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Harry rushed off stage, giddy and energized after finishing his show. Louis was already waiting for him, with a new water bottle and a smile.

“Great show, doll,” Louis said, handing Harry the water.

Harry took it wordlessly, opening it and chugging nearly all of its contents. “Thanks,” he said breathlessly, flashing Louis a smile of appreciation.

Louis leaned in and gave Harry a quick kiss before pulling back and licking the water droplets that were now clinging to his own lips. “Tonight was a big night, yeah?”

Harry cocked his head. “What do you mean?” he asked. “Every night is big.” He pressed the water bottle to his lips, mouthing at the spout absently. He saw Louis’ eyes flick to his mouth before he found Harry’s eyes again.

“What do I mean?” Louis repeated, extending an arm towards Harry. “I mean…” He curved his hand around Harry’s waist and pulled him in close. “You’ve been clinging to the red, yellow, blue, neutral look every show so far. This is the first night you actually wore a color that didn’t make you look like a Piet Mondrian painting.”

A slow grin spread across Harry’s face. “You’ve been studying your Amsterdam history, I see.”

Louis shrugged with a half smile. “You’ve left enough books about it in the hotel room, and I had to do something while you’ve been rehearsing.”

Harry giggled, pinching Louis’ cheek. “My worldly man, learning about fine art on his downtime.”

Louis waved Harry’s hand away with a snort. “Point is, you look good tonight, baby.” He ran his thumb over Harry’s cheek and planted a kiss on his forehead.

Harry beamed. “You like my new top?”

Louis was silent for a moment, his eyes darkening in a way that Harry was surely imagining in the dim backstage lighting. “I do,” Louis said seconds later. “And I’ve got something to go with it.”

“Yeah?” Harry said excitedly. “What is it?”

Louis kissed Harry’s lips again and pinched his side lightly. “Go say goodnight to everybody, and I’ll meet you back in your dressing room,” he said, roundly ignoring Harry’s question.

Harry frowned, looking back over his shoulder as he turned to go. Louis winked, instantly melting Harry’s expression into a dimpled grin.

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“Pick a hand,” Louis said, holding out his fists that he had just removed from his pockets.

Harry chewed at his lip, studying the backs of Louis’ hands as if he could see through them.

“Come on, darling,” Louis said after a minute. “We haven’t got all night.”

Harry tapped Louis’ right hand, hoping he’d made the right choice.

Louis turned his fist over and uncurled his fingers, revealing a satiny bow, about the width of his hand, the same shade of pink as Harry’s outfit.

Harry looked at it for a moment and then back at Louis’ face. “Is that for my hair?”

“Mhmm.” Louis reached up and clipped it into Harry’s hair and then turned him towards the mirror.

Harry felt his face heating as he took in the sight. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had worn a hairbow, and seeing it in his hair when he and Louis weren’t in the privacy of their own home had his heart racing.

His eyes darted to Louis’ face in the mirror, smiling back at Harry warmly as he squeezed his shoulder. “What do you think?”

Harry's anxiety and uneasiness dissolved under Louis’ touch, overtaken by the kindness in his voice and the adoration in his eyes. “It’s perfect,” Harry said, turning to give his husband a kiss. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, baby.”

Harry looked down, noticing that one of Louis’ hands was still in a fist. “What’s in that hand?” he asked curiously.

Louis took Harry’s hand, slowly opening his own in Harry’s palm.

Harry watched as Louis pulled his hand away, revealing a bundle of hot pink lace. Harry unbunched it to get a better look, his stomach instantly swooping as he realized what it was. “Louis,” he breathed, holding the knickers out in front of himself. They were sheer, covered in lacy roses, complete with a bow on the front that matched the ones in his hair and on his top. He turned them around and realized with a jolt that it was a thong.

“Some bottoms to go with your new top,” Louis said with a smirk. “Do you like them?”

Harry lowered the knickers and met Louis’ gaze with wide eyes and an even wider grin. “I love them,” he said excitedly. His face fell seconds later. “Wait. Do I still get to keep them even though I didn’t pick that hand first?”

Louis laughed, bowing his head and shaking it slightly. “Yeah, sweetheart,” he said as he looked back at Harry. “You get to keep them. And the hairbow.”

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you,” he said, wrapping his arms around Louis’ neck and pulling him into a warm embrace.

“You’re welcome, babygirl,” Louis replied before kissing Harry’s neck.

Harry squirmed, both at the nickname and the warmth of Louis’ mouth on his skin. “Daddy,” he murmured, the word coming out almost as a question.

“You’re alright, doll,” Louis said softly, thumb smoothing over the dip in Harry’s waist. “Do you want to try them on?”

“Can I… put them on, and then we can go back to the hotel?” Harry asked as he turned over the idea in his head. He was already imagining what kind of night they were going to have, how lovely he was going to look in his knickers and hairbow, all laid out pretty for Louis.

“Yeah, that sounds good, love,” Louis agreed. “Do you want to shower or change your clothes?”

Harry pulled away slightly, looking down at the hot pink fabric stretched across his torso and then at the thong in his hand. “No,” he said, shaking his head.

“Alright,” Louis said. “You put them on, and I’ll finish getting your things together.”

Harry nodded, a silent thank you. He reached into his hair and carefully removed his bow. “Hold onto this for me?”

“You can keep it in, baby,” Louis said. His voice was reassuring, soothing in ways that Harry hadn’t known he needed.

“I know,” Harry said, tucking the bow into Louis’ hand. He curled Louis’ fingers closed around the bow and brought Louis’ fist up to give his knuckles a kiss. “But I only want to wear it for you.”

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Harry entered their hotel room with a long exhale, his heart pounding from the thrill of secretly wearing his new thong, unbeknownst to everyone he had seen since leaving his dressing room. He was practically vibrating with excitement, anxious to play with Louis and put his presents to good use.

Harry spun around once his shoes were off and his jacket was in the closet, holding his hand out to Louis. “Gimme,” he said eagerly.

Louis raised an eyebrow, tongue tucked in his cheek. “‘Gimme’?” he repeated incredulously. “That’s not very polite.”

Harry huffed an impatient sigh and cocked his hip. “Can I have my hairbow now, please?” he tried, hoping that this rewording was satisfactory.

Louis stuffed his hand into his pocket, and Harry broke out into a wide grin, pleased with himself for having won. Louis retrieved the bow, holding it out for Harry. He pulled it back, however, just as Harry was about to take it.

“Not so fast,” Louis said, walking further into the room. “I think we should have a little talk first.”

Harry’s heart skipped a beat, the change of Louis’ tone sending a rush of adrenaline through Harry’s veins. He recognized it instantly, the touch of dominance in Louis’ voice that meant Harry was about to be lectured for something. He fidgeted as he fought the urge to drop to his knees, already preparing to apologize.

“What was it you said on stage this evening?” Louis questioned.

Harry bit his lip. Louis always did this, asked a vague question that could have a hundred different answers, none of which were coming to Harry’s mind. He was going blank, forgetting every word he had uttered during his show, as if he had sung his set straight through without any talking in between.

“I-I don’t remember,” he stuttered, wringing his hands in front of him.

Louis gave a pinched expression, mouth forming a tight line that had Harry averting his eyes. “It was about your outfit,” Louis provided for him, clearly trying to jog Harry’s memory.

Harry wracked his brain as he lifted his gaze back to Louis, eyes darting about the man’s face as if it would somehow give him the answer. “I… said it was new?” he tried, hoping that this was correct.

Louis gave a single nod. “You did,” Louis confirmed. “And how was it that you referred to it?”

Harry could hardly focus over the pounding of his heart, the way every word his dom spoke was fluttering into his ears and water falling down into his abdomen, stirring like restless butterflies with tremors in their wings. “I said it was a new top,” he suddenly remembered, proud of himself.

“You did,” Louis said again. He lifted Harry’s hair bow, twiddling it between his fingers as he began to slowly pace across the room. “Strange word choice, innit?”

Harry shrugged, unsure what Louis meant. “Idunno. It’s… not really a shirt. It has the crotch snaps to keep it tucked.” This felt like a dumb explanation, heat forming on his cheeks for reasons he couldn’t name. “More of a bodysuit, really.”

“Sure, sure,” Louis said, practically waving off Harry’s words with his own. “But for a queer man, the word top has other meanings, doesn’t it?”

Harry nodded slowly. “Yes?” He wasn’t sure where Louis was going with this, why he was walking around the room playing with Harry’s bow instead of playing with Harry.

“People have been making sex jokes online about your ‘new top’ for the past several hours,” Louis said. He stopped in his tracks and turned to face Harry, the intensity in his eyes making Harry’s stomach jump. “But you don’t have a ‘new top’. Do you?”

Harry shook his head. “No, Daddy,” he answered, the words rushing from his lips in a quick attempt to defend himself.

Louis raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure?” he asked. “Haven’t gone out and found someone else to pound your little arse into the mattress?”

Harry swallowed hard, the image of Louis’ words swirling in his head and making him dizzy. “No, Daddy,” he said again. “Of course not.”

Louis took several slow steps towards Harry, head tipped to the side like he was studying Harry’s face. “Does Daddy not do it for you anymore, pet?” he asked once he was back in front of Harry. “Do you need someone else to pin you down and make you whimper and squirm?”

Harry rolled his ankles, attempting to focus through the teasing so that he could properly answer his husband’s question. “I only want you,” he said with a firm nod. “Nobody else.”

Louis hummed, taking another step forward and bringing the hair clip to Harry’s hair. “Good.” He attached it on one side, straightening it out and then trailing the backs of his fingers down Harry’s cheek.

Harry’s eyes fluttered closed, inhaling audibly at the touch. He sucked his lower lip in his mouth and waited to see what his dom would do next.

“You’re so pretty, darling,” Louis murmured softly.

Harry blinked open his eyes and found Louis’ staring at him with an icy blue heat that made Harry’s toes curl. “Thank you, Daddy,” he whispered.

“It’s sweet how you only want to be pretty for Daddy, yeah?” Louis continued, tracing a single finger along the line of Harry’s jaw.

Harry took in a shuddering breath. “Only Daddy,” he repeated lowly. The words barely made a sound as they left his lips, but they still made Louis smile, warm and soft as he continued his touch down Harry’s neck and over his collar bone. Harry shivered, body twitching with a need for more, an ache for his husband to give him something deeper than ghosted fingers and gentle murmurings.

Harry’s jaw dropped with a sudden moan as Louis caught one of Harry’s nipples between his fingers and gave it a sudden pinch, granting Harry’s wish.

“I like your new top too,” Louis said, speaking over the sound of Harry cursing as Louis pinched harder and gave a twist. “Makes your tits look amazing… shows off your nipples.” He released Harry’s nipple and thumbed over the other one with soft back and forth strokes.

Harry tipped his head back and swallowed, body jolting as he braced himself for another painful pinch. But then Louis’ finger was gone, leaving Harry to blink at the ceiling in confusion.

A second later, he was crying out again, this time at Louis’ teeth as he sank them into the flesh around Harry’s nipple over the fabric. “Dear god,” Harry groaned, hands coming to grip Louis’ shoulders in search of a steadying force to cling to. His cock was fattening up in his trousers, pressing tight against the lace clinging to his skin.

Louis hummed, removing his mouth and looking up at Harry with a cheeky grin. “My good girl,” he crooned. “Always take the pain so well, yeah?”

Harry nodded wordlessly, breaths rushing over his lips as he panted. He blinked hard, his eyes damp with the beginnings of tears as the sting that remained from Louis’ teeth settled on his skin.

Louis placed a kiss over Harry’s nipple and then slowly sank to the floor; a single hand running down Harry’s torso to his waistband. He looked back up at Harry. “Can Daddy see how you look in your present, baby?” he asked, already fingering over Harry’s belt.

Harry didn’t answer for a moment, caught off guard by the request and the fact that his dom was asking for permission so sweetly instead of undoing Harry’s trousers without question. “Yeah,” Harry rasped. He cleared his throat and gave a nod. “Yes, want you to see.”

“Good girl.” Louis smiled and sat back on his heels. “Go on then,” he said, further surprising Harry. “Take your trousers off for Daddy.”

Harry’s hands shook as he fumbled with his belt, mentally questioning why he had even put it back on earlier. It felt stiff in his hands, similar to the way his knuckles were tightening up with nerves as he attempted to undo the buckle. He swallowed down a whine, not wanting to succumb to his frustration. Louis had told him to do something, and he was going to do it, even if his hands weren’t cooperating. He needed to prove Louis’ premature praise of “good girl” to be true.

Harry finally managed to undo both his belt and his trousers. He had left the snaps undone on his body suit, and he reached down to pull them out, tucking the material up into the rest of his top so that his knickers would be visible. He brought his hand back down, sucking in a light breath as his fingertips caught a taste of the lace between the open flaps of his fly. He paused, a warmth swimming in his cheeks as he realized how hard he was, how wet the material had become in a matter of minutes. And soon Louis was going to be able to see it all.

Louis pulled his eyes away from Harry’s fingers to bring his gaze to Harry’s face. “Go on, darling,” Louis said for the second time, his voice soft and reassuring. “Show Daddy how pretty you are.”

Harry nodded, inhaling and giving his trousers a push down until the waistband was around his thighs.

“Oh, Hazza,” Louis murmured lowly, voice drenched in awe. “Look at you.”

Harry brought his hands to his face, whining into them at Louis’ tone and the way it sent an exhilarating shiver up his spine.

“Ah-ah,” Louis chided gently, reaching up and grabbing one of Harry’s arms by the wrist. “No hiding. Look at me.”

Harry uncovered his face and looked down at Louis.

“Look at your dick,” Louis said next.

Harry sucked his lower lip into his mouth as his eyes dropped to the sight of his cock, fully erect and pressing against the inside of his thong. The sheer material left little to the imagination, every vein and hair visible beneath it.

Louis lifted his hand and drew his finger down the length of Harry’s shaft, pausing at the head and making Harry twitch. “Look at that,” Louis said, his voice low like he was speaking to himself. He then stroked the pad of his finger along the tip, right over Harry’s slit that was leaking incessantly. Louis pulled back his finger slowly, stretching a thin strand of precum that was sticking to the lace stretched tight over Harry's cockhead.

Louis looked up at him with an expression that Harry couldn’t read. “You’ve soaked through them already.”

Harry watched, heart pounding, as his dick released another burst of fluid, this one bleeding right through the material and dripping onto the floor.

Louis shook his head, tongue clicking disapprovingly in his mouth. “Making quite the mess there, babydoll,” he said as he swiped his fingers through the silky string hanging from Harry’s knickers.

Harry fiddled with the bow on his top, fingering at the tiny ribbon as Louis stood slowly.

“Open,” Louis murmured, the command so soft that for a moment, Harry thought he had imagined it. The press of Louis’ fingers and the taste on his tongue moments later proved that the words had been very real.

Louis moved in, lips ghosting over the shell of Harry’s ear. “Let me tell you how this is going to go, pet,” he said. The fingers in Harry’s mouth were slowly stroking against his tongue, and the fingers of the other hand were smoothing circles over his tip, the combination making Harry whimper and writhe in place.

“Shhh,” Louis soothed. “Listen to me. Daddy’s gonna play with you in your pretty knickers until you’re shaking and begging for it.”

Harry sucked in a breath through his nose, eyes rolling at Louis’ words as his cock blurted more precum onto Louis’ fingers. He began sucking Louis’ fingers that were still tickling against his tongue, desperate for something to do with his mouth as Louis spoke.

Louis hummed a chuckle, kissing Harry’s neck below his ear. “And then…” He caught Harry’s earlobe between his teeth, biting at it gently. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you, deep and rough, and remind you about the only top you should be thinking about, yeah?”

Harry whined, bucking against Louis’ touch between his legs that was somehow too much and not enough all at once.

“Gonna have you sobbing and panting, sweating ‘til you’re as pink as your outfit,” Louis went on. “And you’re gonna take it like a good girl, right, sweetheart?”

Harry let out a groan and gave a quick nod, teeth grazing over the backs of Louis’ fingers. Louis removed them and wiped them along Harry’s jaw. “Please, Daddy,” Harry breathed, the words tumbling out of his mouth as soon as it was free.

“And if you’re good…” Louis paused, removing his hand from Harry’s cock. He quickly fed two more fingers to Harry, these ones even wetter than the first. “Then Daddy will let you make a mess in your new knickers.”

Harry gave a shuddering moan, pressing into Louis and rutting against his leg.

Louis chuckled and separated their bodies, slipping his fingers out from between Harry’s lips. “Come here, darling,” he said, encouraging Harry’s arms around Louis’ neck. Louis bent down and scooped Harry up, one arm behind his back and the other behind his knees.

Harry squealed in surprise, though he had little time to process as Louis took several quick steps over to the couch and deposited Harry beside it. “Bend over, sweetheart,” he said as he ran a flat hand up Harry’s back.

Harry did as he was told, curving over the arm of the couch beneath Louis’ touch until his face hit the seat cushion.

“Don’t let your little hairbow come out,” Louis said. “Gotta stay pretty for me.”

Harry nodded, turning his head so that he was laying on the side opposite where Louis had clipped his bow. He felt Louis push up the material of Harry’s body suit and pull his trousers the rest of the way down. Then Louis’ lips were on Harry’s skin, soft kisses at the base of his spine and trailing down his bare cheeks.

Harry sighed happily, already feeling spoiled by his husband’s care and attention.

Louis’ hands came to grab at Harry’s cheeks, massaging them in his palms and pulling them apart. And then came his breath, hot and teasing along Harry’s crack. His lips were gone, his tongue remained hidden, and all Harry could feel was the warmth of anticipation as it fluttered across his skin.

Harry jumped when he felt the light scrape of Louis’ teeth, but his hands were grounding, squeezing Harry’s cheeks and pressing him into the arm of the couch, a silent command to stay still.

Harry held his breath as Louis pulled away, the knickers suddenly feeling tighter in the front and at the waistband in the back. Harry shifted, wondering what Louis was doing. A sharp snap against his hole knocked the breath out of him, making him clench tightly as he realized—Louis had pulled back the string of Harry’s thong with his teeth.

Louis groaned, and suddenly the tip of his tongue brushed over Harry’s rim.

Harry gave a choked gasp as he jolted forward, but the touch was fleeting, and soon Harry’s knickers were being pulled at once more. Harry tensed, bracing himself for the sting he knew was coming. But instead, a harsh smack of Louis’ hand landed flat across Harry’s right arse cheek, the action so sudden that he hadn’t even processed that Louis had released the grasp he’d had on it.

Harry choked on a moan, reeling at the sudden pain, only to be caught off guard for the second time in a row as Louis released the string from his tongue and let it snap back into place. Harry cried out, tears already burning in his sinuses. Still, he found his hips lifting off of the couch, pressing his arse further into the air in search of his dom, for another taste of pain or pleasure or whatever Louis wanted to give him.

It came in the form of a wet thumb tucked under the string of the thong and massaging at Harry’s hole, immediately sending a drawn out whimper vibrating through Harry’s throat.

“You like that, baby?” Louis asked softly.

Harry was already nodding before Louis finished his sentence, cheek rubbing up against the material of the couch roughly.

“Yeah, you do,” Louis agreed. His touch was barely there, so gentle that Harry couldn’t stop wriggling, attempting to feel more than Louis was providing him. Louis smacked him again, quick and sharp right where his skin had been heating from the first slap.

Harry yelped, pulling his hips down in a demonstration of how he planned to behave, or perhaps just an instinctive response to the pain.

Louis’ thumb followed, pressing harder against Harry’s opening and drawing a low, “ohhh,” from Harry’s lips.

“I was thinking,” Louis said, pulling Harry’s cheeks apart again. He paused for a moment, spitting on Harry’s hole with a sound that made Harry’s toes curl. Soon Louis’ thumb returned, with increased pressure and harder circles. “You’re quite a lucky girl, aren’t you.”

Harry preened, eyes fluttering as a burst of femininity filled his chest and made him feel like he was glowing beneath the pink fabric snug against to his torso. The rest of Louis’ sentences processed seconds later. “Lucky,” Harry repeated, tasting the word on his tongue like he could extract the flavor of its meaning.

“Yeah.” Louis pressed a kiss beside his thumb, soft and warm and ending with a gentle nip of his teeth. “Not every top is willing to play with their bottom’s arse like this.” He pressed his thumb inside, teasingly pulling at Harry’s rim before slipping it out just as quickly.

Harry’s eyes rolled, lower lip bitten between his teeth as he tried to stay still.

“Some of them think it’s gross to get their mouth up in it.” Louis gave Harry another kiss, this time directly on his hole.

Harry tightened with a gasp, feeling the vibrations of a hummed laugh from his dom.

“But I can’t help myself,” Louis murmured, breath hot on Harry’s skin again. “You are so…” He inhaled, and then released a soft moan. “Mouthwatering.”

Harry let out a high pitched moan as he felt Louis lick a long stripe over his hole.

Louis groaned right back, stretching Harry open with his thumbs and teasing at the entrance with just the tip of his tongue.

“Daddy,” Harry whined as he wriggled into the couch. He could feel that the lace of his knickers were soaked, but that didn’t stop his cock from continuing to leak as Louis sunk his tongue in even further. “Fuck.”

Louis dug his fingers into the muscles of Harry’s cheeks, letting out a sound akin to a growl as he forced Harry to stay still. “Be good for Daddy, baby,” he said lowly, the words barely reaching Harry’s ears.

Then Louis’ tongue was back, flicking across Harry’s rim over and over as Harry alternated between panted breaths and open-mouthed whimpers.

Louis pulled back a minute later and ran his finger over Harry’s hole, making Harry moan and jolt forward.

Harry then felt the chill of lube being dripped between his cheeks, followed by two of Louis’ fingers sliding all the way inside. Harry inhaled shakily, trying to relax as Louis stretched him open. Still, he couldn’t help the minute whines that seemed to spill from his throat automatically with every motion Louis gave.

“Love how wet you get for me, sweet girl,” Louis murmured as he slipped a third finger inside.

“Yes,” Harry sighed with a light nod against the couch cushion. “So wet for you, Daddy.”

“Think I’m the luckiest top in the world, getting to fuck a pussy as pretty as this one.”

Harry mewled with a roll of his eyes as he tightened around Louis’ fingers, craving more than they could give him. “Please,” he moaned. “Please, please.”

“Please what, love?” Louis asked, like he didn’t know, like he wasn’t preparing Harry for the exact thing he was asking for.

“Fuck me, please,” Harry breathed, pressing back against Louis’ fingers.

“Hmm. I’m not sure if you want it bad enough, sweetheart,” Louis said easily.

Harry gave a frustrated whine, rutting down into the couch and fucking his cock against the slippery material of his thong. His whine turned into a low groan at the feeling, deep and rich in his throat as he rolled his hips harder.

“Look at you,” Louis said, gripping Harry’s side in what felt like an attempt to keep him still. “Being such a slut while Daddy’s trying to open you up. Thought you were going to be good for me.”

Harry let out a choked sob as he stopped his movements. “Please, need more, please.”

Louis hummed a chuckle, removing his fingers and pulling Harry gently by the waist. “Stand up for me,” he said, helping Harry to his feet. “There you go.” He encouraged Harry to lift his legs one at a time and pulled his trousers off over his feet. “Lay down and I’ll give it to you, darling.”

Harry's legs wobbled as he stumbled away from the arm of the couch so that he could lay down properly. Louis’ hands steadied him, making Harry feel safe as his husband lowered him to the couch.

Louis’ hand found Harry’s cock over his knickers, causing Harry to whimper unintelligibly as he grabbed at Louis’ arm. Louis shushed him gently, circling his fingers over the head in strokes that were far too light to give Harry any relief. “You gonna keep your pretty thong on while Daddy fucks you?” he asked lowly.

Harry nodded, licking over his bottom lip. “Gonna stay pretty for you, Daddy.” His hands flew to his hair, suddenly remembering his hairbow. It seemed to still be in place, but he took it out and went to readjust it to be sure that it wouldn’t fall out.

Louis took it from him, fixing it into Harry’s hair in the center. “You look so cute with all these pink bows,” Louis said. “Like a proper babygirl, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Harry agreed with a nod, fingers coming to tweak at the bow at the top of his knickers. “Fuck me now, please?”

Louis smiled, leaning in to kiss Harry’s forehead. “Since you asked so politely,” he said, positioning himself over Harry’s body. He had shucked his trousers at some point and was now pulling his dick from his pants, thick and blushing wet. He found the lube bottle and slicked himself up. “You ready for it, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” Harry sighed, bucking his hips into the air. “Please.” He bent his knees and drew up his legs, exposing himself for his dom.

Louis pulled at the string of Harry’s thong, moving it aside and then sliding his cock over Harry’s hole.

Harry shivered, and then Louis was pressing in, slow and tight and hot. He heard Louis’ breath catch in his throat, the air coming out in a strained breath seconds later. Harry bit back a grin, loving the thought that the feeling of his hole stretched around Louis’ cock was suffocating.

Louis settled all the way inside with a groan, thumb stroking over Harry’s knee. “You alright, darling?” he asked.

Harry nodded, clenching down slightly, just to watch the way it made Louis gasp. He giggled as Louis’ eyes rolled and his fingers gripped Harry’s leg. “Am I tight enough for you, Daddy?” he asked, gazing up at Louis innocently.

Louis tucked his tongue into his cheek with an incredulous-sounding exhale, and Harry had to cover his mouth to hide the cheeky grin on his face. “You’re lucky you look cute as shit right now,” he said. “Makes it hard to punish you.”

Harry gave a pleased hum. “Try?”

Louis shook his head, pulling out and slamming back in with a rough shock of his hips that had Harry gasping. “You wanna be punished, yeah?” Louis asked lowly. “Thought you were my sweet girl.”

Harry shrugged. “Still slutty,” he whispered, like he was letting Louis in on a secret.

Louis chuckled darkly, sliding out again and beginning to fuck into Harry in earnest. “Is that so?”

Harry nodded, biting his lip and holding back whimpers as he held onto the backs of his thighs.

“You certainly look slutty in this skintight outfit,” Louis said, running a hand down Harry’s chest. “Shows off every curve you’ve got… lets everyone see how hard your nipples are…” He pinched one of them and gave a low chuckle at the squeal it elicited.

Harry’s hand found Louis’, resting his palm atop the back of it and giving a squeeze when Louis started rubbing Harry’s nipple with his thumb.

“And you were so excited to wear it, weren’t you?” He went on. “Telling everyone about it… drawing attention to it.”

“Ye-Yeah,” Harry agreed with a stuttered breath. “Felt… pretty, felt good.”

“Yeah?” Louis shifted, changing the angle of their connection and making Harry choke on his breath. “Didn’t have anything to do with how good it feels to have everyone’s eyes on you? The way they were all drooling and lusting over the fact that it looks like your shirt was painted on?”

Harry covered his face with an embarrassed whine, trying to cover the heat suddenly blooming on his cheeks. “Daddy,” he mumbled into his fingers.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Louis spoke. “Not a shirt. You called it a top.” He reached for Harry’s hands and batted them away from his face before taking ahold of Harry’s chin. “Not only did you want everyone staring at your muscles and curves, you wanted everyone to think about you getting topped, didn’t you.”

Harry sank his teeth into his lip and closed his eyes, whining loudly and shaking his head.

Louis hummed. “I don’t believe you, sweetheart,” he said, his voice light and almost sing-songy. “You wanted all your little fans to picture you getting bent over and split in half, yeah? Needed everyone to know what a cheeky little bottom you are.”

“Daddy,” Harry protested, tweaking the bow on his bodysuit. It was a weak attempt, as he was secretly loving every word his dom was throwing at him.

“Or maybe they were imagining this instead—you on your back, getting pounded into the couch cushions while you whine for your Daddy.”

Harry couldn’t help the noise that escaped him, long and high pitched, drawn out through his nose.

Louis laughed, picking up the speed of his hips.

Harry gasped, feeling his cock jump against the tight lace and drooling all over his groin. His hand slid from the bow on his top down to one of his nipples, pinching it as he furrowed his brow and caught his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You think you’re such an innocent sweetheart, prancing around with a little pink bow between your collarbones,” Louis taunted. “Wearing your pointelle top and giggling like a little girl.”

Harry whimpered, pulling at Louis’ shirt. “Your babygirl,” he corrected softly.

Louis caught Harry’s lips in a kiss, breathing hard as he railed into him faster. “Yeah, honey,” he panted against Harry’s lips when he broke the kiss. “Daddy’s babygirl. With your pretty hairbow and pretty top. And those sexy little lace knickers. They still nice and wet for me?”

“So wet, Daddy,” Harry whispered.

Louis hummed, kissing Harry once more and licking into his mouth. He began rutting his hips in dirty circles, alternating between slow grinding and rough thrusts. “Gonna make a mess of ‘em soon, yeah?” he said moments later.

“Please,” Harry gasped wetly, nails digging into Louis’ back as he tried to pull his dom down closer. He could already feel a sharp heat sputtering between his hips, his orgasm nearing closer at the thought of it.

“Yeah, baby,” Louis said, peppering Harry’s jaw with kisses. “You’ve been so pretty for Daddy. Pretty girls get to come, nice and hard.”

“Want you…” Harry panted. “Want you to come first. Want to wait until you’ve filled up my cunt, please.”

“Fucking shit,” Louis cursed, heaving his hips even harder. “That filthy mouth.”

Harry let out a loud whine, burying his face in Louis’ neck and shoulder. “Please, Daddy,” he whimpered against Louis’ skin. “Give it to me, please?”

“Yeah, babygirl,” Louis breathed, voice sounding wet as he pressed Harry’s legs into his chest. “Gonna give it to you. Daddy’s good girl.” His jaw dropped in a beat of silence as he stilled his hips, and then Harry could feel it, Louis’ cock pulsing inside of him as a loud groan split the air.

Harry tightened hard, making Louis gasp as he began fucking into him again. “Daddy,” Harry choked out.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Louis spoke, his voice barely there between rough breaths. “Ruin that pretty thong for Daddy.”

Harry moaned, feeling his climax racing up his clothed cock. His eyes rolled into his head as he tipped it back with split lips and an arched back, gasping as the first throb hit him. “‘m coming, Daddy,” he managed to say before his voice broke off into a shuddering cry, arms wrapped around his husband as he shook.

Louis was kissing Harry’s shoulder when he came to, petting through his hair and smoothing his other hand down Harry’s arm. “You did so well for me, darling,” he murmured. “Came so hard, such a good girl.” His fingers reached Harry’s hairbow, unclipping it and carefully sliding it from his locks.

Harry began whimpering as a wave of panic washed over his chest. “Nooo, no, no,” he mumbled frantically, grabbing Louis’ hand and pulling it back towards his hair. “Wanna leave it in, please. Wanna… wanna stay your pretty girl a little longer.”

Louis kissed Harry’s cheek and fastened the bow back in place, carding his fingers through Harry’s hair once more. “You’re always my pretty girl,” he murmured reassuringly, before planting a kiss on Harry’s forehead.