bLURB/DRABBLE LARRY AS DADDYS. OKAY? WHERE THEY HV TWO LITTLE GIRLS AND A LITTLE BOY AND THEY ASK ABOUT THE MONSTERS THEY HEARD LAST NIGHT. THSI PROBABLY SUCKS. SIERRA ILY
alright this is kiinda long and shitty and the ending needs work but u know. i hope u like it.
Harry has never been very quiet in bed, and that’s a thing that Louis loves. He’s always been loud and unabashed and so responsive, giving Louis moans at just the tiniest things. Louis’ fingers brushing his nipples, Louis’ fingers curling around his cock, Louis’ fingers twisting inside of him. Harry loves Louis’ fingers and that’s why he can’t really help himself, letting out low groans as Louis works three fingers into him.
“Harry,” Louis hisses. “Be quiet.” He reaches a hand up to cover Harry’s mouth, but that only makes Harry moan louder, which fuck.
“I can’t, I can’t, oh god,” Harry whines, tossing his head from side to side.
Louis decides he definitely can’t fuck Harry tonight, then. Harry’s already flushed and red and panting for him, moaning and uncontrollably /loud/. Louis stops his fingers while he decides what to do. He honestly tries to hide his smile at Harry’s resounding whimper, but. Stronger men would fail.
After less than a minute, Harry starts getting restless, and so Louis’ mind is made up. He shoves two fingers in Harry’s mouth to quiet him and then continues relentlessly with his fingers. Harry is just as vocal as before, but this time his moans are muffled by Louis’ fingers. Louis is at least 80% confident that no one will interrupt. (His ears still listen for the tell-tale pit pattering of children’s feet coming down the hallway, though.)
By the time Harry’s coming, fighting to hold back his cries with three fingers up his arse, Louis is fairly certain that they’re in the clear. No nightmares tonight, no interruptions. Good.
Then Harry sucks him off frantically, hands on Louis’ bum to pull him in deeper every time Louis tries to pull back. And normally Louis is characteristically quiet for this, but Harry’s red lips and deep throating are really hard to ignore.
Louis can hardly help the low groans that crawl out of his throat, the quiet whispers of praise that he utters as he pulls on Harry’s curls. And god knows Harry’s louder, moaning around Louis’ cock and then shoving his face down further when he realizes, trying to correct himself. It’s bloody obscene.
It doesn’t take long for Louis to come and while he would usually like to drag it out, he and Harry really have to get into a less compromising position. They need to sleep, and get up early. He hadn’t really thought this was a good idea in the first place, but after putting the kids to bed, Louis had walked into their master bedroom to find Harry naked, face down, ass up, and well. His decision was made, really.
So Louis gets them arranged under the duvet, pulls Harry into his arms, kisses his forehead and cheeks and eyelids, coaxes him to sleep. Louis rubs Harry’s back gently and presses kisses into his hair long after his husband is unconscious, only falling asleep himself when he’s absolutely sure he doesn’t hear a shrill voice coming from down the hall. No cries of “Daddy!” or screaming. Silence.
The next morning William helps Harry set the table. His head barely pokes over the top of the table, so he has to stand on his tip toes to slide forks up next to the plates. Even then, Harry has to go around after him and straighten them, then put butter knives next to them. When they’re done, Harry pats his head and then goes back to the kitchen. William follows him, bumping into his legs when Harry stops at the stove.
“How can I help now, Daddy?” he asks, reaching up and tugging on the hem of Harry’s shirt.
Harry turns and smiles, looking down at his son. “Why don’t you go get your sister for me, okay?
William’s eyes go wide. “Daddy! I can’t reach her in the crib!” he says, thinking that Harry meant his younger sister Maisy, who was barely ten months.
Harry laughs and shakes his head. “No, not that one. Go get Winnie, okay?” He ruffles William’s hair and then turns back to the stove, putting the food on plates for all of them. “And find your dad.”
“Found him!” William immediately cheers and Harry turns to see a sleepy Louis rubbing his eyes in the doorway. Louis raises his head and looks confused.
“Huh?” he mumbles, shuffling in and kissing Harry’s cheek obediently.
“Dada!” William reaches his arms up immediately and Louis yawns as he lifts the boy into his arms.
“What’s your dad been feeding you? You’re so heavy,” he groans, jutting a hip out to support some of William’s weight.
William laughs, hugging him and then resting his head on Louis’ shoulder. “Daddy told me to go get Winnie but I just wanna eat.”
“Is that so? You don’t want your sister to eat?” Louis asks, turning around and starting to make his way out of the kitchen.
“Get Maisy from her crib as well, would you, Lou?” Harry calls after him and smiles when he gets a ‘yeah’ called back.
Harry gets breakfast finished up and puts the food on plates fairly quickly, which is good because he won’t get kids yelling for him to hurry up from the dining room. When he brings out the first couple of plates to set on the table, though, no ones there. Harry frowns. “Louis?” he calls, heading back into the kitchen for the rest of the food.
When he’s done preparing even the baby’s food, that’s when he goes to investigate. “Will? Lou?” he calls as he makes his way down the hall. He can hear Maisy whining from her room. She’s probably still stuck in her crib and Harry frowns because he told Louis to get her.
“Louis? The baby’s crying, what are you-” When Louis comes into sight, he’s crouched at the door of the bathroom with Winnie in his arms. She’s crying too, her face red as she holds on to Louis. “What happened?!”
Harry tries to rush over but Louis flails an arm at him and points to Maisy’s room. So Winnie’s okay then, nothing Louis can’t handle. Harry nods and rushes into the baby’s room, still worried about his other daughter. “Maisy!” he can’t help but smile when he sees her. She’s standing up in her crib, gripping the bars and peering around her room. She lets out a couple of whines intermittently, but her face brightens when she sees Harry coming toward her.
She immediately makes happy gurgling noises and reaches for Harry, starting to bounce happily. All the commotion makes her fall back on her bum, however, and Harry laughs a bit, lifting her up into his arms. “Alright there, bug?” he chuckles, tickling her stomach a bit.
Maisy giggles and squirms, reaching for Harry’s curls. She plays with them and tugs, trying to put his hair in her mouth, and Harry just lets her. Three kids means you’ve become oblivious to bodily fluids on your person that aren’t blood or shit. When he walks out into the hallway again, it’s empty, and he hears noises coming from the dining room.
“Is it me or is everyone just avoiding daddy today, Mais?” he murmurs to his youngest daughter.
Maisy doesn’t even acknowledge him, other than eating his hair. Harry sighs.
His whole family is at the table eating when he gets there, which. Harry isn’t normally one to get upset over little things, but really? He puts Maisy in her high chair and takes his own seat with a humph. “So, everything alright, Winnie?” he asks, pulling William’s plate over and cutting his pancakes for him when he tries and fails a couple of times.
Winnie just nods and when Harry looks at Louis, he can tell he looks a bit uncomfortable. Well there’s more to that story then. “Okay then. Here, love,” he mumbles as he pushes William’s plate back to him.
Breakfast for them is kind of awkward after that. Louis isn’t saying anything and William’s too busy eating to notice that his twin sister is acting a bit strange, too. Harry’s too preoccupied with feeding Maisy her breakfast, though, so he can’t really do anything about it. By the time he gets to eat his own breakfast it’s gone cold, as usual, and he only realizes everyone is already done eating when he sighs and three people echo him.
“Oh,” he mumbles, looking around the table. He can tell William’s itching to go play and Winnie looks like she’s on the verge of tears again but doesn’t want to say anything about it, so he just waves a hand at them. “Go on, then. Put up your plates and then go get dressed.”
The six year olds quickly leave the table, bare feet slapping against the wood floors as they run down the hall to their rooms. Harry sighs again. “Lou, can you take Maisy to go get dressed too, then?” he asks, cutting his sausage into pieces too small to eat by themselves.
He’s too focused on his food to realize that Louis has walked around the table to him, so he startles a bit when he feels hands on his shoulders. “You’re upset,” Louis says, not a question. He can tell. He can always tell.
Harry shrugs. Louis gives him a squeeze on the shoulder and Harry slumps in defeat. “You guys didn’t wait for me to eat,” he mumbles. “No one even wanted to talk to me at the table, you guys all wanted to leave.”
“Harry,” Louis starts, and Harry can hear the smile in his voice. Bastard. “You know that’s not true.”
“But-”
“Winnie heard you last night,” Louis interrupts. Harry’s eyes go wide.
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. She heard you. You weren’t very quiet, you know.”
Harry’s cheeks flush red. He’s about to say something when Louis continues.
"She says she heard noises like a zombie makes. Think that was you moaning for me?” Louis’ lips are suddenly next to Harry’s ear, his voice quiet. “She was going to come get us, but it stopped, so she just tried to go back to bed. But then she said there were gurgling noises. Gurgling, like the baby, she says. Except for deeper and scarier. Reckon that’s when I had my fingers in your mouth, yeah?”
“Er-”
“So you know what I draw from this Harry?”
Harry chews on his lip. “What?” he mutters.
“You sound like a monster when you orgasm. And also you need to be quieter in bed.”
“Wh-”
“Work on it.” And then Louis straightens up and slaps a hand down on Harry’s shoulder. He smacks a kiss on the top of Harry’s head as he passes to lift Maisy from her high chair.
