Sugar Daddy
Sugar Daddy prompt.
Louis beamed as he bounded down the grand spiral staircase of his partner’s mansion, dressed in only a pair of tight black briefs and one of his partner’s large button up shirts, the soft white material fluttering against his smooth thighs. Some people were against their relationship, saying it was inappropriate or wrong, saying that he was just a gold digger, but Louis couldn’t care less. He loved him, and Harry loved him back. And it didn’t have anything to do with the fact that he was just nineteen and his fiance was twenty eight, making Harry a willing supplier for anything he could possibly need. It didn’t have anything to do with the fact that his boyfriend was one of the richest men in England; a billionaire, due to his deceased father’s record label that he’d passed on. And it didn’t have anything to do with the fact that he bought Louis whatever he wanted at just the click of his fingers. All of that did happen, but Harry loved him, he loved Harry and that’s all that mattered, really. Louis hurried through the long hallway and into the one of the large living rooms, slipping along the recently polished floors in his socks, where Harry was sitting in a plush recliner with the footstool up. He had paperwork in his hands and looked deep in concentration, a mug of hot coffee sitting on a coaster on a near coffee table. Louis came up behind him by surprise and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pressing light kisses up his neck. “And what are you doing home so early?” he whispered softly.
