Flesh (Larry smut)

Chapter 5

"Whoa Whoa whoa what're you doing?" I hear Louis voice as he enters the bedroom. "Getting dressed and getting ready to go, incase your 'friend' didn't tell you, I don't tend to stick with my clients." I shrug, pulling my jeans back up over my boxers.

"No, taking your fucking pants back off and get back in my bed. Now." Louis growls, setting down what I now know to be cups of tea. "I am your dominate, you are my submissive. And unless I dismiss you, you aren't going anywhere." Louis clarifies what he wants when I'm pushed roughly back onto the bed.

Louis crawls right on top of me, and bites directly down onto my neck. "You understand?" Louis growls again, continuing to suck and bite down harshly on my neck in multiple places.

"Y-yes, daddy. I understand. I'm sorry." I whimper.

"Good, now let me finish you up." Louis mumbles.

I moan slightly when Louis starts grinding himself on my cock, which takes my focus off of the pain from his continuous biting.

"You're just so fucking eager to go home...to go be a cum-slut for someone else, yeah? I see how it is. Well, guess what? You're.." His tongue slides over my collarbone before he finishes, "mine, princess. Mine. No one else's." he hums as be leaves visible love bites on my neck.

"Okay..finished." Louis murmurs, "now sit up. I fixed us some tea." He adds.

I sit up, with the fancy, wooden carved headboard behind me that supports my back.

As Louis walks away, I look down at what he did to me.

I see multiple hickeys on me, some of which are starting to draw blood, and they're in the shape of a heart with a large 'L' in the middle of it. I wipe some of the blood off with my thumb, staring at it for a moment. "Oh come on. It's just blood. Here." Louis hands me my cup of tea, and then takes my other hand and licks the blood off my thumb. "See, it's nothing, sweetheart." He smiles. But I stare awkwardly at my thumb, and then at him. "You just..?"

"It's blood. Whoop. I'm not a vampire but if you're going to be scared of your own blood I might as well help in some way, form, or fashion." He nods.

Louis crawls in next to me, and we both sit in silence, staring at the black TV screen that's positioned on the wall in front of us.

I take my first sip of the tea and nod slightly, although Louis can't see me.

I look up at him and he's already emptied his cup of tea and is staring at me with bright blue eyes. "Is it good?" He asks, his tone a bit softer. "Yeah. It's delicious." I say, smiling slightly.

Louis smiles so big to where his eyes are crinkled up, and then he slowly raises a half-fisted hand up to his mouth and starts to giggle. He literally just fucking giggled.

I smile at him, just starting to admire what he's like. "What's so funny?" I chuckle, resting my hand on his thigh. "You're so-.." He continues to giggle but then stops suddenly and looks down at my hand. His mouth stands slightly agape when he looks back at me. Louis' giggles seize for a moment as we just stare at each other. He never finishes the sentence and soon we both stay in silence for what seems like hours. I sip at my tea a few more times until the cup is emptied, and then set it down on the nearby nightstand.

"You're staying the night. And a few more." Louis says clearly.

"Louis I really don't think I sho-"

"Too bad. You are. Remember what I said earlier." Louis interrupts me.

I sigh loudly, "yes....,daddy." I oblige.

Louis smiles that same crinkly-eyed smile again, nodding slightly. "Good."

Louis finally reaches for a remote that I hadn't seen before and turns on the television. "I'm going to get these dishes cleaned up as well as myself. Make yourself at home for a while and watch the telly or something." Louis says, handing me the remote.

"I'll help." I offer, grabbing the cup from the nightstand.

"Nononono I got it. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." Louis smiles reaching his hand out for my cup. "No, really. I can." I smile, getting out of the bed. I hear Louis loudly sigh as I round the bed, but then I stop, unsure of where the kitchen is. "Erm. Where's the kitchen..?" I ask, looking at Louis who is already behind me.

"Come on." Louis locks his arm through mine, leading me out the bedroom door, down a few stairs and right into his may I say very formal kitchen.

"Nice." I mumble.

"Yeah, well, tell that to my mum haha. She decorated half of the place since she claims I'm not that good." Louis chuckles, letting go of my arm for a second to take both of our cups, rinse them and set them in the sink. "One moment." Louis murmurs, leaning on the sink and turning on the hot water for the sink and filling it up barley. "Allow me." I chuckle.

I turn off the hot water, and don't bother getting the thing filled up with pretty little bubbles, instead I grab a sponge and soap it up.

"You realize I can wash my own dishes, Harry?" Louis laughs from beside me as he jumps up onto the countertop and sits there.

"Yeah, I know. I'm just being generous." I smile, washing up the teacups and laying them gently onto the drying rack.

I squeeze the water out of the sponge, dry up my hands with a nearby towel and then throw the towel over the teacups to help them dry better. "Just being generous, eh?" Louis says, kicking his feet out back and forth.

"Yep." I nod, leaning on the countertop and looking at Louis.

"Whatever you say, babe." Louis giggles again.

I study him for a moment, and his blue eyes scan mine. "What?" He asks.

"You called me babe." I laugh, and his face starts turning a crimson shade of red. "Oh.." He mumbles. "No you can call me that." I say, moving myself between his legs to where we're basically face to face and I can feel his breath fanning me. "I like it." I add.

"You do?" Louis smiles.

"No. I hate it." I fake a frown.

"Oh." Louis smile fades instantly.

"Louis! I'm kidding, take a joke. Of course I love it. It's cute." I laugh.

Louis face lights up again as he erupts in laughter and you can barley see his eyes again. "Geez, Styles you're so confusing."

"I know. I guess that's how I like it." I shrug.

It happens in an instant when Louis' throws soap bubbles at me that have formed in the sink. "Hey!" I yell, gathering a handful and smearing it on his cheeks.

"Stop it!" Louis giggles.

"You started it!"

"Shut up. Did not!" Louis lies like a child.

The kitchen is filled with laughter, giggles, and water sloshing in the sink as we empty it of soap bubbles. "Kiss me you fool!"

We attach our lips together with a mess of soap bubbles and wet lips in between.

*sigh* Larry is so real

Larry is at it's best there's no denying it they're way up there in the clouds so high like Louis and Zayn right now