Just A Little Taste Babe - Larry Stylinson

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Louis' thin petal pink lips strained to stay stretched open, his teeth grazing the beryl ball-gag that sat heavy against his tongue. His jaw was already starting to ache but he willed himself to focus on something else, anything else as a distraction. Like the heat that was surging through him, settling in the pit of his stomach and the apples of his cheeks which were no doubt flushed a pretty shade of rose. If he tilted his head back and looked up, he'd be able to tell because there was a large mirror hung on the ceiling.

His bright blue eyes darted around the room — their playroom. The walls were a warm grey, a significant contrast to the floor boards that were stained red-oak and covered with a black carpet. Two large dressers lined one of the walls, their toys kept in their respectful drawers. Across from them, closer towards the door, was a bondage bench and massage table that had ankle and wrist restrains hanging loosely from the sides.

Louis was sat on top of the bondage bed — a bed that appeared normal at first but held lots of goodies hidden within — that was practically in the center of the room, his short legs tucked under his big bum, hands behind his back. The black sheets beneath him were quickly getting soiled, slick leaking steadily out of him in anticipation and slathering his thick thighs and calves because of his position.

He didn't dare move though, sitting completely naked and still despite the dull aching of his back and facial joints that he loved oh so much. He wanted to be good for his Alpha. Louis' eyes squeezed shut for a moment as he took in a few big breaths though his nose. Time seemed to be going by painfully slow, in fact he wasn't even quite sure how long he had been down here. He was slowly slipping into his headspace though, a combination of his Omega and Sub mindset, his mind starting to become fuzzy around the edges, thoughts fumbling around before ultimately clearing out.

It felt like forever before Louis heard the door open, his eyes following the movement across the room. Harry had entered, closing the dark door behind himself. He was clad in only a pair of grey joggers, the fabric hanging loosely off of his sharp hips. His curly dark hair rested messily, some strands tumbling down his shoulders and framing his angular face. Louis could tell he had been running his fingers through the locks, probably out of habit.

Harry walked over to the bed, humming lowly in approval before speaking up in a slow drawl. "Look at you pet." His ring-clad hand came out to grip the Omega's chin roughly, tilting his head up causing the drool that had pooled in his mouth to slip down the sides of his face.

"So fucking gorgeous, huh?" Harry muttered, his large thumb swiping under Louis' bottom lip and catching some saliva. He promptly let go of Louis' chin, allowing his head to drop forward once again.

"Lay down." The Alpha commanded, Louis quickly fumbling to comply. He laid down on his back, arms raising above his head and fingers locking, just like he had been taught. His tan body was on full display, muscles stretched and skin taut. His half-hard cock lay against his stomach, little beads of silver precum dripping down onto his pulled abdomen.

Harry crawled on top of the bed, settling himself partially over Louis. His hands reached out, fingers ghosting over the Omega's skin just lightly like feathers. Harry trailed his soft touches up and down Louis' sides, pressing down slightly at the dip of his waist, painted nails digging down into the supple caramel flesh.

Harry's ministrations had Louis painting past the ball-gag, drool collectively dripping down both sides of his mouth and falling onto the bed sheets beneath his head. The Alpha trailed his fingers up to Louis' chest, his index and thumb of both pinching Louis' light pink nipples, rolling the hardening buds between them.

Louis moaned, the sound muffled as he pushed his chest up into Harry's touch. The rough friction on his chest felt wonderful, — he had always been so sensitive, especially when it came to his nipples, and his Alpha always took full advantage of that inside and out of the playroom — the little tingles turning into small jolts of pleasure that shot right down his spine and to his prick, making it twitch against his pudgy belly.