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Once they were both lying under the fluffy blanket on their bed, Louis curled up next to Harry, leaving just enough space between them to fit a tray of freshly baked cookies. He hadn't eaten anything unhealthy that day and it was killing him. He needed his daily supply of junk food and he was glad Harry understood that.

So now, they were both watching a movie while they ate cookies. Most people would just heat up popcorn, but they certainly were not most people. In a regular relationship, Louis would be eating the cookies by himself, without any help from anyone else, but in this one, his hands were cuffed to one another, a leash securing him to the bed as Harry played with his hair and fed him said cookies. His feet were still free to do as they pleased and at the moment, they were seeking warmth between Harry's calves despite Harry's annoyance.

This was how their nights after Louis' shoots always went, with Louis nice and secured to the bed as Harry fed him whatever bread he'd baked prior to his arrival. He loved it. They both did. It was something they could do to show how much they'd missed one another.

Louis' arms were currently curled into his chest as he watched the movie, the burn from earlier long forgotten since they were both already used to dealing with such things.

They were watching Harry's favorite movie at the moment, both of them either humming or singing along to every song that came on. Harry's favorite character was the chicken, and Louis had a theory as to why, but he knew he'd be glared at if he ever said it out loud. Louis' favorite character, however, was the little piglet. He resonated the most with it, being a needy little thing, but at the same time scared of everything as well.

Louis didn't find it the least bit weird that Harry's favorite movie was a Disney princess movie. It just made him adore the man even more than he already did. His favorite movie, however, was a bit more violent and a lot more superhero-y. It included a lot more Spiderman and Iron Man and Black Panther and a lot less sing-along moments.

Harry currently had a cookie held up to Louis' mouth. He was eating it slowly, too engrossed in the movie he'd whined about not wanting to watch yet again. He'd already known what Harry wanted as soon as he started giving him his best puppy eyes when they started deciding on what to watch and Louis had not been pleased at all. It was Harry's turn to choose the movie this time though, so he'd ended up getting his way. Next time, Louis would stay far, far away from Disney+.

Despite the restraints he had on, Louis could technically still feed himself. He could move his hands up and down, left and right, but neither of them wanted him to. They were both perfectly fine with Harry being the one to feed him. It made Louis feel taken care of and loved. It let him stay in his submissive headspace and Harry in his dominant one, something they were both very grateful for.

"Daddy," said Louis once he'd finished the cookie that had been in Harry's hand. He turned to look up at him, smiling when he realized that Harry had already been looking down at him. "My feet are still cold."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "And what do you expect me to do about that? You've already got your ice cold feet on my legs. Not much more I can do, Lou." He moved to place the cookie tray to the side, deciding that four cookies were enough for now. They'd eat the rest at a later time.

"I don't know," was all he said as he looked up at Harry expectantly. He still hadn't removed his cold feet from Harry's warm legs, but that was simply because he didn't want to. At the moment, he was complaining just to complain. He didn't want Harry to move or do anything about the situation, he just felt like whining about something.

Harry just shook his head. Louis did this a lot, just complained about random things because he felt like it. It was amusing as long as Louis didn't go overboard. "C'mere," he said, sitting up his elbow so he could brush away the crumbs that had been left on the bed before laying back down and opening his arms for Louis to move closer to him.