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Harry took a seat on the small stone staircase leading into the courtyard to eat his lunch. He always ate alone on campus. He'd been going to a State college for the last two years, and it was three weeks into his third year. 

 

He tied his long, curly hair back in a bun, then dipped his chicken tender into his honey mustard packet, and took a large sip of his root beer. Watching everyone else around the courtyard was his favorite thing to do. He loved to people watch, and there was always plenty to see. 

 

It wasn't as if he was completely antisocial or anything, he just tended to prefer his own company. Having grown up in a rural area, he was used to it. Too many people in his vicinity at once always ended up overstimulating him, so he contented himself with observing the other students and faculty. 

 

Of course, this hobby also served another purpose. He justified watching Louis everyday so far this week without him knowing, by watching everyone else, too. He didn't want to be creepy, but the man was beautiful. Harry felt far too inferior to ever approach the dreamy TA from his Art History course. 

 

Harry had heard through the grapevine that Louis was gay. He also knew better than to hope for a second that that would mean the short, dark-haired, blue-eyed Adonis would even look at him twice. They must have been close to the same age, but Harry was certain the guy was at least a year or two older. 

 

The younger man watched the girls go by in packs, talking about boys and parties. Although he was gay, he always preferred to have girls for friends. While on the outside, he looked a little rugged, with his nearly all black and denim attire every day, and his tattoos and rather unfriendly-looking disposition, he had another side to him. 

 

Girls seemed to take to that side of him much easier than straight guys, plus they'd occasionally give him make-up tips and gift him pairs of panties that they bought that they didn't like or didn't fit. You wouldn't know it by looking at him, but Harry loved pretty things. 

 

As he sat there, lurking on people who were unaware of his existence, he loved knowing that no one would guess what was underneath his jeans. The red, silk thong with the lacy trim, supported his package in all of the right places, as his butt shifted to find a comfortable position on the stone under him. 

 

Just as he finished his last chicken tender, HE appeared, coming from the same route he has for the last few days, out of the East Wing, into the courtyard. Harry's heart skipped a beat when he saw Louis smile at another student passing by. 

 

Sometimes, he'd fantasize about what he might say to his crush, if he could muster up the nerve to talk to him, but he was far too timid. Someone as cultured and extroverted as Louis would never want a bookworm like Harry. He'd have no clue what to say. 

 

Harry sighed to himself, watching the TA brush off adoring girls that came up to him in droves, as he ate his sandwich at his usual table in the large enclosure. 

 

When Louis was finished with his food, Harry knew that meant he was about to leave for his 1:30 class, which was in another wing. 

 

The younger boy had followed him once or twice this week, but knew better than to make a habit of it. He wouldn't want to feel like he was stalking anyone, and definitely wouldn't want to make the guy feel uncomfortable. 

 

Getting up from the hard step that led to a door that no longer opens, he stretched a bit, his laurel tattoos peeking out of the bottom of his black v-neck sweater. In that instant, his green eyes, met Louis' icy blue ones. Harry's breath got caught in his throat. 

 

The other man was now staring at him. He must be confusing him for someone else, or looking at someone behind him, surely he wasn't smiling at Harry. Then again, the only thing behind him was that door. 

 

Louis hadn't spoken to Harry in class, except to hand him some papers to pass to the students behind him. Harry watched him like a hawk for any sign of interest or distaste, but he'd seemed rather indifferent to him.

 

Was he - no. No he wasn't walking over to Harry, after throwing his garbage in the bin several feet away from the curly-haired man. As he approached, Harry felt his face flushing already. His Teacher's Assistant was blinding him with his dazzling smile. 

 

"Hey. You've been watching me..." Louis said in a flirty voice. Harry couldn't move or speak. He was desperately trying to return the man's smile, but he was certain that his usual, defensive resting bitch face was all Louis could see. 

 

The older man arched an eyebrow, waiting for a response of any kind. Harry willed himself to make words come out, but he couldn't. 'You've been watching me'. Harry wasn't sure if the words were intentionally flirty, or if he was about to be provoked. 

 

"Oh um. I guess. Among others..." the curly haired man replied sheepishly. He looked at his feet, anxiety practically radiating off of him. Why did he have to be such a loser? Louis appeared perplexed by the vague, unusual response. "How would you know? If you haven't been watching me, too?" He heard himself ask in a much lighter voice, forcing his eyes off of the ground. 

 

Some part of his brain that didn't want to spend the rest of his life being a virgin, forced his expression to soften, and he actually managed to muster a up hesitant smirk. 

 

"Who said I wasn't?" Louis replied, clearly relieved that Harry gave him more to work with. He scanned the taller man's body over-obviously, and bit his lip. Harry knew he was turning a damning shade of red. He hated how easily he flushed. There was no way he could interpret that as anything other than flirting. 

 

'Come on! He's perfect! Look at those high cheek bones and sexy, red lips! Say something you fucking freak!' Harry's internal monologue screamed at him. The younger man returned his eyes to his feet, and cleared his throat anxiously. 

 

"Alright. Well, I'll see you around..." Louis said, visibly a bit put off after the long, awkward silence following his blatant advance. "I like your tattoos" he added, walking closer to Harry, invading his personal space by a few inches. "And your panties..." the older man whispered right next to his ear, close enough for Harry to feel his warm breath on his neck. 

 

Before Harry could even process what had just happened, the man of his dreams was gone. The comment nearly knocked the wind out of him. He liked his panties? He'd seen them, and didn't make fun? Maybe he even thought they were...sexy? 

 

He realized that unless Louis was talking about the small cross on his hand, he must have seen the laurels on his hips while he was stretching, and his underwear must have been peeking out. 

 

Harry cursed himself for being so fucking awkward. He hated how anxious he got around strangers, or anyone, really. 

 

Beyond frustrated with himself, he threw his head back in exasperation as he picked up his book bag, and headed towards his next class, in the opposite direction that Louis had just gone. 

 

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The next day, Harry was in an unbelievably good mood. He jerked off the second he'd gotten back to his apartment last night, and then twice more, thinking exclusively about the way Louis had said he liked his panties. 

 

After he got over hating himself for being basically catatonic, he was able to really appreciate the compliment, especially coming from such a manly man like Louis. 

 

The younger man wore a pretty, lacy, black thong with a pink bow in the front, under his jeans and black band t-shirt. 

 

When he sat in his now-usual seat in his Art History class, he pulled the lace up over his sharp, sexy hip bones, but pulled his T-shirt down tight over them, as well as his zip-up black hoodie. 

 

The professor, Dr. Oscars came in, but there was no sign of the blue-eyed man Harry had become nearly obsessed with. He watched the door, his leg bouncing in anticipation. He was certain Louis was there that day. He passed him driving in, not that Louis noticed, given he'd been distracted by something in the passenger seat. 

 

The short, bald professor told everyone he was handing back their essays on Abstract Concepts. He lazily did so, appearing to not want to be there today. He was usually much more upbeat, especially towards Harry. 

 

"Looks like you missed some key concepts. You'll do better next time, I'm sure" His teacher said, putting a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder as he handed him the essay with the huge, red 'D' on top. Harry looked up at the guy, confused. Who the hell got D's on an Art History essay? He hadn't missed any of the topics they'd gone over in class, Harry was sure. 

 

"Sir? I think this is...a mistake..." Harry said quietly as the professor moved on to the student in front of Harry. "This might not be my absolute best work, but there's no way it was that bad..." he added, trying to keep a respectful tone. His teacher looked back at the curly-haired boy and smiled half-heartedly. 

 

"I didn't grade these, Harry. It's Mr. Tomlinson's assessment. I have to submit what he gave me. Don't worry, though. It's only 10% of your grade, you'll make it up, and I'm grading your finals" Dr. Oscars said sympathetically, before turning his back to Harry once again. 

 

Harry looked at the paper in disbelief. That asshole! A 'D'? There was no way he'd done THAT poorly. Louis was going to get a piece of his mind about this. His face flushed with anger and a slight sense of betrayal. If he was flirting, why would he do this? 

 

Fuming-mad for the next hour and a half of the class, Harry kept his eyes trained to the door. In the last twenty minutes, Louis finally rushed into the lecture hall, apologizing to Mr. Oscars for being late. He explained that he was helping a student to the nurse, who'd appeared to be having an allergic reaction to something he didn't realize had peanuts in it. 

 

Mr. Oscars gave him a look up and down, but waved him on, continuing his lecture on the history of patterns. 

 

Louis took his usual seat in front of the room, and pulled a purple folder out of his bag. He flipped through two papers, and his eyes shot up, to meet a glowing pair of emerald ones, glaring back at him. 

 

Harry felt outraged, when he watched a smirk grow across the older man's face, and his eyes returned to the papers in the folder. 

 

The nerve of this guy. He'd given Harry a bad grade because he was such a terrible flirt? This had to be against some kind of rule, Harry was certain. For the remainder of class, the shy boy burned holes into Louis with his eyes, while the other man ignored him completely. 

 

After Mr. Oscars dismissed the class, Harry stayed seated until everyone but Louis had gone. Mr. Oscars sensed the tension in the room and apparently wanted no part of it, because he told Louis he'd see him at their 2pm class, smiled awkwardly at Harry, and rushed out just about as fast as Louis had burst in earlier. 

 

"I don't complain very often, but I also never get Ds. Especially on a simple Art History paper. Wanna explain to me what the hell this is about?" Harry decided to spit out after a few moments of painfully awkward silence. 

 

Louis looked up from the papers he was thumbing through and marking up. Harry wondered how many other Ds he'd given out that day. 

 

"You missed some key points, Mr. Styles. I'm sure that you'll do better next time" Louis replied absently. Harry was pissed. He stood up and walked out from behind his desk. 

 

"Well it's a stark contrast from all of my earlier work this semester. Everything else has been worthy of an A, until our little interaction yesterday. Any chance the two are related?" Harry challenged, crossing his arms over his chest. 

 

Granted, it was the beginning of the semester, and there had only been two other graded assignments thus far, but still. 

 

"Well, if they were, you'd have a hell of a time proving it, wouldn't you?" Louis responded, looking up again with a more menacing glimmer in his eyes. The blue irises scanned the younger boy, then he forced them back down to the papers once more. 

 

"This is bullshit" Harry muttered. "Whatever then. I can afford the D, even if I shouldn't have to. Don't fuck with me again, or I will figure out a way to prove it, asshole. I didn't do anything to you" Harry sneered, looking at his poorly graded paper like it was a dead bug. 

 

"Oh, chill out. Don't get your panties in a bunch, now, darling" Louis said seductively, checking Harry out again, who he found looked adorable and sexy when he was mad. "Where was this Harry yesterday, hmm? Could hardly form a sentence, now look at you, all high-and-mighty" he added, leaning back in his chair with his fingers laced behind his head. 

 

Harry flushed, and he knew it was happening. He was breathing hard, and desperately trying to swallow down the lump in his throat. Louis' satisfied expression didn't budge, while Harry tried to wrap his head around the man's words. 

 

"I'm not exactly a social butterfly. Sue me" Harry grumbled. "But I'm perfectly capable of standing up for myself, thank you. Might not be able to prove it, but I see right through your shit. This is an abuse of authority. In quite possibly its weakest form, but still. You were...flirting with me! I'm...not good at that shit. Shouldn't earn me a 'D' in Art History" he added sternly. 

 

"Come closer, Harry" Louis ordered, pulling a book out of his backpack. Harry gave him a skeptical look, but decided to obey. He watched the other man flip to a page in the middle of a grade book, and pointed to Harry's name. 

 

Harry grabbed it from his hands to study the small boxes up close. While he was distracted with that, Louis picked up the paper he'd marked with a D and began adding to it. What Harry saw in the grade book was confusing. 

 

"It says B+ for this paper..." Harry pointed out. Louis nodded, while still marking Harry's paper. 

 

"Wanted you to talk to me. Seemed like you wanted to, but were just...shy. Wasn't really gonna make a D stick to ya, whether you confronted me or not" Louis confessed. He held up Harry's graded paper, on which he turned the capital D into a capital B+ with a smiley face and a key distinction. One eye was a comma, for a winky face. 

 

Harry breathed a relieved sigh, then the butterflies took over his soul. His heart was about to thump out of his chest, and he was positive Louis could hear it. 

 

"O-oh. Um..." Harry stammered. Louis was smiling up at him, perhaps a little apologetically. "I-I am. Shy. Usually. I can be, anyway. Th-thanks for um...changing it. You don't have to do this to just talk to me though..." He added nervously, now feeling a little bad for his reaction, and threats. 

 

"I know. Just thought it'd...break the ice. Guess it was a bit over-the-top but..." Louis agreed, then licked his lips. "Couldn't get what you were wearing under your jeans, out of my head last night. You always look at me, but never say anything. While I love that I can tell what a submissive little bitch you are, was kinda fun to see this other side to you today" he added candidly. 

 

Harry couldn't believe his ears. Had Louis just said that? Heat was beginning to pool between his legs. 'Don't get hard, don't get hard, don't get hard' he willed himself. 

 

"O-oh I'm um..." Harry choked out. He genuinely couldn't think of what to say. His palms were getting all sweaty, and his stomach was getting nauseous. "I-I don't really know...who I am..." He admitted, taking both himself and Louis by surprise with his shockingly honest words. He opened his mouth as if to try to somehow take it back, but quickly closed it, deciding he'd likely only make it worse. 

 

"Well, we know that you, at the very least, know what you deserve as a grade in Art History" Louis said in a little more of a lighter tone, letting some of the smolder dim in his eyes, and replace it with genuine warmth. It'd made Harry giggle. 

 

"I guess we do" 

 

"We know that you're hot, you're quiet, but smart..." Louis went on. "And we know that you feel sexy in women's underwear. It's not a bad place to start" 

 

Harry barked a surprised laugh, literally almost going to fan himself with his hand, it was getting so hot in there. His flustered state seemed to amuse Louis. 

 

"Well, we know that you like red" Harry remarked. "And that you're full of shit about the student having an hour-long allergic reaction that you needed to tend to personally" he added teasingly. 

 

Louis chuckled lightly, giving Harry a playfully warning look. 

 

"That bad, huh? Fell asleep in my car after lunch" he grimaced, then laughed genuinely. Harry giggled. 

 

"Th-thank you for...showing me the real grade. Didn't mean to be a brat. I'm...glad you wanted to talk to me" He added, not wanting to leave Louis under the impression that he wasn't interested. 

 

"Mhm. Guess I'll let it slide, this time..." Louis said, then the sexy smolder returned. "Next time though, I'm taking you over my knee, Princess. Have a nice night. I'll see you tomorrow" he added, devouring Harry with his eyes, then peeling them off of him again to re-focus on his work. 

 

Harry's cock twitched at the bold statement. He cleared his throat while figuring out what he wanted to say. A devilish grin took over his face as soon as it came to him. 

 

"Have a good night..." He said, bending down to eye level with the older man, whose eyes shot up far easier than they'd just left him. "Daddy" he whispered, leaning in so he was speaking right into his TA's ear. When he pulled back and stood up, he winked. Louis suppressed a moan, but only hardly. He shifted in his seat a little, chuckling at himself. 

 

"See me after class tomorrow, Mr. Styles" he demanded, but in the light, flirty voice he'd been talking in. "Daddy's gonna show you exactly who you are."

 

With that, the younger man had to escape the room, before his boner escaped his pants. He let Louis see just a fraction of the excitement in his eyes, while turning his whole body to head up the stairs to the door leading out of the classroom. 

 

When he was out of the room, he let out a breath that he'd been holding since their interaction began, and smiled to himself. He then ran back to his studio apartment, clutching his books in front of him near his belt, the whole way there. 

 

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Louis laid awake that night in his spacious apartment right off of campus. He couldn't get the curly-haired boy from his Art History class out of his head. 

He felt a little bad that his move had upset Harry as much as it did. He didn't know anything about him. Except that he would kill someone to get another glimpse at the guy's lingerie.

Tossing and turning, thinking about their exchange, and what he'd called him right before he'd left, Louis started jerking off thinking of all of the dirty things that he wanted to do to Harry. 

Although the man had called him out for his position of authority over him, Louis didn't see it that way. He'd never ACTUALLY fuck with the guy's grades after all. If anything, he'd be more likely to help, than dock him any points. 

He promised himself that if Harry brought up any other concerns about the topic, they'd take a step back, and re-assess, but for now, all Louis could think about was the pretty boy's lips around his cock. 

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The early afternoon class that he shared with Harry couldn't come quick enough. He knew that he was being overly-ambitious, and he normally wouldn't come on so strong so fast, but there was a party this weekend that he was hoping he could get Harry to accompany him to. Time was a bit of the essence, which was why he'd given him the little push with the assignment. 

When Harry walked into the classroom, Louis looked up from his laptop and was sure his jaw actually fell open, when he saw the curly-haired man bouncing down the stairs. His hair was pulled back into a bun. He was wearing a black t-shirt, and black skinny jeans, and boy did it look good on him. 

Louis could have fallen out of his chair, when the man's fiery green eyes landed on him, and refused to look away first, like they usually would. He let a hint of a flirty smirk show, before taking his seat and busying himself taking his books and laptop out of his bag. Yes, he was seeing Louis after class, indeed. 

The class listened to Mr. Oscars ramble on in his seemingly never-ending lesson. Louis was desperately trying not to give Harry the satisfaction of looking at him too often. Every time he did, Harry's eyes would dart up, meeting Louis' with knowing and a bit of mirth behind them. 

By the time there were only a few minutes left of class, Louis was hellbent on not letting Harry catch him again. It took just about everything he had in him, but he managed, and now that everyone was gone, he was at an advantage again. 

Mr. Oscars left in the same hurry that he had the day before. Harry didn't move from his seat, and didn't know what to say at all, so he waited, becoming increasingly insecure, just like Louis wanted. 

"Come up here" Louis ordered, without looking up at Harry. He felt Harry's excitement from there, as he pushed away from his desk and approached the front of the room. "Good boy. I wanna ask you something, Princess..." he said, finally looking up at the physical god in front of him. 

"Um an-anything you wanna know..." Harry replied coyly, seemingly having lost his confidence burst from earlier. 

"Are you a virgin?" Louis asked knowingly, stroking his chin with his thumb and pointer finger, and leaning back in his chair. Harry's face reddened immediately, practically answering the question for him. 

"U-uh. With guys, yeah" Harry admitted. 

"That's just...so fucking perfect..." Louis responded. "Come here, want you to sit on daddy's lap" he said, pushing away from the desk a few inches and patting his thigh. 

Harry coughed, like he'd just inhaled saliva, then looked over both of his shoulders, before hesitantly walking around the desk to do as he was told, awkwardly taking a seat on the smaller man's lap. 

Louis knew that Harry knew that the door wasn't locked. Anyone could come in at any time, adding to the intensity of the moment. 

"Feel what you do to me, babygirl? Does it turn you on?" He asked, bucking his hips up and digging his stiff cock into the man's lower back. Harry either failed at, or didn't bother to try to tame the whimper that the move forced out of him. 

"Mmm. It does, daddy. Feel..." Harry moved Louis' hand from his upper thigh, to palm the outside of his jeans. When Louis felt Harry's hardening dick, he gasped lustily into the younger boy's ear. 

"Up. Ass on the desk" Louis commanded, patting the spot he'd just been working at for the last hour and a half. 

Harry sat on the wooden desk behind him, and Louis stood, then wedged himself between Harry's legs, before the younger man had processed what was happening. 

When Louis cupped his chin and looked at his lips, Harry made sure his absolute yearning for this, was visible in his eyes. 

In the next breath, the older man's mouth was on his. Harry instinctually pulled Louis closer, wrapping his legs around his waist and holding him where he was. Louis wasn't going anywhere though. He didn't hesitate to deepen the kiss, much to Harry's delight. 

Harry's hands travelled up and down Louis' torso, while their tongues slowly danced together, neither of them in any particular hurry. Even with the doors unlocked, it felt like the time and space surrounding them didn't exist. 

When Louis pulled away, Harry was sure the devastation showed on his face. He wasn't distraught for too long, though. 

"Mmm. Pull these down. Let me see your panties" 

Harry gave him a look of disbelief, but he pulled his skinny jeans down, shifting clumsily, trying to get the fabric out from under his butt, with Louis anchored where he was. 

"Fucking perfect, baby. So, so pretty..." Louis said, consuming every inch of Harry with his eyes, especially the lacy, black thong that was hardly holding his dick inside. 

"There's something else, daddy" Harry said, biting his lip, and looking up into the big, blue eyes innocently. Louis quirked an eyebrow. Harry took Louis' hand, and slid it under his t-shirt. The older man gasped when he realized he was feeling a bra hugging Harry's skin tightly. 

"All of it. Off. Except what's under" he demanded, pulling at Harry's shirt. 

The taller man was clearly nervous as all hell, he was practically trembling in Louis' arms. It didn't mean he wasn't gonna do as he said. He kicked his pants down the rest of the way, then pulled off his shirt to expose the lacy, matching bra in question. Louis cupped the right side like it was an actual boob. 

"Well, well, well..." Louis said, eyeing the man up and down, for the millionth time today. "You are something else, Princess. This looks absolutely incredible on you" 

Harry didn't hold back his radiant, smitten smile, and instead let Louis see his full, deep dimples. It forced a smile of matching energy from the older man. He'd visibly been unsure how the TA would respond to such a garment, and seemed relieved that Louis hadn't ridiculed him mercilessly. 

"Yeah, you know exactly who you are, don't you?" Louis growled, lust darkening his expression immensely. "Gonna be daddy's little slut, aren't you? Saved this virgin ass just for me, hmm? Gonna be a good girl for me, love?" He purred, stroking the outside of the coarse panties up and down the huge outline of Harry's cock. 

"Mmm! Yes. I'm your little slut. My virgin ass is all yours, daddy. Know who I want to be. Want you to show me...I'll be good. Do whatever you tell me..." Harry whined, rutting his hips up into the touch. 

Louis reached inside of the waist band, and started working his hand up and down the impressive-sized girth. Harry watched on excitedly, as he pulled the appendage out, and bent down to lick the pre-cum at the tip. 

"So wet for me, baby. Mmm daddy's gonna suck this big cock dry" 

The older man licked up and down the long shaft, not taking his eyes off of Harry's, even when they began to water, from how far he was taking him down. 

"Oh! Oh my fucking god. Feels so, so good" Harry panted, guiding Louis' head. "Please don't stop, daddy. I'll do anything. Just make me cum...so close for you already" 

Louis continued blowing him steadily, giving him an encouraging look with his eyes. Seconds later, Harry was splashing the back of his new daddy's throat with his jizz. 

"You're too good to me, daddy..." Harry whined, standing up after catching his breath for a moment. "Wanna taste you, Lou. Lemme suck your cock, daddy. I wanna be good. Wanna learn to make you feel good..." 

Louis threw his head back, and sat back on his rolling chair, opening his legs and gesturing to where Harry was looking, as if to say 'go ahead'. Harry excitedly got on his knees between Louis', and unbuttoned his pants, releasing the huge, leaking monster. 

Harry licked up and down hesitantly at first, looking to see if he was doing a good job or a bad job, before he'd even started. Louis gave him the same encouraging look as before, and Harry took the whole thing into his mouth, as far as he could go without gagging. The noise that it forced out from deep within Louis, was exhilarating. 

The younger man continued to bob up and down in Louis' lap, figuring out what pace he was reacting to, then sucking him off almost effortlessly. 

"Pull your bra open. Show me your tits" Louis demanded, his voice broken with lust. Harry didn't falter his pace at all, and did as Louis instructed, absolutely loving that he'd called them that. He began to swell again between his legs. 

"Good girl, baby. We're gonna have fun, you and I, yeah?" He praised, while guiding Harry's head with his hand. "I'm close. Gonna paint this pretty face with cum..." 

Harry stilled, and his lips popped off of Louis' dick when the older man pulled him away by his hair, keeping his fingers tangled in the messy locks, while he finished all over Harry's face, who was smiling, holding his mouth open and his tongue out eagerly. 

"That was so good baby" Louis praised, as he tucked his dick into his pants. Harry suddenly looked self-conscious again. He still had a slight smile, but it was fading. He crossed his arms over his chest, hoping for some kind of direction. "Let daddy clean this up for you, hmm? Then you'll wanna get dressed, so no one barges in and finds out what a little freak you are" 

Louis was momentarily blinded by the adoring smile Harry beamed right in front of him. He took off his own shirt and wiped Harry's face clean with the inside of it. Harry hurried to pull on his pants, then his t-shirt, now really feeling the urgency. 

"I um...that was fun..." Harry said, looking a little concerned, like he was worried Louis was going to tell him to get lost now that he'd gotten off. 

"What are you doing this weekend?" Louis asked. 

"No-nothing. Nothing that I can think of..."

"Well, there's a party. I want you to be my....date. Sort of. I'll...explain later, class is going to start up again soon" he said, glancing at the clock on the wall behind him. "Party starts at eleven. It'll be a late night" 

"S-sounds like fun..." Harry replied with a warm smile. 

"Give me your phone" Louis commanded. Harry handed it over without thinking about it, which satisfied Louis. "Text me if you wanna. Party is Friday night. On campus. Wear something slutty underneath whatever you're wearing" he said as he typed his number into a 'new message' box. He sent a text to himself, and handed the phone back over. 

"O-okay. Will do..." the taller man said, looking at his phone, seemingly awestruck. "T-thanks. Um. Guess I'll see you then..." he added, his eyes landing briefly on Louis' lips, like he wanted a goodbye kiss, but didn't know how it'd be received. 

"See you then, Princess" Louis winked, then sat back down behind his desk, after straightening out his pants. He watched disappointment and acceptance cross Harry's face, appeasing him once more. 

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It was Friday night, and Harry was so excited for whatever kind of party this was going to be. He couldn't care less about who else was going to be there. He was just elated that Louis had asked.

Since their extra-curricular activity earlier in the week, Harry couldn't get his TA off his mind.

Dressed in blue jeans and a semi-sheer burgundy button-up, Harry looked at himself in the mirror, opening his shirt to reveal the dark red, lace bodysuit underneath, with most of the mid-section missing on both the front and the back. He also had shaved his legs, and was wearing red, thigh-high fishnet stockings. His hair was flowing over his shoulders freely, his curls looking bouncy and healthy.

"Hello?" Harry answered when his phone rang. He'd saved the number as Louis, but he would have preferred to put it as 'daddy'.

"Hey, Princess. You ready to party?" The older man asked.

"Can't wait"

"Good. Meet me at the Stockade building in fifteen, 'kay?" Louis didn't wait for a response before blowing a kiss, then hanging up.

Harry couldn't breathe. He couldn't remember a time when he was more turned on than the other day, when Louis told him to sit on his lap. He was literally down for whatever, but he was a little worried about what kind of party this was.

Not wanting to seem too eager, he held off on texting Louis, as desperately as he wanted to. He'd been able to tell Louis wanted to kiss him goodbye too, but chose not to, to keep Harry on his toes. Two could play that game, Harry thought.

It turned out that he'd played himself a bit, because Louis hadn't texted either. They didn't have their class for the last two days, so Harry hadn't spoken to him since. The strangely cryptic words 'want you to be my date. Sort of'.

What was the gray area, exactly?

Buzzing with excitement, Harry left for the five minute walk to the Stockade building, smirking to himself, thinking about the present he had for his daddy, underneath the body suit.

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"Hey, gorgeous" Louis said, approaching Harry from the long, dark, empty hallway behind him. He was smiling brightly, and carrying a small-ish black box.

"Hey daddy" he replied, trying to contain his excitement. Louis walked up to him and gave him a big kiss.

The older man was wearing a tight, black v-neck, and dark gray jeans. His shiny, black, leather belt blended in, but also made Harry's mouth water, for reasons he couldn't identify.

It felt strange to be in the building together, especially so late. Every once in a while, Harry was sure he heard voices, but figured he was imagining things. It was definitely spookier at night, but was kind of also adding to the intensity.

"This is for you..." Louis said, handing Harry the high-quality black box. The younger man took it and opened it excitedly. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw what it was. "Don't have to wear it if you don't want, but it'll be clearer that we're together if you do. Never got a chance to explain where we're going..." he expanded.

Harry picked up the black, leather, studded dog collar, and looked at it in disbelief. He looked to see if Louis was going to elaborate further. The older man looked a little worried all of the sudden, making Harry's stomach churn with anxiety.

"It's a BDSM party. Invite only. Should be pretty small. There will be both students and faculty. I want you to...be my submissive. Does that...sound like fun to you?" He explained cautiously, watching Harry's reaction closely.

Harry took a moment to process, looking at the collar in his hand longingly. He wanted to put it on and never take it off.

A BDSM party was the last thing he would have guessed. Here? On campus? WITH faculty?

While he should have been a bit wary, perhaps asked some questions, after a few long moments, he felt himself nodding. He watched the other man's worried expression morph into one of pure joy. Louis smiled so warmly and brightly, Harry mistook him for the sun.

"Yes" he blurted out, still nodding. He held out the collar, then pulled his hair out of the way, so Louis could secure it around his neck. The inside was fuzzy and slightly padded, making it much more comfortable than it looked.

"Fuck, that looks good on you" Louis said, taking a step back, and scanning Harry's body. "Do you like it, baby?" He asked knowingly. Harry's bashful, adoring expression basically answered for him.

"I love it. Thank you..." Harry replied. He wished he could see it on himself.

"Let daddy see what you wore underneath" Louis ordered, looking at the button on his sternum, where the shirt plunged into a V.

Harry unbuttoned them all without looking away from the man who wanted him. He wanted him. He was bringing him to a party. Wanted him to be his sub. He didn't have an insane amount of BDSM knowledge, but from what he did know, his job was basically to listen to direction. He could do that no matter what.

"That...looks incredible" Louis said wondrously. Harry's cheeks warmed with embarrassment, but he couldn't have been happier. Louis' eyes darkened with lust, and he gripped his hand around Harry's throat lightly. "When we get inside, you're going to take off your shirt and pants, and follow me around wearing only this. You do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it. Any questions?"

"No, daddy. I'll be good. I'm...happy you wanted me to come" Harry replied.

"Good girl. You know your colors?"

"Of course, daddy"

Louis removed his hand from the taller man's throat, and cupped his chin with it. He pressed his lips to Harry's, then took his hand and led him down the hallway he'd come in from.

❧

Louis knocked on a wood door underneath the bleachers in the old gymnasium, which hadn't been in use since the newer one had been built in the next building over.

"Password?" a man's voice whispered.

"Dildo" Louis whispered back. Harry couldn't help but snicker. "What? It's still a college party" he laughed and shrugged at the juvenile code word.

The man opened the old, creaky, wooden door. He didn't look familiar to Harry, but he definitely looked like he'd be a student at the school.

The short, stocky guard led them down a set of about twelve stairs, in a corridor with concerte walls. When they reached the bottom, there was a chestnut double-door.

When the guard opened it, the room was dark, and only illuminated by dim, red light, like a dark room, but over a huge area. There was slow, sexy music playing lowly, but Harry could feel the bass thumping in his chest at the same pace as his heartbeat.

Louis handed the man standing directly behind the left side of the door a small piece of paper, presumably a ticket, and pulled Harry right inside, hardly acknowledging the guy's existence.

"Over here. I'll get us a locker" Louis said, pulling Harry by his hand.

When they were in the super old, musty locker room, it was flooded with the same red light, and they could hear the music faintly, but Harry couldn't feel it in his chest from here. There was so much going on, he didn't know where to look, as Louis pulled him down a long row of lockers.

Directly ahead, there was a man on his knees, in what appeared to be a speedo, with four other men surrounding him. He was sucking them off one at a time, unless of course one of the others started to get impatient, and tried forcing himself in alongside the other. The submissive man looked like he was in heaven, his eyes trained to look at each man above him intermittently, soaking up all of their attention.

Down a separate section of lockers, forking the walkway to the right, there was a guy in a miniskirt and nothing else, bent over the bench in the middle of the section. His back was arched, and he made eye contact with Harry, while his dominant fucked into him roughly. The man getting fucked winked at Harry, then started moaning louder than he had been.

The curly-haired man was in heaven. Seeing the state the other subs seemed to be in, he wasn't too shy to shed his clothes. After putting his jeans and shirt into the locker, he got a peek at himself in the mirror as Louis pulled him out to the main room.

The black collar looked killer with the sexy body suit. Harry felt beautiful. Louis looked at him like he was.

Louis dragged the other man along, and Harry realized they were actually on a dance floor, of sorts, anyway. There were probably 40 other people in the abandoned gym with them. Most of them were fucking, or otherwise engaged with the subs, but there were a few couples actually slow dancing.

One tall man had his sub, who was a woman, totally nude, while he was fully clad in a suit. He had his hands on her waist, and her arms clasped around his shoulders. She was wearing a mask, like she was at a masquerade. Her body was perfect. Harry envied her real, symmetrical, C-cup tits and her long, straight hair. She was looking up at her man lovingly, like he was the only person in the world.

"What do you think, Princess? Are we going to fit in here?" Louis asked, stopping at a wall towards the back of the room with the walls padded with rubber paneling. Harry then realized this was the old, old gym, which he didn't think existed anymore.

About a yard away from them, there was a boy about Harry's age, who was wearing a leather harness and nothing else, on his knees in front of a much, much older man. Harry recognized the guy as his Statistics 101 teacher from freshman year. The teacher didn't even look at him, he was so involved in what he was doing.

"I hope we do" Harry replied, biting his lip, and looking down at his swelling cock. Louis followed his gaze, then palmed the younger man on the outside of his lingerie. "Fuck, daddy. This is so hot. I'm glad you brought me..." He moaned lustily. He meant it, too. He never thought he'd ever be involved in anything like this, in real life, anyway.

"Mmm. I'm so glad you feel that way, baby. Want you to get on your knees next to me. Face the door we came through" Louis directed. Harry was a little confused, but wasn't about to question him. He got on his knees next to Louis, putting his back to the same wall that both dominant men were leaning against.

Nothing happened for a few moments. Harry continued to take in his surroundings.

While the room was huge and open, the way the sparse lighting fell, you could only see several feet in front of you in any given area.

There was a man to his right who was jerking off, watching the other two men next to them in their current state. Then, someone Harry recognized approached. His cheeks reddened and the tips of his ears began to sting.

"Tommo! You brought your own for once, hmm?" Niall, the blond, Irish football coach and geography professor said. His eyes locked on Harry, and he tilted his head to the side, trying to figure out how he knew him. Fortunately, the blond didn’t know him by his real name.

The man had no shirt, showing off his muscular torso, and was wearing tight, leather pants. He was holding a leash, which pulled a boy on his hands and knees behind him, who Harry didn't recognize, wearing a super slutty, two-piece maids outfit, black gloves, and knee pads.

"Yeah I did. Isn't she something, Nialler?" Louis asked, petting Harry's hair softly. Harry had no clue what he was supposed to do. His plan was to follow the other sub's lead, but when his master stopped walking, the raven-haired boy knelt up straight, dutifully at the blond's side, with his eyes trained on the floor.

"Sure is. Look at you, lovely" the blond said, shamelessly checking Harry out. He looked to the floor, hoping it wasn't obvious how much he loved the unsolicited attention. "Think your daddy here will let me take you for a spin sometime? I'd love to see all of you, beautiful"

Harry had no clue what was expected of him, so he didn't take his eyes off the ground. The comment was made more awkward by the fact that Niall had already seen all of him. Harry couldn’t tell if he knew that or not. After a second, Louis started petting Harry’s head assuringly.

"She is beautiful, hmm?" Louis responded. "She's new to this. I'm easing her in, but can tell she's a natural already, no? And I haven't even hit it yet, believe it or not, so no can do. Maybe next week, though, after Harry and I have gotten a bit more...used to each other"

Niall looked disappointed, but shrugged in acceptance. Harry's eyes wandered up to the other sub in front of him, who was looking up at his own daddy begrudgingly.

"Doesn't mean she can't slip into something more comfortable though, I suppose" Louis added, watching the exchange. Harry felt his semi re-stiffen, and his throat got white-hot with lust. "Get Zaynee out of his little costume, and Harry here will join him" he proposed.

Niall smirked wickedly. Harry was sure that is tummy would fall out of his ass, if it weren't currently plugged up. Louis wasn't going to have him get naked? Here? Was he? The younger man looked up at his daddy, who looked like he was closing a business deal.

"Well, that sounds fair, doesn't it Z? Come on, Princess. Harry here is new. Why don't you show him how to...let loose" Niall encouraged. Zayn gasped and looked like he might even protest, until Niall looked down at him impatiently, quirking an eyebrow.

"Yes, daddy" Zayn answered. He didn't look at any of the three men in front of him, as he pulled off the top of his costume. Harry watched, trying to make his eyes look as friendly as possible.

If they were in the same boat, he wouldn't mind having a friend to consult with from time to time. When Zayn pulled off the skimpy, black bottoms, his hardening cock twitched. He looked at Harry timidly, but smiled shyly when he was met with the kind, green eyes.

"Well, Princess? Don't wanna be rude now, do we? Give me a color" Louis said, nudging Harry's bicep with his hip.

"I'm green, daddy" Harry answered, loving the smile it earned from the man in control. "I'll do anything you tell me to. Would never want to be rude..." he added, reaching behind his neck, and untying the top half of the body suit.

His eyes bounced between Louis' and Niall's, avoiding Zayn's for the moment, but he wasn't even sure why.

If Niall hadn’t recognized him before, he was sure to now. The blonds eyes locked onto the dark butterfly in the middle of Harry’s abdomen and traveled down to the laurels across his hips.

The kneeling man watched as realization set in for Niall. Harry widened his eyes in a silent plea for him to keep his mouth shut. He even shook his head ‘no’ gently.

Niall initially appeared concussed, but must have wanted the face that they knew each other, to stay under wraps too. He quickly composed himself, nodding his head once before speaking.

"Sheesh, Curly..." Niall said, whistling lowly, watching Harry pull the remainder of the body suit down to his knees. Louis pet his head, then tapped his calf, right above the knee. Harry understood it as a silent command to lift one leg at a time, to take the whole outfit off. He did, without thinking too much about it, then handed the garment to Louis.

"What'd I tell ya? New to all of this, but listens to everything I say. The most obedient, eager-to-please, little bitch that I've ever seen. So looking forward to breaking you in, sweetheart..." Louis raved, pulling Harry's chin up to look at him at the end. "Look at that body, hmm? Someone's been eating their veggies..."

Harry giggled and looked up at Louis gratefully. He couldn't believe he was kneeling naked, next to his TA, in front of two practical strangers, but that realization made him certain there was nowhere he'd rather be.

The straps of his thigh-high fishnets were digging into his calves slightly, but not uncomfortably. He looked to see if Louis wanted those off, too. The way the older man was admiring his last article of clothing told him he'd prefer they stay on.

"Well, I've gotta go find Shawn. Was gonna share Z with him for the night. Darren left" Niall said, tugging on Zayn's collar. "Sorry Zaynee. Louis has a new plaything for the night. Maybe you can ask him to fuck you next time...don't be rude now, say good night to Louis and his new pet" he said to the submissive man at his feet.

"Goodnight Mr. Tomlinson. See you in class Monday. Goodnight, Harry. Glad you have Louis as a daddy. Hope we get to have a play date sometime" Zayn said, looking Harry up and down aggressively.

Harry was caught off guard by the entire exchange. Still, he didn't want to be rude, and both of the other men were attractive as fuck. He wasn't sure how to feel about what Niall had just said to Zayn, but wasn't about to kick up a fuss in front of them.

"Good night, Mr. Horan. Good night, Zayn. I like your costume. I hope so too..." Harry said flirtatiously.

"Oh. Here. You should have him where you can see him, after last months shit, I'm not taking chances" Niall said. He pulled a long chain out of his pocket, confusing Harry, until he realized it was the same one Niall was actively holding in his hand, with the end attached to the collar around Zayn's neck.

Once Louis took the chain from him, Niall pulled Zayn along by his own. Harry watched the raven-haired boy crawl away on his hands and knees. He couldn't peel his eyes off of his bare ass.

"You are such a good girl..." Louis praised, looking down at Harry affectionately. The unexpected compliment sent Harry's confidence surging. "You like that, hmm? How would you like a choice for how the next twenty minutes go?" He asked in a slow, sexy voice.

"I'd like to hear the options, daddy"

"Well, you can let me parade your slutty little ass around this gymnasium, crawling like a bitch at my feet..." Louis replied. "Or...you can do exactly that, then let me take you to my apartment, after we've had a walk-through and a drink..." he added, rubbing soothing circles between Harry's shoulder blades.

Harry loved the idea. He wanted to crawl next to Louis, at his command, the way he'd just watched Zayn do for Niall. There was only one thing he was worried about, and figured he'd air his concern while he had the chance.

"I'd love for you to show me off, daddy..." Harry said honestly. Louis beamed. "But..I just...I didn't know what kind of party this was going to be. Didn't really expect anyone to see me on my hands and knees, besides hopefully you, of course..."

Louis looked at him quizzically, not understanding at all.

"I um...I wasn't lying when I told you I haven't slept with any guys..." Harry continued. "But...doesn't mean that I don't know what I like. I um...I wore something else for you. I just wanted you to know that before I let anyone else see. I'll do as you say, daddy. No problem. Just...didn't wanna blindside you, I guess..." he confessed.

Louis' jaw flexed. He was visibly growing impatient, and urged Harry to elaborate with his eyes.

Instead of explaining himself any further, the younger man fell onto his palms on the glossy, wooden floor under him. He arched his back, and crawled out a few feet away from Louis, praying the other man could see what he wanted to show him from there.

"O-oh...you...you wore this...for me?" Louis stammered, dumbfounded. Harry looked behind him, bit his lip, and nodded. "That is...so fucking sexy. Forget the choices. Pull the bodysuit back on. Now" he demanded. His nostrils flared, and Harry's stomach flipped with anxiety. He got back on his knees, then took Louis' outstretched hand to help pull himself up to stand.

Now terrified, Harry tied the top part of the suit around his neck, and waited for instruction.

"Good girl, baby. We're in a hurry, now. Gonna go back to the locker room and get your things, but you're not wearing your clothes out of here. Only this. I live two minutes away. You're spending the night, and I'm going to fuck you. Nice and slow. Any objections?" Louis laid out the rest of the evenings plans. Harry was absolutely delighted, and shook his head 'no' violently in response to the objections.

Louis latched the chain onto Harry's collar while the taller man was still standing. He then pulled him along into the locker room they'd just left about a half hour before.

Harry grabbed his things, then Louis rushed him out of the secret hideaway, through the dark, creepy building, and into the parking lot. They jumped into his 2020 Volvo, and drove off.

Harry was still rock fucking hard.

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Chapter Text

"Red or white?" Louis asked, once he'd pulled Harry up to his apartment by his leash. Harry looked at him, confused, until Louis held up the two different colored wine bottles.

"Red. Please" he answered timidly. Louis nodded. He then turned on a Bluetooth speaker, which was forcing out music that was a bit heavier than in the party, but still had a sexy beat.

When Louis handed Harry his glass of wine, he tapped it with his own. He couldn't get over how incredible Harry looked, or how perfectly he'd behaved at the party. Adding in the plug he'd put inside himself of his own accord, and Louis wasn't sure how he hadn't blown his load in his own boxers.

"Why did you wear the plug, Harry?" Louis asked directly, speaking in a more serious tone than Harry had ever heard from the shorter man.

"I um...I guess I wanted to...be ready for you. Wanted to...please you. Make you happy, daddy..." Harry answered honestly. Louis grunted, but Harry couldn't tell if the sound was positive or negative.

"So, so slutty of you, Princess. Take it off again. Now..." Louis ordered sternly. Harry sucked in a shocked breath, but once again untied the string of the lingerie regardless.

He pulled the whole thing off at once, and stood there, bared completely, for Louis to devour with his eyes, while observing him fully clad.

"Was I bad, daddy?" Harry asked. He meant to sound sexy, flirty, but he knew he actually sounded desperate and pathetic.

"No, no. You were...almost too good, Princess..." Louis answered, admiring the entirety of Harry, now that he had him alone. "I can't believe you plugged yourself. I've...never actually seen anything sexier. Pretty slutty...especially for a virgin..." he added, stepping up to Harry and planting a fat, wet kiss on his collar bone, right under the collar he'd gifted him.

Harry let out the lightest, weakest moan. His dick was begging for friction, as the older man continued to tease him with kisses and nibbles.

"It's like I said, daddy. Wanted to be ready. For you. Specifically you. I dunno what you want from me. Especially after seeing that party. I'm so far out of my element. But...I don't care. I just know that I still desperately want you to fuck me. Will you? Please, daddy?" He begged, resting his hands on the smaller man's hips.

Louis moaned weakly and started nodding. He cupped the taller man's chin and started kissing him intently.

"Gonna fuck you, Princess. Want you so bad. Daddy's gonna take such good care of you..." he said while unbuckling his belt.

He pulled Harry by his leash towards his bed in the sizable, open apartment. The queen-sized bed was neatly made, making the younger man wonder how Louis afforded such a nice place.

Harry pulled at Louis' tight, black v-neck, and Louis ripped it off of himself.

"Want you on your hands and knees. Let's see that desperate hole, honey" Louis ordered. Harry was obsessed with the way the older man was looking at him, and hurried to do as told, wanting to be good. "Good girl baby. Gonna take this out. Relax now..." he gently pulled on the plug, until the strong muscle gave it up.

Harry felt so vulnerable, so exposed. He'd just gotten naked in front of a room full of his peers. He was about to get fucked by his TA, who he barely knew, but was utterly taken with.

"Beautiful..." Louis said softly. He pressed a thumb inside of the gaping hole, then bent down to lick a stripe up Harry's crack. The younger man belted a moan from his diaphragm, not bothering to hold anything back. This is exactly what he'd wanted for some time.

Louis' tongue circled his stretched rim, delicately flicking in and out of the open entrance.

"Fuck, daddy"

"What do you want, baby?"

"Your cock. Want you to stuff me full. Want you to use me to make yourself cum, daddy. Be so good for you" Harry whined, while Louis feasted on his fluttering hole.

Louis gasped at how obscene the supposed virgin was. While he had a strict 'no emotions' policy with anyone he was this intimate with, he could genuinely see Harry being an exception. His eagerness to please, his submissiveness, the way he knew what he liked without experience. It all drove the older man wild.

"Gonna fill you up, baby. Lay on your back" he ordered, deciding he wanted to look at the boy. "Gonna fuck you raw, okay princess?" Louis asked cautiously, now gently scissoring Harry's hole with his middle and pointer fingers.

"Okay, daddy" Harry agreed. Louis scanned his eyes for any sign of discomfort. Harry nodded encouragingly, looking excited. "Take me how you want me. I'm yours" he added.

"Do you want a third?" He asked before removing his fingers. Harry shook his head 'no' before Louis finished speaking.

"Just want you. Please, Lou..."

Louis smashed his lips into the submissive man's, while his torso blanketed him completely. Harry bucked his hips up after feeling his daddy's hard-on against his own. He just wanted the man inside of him.

Lining his slick cock up between Harry's legs, Louis began to ease himself inside. He alternated between kissing the boy passionately, and looking deep into his eyes, trying to make sure the pain wasn't too much for him.

"Mmm" Harry whimpered, when Louis was about half way in. The younger man's eyes got wider and he sucked in a sharp breath.

"Alright, gorgeous?" Louis asked, pausing for Harry to adjust.

Harry nodded, and craned his neck up for another kiss. While the stretch was painful, he knew his body. He'd never been fucked by a guy before, but he was well-versed in the world of sex toys. It was only a matter of time until it started to feel good.

When Louis began pressing inside steadily again, Harry made himself relax, and was able to take the rest of the monster organ relatively painlessly.

"Fuck. So tight, baby. Feels so good..." Louis moaned, watching Harry's pained expression turn into a more lustful one by the second.

"Mmm. Move. Please" Harry cried, digging his nails into Louis' back, trying to claw the man closer, knowing it wasn't possible.

Louis pulled back to look into Harry's eyes while he started thrusting his hips slowly, but steadily. The dim-lighting and sensual music, combined with how sweet Louis was being, made Harry feel relaxed and secure. He gazed back into his new daddy's eyes adoringly.

Louis felt something he'd never quite felt before, while fucking into the sweet, shy boy below him. The innocent, trusting look he was giving him drove him wild, just as much as it terrified him.

"You like that, hmm?" Louis purred into his ear, then licked from the top of his collar to the bottom of his hairline, making Harry throw his head back. "We're gonna get along just fine, me and you" he added, burying his face in the crook of Harry's neck so he wouldn't see him cheesing so fucking hard.

The little bit of wine Harry had, had gone straight to his head. He was feeling relaxed and light-headed, and was getting a little sleepy. Louis pounding perfectly into his prostate was starting to get overwhelming.

"Oh fuck, I love it! Right there, daddy. Please don't stop" Harry whined. Louis pinned both of Harry's wrists to the bed on either side of him, anchoring himself so his aim wouldn't falter.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?"

"Yes. Mmm, I'm so close. Feels so fucking good"

Louis watched Harry's euphoric face through his entire climax, which brought him right over the edge of his own.

"Good girl, Princess. Now daddy's gonna fill you with cum..."

Harry nodded encouragingly, excited by the sinful words, still trying to catch his breath.

When Louis stilled inside of him, Harry was in almost a trance, feeling the warm liquid spread through the lower part of his abdomen.

The older man pecked his lips again, then fell onto his back next to Harry.

Harry turned to study Louis' face, who kept his eyes on the ceiling for a few moments.

They laid there like that until Louis abruptly stood up. He walked off wordlessly to the bathroom, and Harry worried he'd done something wrong.

He was only more confused when Louis returned seconds later with a wet washcloth. Until the smaller man was wiping him between his legs with it, he didn't understand what he was doing.

Harry then watched on curiously. The tiny portion of himself that wanted to protest was way overshadowed by the part of him that loved being taken care of.

Smitten, Harry giggled when Louis looked up at him while drying him with the other side of the cloth.

The dimply smile forced the corners of Louis' own lips to turn up. When Harry tilted his head to the side, Louis rolled his eyes playfully. He laid back down next to Harry on his side, getting under the covers with him and propping his head up by his elbow.

"So. You seem pretty...aware. For a supposed virgin. Find it hard to believe that was your first time" Louis said, his voice still a little hoarse from the deep, heavy breaths that had finally slowed. "What's the deal? You had a girlfriend until recently, or something?" He asked.

Harry giggled mischievously. There was something big that his new daddy didn't know, and he wasn't quite sure how he was going to receive it. He decided to wait for a better opening, to drop such a bomb.

"Uh...had one. Ended it right after high school though. I'd known who I was for a while, but I guess I got caught up in...trying not to be" he told him. "Sex was...fine. Good even, sometimes. But...I'd kissed my friend down the street when I was sixteen. I knew after kissing him, that kissing her would never come close, as much as I genuinely did like her..." he added.

Louis seemed amused by the admission, but hardly shocked. He even yawned.

"Why haven't you dated since coming here then? Seems like the perfect place to get some...experience" he asked.

"Um. Guess that's kinda hard to answer..." Harry said, suddenly feeling nervous.

When his stomach twisted with anxiety, like it was in that moment, he'd usually totally clam up. The wine and oxytocin combo was making him much chattier than he was used to being.

"I'm pretty focused on school right now. Plus my job can be...demanding. I'm not great with people when it's face-to-face like this..."

Louis cocked his head to the side, now looking fascinated. He willed Harry to expand with his eyes.

"I like...being pursued. Someone to take the lead, let me know they're into me. I don't like games. Think I tend to put people off, coming across as...reserved. Up-tight. Disinterested, even. But...when you get to know me, thats not the case at all" he added, unsure what it was Louis even wanted to know.

"So I've noticed" the older man teased. Harry breathed a laugh. "So...where do you work?"

Harry was certain his face flushed immediately. He knew he had to tell him. There were too many ways he could easily find out, especially after seeing the older man's apparently-regular scene.

"I uh...don't...I'm...um...." Harry stammered, and started anxiously flicking at a cuticle. He put all of his attention on the rogue fingernail, and let his voice trail off.

Louis sat up a bit, clearly officially intrigued. Harry ran an anxious hand through his hair, and dared a glance up at him. The other man quirked an edgy eyebrow, just like Niall had to his sub, hours before.

"I uh...work from home..." Harry spat out.

"Doing?" Louis asked, his voice harboring some annoyance and urgency that Harry didn't quite understand.

"Um...guess you could call it...online entertainment..." he said timidly, worried Louis was going to be angry.

The older man didn't look pleased at all. His deep, blue eyes absolutely glowered at Harry, and he figured he understood what he was trying to say.

"The kind that you have to be eighteen and over for?" Louis inquired. The energy in the room had shifted completely. It was now super tense and awkward.

Harry could feel himself shutting down. Still, just wanting to get the conversation over with, he nodded and swallowed hard, suddenly finding the air too thick to breathe.

The older man looked stunned. Harry was mortified. Louis' jaw flexed at the confirmation, and his nostrils flared. Harry didn't know what to say. They knew nothing about each other. For all he knew, Louis could be a serial killer with seven other student's bodies buried under his floorboards.

Feeling antsy, the taller man sat up in the bed. He was seriously contemplating leaving. This wasn't going well, and as much as he liked Louis, he was also incredibly intimidated by him.

"So, thats why you seem so...experienced" Louis observed aloud. His voice still had a hostile ring in it. Harry nodded silently again. Louis took a deep breath, which Harry couldn't identify as a good or a bad sign.

"Y-Yeah. Um...just...something to pay the bills. Not like I...like anyone on there or anything. Someone suggested I try it. That was about two years ago now. I'm uh...I'm...go-good at it" he added, stammering towards the end, when rage flashed in Louis' eyes again. Harry decided to shut up there.

After an extremely excruciating silence, Louis' expression suddenly softened, when he saw how anxious Harry looked. He still appeared angry, but also somewhat confused now.

"Why do you look terrified?" Louis asked directly. Harry couldn't speak. The man's bluntness only increased his anxiety. Louis was just so damn confident, with everything he did and said.

"I-I um. Well...I'm...um...." Harry fumbled over his words, torn between trying to give Louis the speedy, certain kind of response he was clearly hoping for, and trying to figure out the answer himself, before he offered it up. "You asked why I was a virgin, yeah?" He asked. Louis nodded, but eyed him skeptically. "Th-this...is why. I'm um...I guess...you could say...I'm easily intimidated..." he answered, letting his voice trail off.

Confusion was now the much more prominent emotion reading on Louis' face. Harry took a deep breath for the first time in what felt like minutes, now that the air thinned out just a little.

"By...?" Louis decided to follow up.

"By um...by...guys. Hot ones. Ones I...ones I like, especially..." Harry replied earnestly. He felt the tips of his ears get hot, and was sure his face was the same color of deep red as Louis' sheets. Worried he'd said way too much, he chewed at the now-aching cuticle again.

Just when he thought Louis was going to get the immediate ick, and think of an excuse to get rid of him, the older man smiled.

It was a bright, genuine smile. A sunshine smile, like Harry had been so taken with before the party.

"You're too cute, Haz. You don't have to be afraid of me" Louis assured. Harry let out a long, shaky, relieved breath, and chuckled at himself. "None of my business, anyway. Was just curious" he added.

Harry wasn't quite sure why, but the last part kind of hurt his feelings. None of his business? He wanted it to be his business.

"Guess we don't know much about each other..." Harry replied. "Um...what...do we...like...do now? Like...um...do you want me to go?" he asked nervously. Louis gave him a quizzical look.

"Uh...do you want to go?" He asked.

Harry shook his head 'no' gently. Louis reached up and grabbed his hand, pulling it away from the younger man's mouth.

"That's a bad habit, Princess" he scolded. "I don't want you to go, no. I'm having a nice time" he added, making Harry's whole face light up with pure joy. Louis smiled back for a brief moment, but then his face fell. "I uh...probably shoulda said something before...all of this. I don't do boyfriends. I seldom see the same guy twice. So...not even sure what you were hoping for. But...just wanted you to know now, I guess" he added.

For the first time since he'd met him, Louis was the one who looked nervous for a moment. He gauged Harry's reaction to his confession closely.

The slight hurt in the younger man's chest that the 'none of my business' comment made, was now almost a throbbing heartache.

The smile was gone from his mouth and eyes. He'd never been good at hiding his emotions. He hadn't necessarily expected to become overnight boyfriends, or anything. But he was hurt that it didn't sound like Louis was interested in seeing him after tonight.

"No worries" Harry said. His voice was much colder than he meant it to be, and he could tell that Louis could tell he'd offended him. The taller man peeled the covers off of himself and stood. He was still dripping cum from his ass, and needed to go home before he started crying in his TA's apartment.

Without another word, he ran out to the living room, located his clothes, and darted into the bathroom.

Once inside the sizable water closet, he looked at himself in the mirror.

Virginity was just a concept. He knew that, logically. By actual virginity standards, he hadn't even technically been one when he met Louis.

He'd shamelessly begged the guy to fuck him, so he didn't know what he had been expecting, but he knew he couldn't hide his disappointment.

The younger man realized that while Louis was figuring out how he was going to shake the clingy virgin he'd brought home, Harry had been picturing getting to know him better.

The second they finished fucking, Harry was fantasizing about doing it again. Now, Louis was basically telling him that wasn't going to happen.

Unable to spend the night with someone who didn't actually want him there, Harry hurriedly got dressed in the outfit he'd arrived at the party in. He left the skimpy body suit on the floor in Louis' living room where he'd discarded it.

Before he could think too hard about what had just happened, he opened the bathroom door. He'd been planning to just escape, to spare both himself and Louis a painfully awkward departure, but Louis was now sitting on the couch in his boxers, sipping his wine. He looked at Harry cautiously.

"I'm uh...I'm gonna go. I've got loads of homework, and should probably do some real work. This was fun, though. Thanks for bringing me to the party" Harry explained. Louis looked confused, and possibly a little upset. "You uh...you have my number. Hit me up if you wanna do this again, I guess" he added, rushing towards the door.

"Wait. You're leaving?" Louis asked, sounding almost alarmed. "Thought you were gonna...stay? Is it because of what I said?" He asked. Harry breathed a humorless laugh, then felt a little bad about it when he saw Louis' sad, pleading eyes.

"No-not entirely" Harry answered too honestly. He sighed deeply. "I just...I don't even know. Think I'm just too tired. Been a long night. I'll...I'll just...see you in class" he muttered, turning the knob on the front door.

"Harry? Don't go. Sleep here" Louis said simply. Harry shook his head and opened the door.

"I-I'm uh. I'm sorry. I gotta go" he replied. Without another word, he slipped out of the door, into the hallway of Louis' apartment complex, and into the parking lot.

He knew where he was, but it was at least a fifteen minute walk back to his place, and his phone started buzzing in his pocket. When he saw Louis' name on the screen, the tears he'd been holding back surfaced, then spilled over the brim of his eyelids.

He declined the call and started walking home hurriedly.

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Louis was totally dumbfounded by Harry's hasty departure. He knew he should have told him about his no boyfriend rule before he slept with him. The last thing in the world he wanted was to hurt the sweet guy. He just had serious commitment issues, and selfishly loved how effortlessly Harry gave him his first time.

If there were anyone in the world that could get Louis to consider getting to know him on a deeper level, it was Harry. But as gorgeous, kinky, and perfect as he seemed, his admission about what he did for work had put Louis off.

He wouldn't describe himself as controlling, but he was fiercely protective of anyone he remotely cared about. Finding out that Harry did some kind of sex work online raised Louis' guard up high.

Harry having never been with a guy was exactly what Louis was looking for. He had no clue to feel about a plethora of virtual dudes jacking off to whatever Harry did for them.

Louis was so protective, that it was happening now, made worse by the fact that Harry had left and he declined his call. He wouldn't be able to sleep tonight if he couldn't make sure he'd made it home safe.

Worried he'd scare the skittish boy off if he blew up his phone, he decided to just send one honest text.

L: please let me know when you're home safe. I won't bug you after that, I just need to know that you’re home.

He sent the text, then paced back and forth, making himself more and more anxious the more he thought. When it'd been over twenty minutes, and he hadn't gotten a text back, he started getting dressed to go look for him. Thankfully, his phone buzzed just as he was pulling on his shirt.

H: home safe. bug me all you want

Louis sighed with relief, physically clutching his chest and pouring another glass of wine. Not knowing what to reply to that, he didn't for a moment.

Now that he knew Harry was safe, he could take a minute to think before reacting. How would he feel if he were Harry right now?

One of Louis' more shocking traits was his ability to put himself in other people's shoes. Just because he exercised it rarely, didn't mean it didn't exist.

If he were Harry, he thought, he'd be hurt by Louis being so candid about his little rule, after he'd already had him. He also wondered if he was embarrassed after telling Louis what he did for work, knowing that he hadn't hid his feelings about it well.

While Louis knew that was all reasonable, the boy had also thrown himself at him, with very little pressure applied from Louis. It's not like he'd promised him anything deeper. And he'd tried not to let the rage and jealousy about Harry's occupation show, but he knew he wasn't entirely successful.

Watching Harry squirm, worrying that he'd turned Louis off with his admission, was what made Louis need to clarify his expectations in the first place. He didn't want to be as riled up about it as he was. What he didn't realize until now, was the fact that he was lying to himself, more than he was withholding information from Harry.

When he finally thought of a good response, his thumb hovered above the blue arrow, before landing on send.

L: i would have preferred to bug you here

Over ten minutes went by before he got a response.

H: i really did have a nice time. sorry i left like that. going to sleep soon. night 😘

Louis read and re-read the text, getting more and more frustrated at the neutrality behind the words, each time.

The little shit was beating him at his own game, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Worse yet, he realized that at this realization, he was standing in his living room, cheesing at his phone like a god damn fool.

❧

The pair didn't have class together until the following Tuesday. It had been three long days since Harry had last texted Louis.

The older man knew that the ball was technically in his court, but he couldn't help but feel a little resentful that Harry had left it there.

The way he’d looked at him when he said that about never seeing the same guy twice, he looked like Louis had just asked him for a hundred bucks.

Louis was a bit of a scattered mess that morning, knowing he was about to see the curly-haired man. He avoided the courtyard where he'd first approached him this semester, purposefully.

When he saw a waterfall of chocolate curls walk through Mr. Oscar's doors, his heart nearly stopped. No one had had this kind of effect on the man since he was eighteen.

His eyes caught on the other man's emerald ones immediately. Harry was trying to look cool, calm and collected, but the adorable shade of pink he turned right before Louis' eyes, gave him away completely. He was full of shit.

Realizing he was a second away from smiling at the thought, Louis forced his eyes down on the papers he'd been grading.

The class went on for an eternity and a half. Louis kept trying, and failing, at keeping his eyes off of the other man. He was satisfied however, at the fact that Harry was already looking at him every single time he looked up.

When the two hours were over, Mr. Oscars left in his usual hurry, giving Louis some quick instruction on what he wanted him to do for the class he was covering that evening, on his way out.

"Get over here" Louis demanded in a deep, authoritative voice, snapping his fingers and pointing at the floor next to him, the second the door clicked closed.

He heard Harry gasp lustily from where he was seated in the third row of the amphitheater-style lecture hall. The younger man shot up out of his seat, like someone else was pulling his strings.

When Harry was stood right in front of him, awaiting direction like the good little bitch he was, Louis cursed himself for not thinking about what he'd do if the command was obeyed.

"Bend over. Hands on the desk" Louis ordered, thinking with his dick. His voice was stern and cold. Harry did as he said, bending over and resting his hands on each side of the end of the silver desk.

Louis stood up, reached around the taller man's waistline and unbuttoned his jeans. He felt no signs of protest as he pulled them down to Harry's knees. Louis' mouth watered at the sight of the light blue, satin thong between his cheeks.

"Count" Louis ordered. He laid five hard, stinging slaps down on each of Harry's ass-cheeks, while the younger man counted aloud.

"NINE! TEN!!! OH, FUCK! Thank you daddy..." Harry whimpered, keeping his position in place. Louis gently pulled Harry up straight by the back of his t-shirt collar.

"And what were those for, Princess?" He questioned. Harry's eyes were a little glossed over. His pupils were blown and he was having a hard time taming his smile.

"Um...for...leaving the other night?" Harry asked, looking like he was expecting it to be the wrong answer, given how simple it was.

"And...?"

"And for telling you to bug me, then going to bed?" He asked like a question.

"Good girl" Louis praised, letting go of Harry's shirt, and taking a seat at the desk again. "Sit" he ordered, patting his lap. Harry did as told.

Looking at the younger man's slightly scared, but wildly turned-on eyes, Louis realized he might have been in deeper than he thought. He ran his hand up and down Harry's exposed thigh, his pants still pooled around his ankles awkwardly.

"What are we going to do with you, hmm?" Louis mused. Harry didn't say anything. "Tell me, Princess. How much money did you make, running off and showing your slutty, fucked-out hole to the random pervs paying for it, hmm?" He growled.

Harry stuck his tongue in his cheek, trying to stop himself from smirking. Louis pulled his face down to look him in the eye.

"A thousand bucks, daddy. For an hour of my time" he replied, a little smugness in his voice. Louis felt his blood boiling.

"And what did you do for him, during the hour you were supposed to be spending with me?"

"Um. Put on one of my slutty outfits. Watched him jerk off, mostly" Harry replied. "When he asked about my collar, I told him about you. And then showed him what you did to my greedy, little hole" he added with a teasing twinkle in his eyes.

"What did you tell him about me" Louis demanded, looking less than amused. Inside, he had butterflies.

"Told him about the party. Told him we had sex. That you popped my cherry..." Harry said, his voice becoming increasingly slow and sensual.

He then stood, and straddled Louis in his chair.

"Then told him how you don't do boyfriends. That at best, you'd only wanna do what we did one more time..." he continued, looking directly into the other man’s eyes.

Louis was frozen. Harry was suddenly oozing confidence. It was intoxicating to watch, while he rutted his hips into the older man.

"So I told him that I left. Told him I was worried I'd catch feelings, and you wouldn't reciprocate them. Tale as old as time, you know..." he continued teasing. "Do you wanna know what he said, daddy?"

"Yes" Louis replied immediately, then swallowed hard.

"He said it was your loss. That now that I wasn't a virgin anymore, I was going to REALLY...come out of my shell, so to speak. He told me that you're emotionally unavailable, and only likely to hurt me. That I shouldn't waste my time chasing you around, or waiting for you to want me..." he went on. "Told me he'd treat me right. That he'd be my daddy...he'd take care of me. Anything I needed...Because I'm just oh, so special..."

"He what?" Louis growled, through clenched teeth. Harry giggled playfully.

Louis put his hands on Harry's waist, and moaned weakly when the younger man started kissing and licking his neck.

"You wanna know what I said, daddy?"

"Tell me. Now."

"I said that I can’t. That I already have a daddy. That whether you want me or not, I'm yours, Lou. Because despite how big of an absolute slut I am, I'm a loyal slut. I told you I'm yours to do with as you please, daddy. I tend to mean what I say. If you wanna use me one more time, and then never talk to me again, I'd be absolutely delighted for the opportunity.

“If not, I'll happily back off, and just admire you from afar...Just like I'd been doing before you ever saw my panties, daddy…”

Louis bucked his hips up into Harry’s thigh. He was listening to the boy, with awestruck eyes and his mouth agape.

“I'm sorry I was such a brat. Please. Please make me cum…" Harry started begging without shame, while grinding his ass down onto Louis' lap.

Louis was completely lost for words. He couldn't breathe, he was so turned on. Harry was being so sexy, so perfect, so absolutely what Louis wanted and needed. Someone who stuck by him no matter what. Someone he was so sexually compatible with that it didn't seem real.

"Are you wearing what I think you're wearing?" Louis asked. He didn't wait for a response, and instead ran a finger down Harry's crack, where the satin cloth hugged tight to the silicone plug.

"Mhm. Just for you, daddy. I didn't know this was going to happen. I still wore it just in case. Because I'm such a good girl. Because I just wanna be ready for you to use. Please. Please...don't leave me like this. Fuck me right here, daddy. Fuck me up against the desk. Don't let this ass go to waste, hmm? There are people who would be SO grateful for even a glance at it in real life..." Harry pleaded in his slow, needy voice.

"Yeah? You want daddy's cock, Princess?" Louis asked, his voice thick and gravely. He guided Harry to stand up, and told him to bend over the desk, but this time with his upper body lying on it flat.

When Harry did as he said, Louis dropped to his knees behind the curly-haired man. He pulled the thong down forcefully, and pushed on the plug, making Harry suck in a sharp breath.

Louis removed the toy, then watched closely as Harry's hole clenched around the stale air of the stuffy college classroom. He licked around the open entrance, stopping when he tasted the plethora of lube already inside of his boy.

He stood behind him and took out his cock, then slid two fingers inside of the open orifice with ease. Harry whimpered and threw his head back in ecstasy.

"You ready for it, baby?" Louis asked, spitting on his dick, then lining himself up. Harry just nodded and arched his back, desperately swaying his ass back and forth.

The older man eased himself inside. He glanced up at the clock. They only had minutes until students started arriving. He needed to be quick, but he didn't want to hurt Harry.

It turned out he was worrying for nothing, because as soon as he was buried balls deep inside of him, Harry took mere seconds to adjust to his girth, before begging him to move.

"Fuck! Fuck yeah, daddy. Fucking rail me. Please. I've been so, so bad!" He whined when Louis started at a much rougher and faster pace than he had in his bedroom the other night.

"Yeah you have, you little fucking whore" Louis snarled, not holding anything back as his hips slammed into Harry's butt. "Let's make one thing perfectly clear. To you and all of your little online friends, hmm? This is MY hole. You're MINE! You do as I say, when I say to do it. You can flash this slutty little tail around for some spare change, but no one, not one other person, touches you without my direction.

"Is that perfectly fucking CLEAR?!" He went on, practically screaming by the end, and laying one hard smack down on his already-reddened ass-cheek

Harry was gripping onto the other side of the desk for dear life. His hips were digging into the hard metal underneath him, to the point where it was sure to bruise.

"Yes daddy. Just as you said. All yours!" Harry cried. "Just wanna be good. Wanna make you feel good, daddy. I'm sorry I was such a bad girl. God, that's good!"

Louis was running out of breath, but also getting dangerously close to his orgasm. The way Harry's moans were becoming more consistent told him he wasn't far off, either.

"Good girl. Cum for me, baby" Louis ordered, reaching around to pull on Harry's leaking, angry dick. Harry was nodding emphatically, whimpering like he was trying to speak, but Louis was forcing the breath out of his lungs with every powerful thrust. He tensed around Louis' girth as he came all over the desk in front of him.

Louis wasn't far behind him at all. Without warning, he filled his boy's hole with cum. When he stilled, he pulled out, but kept his torso blanketing Harry's while they rode out their highs.

"My god, you're sexy" Louis said breathlessly, standing up straight and tucking his dick into his pants.

After Harry turned around and hurriedly pulled his panties and jeans up, Louis cupped both sides of his face, and pulled him in for a long, angry, sexy, steamy kiss.

When they heard the door click open, less than a minute later, two girls in raincoats appeared, closing their umbrellas. Louis immediately backed away from Harry and the younger man adjusted his pants, looking at the women worriedly.

"O-oh. So sorry, Mr. Tomlinson. We'll...we'll come back..." the shorter one said, holding back a giggle. Her friend wasn't as successful in holding back a snicker.

"No worries, Kristy. Harry was just on his way out. Please, sit" Louis replied, gently pushing Harry towards the door.

Harry breathlessly stumbled forward a bit, but rushed up the stairs towards the door the girls had just come through. The shorter girl gave Harry an amused, knowing look.

Louis watched fondly as the younger, flustered man disappeared out of the classroom door, looking back at him while the heavy door was closing by itself. Harry blessed him with a bright, dimply, totally smitten smile, before the door slammed shut between them.

The older man knew that he was officially in trouble.

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Chapter Text

When Harry got back to his studio apartment, he was still light-headed and giddy from his encounter with Louis. He was so confused, but also elated that Jeremy's advice worked.

He may have fibbed when telling Louis about his subscriber's suggestions.

While he had indeed told the much, much older man about his encounter with his unbelievably dominant TA, the guy hadn't propositioned him the way Harry had said.

That's not to say that the he, and every other guy he's had a private video chat with hadn't propositioned him like that before, but Jeremy was a regular, and now knew better.

While Harry didn't feel anything physical with the dude, he liked to talk a lot more than most of the other guys. Having known him for well-over a year, Harry found himself opening up to the lonely, severely-overweight man, on more than one occasion.

After he'd told Jeremy all about Louis, and how he'd inadvertently hurt his feelings, instead of telling Harry to leave Louis behind in the dust, Jeremy instead told him to do the opposite.

He told him that based on the way Louis had been treating him so far, and what he had said to Niall at the party about him fucking him, that whether Louis wanted them or not, emotions were there. Otherwise, he wouldn't have felt so possessive, an argument which was backed up by Louis' reaction in the classroom moments ago.

Harry had considered the advice while stroking his cock in front of the big man on the screen, thinking about kneeling naked at Louis' feet in front of the two sexy strangers. He decided that overall, he agreed with Jeremy.

Louis had acted a bit jealous. He seemed like he was in total control of everything, all day, every day. Until it came to his feelings for Harry.

Deciding that he had nothing do lose, Harry took the man's advice, and chose to commit. He'd worn the lingerie set that was the color of his daddy's baby-blue eyes, and the plug underneath, fully planning to seduce him the second class ended.

Louis was apparently even more into Harry  than he thought, if the stinging blows from the hard slaps he'd laid on him were any indicator.

Smiling to himself in his apartment, he pulled out his phone when he felt a text come through.

L: send me a link. now.

Harry pinched his bottom lip between his pointer finger and his thumb. His heart rate sky-rocketed. He knew what link Louis was referring to, obviously, but he pondered if he should play dumb.

The younger man wasn't exactly embarrassed by anything on his account, but he did worry about what he did for money getting out around campus.

Rather than take the risk of pissing Louis off more than he had, he decided to send him the link to his page.

The site featured both pictures and videos that you could see without paying, but nothing too wild. Mostly teasing, enough to get the gist, but also to keep them wanting more.

The one video of him pulling up a plaid mini skirt to reveal his huge boner, constricted by a see-through, mesh, pink thong was one of several, meant to get people to subscribe to see more of him, and it worked like a fucking charm.

Harry had over 200 subscribers, who all paid $10 a month to view his 'private content', which primarily consisted of things he'd done on previous live streams.

Each live stream was an additional $10 to attend, and in there, they could request whatever they wanted him to do. If Harry did it, they'd tip him the promised amount. He typically had 50 or so people attend each live stream, and always left the last one with a promise of something just a little spicier next time. 

Then there were private chats, which was where he made his big, big money. He had several regulars like Jeremy. It was $300 to have an hour long, one-on-one, private chat with Harry, where virtually no requests were off-limits.

Harry loved being watched, he loved being told what to do, and getting paid to do both was a win-win for him. He was so good at it, he'd easily pull a few hundred extra out of anyone rich or interested enough in a private chat.

Deciding that there was no real reason not to just send him the link, Harry copied and pasted it into Louis' message bar. He nervously paced around his room after cleaning himself up from his earlier activities.

When a half hour had passed and he didn't get a text back, he was starting to get nervous. Had Louis seen it, and gotten totally turned off by what Harry did for strangers?

He thumbed through his apps, and his stomach did a backflip, when he checked his PayPal account, and had a new subscriber. The username gave Louis' identity away, like it was clearly intended to do.

Red_Room_Daddy had paid the $10 to subscribe, and Harry sucked in a shocked breath, when he saw that there was a request for a private chat, attached to the required half-payment up front.

Harry smiled to himself, and hit 'accept request' with a nervous, shaky thumb. It then prompted him to send hour time slots he was available for, to the subscriber.

He glanced at the clock in the corner of his screen, and it was a little after 4pm. He sent 6, 7, 8, and 11pm, with the auto-reply message asking if any of those times worked.

About 45 seconds later, an auto-reply message from Red_Room_Daddy told him that Louis had accepted his 8pm slot.

Harry scoffed to himself. Of course he'd want to drag it out a bit.

Trying to keep his mind occupied, he looked around his room. The dark purple walls and lavender bedding on his full-sized bed served as a cute background for his videos.

He had posters of flowers on the walls, some stuffed animals and fluffy, pink pillows propped up on his bed. The LED lights surrounding the top border of the walls were great for cinematic value, but Harry kind of missed his simple, yellow fairy lights.

Knowing that he was now going to be antsy until their scheduled call, Harry opened himself a bottle of shitty red wine, and decided to take a bubble bath. He sipped his wine and shaved his legs.

At first, he thought he could refrain from reaching out to Louis. It took exactly half a glass of wine for that to change.

H: got any plans?

Harry sent the text before he could chicken out. His heart fluttered when he saw 'delivered' go to 'read', now that he couldn't unsend it.

The typing bubble appeared, then disappeared, then re-appeared.

L: yeah. gonna wreck your hole virtually, then in person.

L: got off to your pics. you're gorgeous 😘

Harry's heart felt like it was going to bounce out of his ribcage. He got butterflies in his tummy, and a white hot lump formed in his throat.

H: sounds incredible. thanks daddy 😘

After a few more minutes in the tub, Harry got out and did a face mask. He then rummaged through his lingerie sets and costumes for something perfect to wear tonight.

He landed on wearing no underwear, a black, pleated miniskirt, and a totally see-through matching, mesh bra. He on put the collar that Louis gifted him, for good measure.

By the time he was done fussing with his hair, before eventually deciding to just leave it down how it naturally dried, it was almost time for their call.

Harry got on his bed and fluffed the pillows up behind him. He always found his job pretty exhilarating, but tonight there was definitely a special buzz in the air.

He opened his laptop and clicked on the website.

Red_Room_daddy was waiting to chat with him. Harry got a surge of inspiration, and turned the LED lights on red, at their dimmest setting, before entering the chat room.

When both men's screens were fully loaded, Harry saw himself in the bottom one, shroud in dark, red light.

Louis was in the box on the top of his screen. Well, his torso and his huge bulge were. Harry was disappointed he couldn't see his daddy's face.

"Hey, Princess. Miss me?" Louis' voice asked. Harry couldn't help but smile bashfully.

"Oh you know it, daddy" Harry teased. "I'm so glad you booked me. Can't stop thinking about being bent over the desk"

Louis chuckled.

"Me neither. Although seeing you like this makes me think I shoulda gone harder on you..." he said, palming himself outside of his jeans.

Harry bit his lip, and looked into the camera with wide, innocent eyes.

"Now, now. None of that. Look at you, dressed like a fucking hooker for horny, old losers all over the country every night..."

The younger man tried to keep the smirk off of his face. He ran a hand up and down his torso, and patiently waited for direction.

"Show me your panties, Princess" Louis ordered, rubbing his cock on the outside of his pants.

"I'm not wearing any, daddy" Harry replied, snickering. "Let me see you. Please?" He asked.

Harry heard Louis sigh, but he started moving, then there he was. His laptop must have been propped up high on a shelf at his desk, because he sat back down and had to look up, and Harry could see all of him.

"What do people normally ask you to do?" He asked, unbuttoning his jeans and taking his hard cock out.

Harry sat up a little, sticking his hips up in the air, so Louis could see the tent in the middle of his skirt.

"Mmm. Whatever they ask me to, daddy" Harry replied. "Jerk off. Finger myself. Fuck myself with toys. Random objects. Pour wax on myself. Pretend I'm their boyfriend. Some of them like to talk more than anything, believe it or not. What do you wanna see daddy? I wouldn't deny you anything"

"Turn the lights up. Then get on your hands and knees. Stick a finger in your ass, looking over your shoulder at me" Louis ordered.

Harry didn't hesitate. He used the remote to make the lights brighter, and did exactly as Louis said.

"Mmm. Like this, daddy?" Harry asked. He flipped the back of the skirt up over his back so Louis could see everything. The way Louis was looking at him drove the younger man crazy.

"Just like that, babygirl" Louis praised, picking up his pace. He told him to add another after he was moving the first in and out easily. "Good girl. Now, you're going to get your biggest toy, and fuck yourself for me. After you pick something out, get back in that position, spread those cheeks and arch your back"

Harry eagerly followed his directions. When he hopped off the bed, he pulled a long, thick purple dildo out of a pink, polka dot lockbox, then he got back into the position Louis said, exposing his entire hole, up close and personal. The fact that he still managed to look over his shoulder and bite his lip, gave Louis goosebumps.

"Perfect, darling. On your back. Want the lights on the normal color, and I want you to look at me the whole time you fuck yourself with that" Louis ordered, suppressing a moan at the sight of his boy.

Harry propped himself against his headboard, and put a pillow under his upper back so his daddy could see everything. He slicked the toy up with lube generously, and began easing it inside himself.

"Mmm. So big and thick. Just like you, daddy. Wish you were here and could teach me a lesson again. I've been so, so naughty. Such a bad girl. Can you see me okay, daddy?" Harry asked.

"Just perfect, darling. Look at you..." Louis groaned. He worked his fist over his cock at increasing intensity, watching as Harry squirmed while he slammed the toy in and out of himself aggressively.

They watched each other just like this, in silence for a little while. Louis brought himself to the edge several times and stopped, telling Harry to do the same if he got close.

"God, Lou. I don't know how much more I can take. So fucking hard for you, daddy" Harry whined. He looked at the time display in the bottom right corner of the video call. They'd been doing this for fifteen minutes.

"Alright baby. I want you to cum into your hand and eat it for me. Think you can do that?" Louis asked, now jerking off almost violently.

Harry nodded rapidly, but couldn't get any words out. He let go of the toy inside of him, and gripped his cock, holding his other hand out to catch what he was about to release. Louis watched his face through his climax, thinking to himself that he'd never seen someone so beautiful in his life.

When Harry slurped up every drop of his jizz, Louis finally took himself over the edge too, aiming his cum at his abdomen. When he was on the other side of the intense climax, he wiped it up with a tissue, and looked to see what Harry would do next.

"That was so fucking good daddy. Thank you for letting me cum" Harry said genuinely.

"God, Princess. What am I going to do with you, hmm?" Louis tutted, still catching his breath. "You told me you'd never been with a guy before. Forgot to mention that you've been all over the internet, doing anything that any asshole with a few hundred bucks tells you to. So, so naughty..."

Harry grimaced a bit, but shrugged. It was what it was. He hadn't told Louis, mostly because it hadn't come up.

Louis, on the other hand, withheld some information that might have been of equal interest to Harry. They had another ten minutes until the video chat kicked them out automatically. He figured now was as good of a time as any to air his beef.

"I know, daddy. Was so, so bad of me" Harry conceded. "It's not as if I invited you to a BDSM party as my sub-slash-date, brought you home, fucked your virgin ass, then told you I wasn't interested in anything deeper, right after you told me what you do for a living. That...woulda been pretty brutal too, I think..." He fired back.

Louis stuck his tongue in his cheek to try to keep a smirk from appearing. No one ever called him out on his shit the way that the younger man did, and it drove him crazy in the best way.

"You think so, do you?" Louis retorted. "For the record, never said I wasn't interested in anything deeper. I just said that I don't do boyfriends. I said that bit about not seeing the same guy twice...I guess it came out wrong. I was trying to let you know that..." he continued, until his speech came to an abrupt halt, and he looked at the floor in front of him.

It was such an odd place to end a sentence, and the position he was in, unmoving, made Harry think his connection froze. He was just about to ask if Louis could hear him, when the man ran an anxious hand through his hair and sighed deeply.

"Trying to let me know what?" Harry asked directly. Louis looked weird all of the sudden. He seemed almost uncomfortable. Like he was afraid, and trying to make himself small in his chair, which was nothing like his usual, powerful posture.

"Well, I've now had three different sexual encounters with you, haven't I? I wasn't trying to say that I didn't want to see you anymore. I was...trying to convey that I'm...not someone who you want to get attached to. But...I also wanted you to know that you're...different. Special to me" Louis told him, sounding like each word took everything he had in him to get out.

Harry's tummy flipped with excitement. He just called him special? He hadn't been saying that he didn't want to see him anymore, Harry just overreacted? The curly-haired man tried to contain a smitten smile.

"O-oh. Um. Well...I um...think I understand. But...you're special to me too, Lou. At the risk of scaring you off, I'm...a little afraid that ship has sailed, about not getting attached to you. Not like I wouldn't leave you alone if you asked me to but...I...care?" He replied, sounding like a question at the end.

Louis had hardly reacted to Harry's words physically, from what he could see, but he still couldn't see much of his face. He was nervously pulling at a loose string by the hole in the knee of his jeans.

"I'm not scared of you getting attached" Louis said simply, still not looking at the camera. Harry couldn't get over how vulnerable the other man looked. "I'm scared of...me getting attached. But...think I'm starting to realize that that ship has sailed, too" he admitted.

Harry beamed a bright, dimply, assuring smile. When Louis peeked up at the camera, the adoring look on Harry's face must have been contagious, because he didn't bother to keep his own blinding smile hidden.

"I'm sorry I left like that" Harry blurted. There were three minutes left in the chat. It wasn't like he couldn't just FaceTime him if they wanted to finish their conversation, but he was afraid that they'd lose the topic before then. "I...shut down. When I think I'm being...rejected. Or if I feel unwanted or...unworthy in any way. You'd asked me to stay several times. Dunno why I had to run off like that..."

Louis quirked his head to the side a little, but his smile hadn't fallen at all.

"It was...fair. It...didn't sound nice. What I'd said. Right after mind-blowing sex, too. I get how it felt like thats what I was saying, but why would I want you to stay so bad, if I didn't want you, silly?" He asked. "I'm glad we talked. Glad I got to...see you in action. It's telling me it's gonna kick us out in a second. I have a shit ton of papers to grade, too. Oscars seems to be in a perpetually bad mood these days...."

"I'm glad we talked, too. And for the record, I only accepted the chat because I wanted to see you. I'm gonna Venmo you your money back. You're special. The only person in the world who doesn't have to pay, to see all of me..." Harry told him, biting his lip lustily. Louis chuckled.

"I had no problem paying you for your service, Princess, but I am going to accept that money back, solely because I like the sound of having that distinction" he replied. "Doesn't mean I'm not going to spend it on you in a different way. Let me uh....let me take you out to dinner tomorrow? I'd say Friday instead, but I'm bringing you to another party" he informed him.

Harry felt like a little school girl, he was so giddy at the other man's words.

"I'd love that. Both things..." He beamed.

"You like Italian?"

"Love it"

"Good. You know the drill, Princess. Wear something slutty underneath. I'll pick you up at six"

"Sounds good, daddy" Harry said sweetly. Just as he was trying to think of something else to say, the video chat ended.

He got up and cleaned himself off in the shower, then climbed into bed. He sent Louis the money back, relieved that he accepted it, and touched that he asked to take him on a date with him instead. PLUS another party? That whole conversation couldn't have possibly gone better.

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Louis sat at his desk trying to focus on the antiquity assignments he was grading, but he couldn't think about anything but Harry.

The feelings he was having were so foreign to him, he didn't know what to do with himself. His heart rate picked up whenever he thought of the long, shiny curls, the wide eyes and deep dimples. He found himself wishing he knew more about the guy when he'd seen him earlier that day, so he decided to ask him to dinner.

Louis was at a stage where he couldn't deny that he liked Harry, but those feelings were complicated for him. All of his turmoil was inside of his own mind, and had nothing to do with how he felt about the other man.

The fact that Louis cared at all, he knew that he wasn't going to be able to just walk away, which hadn't happened with anyone else for a long, long time.

Harry's occupation and impulsivity were anxiety-inducing for Louis. So much could go wrong, so much he couldn't protect him from. He wanted to ask Harry to stop. But how could he? It was how he made his money, and he was damn good at it, indeed.

Inviting him to dinner was a good way to get to know him, and he figured making Harry feel appreciated after he'd hurt his feelings, couldn't hurt.

As much as Louis was looking forward to spoiling Harry a bit, he was also super hype that he wanted to go to another party with him, after what he'd seen.

Louis had been in the BDSM scene for a while. He was more of a floater, tending to get off with other couples, like when a dom wanted to watch his sub with someone else, or sometimes even in orgy scenarios, when the mood would strike.

He'd meet the occasional guy on Grindr who would be down to accompany him as his sub, but always kept them at an emotional arms length.

The party this weekend was going to be a little more...intimate...than the last one. Niall invited him to his parent's place while they were away in Europe. There would be several other couples there who Louis had a passing acquaintance with, and likely a few he hadn't met.

Zayn had been Niall's sub for over a year, and despite Louis' 'no two times with the same guy rule', he dubbed his regular friend's subs fair game, as there was no way he'd pursue his friend's man. Zayn was insanely hot, gave amazing head, and was actually really funny. He liked him for his bestie.

Louis planned to ask Harry how comfortable he was with that scene, not that he was anticipating much trouble. The way the shy man hadn't hesitated to disrobe in a room full of strangers, just because Louis told him to, made the older man absolutely feral.

After watching Harry in action online earlier, he did't know how he was going to keep his shit together, knowing that other men were paying to see his boy do things like what they'd just done. Louis was an incredibly sexual person, and he was thrilled that Harry was too, but the curly-haired man was naive and too trusting. It wasn't just about the jealousy, it was about safety.

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Harry and Louis were causing an insane amount of sexual tension in the lecture hall. Everyone around could feel, if they weren't actually looking at them, how hard they were fucking each other with their eyes. Every second of it was painful. Louis could see, but he couldn't touch. The frustration was starting to get to him, by the time that Mr. Oscars dismissed the class.

When it was just the two men in the room again, Harry stood up and confidently walked up to his daddy's desk.

"Miss me?" He asked, batting his long eyelashes.

"You know it, Princess" Louis replied, giving Harry a kiss, while stuffing his laptop and folders into his bag. "Looking forward to tonight? You should pack a bag. Actually stay the night"

"Yeah. Can't wait. And okay, daddy. I'll try not to run off"

Louis rolled his eyes and pulled Harry in by his waist for a short but steamy kiss.

Harry left looking a bit dazed. Louis was going to need to get himself off before dinner for sure so he didn't take Harry right at the table.

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Louis had brought Harry to a relatively expensive Italian restaurant. Harry tried to insist on paying for his two glasses of wine and his chicken Parmesan. Louis was obviously having none of that.

They spoke about all kinds of things. The conversation flowed pretty effortlessly, and continued on in the car for the ten minute drive back to Louis' place.

When they got inside, there was a black gift bag with crimson and black tissue paper coming out of the top, which were sitting on the coffee table, next to a big bouquet of red roses. Louis told Harry to open the bag.

"Louis! This is way too expensive..." Harry protested, holding up the fleur de mal untie me bra and thong. They were skimpy, see through, lace garments, with a bow right above the ass crack and in between the bra cups. They tie into a bow in their respective areas, and are easily pulled open. Harry's face lit up like it was Christmas. "I love it so much, but I can't accept it..." Harry said, now smiling weakly.

"Sure you can. I can afford it, don't worry. Told you, Harry. You're special. You deserve to be treated like you are" Louis said genuinely.

What Harry didn't yet know was that Louis had money from a settlement in a law suit. He wasn't making mad money as a TA, but it didn't mean he didn't have any.

"You're really sweet. You don't have to...do all of this you know? Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled. Smitten. But...like I said yesterday, I'm already yours Lou" Harry said, walking up to the other man and wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Well, this is for me too, isn't it, love?" Louis teased. "But seriously. Guess I like...making you smile"

The words were magic, that made the very thing they meant, happen in front of his eyes.

Louis could feel Harry's lips still turned up against his own, for at least a few seconds, after the taller man went in for a kiss.

"Can I wear them to the party, daddy?" Harry asked. The intensely genuine look in his wide, excited eyes, ignited a fire in Louis' heart that gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.

"Of course. At least for a while" Louis said, booping his nose, making Harry burst into a fit of giggles.

Despite the perpetual sexual tension in the room, the pair shockingly didn't just get right down to business. Louis rolled a joint and they split a bottle of red wine.

Harry didn't smoke often. He'd only done it a few times since high school. After taking way too big of a hit, Louis could tell he'd need a few before he pounced on him.

While assuring Harry that he wasn't gonna die when the younger man started getting a little paranoid, Louis couldn't help feeling protective and maybe a little guilty for getting him so fucked up in the first place. He held his arm up and told Harry to curl up to his chest and listen to his steady heartbeat.

Louis ran his fingers through the curly hair and couldn't help the adoring feelings that were stirring.

"I didn't say that about boyfriends because I'm like...too cool for it or anything, you know" he heard his lips reveal. Harry looked up at him without taking his head off his chest. "I had one once. Years ago. It uh...it just didn't end well. Not easy for me to...let myself care about people...this way, since then" he added, unsure if he was ready to talk about the details.

The sympathetic, alarmed look that Harry gave him with his face still resting on Louis' torso, made him relieved that he at least understood it was serious.

"What happened?" Harry asked softly. Louis sighed, and didn't say anything for a few long moments.

"We were in the back of a limo on prom night" he told him. "The weeks leading up to it, they felt like some of the most intense of my life, up until that point. We were both on the football team. Not gonna go pro or anything, but still good. We hooked up junior year. Avoided each other the first half of senior.

"After Christmas, we started talking again. Got drunk one night. Fooled around again. But it was different. Like we were...giving in. I could admit to myself that I...liked him, like that" he explained. Harry was listening with empathy in his eyes.

"We made a deal. We were going to come out together after the last game of the year, and go to prom together. We did, too. About a week before the dance. My parents were cool. His were a little...shocked, but they were coming around already. Um. Forgive me. I...don't talk about it often" he said, his voice cracking just slightly with emotion.

"Take your time, babe. You don't have to. If you're not ready. But you can" Harry assured. Louis smiled weakly.

"It's alright. I want you to know" Louis replied. "We had the best time at prom. Finally being able to be ourselves in public. Our friends were treating us like we were normal. We danced..." Louis knew his heart rate was picking up the closer he got to the final moments. Harry started stroking his arm soothingly.

"On the way home...we were in the back of the limo. Just him and I. We were going to a hotel, but we told our parents we were going to an after party. Um...to this day, I can't remember what we were talking about, when it happened. I just remember hearing this earth-shattering crash, and suddenly he was slouched over in my lap.

"I was dizzy and my shoulder felt like it was on fire. There was broken glass and smoke everywhere. I tasted blood. Saw more of it, but couldn't tell where it was coming from. I uh...I shook Aaron. His head was resting on my thigh. I kept asking if he was alright, if he could hear me.

"God, I can remember the second I picked his chin up to look at his face. His head didn't feel like it should be able to...move that way. As soon as I looked into his open eyes, I knew. There was no life in them. I kept trying to shake him. Felt like an eternity until medics arrived.

"They had to get me out of my side first, they couldn't open the door on his. They rushed him in, I was in the back of the ambulance, holding his hand...when they called time of death. I can still hear the insensitive, indifferent tone of the paramedic. Those words. They...haunt me.

"I was pretty banged up myself. Shattered my collarbone. Concussion. Broken wrist. When we got to the hospital, the medic told the nurse we had one with non-critical injuries, and one...dead on arrival. He was...everything to me. Then he was just...gone. Thought I'd gotten everything I wanted that week.

"But it turned out I was never able to enjoy it. His whole life...gone. In a split second. Because some asshole was driving drunk and texting. T-boned us. The next few months were...overwhelming. The funeral. Missing him. I don't think I processed that he wasn't coming back for quite some time. That was six years ago now. I uh...like I said, I don't talk about him often. It still...hurts. A lot.

"But I wanted you to know, just because...I wanted you to understand. What I said, it had nothing to do with you personally. I was...terrified. When you left like that. Was on my way to come looking for you when you finally texted. Knew for sure after that, that I wouldn't be able to keep lying to myself about how I feel about you. Hope you can understand now...why that's such a scary feeling to me" he said.

He wasn't crying, but he looked like he was using every ounce of willpower he had, to keep tears at bay.

"Jesus Christ, Lou. I'm so fucking sorry..." Harry replied, looking like he might cry himself. "Of course it's understandable why that's a scary feeling for you. What an absolute tragedy. I uh...don't even know what to say. Um. Thank you for telling me. We can definitely...go at your pace with...feelings getting involved. I can't imagine how awful..." he added.

Louis shrugged, but smiled appreciatively. He pulled Harry tighter to his chest, and let out a huge gust of air.

"Thanks for understanding, darling. I...think whether I want them or not, they're already there. You're everything I didn't know I could ever want again. You're so beautiful, Harry. Inside and out..." he said, picking Harry's chin up to give him a kiss. Louis figured the heaviness of the topic had sobered the boy up a bit.

Harry kissed him back softly, then looked into his eyes. Louis felt a spark he'd never quite felt before. He was suddenly absolutely ravenous for the younger man. When he pulled Harry closer and deepened the kiss, their following movements were directed by the fire in their veins. It all came so naturally.

The passion flowed through them as the slow, sexy, yearning kiss intensified. When Harry took off his own shirt, Louis hurriedly did the same, then forced his lips back onto Harry's like he hadn't been able to breathe for the milliseconds they'd been apart.

Hands roaming each other's torsos, tongues caressing each other's through rough wet pecks, their mid-sections began rutting together, and rutting together violently.

Harry wasn't wearing a bra for once. He was wearing royal purple satin panties. He was missing something else, too. After he'd kicked his pants down, Louis' hands both began kneading into his ass, until one of them wandered down the crevice between his cheeks. 

The absence of a plug made the older man moan weakly into Harry's mouth. He pulled back and grinned at him.

"Mmm. As much as I love when you're ready for me, I've so been looking forward to opening you myself, Princess"

Harry giggled bashfully, and threw his head back when his daddy licked his neck.

"On your stomach, baby. Ass up. Want you to look at me over your shoulder" Louis directed. Harry wasted no time. He rolled over on the bed, arching his back eagerly and wiggling his ass back and forth, looking back at Louis seductively.

It would take ions to describe the intensity of the intimacy of that moment. Blue irises locked onto green ones, while Louis licked up and down Harry's crack slowly. He inhaled deeply through his nose, before circling the younger man's rim with his tongue, then steadily nudged his way inside.

"Oh fuck, daddy" Harry cried in a lust-broken voice. He took his eyes off his daddy to throw his head back in ecstasy, which was met with a firm slap on his left ass-cheek. Louis then pointed to his own eyes, while he lapped and sucked at the entrance.

Harry trained his gaze onto Louis while the older man pushed a finger inside along with his tongue. Louis doing what he was doing was already an exhilarating, and an almost foreign feeling, to the younger man. The added rush of such strong eye contact was almost too much for him.

The older seemed to be reveling in every second of the closeness they were experiencing, while he slipped a second finger inside, and started gently prying Harry open.

"Holy shit. Oh, so good..." Harry panted. "I'm getting really close, daddy. Please. Want your cock. Do anything for it..."

Louis planted a kiss on the fluttering hole before him.

"Roll over, Princess" Louis ordered. "Open" he said, when Harry's back was up against the headboard. Harry's mouth fell open instantly. Louis collected a wad of saliva, and spat it into the submissive man's mouth.

Harry fucking beamed. He swallowed what he gave him, and had a yearning in his eyes while he opened for more. Louis gave him another glob.

"You'll do anything, hmm?" Louis asked in a rough, gravely voice. He kneeled over Harry, bringing his huge, leaking cock near his face, and holding himself up on the headboard. "Worship it" he commanded simply, slapping the head against Harry's lips and cheek lightly.

Harry gasped, and the excitement in his eyes was endearing.

"Oh fuck, daddy. I love your cock so much. So beautiful. So big. Always so hard, so ready to have its way with me. This dick owns me. It controls everything I say and do" Harry started chanting. He licked up the underside, then swirled around the tip, lapping up the bit of pre cum.

"That's exactly right, Princess. So fucking good for me" Louis praised, patting Harry's head. "Go on" he urged.

"Can't get enough of this perfect daddy dick. The only cock that's been inside of me. The only one I'll ever need. I'll fuck and suck whoever you want me to at the parties, daddy. But no other cock could ever come close to this one. I'd do anything for it. Anything all..." Harry went on.

"Touch yourself for me, baby. Daddy's gonna fuck your face" Louis ordered. The relief Harry was experiencing from finally getting some friction on his aching dick was short lived. In milliseconds, the head of Louis' prick pushed past his lips.

Harry started jerking off slowly, keeping his eyes trained on Louis, and relaxing his throat completely. He'd been working on strengthening his gag reflex for years, which was paying off in spades, while Louis forced his way to the back of his throat, then pushed forward, then out again steadily.

"Fuck, baby. How are you so good at that. Take daddy's dick like a champ from either end, hmm?" Louis practically purred. His eyes rolled into the back of his head for a moment, before he pulled himself out of Harry's mouth, and shimmied back down the bed.

Without warning, Louis pulled Harry towards him by his thighs. He threw each of his long legs over his shoulders, after slicking himself with lube.

"You ready? Can you take it?" Louis asked. Harry nodded and squirmed himself down on the tip waiting at his rim.

Harry's long legs crossed over Louis' back, almost guiding him inside of himself at a comfortable pace. Louis was balls deep in no time, and when Harry made a bit of a pained face at the stretch, he pulled him in for a slow, sloppy, sensual kiss to distract him.

"Mmm. Fuck, yeah. You can move. Please fuck me, daddy. I can take it" Harry urged.

Evidently, that was all of the permission Louis needed. He started effortlessly throwing his hips forward, his thighs bouncing off the other man's ass. While he was thrusting roughly and steadily, there was a hint of hesitation, of care and consideration.

Watching Harry's perfect face contort in pleasure, Louis began to think about what he'd told him to do online, and the unwelcome image of Harry listening to anyone but him made his blood boil. The man underneath him seemed to sense his shift in energy.

Louis stopped fucking him abruptly, pulling out and ducking out of the firm grasp of Harry's legs. The younger man looked wildly confused, and a little hurt. Louis was sure that the anger was showing on his face.

He wordlessly walked into his closet in the corner of the room, and he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a long, thick, black dildo. When he turned around, he eyed Harry menacingly.

"Roll over. Bend over the end of the bed. Feet on the ground. Ass up. Hands behind your back" Louis directed. Harry's face lit back up, looking grateful that he at least wasn't done with him. He subordinately got in the position, and looked over his shoulder, blinking at his daddy innocently.

"Mhm" Louis grumbled, rolling his eyes a bit, then scoffing. He cuffed Harry's hands, so they were resting on the small of his back. Louis then slicked his cock with more lube, and pressed himself into Harry without warning, earning a shocked whimper. "Give me a color, Princess. You've been a very, very bad girl"

"Green. I'm so green. Do whatever you want with me. I just wanna be good for you. Just wanna please you, daddy" Harry responded eagerly.

Louis then started thrusting at an almost violent pace, forcing a breath out of Harry with each blow to his prostate. When the older man brought himself close to his climax, he stopped himself. The disappointed look on Harry's face told him he'd been close, too.

"Since you wanna be such a little whore, and let every creep on the internet watch you shoving whatever they ask you to in MY hole, you're going to take this toy with my cock. Gonna stretch you to capacity, bitch" he growled, working a wet finger in right above his dick. Harry hissed a moan, but arched his back and threw his ass backwards.

"Okay, daddy. I know. I'm so fucking slutty. I can take it. Want you to fill me full..." Harry replied, while Louis began poking another finger on top of his index. He then pulled them out and lined the silicone cock up with his own.

"Fuck. So fucking tight. My God, Harry. I can't get enough of you" Louis moaned, seconds after he started thrusting at the same brutal pace as he had before. He was somehow doing a fantastic job at slamming the dildo inside Harry in synch.

The words made Harry's heart skip a beat. He looked over his shoulder to see Louis' face more flushed than it already had been from the anger and exertion.

"Holy fuck, daddy! I'm close. I'm gonna cum. Feels way too good. Can I please? Please let me" Harry begged.

"Cum" Louis said simply. That was all it took to send Harry into an earth-shattering, screaming climax. He hoped Louis' neighbors weren't home, because he realized they'd been anything but quiet this entire time.

While riding out the other side of his high, trying to keep his ass in the same position, he felt Louis' warm cum spill inside of him. After both men finished, Louis fell onto his back next to his boy and cupped his chin.

Still breathing heavily, he pulled him in for another slow, sexy kiss. The amount of raw passion in the room was electric.

"Can't get enough of you either, daddy" Harry giggled. Louis playfully flipped him off, but dipped into the bathroom to get a towel to help clean Harry off.

The pair then took a hot, relaxing shower, before climbing into bed with one last glass of wine. Louis took three sips of his, and fell asleep with Harry's head on his chest.

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Friday.

Harry had been putting off worrying about the party that Louis had described. While it sounded like an INCREDIBLE time to Harry, there was some cause for concern.

Harry knew the host, Niall, as more than just a Geography professor and a basketball coach. He was one of his subscribers. One who usually attended his livestreams and gave him things to do.

He'd had at least three private chats with the man over the last two and a half years, that he could recall. One time, he even had another sub with him, who was definitely not Zayn.

When Harry saw Niall at the party on campus, he was relieved that the blond respected his silent plea not to give anything away. Knowing what he knew now, that was a good move. Imagine if Louis had found out what Harry did for a living, when they were on the dance floor.

The curly-haired man knew that he needed to tell Louis. There was no way he wouldn't find out eventually. But Harry felt a bit torn about it. He wanted to respect Niall's privacy the way the blond had done for him. Telling Louis could possibly cause a rift in their friendship.

He decided that the best course of action was to go to the party with Louis, and pray he got a second alone with Niall, at least long enough to whisper in his ear. All he'd need then is either a nod, or for him to shake his head 'no'.

Harry got dressed in the expensive lingerie his daddy had bought for him, loving the way it fit him perfectly. He pulled on some skinny jeans and a loose-fitting t-shirt, knowing he wouldn't be wearing those for long regardless. After making sure he had everything, he was off to meet Louis at his place.

❧

"Hey you" Louis said when Harry knocked on his door.

The taller man's jaw nearly fell off its hinges. His daddy looked absolutely incredible. His hair was combed over in a stylishly messy fringe, and he was sporting a bit of scruff.

The dark, black button up and matching tie looked incredible. His prefect-fitting black slacks accentuated his beautiful butt. Even more striking however, was the warm sunshine smile Louis threw his way.

"Hey, daddy. You look...so fucking hot" Harry blurted, then flushed. Louis chuckled, and ushered him inside.

"Thanks, love. You do, too" Louis said, kissing Harry's cheek. "Just gonna finish putting this stuff away and we're off" he added, when he stood to start stuffing papers in his big, purple folder.

It was only another few moments until the pair left the apartment. Louis opened the passenger side door of his Volvo for Harry, then sat in the driver's seat. He sped away from his apartment complex, following the GPS to his friend's parents house.

Harry had an anxious twist in his stomach, made both better, and worse, by the butterflies he now had from Louis lacing his fingers between his, on his upper thigh.

❧

Harry felt a wave of pleasure, getting up from the passenger seat. He was so used to the plug at this point, sometimes he forgot it was there.

Louis adjusted the collar Harry had put around his neck on the way to the party. It definitely completed his outfit.

The submissive man followed directly behind his daddy, as he approached and then knocked on the front door of the rather lavish home.

The curb appeal was insane. While it wasn't the biggest house in the area, there was something to be said for it being the prettiest, in Harry's opinion anyway.

He admired the twinkling solar LED lights illuminating the pathway to the stone staircase. The landscaping surrounding the front of the home was gorgeous, from what Harry could see in the dark, fall sky.

"Tommo! Ya made it!" Niall said excitedly, ushering them inside. "Harry, glad to see you stuck around" he said, licking his lips and running his eyes up and down Harry's torso.

The curly-haired man blushed, and his anxiety was just about screaming at him. Niall looked to be a little intoxicated, and Harry couldn't tell if it was a good or a bad thing.

"Nialler. Wow. Your parent's place is dope" Louis said, taking in his surroundings in the sizable foyer with the chestnut, double staircase in the center. There was beautiful art on the walls, several sculptures, and a few large, exotic-looking potted plants. "Don't be rude, Harry. Say hello to our gracious host" Louis said, putting a possessive hand around the taller man's waist.

"Hello, Mr. Horan. Nice to see you again" Harry replied timidly. He was beyond tense and was pretty sure both men could sense it. He felt himself shutting down.

"Who else is here?" Louis asked, as Niall led them past the staircase, into a huge living area next to a gorgeous all-white kitchen.

In the room, there were three black, leather sofas, several ottomans and two matching armchairs.

Sitting in one of the armchairs was a man about Harry's age. He was a bit more muscular than Harry, and not at all hard on the eyes.

He smiled a genuinely friendly smile at Harry, then his puppy-dog eyes refocused on what was happening in his lap.

It appeared to be Zayn in between the brunette man's legs. His jet-black hair was striking enough to spot a mile away, even from behind. He was completely naked aside from his collar, and he had his mouth around the guy's dick. Neither of them were moving.

"Not sure if you've met Liam before. He's probably gonna be around more often" Niall said, gesturing to the friendly-looking brunette. "And of course you know Arthur. This is his new pet, Cricket. We're still waiting on a few more. Shawn and Darren should be on their way. Please, make yourself at home" Niall said, plopping onto the couch next to his sub.

Louis smiled and nodded at the other men, and Harry basically mirrored all of his movements. When Louis picked the other armchair, he plopped down. Harry stood in front of him awaiting direction.

"What've you still got all of these clothes on for, love?" Louis asked, pulling at Harry's t-shirt. He was feeling very shy, especially because the man Niall had introduced as Arthur was his English Literature professor from last semester. Harry could tell he recognized him.

After taking off his shirt and pants, Louis had Harry kneel at his feet. Harry loved the position. It put his head at a perfect petting distance from Louis. He felt envied and desired in his expensive, slutty outfit.

Liam was basically devouring Harry with his eyes. Arthur was trying, and failing, to keep his attention focused on anything else. Cricket was standing behind him, wearing only his boxers, and rubbing the dominant man's shoulders.

The submissive boy that Harry hadn't met before, had a striking chocolate complexion. There was kindness, but also a sadness in his eyes. He also smiled warmly at Harry, who made sure to return it genuinely.

"Thank you, Zayn. Good girl. Why don't you go kneel by your daddy" Liam said, tucking his flaccid cock back into his pants. Harry felt his own twitch, when his nervous irises met the warm, hazel ones across from him.

Zayn crawled back over to Niall, putting his head in his lap when he reached his seat. Niall absently petted his hair while cooing a few 'good girl's, visibly appeasing Zayn.

"Remember Harry, Z? Don't be rude. Say hello to your new bestie. I have a feeling you two are gonna become VERY close" Niall said through a smirk.

Zayn looked Harry up and down, and looked almost pissed that he was there for a brief moment, but it was instantly replaced by a smile that touched his eyes.

"Hi Harry. I'm glad you're here" Zayn said, unable to take his gaze off of the satin bow across his chest.

"Hi, Zayn. Nice to see you again" Harry said in way too quiet of a voice. "Glad we'll be getting to know each other better" he added, not wanting to come across as stand-offish.

"Pretty outfit he has on there, isn't it?" Niall said. "Why don't you go untie that bow with your teeth, Z. Then suck on what's underneath. Maybe Louis will allow you to give your new bestie a kiss"

Zayn looked a little embarrassed, but also relieved when he saw Harry smile warmly, encouragingly at him.

Harry glanced up at his daddy who showed no signs of upset. The curly-haired man had a flash of jealousy ignite in his eyes, when Louis' distracted gaze fixated on Zayn's naked back, who was now walking towards Harry on his knees.

"Only gonna ask for a color once, Princess. Then you'll need to let me know if you're getting uncomfortable, got it?" Louis said, watching eagerly as Zayn's mouth untied the bra. Harry looked thrilled.

"I'm green daddy. I understand. I like this" Harry replied. "I'll do whatever you say, daddy. Just wanna make you happy" he added, sucking up a bit.

"Good girl. Go on then, give your new friend there a kiss. Make it steamy, hmm?" Louis said, winking. Harry smiled brightly at him, then turned his attention to the man in front of him.

The raven-haired man was sliding his tongue in circles around Harry's right nipple. He then switched to the other without breaking eye contact.

Harry sucked in a sharp breath, then picked up Zayn's chin. He was beautiful.

He'd never pictured being a part of anything like this. He never imagined that he'd be in any sort of relationship that involved hooking up with other people, much less at his lover's direction.

When he pressed his lips to Zayn's, he decided that he was a fan. The kiss heated up in seconds, the two submissive men fell into an effortless synchronization, despite not knowing anything about each other.

Harry opened his eyes to check on Louis. The older man had one hand palming the outside of his slacks, and the other holding onto a whiskey glass that the host just handed to him.

"You like this, Princess? Like being shared? Like all of this attention? Gonna do everything daddy says?" Louis asked. Harry pulled away from the kiss, but kept his hand on Zayn's waist.

"Oh yes, daddy. This is fun. Zayn is very cute. Thanks for letting me play with him. Always gonna do anything you say..." he replied, then started kissing him again.

"Good girl, baby. Stand up. Want you to go over there and let Niall undo your other bow. You're going to let him touch you how he wants" Louis ordered.

Harry's hard dick twitched inside of the panties. He looked over his shoulder at the blond, who appeared excited. His head nodded before he really thought about it.

With everything going on, Harry's anxiety about their little secret was eating him alive. He stood and did as he was told, walking up to Niall and turning around.

"You've been such a good girl, Z. I told you I'd let you throw your slutty ass at Louis. Go on, then" Niall ordered.

It made the curly-haired man radiate excitement and envy. Part of him wanted to protest. Louis was his daddy!

But, looking at Niall's seductive smile, knowing they shared this naughty secret, also turned him on. He decided to be good.

The blond was a fucking stud. Harry had been surprised at how hot he was during their first private chat. Guys like Niall didn't typically have to pay for attention from someone like Harry.

He didn't actually need to, of course. Niall had told him he'd seen his livestream at a friend's house, and developed a little crush. Harry had been flattered, and excited to get off with someone he was attracted to, for a change.

Now in the man's parents living room, of all places, Harry felt the soft satin from his bow slide across his skin right above his butt. Then, there were two pale hands on his chest and abdomen.

They worked their way down until the thumbs slid into the waistband of the underwear.

"Let's get these off, gorgeous. Been looking forward to getting to play with you..." Niall purred from behind in a soft, soothing voice. He then pulled them down, and turned Harry around.

Unable to see what was going on between Louis and Zayn behind him, was now driving Harry insane with jealousy. He glanced over his shoulder and Zayn was sitting in his daddy's lap, while the older man smiled up at him, and slid his hands between his legs. Harry was now straddling Niall, watching what was going on behind him.

"Look at me" Niall ordered, but in a hushed voice. "I won't tell if you don't. At least not tonight. Let's have some fun first, yeah?" He asked.

Harry looked behind him again. Louis was paying no attention to him, and was completely focused on jerking Zayn off, who had an utterly smitten look in his eyes.

Jealousy boiled over in his veins. Two can play that game, he thought.

He clenched his teeth, then returned the gaze of the man below him. Harry nodded subtly, then started kissing the blond's neck, while getting jerked off, himself.

"Mmm. Don't you worry about what's going on over there. Zayn is mine. He likes to be shared, too. The plus side is you get to kick it with me...in front of them, too" Niall said in a much louder voice.

Harry inhaled sharply, when the blonds other hand reached behind him, and pressed on his plug.

"I know you're new at this, baby. I don't mind taking my time with you. You wanna know what I think, though?" He asked. Harry tilted his head to the side. "I think you fucking love all of this. Think you want even more attention. Think you want to move over to that couch there, and let Liam and I completely ravish you..." he said.

Harry was sure he was bright red from head to toe. When he looked back at his daddy this time, Louis was looking at him. His jaw was clenched, and he looked a little pissed, but Zayn was now on his knees between his legs, blowing him steadily.

The older man's head rolled back, and he smirked smugly at his Princess, officially pissing Harry off.

"You're absolutely right, Sir. I'd love that. Want you to share me" Harry groaned.

The next thing he knew, they were standing, and Niall guided Harry over to sit next to Liam.

Arthur was watching everything. Cricket was between his legs keeping his cock warm.

Harry's old professor was kind of a silver fox, and he couldn't believe that he'd never realized. He absolutely loved that he was watching with such enthusiasm.

He had a dirty little secret with the blond. There was no fucking way that Louis wasn't going to be pissed about it if it got to him, but Harry figured he could at least get off with the guy before he had to tell him. He couldn't exactly just bring it up now.

Especially since Liam was all over him in an instant. He wasn't shy about scooting next to Harry, wrapping his arm around his waist, and kissing his neck immediately.

Harry closed his eyes and let the euphoria of being shared between his daddy's friends take over him completely.

One of them was jerking him off again, and he was kissing Liam sloppily. The kind-looking man now seemed ravenous.

"Why don't you get on your hands and knees, doll? You're gonna suck my dick, while Niall makes sure that cute little hole is ready" Liam suggested.

Harry nodded dutifully, sending a bit of a smug smirk of his own, his daddy's way.

The man on the chair across from him still had Zayn blowing him, and his hand on top of his head guiding him. He was absolutely glowering at Harry.

"Mmm. Cute little hole, indeed. Let's see how sweet you taste, hmm?" Niall asked, gently pulling out Harry's plug at the same exact time as Liam pushed his cock past his lips.

Liam tangled his fingers in Harry's hair, while Niall's tongue circled his stretched rim. Harry wasn't able to look at the other two if he tried now, and instead looked up at Liam with adoring, innocent eyes.

"What's up, darling? Pretty hot, the three of them, hmm?" Louis asked Zayn. There was hostility in his voice, but he was trying to keep it level.

"Yeah. It's hot, Sir" Zayn said, sounding less than pleased himself. Harry moaned on Liam's cock when Niall pressed his tongue inside, making the kneeling man pull out of his mouth so he didn't cum yet.

When Harry turned his head again, BOTH other men were giving him a death glare. Being a little petty, Harry decided to throw his hair over his shoulder sensually, and arch his back higher, giving Niall much more access. He focused now on the faux leather underneath him, but he could feel both of them sending daggers.

A guttural moan escaped him, with an incredulous laugh right behind it. Zayn's scorching, jet-black eyes gave Harry a look that he could take as nothing less than a direct challenge. He fucking LOVED making the other two too jealous, to even focus on each other.

Liam told Niall to trade spots, taking off his shirt. Niall didn't put up a fuss. He shucked his own clothes before getting on his knees in front of Harry, while Liam began licking and fingering where the blond just was.

"There's a good girl, hmm. You want this big dick in your mouth sweetheart?" Niall teased, slapping Harry in the cheek with it. Harry's mouth fell open when he saw the Irish man's size. It was much bigger in person. He licked his lips and nodded emphatically.

"Wow. What a little slut. You like that, baby? You think Harry is sexy?" Arthur asked Cricket, who was now nude, sitting on the teacher's skinny lap.

"Yeah. Look how hot he is, daddy. Look how bad he wants it" Cricket said, giggling in his ear.

Harry was now working his fist up and down Niall's cock, while the blond watched Liam eat his ass.

"Wow, daddy. You said he was hot, but you didn't tell me he was this hot" Zayn said. "Doubt he ever did anything like this on livestream..." Zayn added, his voice still sounding soft and submissive, but with a detectable, petty ring to it.

Niall stilled completely in front of an increasingly panicked Harry's face.

The curly haired man couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. When he finally managed to peel his eyes off of the couch, he looked to Niall first, who was looking at Louis and Zayn worriedly. He then had to force his gaze towards the other two, while a clueless Liam kept eating him out.

If Louis looked pissed before, it was absolutely nothing compared to the clenched-jaw, death glare he was giving to both Niall and his Princess.

Nothing happened for a few painful moments, they all just awkwardly stared at each other.

"And how would he know what Harry here does on livestream, gorgeous?" Louis asked, rubbing Zayn's back and looking up at him adoringly, but his face was still red with rage.

Niall pulled away from Harry and stood up.

"Zayn. Heel" Niall ordered in a deep, dominant voice, snapping his fingers loudly.

Liam stopped moving behind Harry, seeming to finally pick up on the tension.

Zayn hopped off of Louis' lap immediately, and hurriedly crawled over to his daddy on his hands and knees. He looked up at him, concerned.

Harry looked at Louis, who looked like he just found out that Harry had a wife and kids. The rage in his soul was hardly even readable, until he spoke, at least.

"Heel, bitch" he commanded simply. The hostility in his voice was subtle, but powerful.

Harry jumped up off the couch onto his feet, and began making his way over to his seething daddy.

"Hands! Knees! Only good girls get to walk on two feet. You're going to crawl over to me like the little bitch you are" Louis growled in a scary, booming voice.

Harry dropped to his knees immediately, and crawled towards Louis quickly. He was sure his face was red from humiliation, but also realized the warm sensation made his cock twitch.

When he was at Louis' feet, he tried to be too adorable to be mad at. He was damn near successful too, after putting his head in Louis' lap and looking up at him with huge, innocent, apologetic eyes.

"You think that's still going to work, darling? You've had me fooled from the beginning about how innocent you are" Louis snipped. "How would Niall and Zayn know what you do online? I fucking DARE you to lie to me" he spat.

Harry flinched at the man's raised voice. He knew he had to tell the truth. He just wished it didn't have to be in front of everyone.

"We've had a couple of private chats, daddy. Over the summer. I hadn't met you yet" Harry answered honestly.

Louis looked at Niall with hate brewing in his eyes.

"And you...what? You didn't recognize him?!" He snapped, returning his attention to the man at his feet.

"I did, daddy. I did. Was gonna tell you. I promise" Harry said in a pleading voice. "I...hadn't gotten the chance. I was going to tell him tonight that I needed to tell you. I was caught off guard when we saw him last time. Wanted to...respect his privacy. I didn't know what you wanted with me that night..." he tried to explain.

"Enough" Louis said, giving him a look that was worse than anger. He looked disappointed, betrayed, even. Harry felt sick to his stomach. He dared a glance over his shoulder at the other couple.

Niall's gaze was shifting between the two men nervously. When he looked at the boy at his feet, the other submissive had a smug smirk directed at the curly-haired man. Harry felt like he'd just punched him in the gut. He did that on purpose.

Liam looked like he felt super awkward now. He tucked his dick into his waistband and plopped down on the couch.

"What about you, Nialler? Didn't think that was something I might be interested in knowing, before letting you have your way with him? What the fuck?" Louis almost yelled. Niall grimaced, but then he got a defensive look in his eyes.

"Well uh...shit, Lou. What do you want me to say? I wasn't about to call it out at the party last time, and I haven't seen you since. I didn't even know for sure you'd be bringing him tonight, given how prone you are to hitting and quitting" Niall asserted. "Figured it was a conversation better left to the two of you. I told Z that night because I tell him everything. Showed him his page. Not like I was trying to...steal him or anything"

Louis' scowl was firm. Harry watched the exchange with the pit in his stomach nearly gnawing through his intestines. He found himself absolutely glaring at Zayn. Why would he do that?

"I-It's like I said, daddy. We h-had a few chats over the summer. Before you and I met. He hasn't t-tried to like...talk to me since, or anything. J-just didn't really have the opportunity...or...balls, I guess...to tell you..." Harry stammered after another insufferable silence.

Louis inhaled deeply through his nose, then exhaled shakily through his mouth. His fist was clenched tight, but he did appear to be calming down.

"Fine" Louis snipped, but he sat back down. Everyone seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief.

The remaining tension was momentarily broken by the sound of the doorbell.

Niall pulled his pants on without his boxers, and without bothering to put on a shirt. He stumbled towards the front door, now apparently feeling his drinks.

Zayn sat awkwardly where he was. Harry couldn't look at him, he was so angry. Louis wasn't looking at Harry. He could tell that he was still seething, and he didn't know what else to say to make it better.

After a few moments, Niall came bouncing back into the room with a bright smile, like nothing had happened at all.

"Shawn, I'm sure you remember Arthur and Cricket. This is Liam" Niall introduced. "Of course you know Lou. This is his new pet, Harry..." he continued, clearly hoping they could drop the subject now that there was more company.

Shawn was wicked attractive. He was lean and muscular, wearing a tight, white button-up, and black slacks. He had warm, brown eyes and a huge, toothy smile.

Walking in behind him was a shorter man. He had ear-length dirty blond hair, and was wearing a short, strapless black dress.

"Hey, mate. Nice to meet ya" Shawn said, holding out his hand towards Liam. "Hello, Harry. Wow, you're gorgeous, hmm? Look at you..." he went on, eyeing the curly-haired man up and down. Harry felt his cheeks redden, but he couldn't even let the compliment feel good right now. He felt like shit for pissing his daddy off.

"Well? Don't be rude. Say hello to Shawn and Darren" Louis ordered, sounding impatient.

"Hello, Shawn. Nice to meet you. Hi Darren. I like your dress" Harry said, hoping that sucking up to the new guys wasn't out of line. He had no clue how to behave in a scenario like this. It was all going so well before Zayn had to open his big mouth.

Harry had never been good with conflict or confrontation of any kind. He'd much rather go home and be alone, than deal with any pointless drama, usually. But this was not a usual social circumstance. He'd fucked up, and now he had to squirm in the consequences of that.

"Stand up, slut" Louis ordered, standing up himself, and reaching into his pocket. Harry stood next to his daddy with his eyes on the floor, until the older man held a metal ring up to his face, dangling it menacingly. "Since you're so fucking popular around here, we don't want you getting tired out now, do we? The night is just getting started, and you're in so much fucking trouble..." Louis hissed.

Harry swallowed hard. He'd nearly gone flaccid in the last few minutes, but the idea of the cock ring had his dick swelling with curiosity. Being punished by not being allowed to cum sounded humiliating enough on its own, but whatever Louis was cooking up in his kinky brain was sure to be even more embarrassing. Why was the idea making Harry so fucking hot, though?

"You'll have to excuse Harry's lack of manners, Shawn. He's new to this. Kind of" Louis explained, looking a lot calmer now that he felt like he was back in control. He watched Harry's cock inflate lustily. "Was a virgin when I met him. Apparently, that didn't mean that everyone within a thousand mile radius with internet access, hasn't seen him whoring around.

"Since Zayn just spilled the beans about Nialler and Harry here having had sexy, secret online chats before he met me, you'll all be able to watch his punishment" Louis declared. He pumped Harry's stiff cock twice, before sliding the ring down to the base. "Look at you, darling. Got yourself a little humiliation kink, do you? That is very fortunate for you, because you're going to be fucking humiliated, alright..."

Harry was torn. Part of him absolutely loved the attention. All eyes were on him, but not in a good way. Because of Zayn, he was in trouble. Because of Zayn, he was about to be punished in front of all of these strangers. He wanted to be good, but the way Louis had described their predicament sounded very, very bad.

"Aw. Well what're the odds of that?" Shawn asked in a teasing voice. He took a seat on the only empty couch, and snapped for Darren to sit at his feet. "Arms up, Princess. You're way overdressed. I have a feeling it's going to be a fun night after all..." he directed.

When Darren lifted his arms, Shawn pulled the skimpy, black dress off of him, leaving Darren totally naked. Harry's eyes drifted to his hard cock standing up against his stomach, leaking pre-cum. He was by far the smallest dick in the room, and the only circumcised one, but it was still pretty.

"I think that since you two like keeping secrets, I'll let you get back to what you were doing with Niall and Liam for now...." Louis pondered aloud. "After you take your spanking, of course. Then, you're going to let the two of them have their way with you, while you watch me fuck the shit out of Zayn. Every time you take your eyes off of us, will be a smack Zayn gets to give your ass when we're through. Is that clear?" He stated.

The fire in Louis eyes was daring Harry to protest in any way. He was going to spank him? Here? In front of everyone? Harry's ringed cock was sensitive, throbbing. The thought of having to watch his daddy fuck the guy who'd just sold him out was infuriating. It wasn't fair! But he knew he was in no position to protest, if he didn't want to make matters worse for himself.

"Yes, daddy. I'm sorry I was bad. I just wanna be good for you..." Harry said, a little absently. He was too busy glowering at Zayn to sound as enthused as he was supposed to. "I'm sorry I embarrassed you, daddy. Serves me right to be humiliated in front of everyone. I was so, so bad. Just wanna show you I'm good. I'll do as you say"

Louis breathed out an un-amused "mhm" and guided Harry to bend over his knees. Harry tried to bury his face in Louis' lap, but that clearly wasn't going to be a comfort he was allowed.

"Oh, come on sweetheart. You need to watch everyone watch you take your punishment. If you get through the whole thing, you'll be allowed to cum before we leave, alright?" Louis said, his voice quite a bit softer than it'd been for the last few minutes.

Harry grimaced, but turned his head to face the room of men, who were all looking at him hungrily. His spirit was lifted by Louis' tone lightening up. He'd feel so much better if he wasn't mad at him anymore, so he decided that he could take it all, if it meant Louis would start being nice to him again after.

"Good girl. Count out loud, now" Louis ordered, laying a hard smack down on his right ass-cheek. Harry counted along with the blows. Five landed on the same cheek, before the remaining ones shifted to his left. Louis wasn't holding back, either. They were just as painful, if not more, than the ones he'd given him in the classroom that day.

"Nine! TEN! OW! Fuck" Harry whined. "Thank you daddy..." he grunted in pain, when his entire bottom was bright red and stinging on both sides.

All of the other men were watching eagerly, including the other submissives. The satisfied smirk on Zayn's face was making Harry blind with rage. He felt his blood boiling with humiliation, as Zayn, Shawn, Arthur, and Darren all pointed and laughed at him.

Niall and Liam both looked a little amused, and a lot turned on, but they held back their laughter, likely thinking that Harry was getting it bad enough already, without them piling on.

"There's my girl..." Louis praised. He helped Harry to stand up straight, and tugged on his swollen cock some more. Harry wasn't a stranger to the cock ring. He'd wear them so he could last full sessions or livestreams, so he could release all at once at the end.

This was different, though. His dick was so sensitive from how turned on he was. He was normally in control of when the device came off, and he'd be able to shoot his load whenever it got to be too much.

It sounded like he was going to be wearing it for a while, and that other men were going to use him to make themselves cum. The excitement and frustration were killing him already.

He mentally prepared himself, for what he was sure was going to be a long night.

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"Go on then. Go get your slutty little ass fucked" Louis ordered. "Nialler, I'm letting this slide in the interest of not ruining the night for everyone. Stay in your fucking lane" he added, pushing Harry gently to his knees, and playfully smacking his ass to crawl back over to the other two men.

Niall seemed a bit pissed off at the statement, and almost looked like he'd say something snarky in response, until he saw Harry crawling towards him. Lust took over the wheel completely, and he nodded once at Louis with his eyebrows narrowed. He then focused his gaze solely on Harry.

"Alright, you little brat. Now that you've gotten your new friend in trouble with this big mouth of yours, you're gonna go make sure his daddy is taken care of. You do whatever Louis says, understood?" Niall said towards Zayn, while still looking at Harry.

Louis was still absolutely heated about what Zayn had let slip, but like he said, he didn't want it to ruin their evening. The punishment was a way for him to get his frustration out, without crashing all of the way out, punching Niall in the face, and dragging Harry home by his hair.

Zayn shot a dirty look towards his daddy, but nodded in acceptance. It appeared as though Harry and Zayn exchanged their own cold glances, before the raven-haired man was in front of Louis on his knees again.

While Louis loved this kind of party, he never had this kind of attachment to any other submissive that he'd brought along before.

With Harry, it was something different entirely. The protective surge of adrenaline was hard to shake. He loved that the man would do anything he told him, and he was positive he'd enjoy watching whatever that was. What was unexpected, was the level of jealousy Louis had already been experiencing before he'd found that out.

Now, watching his boy sit on the couch between Niall and Liam again, knowing they'd arrived with Harry and the blond sharing a secret that Louis hadn't been privy to, had the older man wondering how he was going to stomach watching what he'd ordered him to do.

Deciding to let go and have fun, he forced his gaze off of Harry, satisfied that he didn't appear distracted by the other two men at all. He was still looking at Louis with a sad, guilty, puppy-dog look in his eyes.

Zayn now had his head back in Louis' lap. He was blinking up at him sweetly, and nudging Louis' knee trying to get his attention.

"Hey, gorgeous. Come back to play?" Louis asked. Zayn nodded excitedly. "Want you to stand up in front of me. Bend over and touch your toes, sweet cheeks" he ordered, unzipping his fly and taking his huge dick out.

Zayn glanced over his shoulder at the other men on the couch. Harry was looking at Zayn with more anger than Louis had seen from the younger man yet. He glared at him the whole time that the other two were guiding him back into the position he'd been in, before they were interrupted.

When Harry's eyes met Louis', the older man gave him a wicked smirk, before parting Zayn's cheeks in front of him, and licking circles into his dilated hole. Harry looked absolutely enraged, until Liam slid two slick fingers inside of him from behind. He then breathed in a shocked gasp, and sent Louis a menacing look of his own.

Just like that, Harry's attention was on Niall in front of him, who had completely removed his pants again, and was slapping Harry's mouth with his thick cock. The head pushed past his boy's plump, pink lips, and he started fucking his face ruthlessly.

The protective feeling was taking over Louis again, which frankly annoyed him. He wanted to be having fun, fucking Zayn's brains out. Maybe having a go with Cricket or Darren, too. But now he was having a hard time getting through it. It was a much different scene to him, when there were feelings involved.

Harry was taking the face-fucking like a champ, like he took everything. Still, the somewhat pained look in his eyes while Niall rested at the back of his throat, and Liam lined his cock up with his waiting hole, made Louis worry it might be too much, and that Harry wouldn't color out if he needed to, because he was trying to appease Louis.

Deciding to keep a close eye on it for now, Louis told Zayn to ride him reverse-cowgirl, while watching Liam and his daddy fuck Harry.

Arthur let out a long moan, watching Zayn ease himself down onto Louis' cock, sitting on him like he was sitting on a chair. When Louis looked over at the other men, Cricket was on the floor fingering himself open in front of Shawn, while Darren choked on Arthur's dick.

"Mmm. So tight, Princess. So good..." Liam grunted, now balls deep inside the curly-haired man, giving him a second to adjust. "Got yourself in a little trouble being naughty, hmm? Look at this beautiful ass, such a pretty shade of red. You were a virgin, huh? Look at you now. A few weeks with Louis, and you're taking cock from both ends" he teased.

With Zayn now sat on his lap, Louis anchored him in place by his shoulders, and began thrusting up into the boy, while watching the others with disdain.

"Open up, Curly. Gonna cum all over this pretty face" Niall commanded, pulling his dick out of the other man's mouth, and painting his face with his load, while Harry happily stuck his tongue out, like a good girl.

Liam forced a moan out of the younger man as he dicked into him slowly. The pace looked gentle enough not to worry Louis, but Harry looked turned on enough, to piss him off even more than he had.

Niall hopped off of the couch, then sat back down on it normal, with Harry's cum-splattered face right next to him.

The blond took in what was going on around him in the room, chuckling to himself when he saw Shawn bending Cricket over the back of the couch, and Darren making out with Cricket, while Arthur was lining up to fuck him.

When the blond's attention landed on Louis, he had some anxiety in his eyes. Louis looked at him, visibly unamused, but also rapidly approaching his climax inside of Niall's submissive.

"Gonna cum for me, pretty? Cum all over yourself from taking my cock? While Harry has to watch without being able to finish? I bet he'll love that....Mmm. Oh fuck, Z. Gonna fill you up..." Louis chanted, getting tired from fucking Zayn in this position for so long, but also loving the jealous stares radiating from across the room.

"Gonna cum. Thank you, Sir. Fuck, your cock is incredible. I'm SO glad you're letting me cum..." Zayn cried, looking over his shoulder at a smiling Louis, who was finishing inside of him, then looking at Harry to see his reaction.

The curly-haired man's ice-cold look was enough to freeze Zayn's soul. Still, the man in his daddy's lap kept the sly look in his eyes, through his entire climax. He finished on his own abdomen.

Louis helped Zayn to stand up, then pulled his chin towards him for a kiss. He loved being in control, loved getting to call the shots.

Yeah, he'd been embarrassed that he didn't know that Harry and Niall knew each other via his cam-whoring, but now that he did, he had plenty of reason to be petty.

"Fuck, Sir! That feels incredible. I wish I could cum so bad, but it's plenty good enough just to get my ass and face fucked so perfectly...feels good enough to just be here for you to use..." Harry moaned in a strained voice, while Liam picked his pace up slightly.

Louis saw red, but sipped his whiskey and told himself to breathe.

"Look how much fun he's having over there, hmm? Not enough to be a cam-whore, is it? Has to come here and steal the show with his sluttines..." Louis teased Zayn, who was now kneeling at Louis' feet, watching the show. He still had his own cum dripping down his torso, which gave Louis an idea. "Why don't you give him something else to do while Liam finishes up, hmm?

"Want you to go stand in front of his face. Harry's going to clean you up. You've made such a mess, and he's such a desperate, little cum-slut. Go on. You can walk over" Louis ordered, throwing more of his whiskey back.

"Fuck, Harry. So tight, so good. Being such a good girl, taking your punishment in stride. I'm gonna fill this slutty ass with cum, then you're gonna eat Zayn's off of him. I sincerely hope your daddy lets us see you finish before the night is out. I imagine that'll be one for the spank bank..." Liam said between labored breaths, as he came inside of Harry.

When the muscular man pulled out, he collapsed back onto the couch, with Harry's open, dripping hole still in his face. Harry looked totally destroyed, but there was also an anger still present in his eyes. Something stronger, even. Like defiance. Which simply wouldn't do for Louis.

Harry glowered up at Zayn while he licked his jizz off of his abdomen, as instructed. When Harry finished, Zayn went to go sit at Niall's feet, but the blond stopped him.

"Now, now Z. Where are your manners? Harry cleaned you up, didn't he? Why don't you return the favor? You're gonna eat Liam's load out of his ass, then you two are going to kiss and make up. I don't want all of this tension in the air all night" Niall directed.

Zayn looked like he was seriously going to protest. He even stomped his foot and crossed his arms over his chest, pouting like a child, but to no avail. Once Niall raised his eyebrow, Zayn made his way around to Harry's other end, where his beaten ass was still in the air for everyone to see.

When Zayn licked up and down his crack, then slurped on the taller man's hole, Louis could tell it was taking everything within Harry not to react at all. He was scowling, but also gripping the bottom cushion tight and holding his breath.

After Harry was as clean as he was going to get, Zayn wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and walked around to go sit by his daddy again. He was met with the same quirked, increasingly-impatient, eyebrow.

Zayn sighed heavily, but he picked up Harry's chin. He pressed his lips to the other man's, but neither of them were even remotely into it. After three quick pecks, Zayn tried to walk away once again.

"Stop being a brat, or I'll take you over my own damn knee. Make out with him like you fucking mean it, or I'll lock this dick up in its cage for the rest of the night" Niall growled, in a deeper, meaner voice than Louis had heard from him in a long time.

Harry looked just as displeased as Zayn clearly was. He was apparently in no mood to make the task easier on his companion, hardly moving his lips along with the other boy's. Louis didn't know whether he wanted to punish him or reward him for that.

"Alright, Harry. Good girl. Heel" Louis said, wanting to put an end to the most awkward kiss he'd ever seen.

Harry seemed grateful to be off of his hands and knees, and to be getting away from Zayn, but he still looked pissed off.

"You can walk, Princess. You're being so good. Get over here and sit at my feet. Going to watch the others finish, now" he said.

Harry nodded, but his scowl didn't soften, frustrating Louis. He couldn't enjoy himself, if Harry no longer was, either.

"Come here. Open" Louis ordered, roughly pulling Harry's face towards him. When he did as told, Louis spat a wad of saliva into his mouth.

Harry swallowed with ease, and opened for more, but didn't look half as enthused as Louis thought he would. Disdain lingered in his eyes, a persistent attitude that was grating on Louis' last nerve.

"What's wrong, darling? You love when daddy spits in your mouth. Does your cock hurt too much?" Louis asked, getting a little worried.

Harry's prick was showing no signs of softening. The red, angry tip was allowing the tiniest drop of pre-cum to slip by. When Louis drew his, and basically everyone else's attention to it, the appendage twitched painfully.

"Mmm. Doesn't exactly feel good, daddy. I really need to cum" Harry replied in a level tone. "But that isn't what's bothering me" he grumbled, looking towards Zayn, who was now getting jerked off by Liam, but began paying attention after the angsty response.

"And what is it that has you so grumpy, Princess? Tell daddy all about it" Louis cooed, running his fingers through Harry's hair absently.

"Just annoying that Zayn did that on purpose, daddy. He knew that you didn't know. He has some kind of problem with me. He wanted me to get in trouble, to be embarrassed. Probably wanted to suck up to you, too. I don't trust him, daddy" Harry complained.

Louis looked deep into the pained, emerald irises. Harry was being genuine, there was no doubt in Louis' mind. He didn't usually have Zayn pegged as someone to start drama, but Louis could imagine that finding out Niall and Harry had video chatted, likely didn't feel so good for him either.

Still, Louis had already given it to Harry, harder than he intended to for his first real party. He wanted to discuss it with him later, but he wasn't too eager to bring it up in front of everyone again.

"Is that true, Zayn?" Niall asked in a disapproving tone. The submissive man was now the one who looked heated. He rolled his eyes, but looked up at the blond, and nodded, a little ashamedly. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. And why would you do such a thing? I thought you liked him, Princess. Sure as shit wouldn't shut up about him the other night. What made you want to get him in trouble?"

Louis was curious about the answer, and glad Niall was dealing with him. He saw Harry palm his aching cock, and decided to let it go, given the intensity of the environment.

"I didn't like that I knew he was withholding information from Louis, daddy. Plus, he's hot as fuck, yeah. Only an asshole would try to deny that. But he's saying I'M untrustworthy?! He's the 'virgin' whore, yet I can't be trusted? Seems a little sus to me. I don't like him for Louis, daddy. I was being petty..." Zayn admitted, looking at the ground now.

Harry looked up to see Louis' reaction to that, which was pretty neutral at first. When he looked closer and saw his boy's crimson cheeks, and the tears in his eyes that were desperately trying not to spill over, he got the protective surge three-fold.

Louis sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. He looked to Niall, to see what he was going to do with Zayn.

"That was...so fucking naughty of you. You tried to cause a rift between them, and probably succeeded. You also made shit uncomfortable for me and Lou. In addition to all of that, you not only outed Harry's secret, you've now openly insulted him" Niall scolded. Louis was pleasantly surprised, so far. "Go get it. Now" he demanded.

Zayn opened his mouth to protest, but Niall pointed in the direction of the staircase without another word. The blond looked absolutely pissed.

How was Louis going to get Harry out of there, without embarrassing him further? He'd had too much to drink, himself. Hopefully Harry could drive.

"Up, Princess" Louis ordered, tapping Harry's shoulder. Harry stood, and when he turned to face Louis, two fat tears dropped from his eyes onto his abdomen. Louis wiped at the wet spots with his thumb, and looked up at Harry with concern in his eyes.

The older man reached out and removed the ring from the base of Harry's dick. It was tight around the shaft, and he had to be gentle. When the ring was off, Louis licked up and down the pulsating monster, then took it to the back of his throat.

His lips glided up and down four, maybe five times, until Harry warned him.

"I'm close daddy. Oh, fuck. Thank you. Thank you so much. Feels so good..." Harry panted. He didn't wait for permission, his built up orgasm was all coming to a head in Louis' mouth.

Just when Louis thought it had to be done, the warm splatters continued. When Harry finally pulled away, Louis stood immediately, and found Harry's jeans.

Zayn came stomping back into the room, looking almost forlorn. Louis wondered if he was actually looking at Harry apologetically, or if he was imagining it.

"No more pouting. Hold still" Niall said, fastening the man's soft cock into the black, metal cage. Louis heard Darren snicker, making him need to stifle his own. "You're going to go apologize to Louis and Harry, and everyone else, for being a little shit-stirrer. More importantly, you're going to apologize for trying to belittle Harry like that. Doesn't matter that he's done stuff on camera for money.

"Doesn't make him any more of a whore than you are. Like you weren't delighted when I showed you the page that night, asking if you were really going to get to play with him. You were being petty and jealous and its earned you a night in both cages" he added sternly.

Zayn looked annoyed, but like he'd been expecting it, at least. Knowing he wasn't getting out of it, and not wanting to make it any worse for himself, Zayn shuffled up to Harry.

"Hands and knees. Only good girls get to walk" Louis barked in a deep, authoritative voice, realizing how pissed off he was at him.

Zayn flinched a little, and dropped to the floor. The blond nodded in approval at Louis, likely trying to get himself back in his friend's good graces.

Harry wasn't looking at Zayn while he approached. Louis chose not to call any more attention to it, feeling pretty bad for his boy. He wanted to scoop him up and get out of there, to bring him home and take care of him.

"I'm sorry for being a jealous brat, Harry" Zayn said in a semi-disgruntled tone. Louis raised a warning eyebrow, and the black-haired man's tone miraculously lightened. "Sorry for what I said. About you being a whore. Implying it was a bad thing. Wasn't nice..." he added, flexing his jaw, but at least his words had some detectable sincerity.

"It's fine" Harry said coldly, crossing his arms over his chest. Louis handed him his pants, and the taller man hurriedly pulled them on. "Should apologize to both of them, too. Wasn't your business to tell" he added, putting his arms in the holes in his t-shirt. Zayn glowered at him again.

"I'm not taking orders from you, Curly. I'm apologizing to them because I'd planned on it, not because you said to" Zayn retorted. Harry scoffed and shook his head, but didn't say anything. "I'm sorry, Louis. I didn't think about your feelings when I said it. I was being selfish. Sorry, daddy. I wasn't thinking of how you'd feel, either, or that it could put your friendship in jeopardy" he added, looking over his shoulder at Niall.

Louis didn't care about any of it anymore. His only interest was getting Harry home. Certain that Niall was going to give it to Zayn pretty bad later, Louis took it easy on him.

"You were being a petty brat. But it was understandable" Louis replied. "Don't fuck with my boy again, Zaynee. This was his first party and you ruined it for him. I expect much better manners from you next time, if you ever want to play with either of us again" he added seriously.

Zayn suddenly looked worried, and nodded emphatically. He shot another apologetic look Harry's way, seeming to have calmed down a bit.

"But we'll put it behind us, yeah? I know part of you thought you were looking out for me" he decided to throw in there, not wanting to completely tear the guy apart. "We're gonna get out of here. It was fun. We'll do it again sometime."

"For sure, man. Sorry about...that. And for Zayn. That was my bad. Drinks on me next weekend" Niall replied. Louis rolled his eyes affectionately.

Louis then stepped around Harry to grab his lingerie from where it had been discarded, and stuffed it into his back pocket.

He'd definitely planned on staying longer, but he wasn't positive that either himself, or Harry, could bounce back from all of that, and get back into a party mood.

"Good night, guys. Nice meeting you, Liam" Louis said, before telling Harry to tell everyone goodbye. He then ushered Harry out of the door.

"Wanted to get you out of there, but I've had a little too much to drink. Can you drive?" Louis asked, praying they didn't have to sit in the driveway and wait for him to sober up.

"Sure. I haven't had anything" Harry said. His tone wasn't cold exactly, but it wasn't his usual shy, but deep and upbeat voice.

Louis got in the passenger seat. After a few minutes of silence, he couldn't take it anymore.

"You uh...you still wanna stay over?" He asked, trying not to sound overly-worried.

Harry looked at him, seeming puzzled. He didn't look nearly as upset as before. Louis was glad he was able to hold it together while he was there, for Harry's sake, but wouldn't blame him if he started crying again, now that they were away from everyone.

"D-do you um...do you still want me to?" Harry asked, glancing over at Louis with apprehensive eyes.

Louis tilted his head to the side, assessing Harry's gaze while stopped at a red light.

"Yes. I still want you to" Louis replied. He was surprised that Harry looked surprised.

"O-okay. I'll stay" Harry said in his timid voice. Louis sighed with relief. The last thing he needed was to stay up worried about him all night.

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