not anymore. You're like, daddy, now but back then you were... You were a bigger looking twink than I am.''

''But I did not act like a bottom. Just because my boyfriend was taller and because his chest was bigger, didn't mean that he had to top.''

''No, but... If I'd see this version of you in front of me right now, I would wreck him.'' Harry said, sarcastically of course, because, he does not top. Never ever.

Louis licked his lips and pushed the photo album on the floor next to them. He pushed Harry down on the couch and stared deeply into the younger's eyes when he gasped.