set me free

Because Harry isn't just dancing anymore. He's performing-and it's for Louis.

Those piercing green eyes lock on his like a challenge, like a dare, and Harry rolls his hips with slow, sensual precision, dragging his palm down the line of his abs, fingers grazing over his cock like he's showing off just how good he knows he looks. His smirk deepens when he sees the way Louis stares, like he knows exactly what's happening to the poor omega in the corner booth.

Louis grips the edge of the table, knuckles white, legs squeezed together under it. Heat rushes over him, makes his skin feel too tight, too flushed.

He should look away. He really, really should.

But he doesn't.

Or, the one where Louis' friends and sister promise him the best bachelorette party ever with absolutely no strippers. Except there is strippers and a certain green-eyed, curly haired alpha makes sure the night is one to remember.