Hazz: At first, when Louis had urged Harry to come to him, Harry didn't realize or notice how serious he was. When it sunk in that Louis was seriously going crazy with lust like he never had been before, he immediately rolled out of his hotel bed and went to one of his bags to unzip a small hidden compartment in it that held the sex toys he felt were necessary to bring on tour. Quickly grabbing a cock ring, he hurried out of his room and a few doors down to Louis', walking straight in and locking the door behind him. Turning around, he faced the older boy with his hands on his hips, walking closer. "What the hell has gotten into you?" he asked incredulously, tossing the cock ring onto the bed and promptly crawling into Louis' lap. Louis Tomlinson: When they first started talking about this whole Harry being a girl thing, Louis wasn't even truly bothered. But the more he looked into things, and the more they talked about it, the more the older boy got turned on, and suddenly, it was all too much. He could swear he'd never been so turned on in his life. He had barely touched himself and he was already on the verge of climaxing. Granted, the boy felt more pathetic than everything, but at that particular moment it just wasn't even a concern. He laid in his hotel bed, completely naked, eyes closed and tears coming out of them as he tried to concentrate on anything he could to not cum yet, hands gripping the sheets tightly as his cock leaked pathetically on his stomach. As he heard the boy coming into his room he opened his eyes, his vision blurred by the tears. "I-I don't... I don't know" He breathed out shakily, allowing his hands to firmly hold the male's hips, biting on his lower lip. "Fuck, please." Hazz: Looking down at Louis, Harry let his eyes roam over his small, shaking body and fully took in how wrecked he already looked and it he'd barely been touched. Reaching up, he smoothed away the tears and shushed him, leaning down to kiss his mouth soft and deep all at the same time. Worried that he'd come at any moment, he reached over for the cock ring and fit it around the base of Louis' cock before fully allowing himself to freely touch him. He slid his hands up his chest, biting his lip as he felt the smooth skin. "Do you remember when you told me you bought lingerie for me?" he whispered almost hesitantly, almost scared to go on. "... do you have it with you?" he finished, tugging once at Louis' ridiculously hard cock. Louis Tomlinson: Louis' breathing was completely uneven, heavier than it should be and completely shaky. He found himself almost panting and all he actually had was Harry's lips on his. His mind was going completely insane and all signs of control over his own body were thrown out the window. In any other occasions, Louis would've been overly frustrated with having a cock ring on, but at that point in time he was so very thankful that this would stop him from coming undone right then. He took a deep breath, trying to stop the tears that insisted on falling from his eyes, blinking quickly as he heard Harry's words, before nodding frantically. "y-yes, in my bag, over there" He nodded his head towards his bag, before feeling Harry's hand tugging at his cock, his back arching wildly as a loud moan escaped his lips. "Fuck!" Hazz: A cat-like grin forming on Harry's face, he leaned down again to nip at Louis' neck, murmuring words into his ear. "I don't know why you're like this, but it's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I'm gonna take care of you, baby. This is gonna be fun," he finished with a nip to his ear, climbing off his lap and making sure to graze his cock as he did. He headed straight for Louis' bag and dug around until he found a feminine looking bag, soft, lacy black lingerie wrapped up inside it. Harry grabbed just the panties, looking at them apprehensively and biting his lip, scared they wouldn't look good on him. He shook off his worry and stripped in record time, back to Louis as he slipped the panties on, relishing in how soft and silky they felt against his skin. He grabbed a bottle of lube from Louis' bag before sauntering back over to him and doing a little turn to give him a look from all angles before he crawled back up onto his lap. Louis Tomlinson: He didn't know if he was dreaming, or if this was actually real life, all he knew was that he couldn't form sentences. He had completely forgotten how to speak and all he could do was shake and nod, his hands desperately trying to grasp the sheets again to give him some sense of control or at least to prove to himself that he wasn't actually floating into space. "I. I-I. okay..." Another loud whimper escaped him as he felt the boy's skin touching his cock once again, making it twitch desperately. He bit harder on his lower lip, trying to control his heartbeat and breathing as he watched the younger lad messing around in his bag, before his lips parted in a perfect 'o' shape, his eyes dark with lust. Imagining Harry in panties was one thing. One really hot thing. Seeing him like that? It was the bloody definition of too much. He felt his eyes rolling, his hips pathetically moving up as if searching for friction as he tried his best to not allow his eyes to close. "So fucking gorgeous" Was all that he managed to mumble as he licked his lips, that were already too dry, his hands moving back to the male's hips and holding them firmly. "Please. I need you." Hazz: Something akin to butterflies started fluttering in Harry's stomach as he saw Louis' positive reaction to the lacy underwear he'd put on for him. On a whim, he crawled up until he was straddling Louis' head, grabbing his hair and pulling forward so Louis' cheek rubbed against the silky fabric on his hip. "Do you realize how much control you have over me, Louis?" he asked quietly, tilting his head down at him. "Even when you're desperate and writhing on the bed with a cock ring on, you've got me waiting at your feet, coming to please you, wearing fucking lingerie for you. I'm your little pet, yeah?" he murmured, voice lust-filled and thick. He moved back down to straddle his hips again, grinding down against his cock and gasping at the friction. "Your little princess," he continued with a faint smile, running his hands up his own chest and above his head like he was putting on a little show. "Tell me what you want." Louis Tomlinson: If there was ever a moment where Louis' tears had stopped falling, that moment was as short lived as it could've been. His hands found their way to Harry's thighs, his arms snaked around them, fingertips digging into the soft skin as he allowed his face to rub against the boy's crotch, eyes closing for that brief second as he mouthed at the soft fabric, his breathing coming out in short pants. He opened his eyes again to look up at Harry as he felt the male's eyes on him, swallowing thickly as he allowed his head to fall back against the pillow yet again. "my little..." He had to cut himself off mid sentence right then, a choked sob escaping him as he felt the boy grinding against him, his hips bucking up desperately, body once again arching wildly as his nails scratched down the other's sides. He once again swallowed thickly, trying to regain composure, allowing his eyes to open so he could see his boyfriend. See what he was doing to the younger lad and what that boy was doing to him, which was way more visible. Within a second of clear thought, Louis brought his hand down to collide with the male's asscheek, before gripping it tightly, a smirk appearing on his face as if on cue. "Want my pretty princess to ride daddy's cock." He groaned, voice already hoarse from all the whimpering. Hazz: A loud yelp echoed out around the quiet hotel room when Louis' hand made a stinging, delicious contact with Harry's ass, a moan following right after as his hips twitched and rubbed down against Louis' cock again of their own accord this time. He flattened himself against his boyfriend's body to kiss him again, hot and wet and completely fueled by filthy lust. "Yes sir," he said obediently, a thrill shooting up his spine as he expressed his submissiveness out loud. "But first I want to taste it," he added, sliding his tongue into Louis' mouth and kissing him messily for a few more moments. Slowly, he slid down his body, leaving bites and kisses along the way until he was eye level with his boyfriend's cock, his mouth watering a bit. Without hesitation, he sucked the head into his mouth and moaned around it, taking in more and more until he was steadily bobbing his head up and down, dripping spit from the corner of his mouth. Louis Tomlinson: He would've thought that by now he would be able to control himself a little better, but the male's hips once again touching his cock earned a loud hiss from the older male, and yet another slap against his skin, his free hand moving up to tangle it's fingers in the male's hair, tugging at it as he kissed back sloppily, roughly, filled up with desire. Obviously, another smirk found it's way to Louis' lips as he heard the male's words, tugging at his curls a little harder as he let his tongue fight against Harry's, not even minding the slight mess of spit that they were becoming right then. He took a deep breath, holding it in as the boy made his way down his body, hands coming up to hold the pillow, eyes closed as he focused on every feeling he was getting. He was already starting to hate the idea of a cock ring, but he really needed his boyfriend to ride him, so he would go through with it. Louis' cock started leaking more and more, though he wasn't even sure that was supposed to be happening considering he had a cock ring on, his eyes wide as he watched the younger lad bobbing his head, loud moans escaping his parted lips as his hands flailed around a bit, trying to find something to hold on to, only finding -once again- the boy's curls. Instinctively, Louis took hold of the male's hair, pulling his face against his crotch as his hips thrusted up, fucking the boy's mouth steadily, whimpers, groans and choked sobs finding their way past the older one's lips frequently. "Fuck, my pretty princess, fucking love your lips" Hazz: It was obvious how desperate Louis was by how roughly and carelessly he pushed Harry's head down and fucked into his throat, although Harry didn't mind a single bit. He moaned like a slut as his hair was tugged, taking it like a pro and tilting his head forward so Louis' cock slid right down his tightening throat instead of hitting the back of it. He was gagging and choking with spit everywhere but he took it obediently, sucking hard enough that he could taste every last bit of precum that Louis' cock was leaking. Finally he pulled off, gasping for air and nearly without a voice because it'd been fucked out of him. He scrambled to grab the lube, pouring some into his hand and tugging it over Louis' already wet cock to slick him up generously. He straddled him again, rocking back so the tip was pressing against his hole. "Haven't had anything inside me for awhile. Not even fingers," he rasped out, his voice completely fucked. "So tight for you, daddy," he breathed, sinking down slowly onto his cock and fighting through the slight discomfort until he was sitting down completely, whimpering softly. Louis Tomlinson: The way Harry moaned around his cock, sending vibrations through his shaft, combined with how pretty he looked gagging on it, the younger male's eyes obviously watering from it was probably Louis' definition of heaven. He would've taken it a bit lighter, had he not known and discussed how much his boyfriend liked to be roughed up. He would've been a bit more caring, if only he didn't know just how much of a cockslut Harry was for him, which was something he truly loved about the boy. After a few more moments of fucking into the boy's throat he finally let go of the other's hair, panting even more as he watched him getting up, Louis' smirk coming back even darker than before. This time, he managed to keep his hips still as the boy lubed him up. Not that he had grown any less desperate. If anything, he was even more worked up than before. But he knew it would be worth it. The older boy's hands went straight to the boy's asscheeks as he was once again straddled, fingertips holding the panties to the side so he wouldn't have to take them off, since he actually wanted to see Harry being fucked in them. "Yeah? So you lied when you told me about playing with your vibrator earlier today?" He gasped loudly as he felt the tightness around his rock hard shaft, head once again falling against the pillow, his fingertips digging into the pale flesh of the boy's bum while he tried his hardest not to thrust up. "Fuck, princess, you're really fucking tight" Hazz: There was something so inexplicably hot about fucking Louis with his little black panties still on, and maybe Louis' hands resting possessively on his ass added to it a bit more. "Yes," Harry gasped as an answer, letting his head fall back in bliss for a moment when Louis' cock was completely buried inside him, tighter than ever before. "I lied. I was teasing you," he admitted guiltily, putting his hands on Louis' thighs for balance so he could start rocking his hips back to ease into it, increasing the pace until it didn't hurt anymore and all he felt was the unmistakable feeling of being filled up and whole. "Do I look pretty, daddy?" he murmured breathlessly, starting to lift his hips up and drop back down, fucking himself slowly on his boyfriend's thick, hard cock that never failed to satisfy him like nothing else. He pressed one palm down at the front of his panties like he was covering himself up, moaning and whining as Louis' cock slipped deeper and deeper inside of him. "So fucking good," he whimpered. Louis Tomlinson: Granted Louis had a thing for boys wearing panties. He'd had his fair share of watching that kind of videos in the past. But he had never had this kind of experience before. Going further than that, he had never seen any boy looking so pretty dressed in girly underwear in his whole life. The way it hugged Harry's curves so perfectly made him want to growl and bite at the boy's hips, though right now he was actually more focused on the fact that he was buried oh so deep inside his boyfriend's tight hole, and that feeling was simply the best thing in the world. Louis slapped Harry's ass again as he admitted that he had lied, as if to punish him for it. "You think it's a nice thing to lie to me?" He shook his head lightly, letting out a shaky breath that betrayed the whole dominant scene he pulled, before he started moving his hips with the boy's. "You look so absolutely stunning, baby." He groaned out, eyes trained on the boy's hand now covering himself up, while his hips started moving faster against the other's, allowing him to go even deeper than before, one hand sliding up the boy's chest to pinch his nipple while the other stayed firm on the boy's ass, still holding his panties aside. "Yeah? Gonna make yourself cum on my cock? How many times are you gonna cum today?" Hazz: Even though Harry's heard Louis' voice falter and shake, he pretended like he hadn't, crying out softly when he was slapped again, which only spurred him on more to keep his hips moving faster. The pleasure was multiplied when Louis finally started fucking up into him, getting deeper than Harry could get on his own. He was slowly turning into a mess, riding his boyfriend's cock like he did it for a living and moaning the sluttiest sound when Louis pinched his sensitive nipple. "I-I don't know," he cried, palming his cock where his hand rested over it, "as much as you make me. Your cock feels so good, daddy," he choked out, bouncing up and down faster. "I want you to cum inside me. Fuck me senseless and eat me out," he whimpered, desperate and slutty and completely out of control. Louis Tomlinson: For a moment, Louis was having a rough time believing Harry had never done this before. Because in all honesty, he didn't think he had anyone ride him this good before. It was like the lad knew exactly what to do and how to move, and it was driving Louis completely insane in the best way. "yeah? Gonna wanna make you cum over and over again, my little slut" He growled as he allowed his torso to lift up, his hand sliding from the boy's chest to the back of his neck, where he tugged at the boy's hair roughly, his lips now moving to suck on the boy's other nipple before sinking his teeth not so gently on the sensitive bud. "You're gonna be so fucking sore... I'll take so long to cum inside you, I want to see you fucking wrecked" He breathed out against the boy's skin, circling his hips a bit in search of that spot that would make him scream, while still thrusting as deep as he could physically go. Hazz: "Please," Harry sobbed, not quite sure what he was even begging for. He yelped again when Louis sat up and yanked his hair, followed by a sharp bite to one of his sensitive nipples. He moaned louder than he had so far, squeaking and fucking himself impossibly hard back on his boyfriend's cock, buried so nice and deep in his ass. "I want it so bad, daddy. Make me cum. Oh fuck, yeah," he moaned shamelessly as he was fucked. At that point, Louis' cock was slamming into his prostate head on, causing him to all but scream in overwhelming pleasure, slumping against Louis and grinding his hips in circles while his cock pressed on that same spot. "Say filthy things to me. Please, I need to hear every filthy, dirty thing you can think of," he begged. Louis Tomlinson: Louis was pretty sure this was torture. And he wanted to be tortured every day of his life. If Harry's moans were anything to go by, he had hit that damn spot he'd been searching for, and he was really adamant on hitting it over and over again until the younger lad was coming undone. "you fucking filthy pathetic slut, how does it feel to have a cock so deep in your ass? Think you can have it even deeper?" He growled, trying to push himself even deeper, his nails scratching Harry's ass as he pressed himself against it. "Such a dirty little whore, my little dumpster, fucking love using you like this." He licked up the male's chest, pulling on his hair again as he bit the boy's chin. "wanna fucking spit on this pretty face of yours, make it look as dirty as you fucking are." Hazz: One thing Harry had learned about Louis was that when he asked for something dirty, Louis delivered and he did it well. Harry knew he couldn't possibly ride Louis any harder, he was going as hard and fast as he could but he needed more somehow, needed something to tip him over the edge. Desperately, he shoved the front of the panties down and pulled his cock out, his hand flying over it as he jerked himself off, stuttering even more moans out. "I can take your cock all the way. So fucking big, I need it," he cried out the last word just as Louis' nails dug in and he shocked him by somehow fucking up even deeper. The things being said to him were disgusting and he loved it, swore he'd never been so turned on in his life. "I belong to you," he sobbed, his thighs hurting from all the exertion. "Do whatever the fuck you want to me, anything. I'm.. I'm your good little girl," he stuttered out, hoping it was okay to say because he couldn't help himself. He knew he was going to come any second, tugging his cock furiously. Louis Tomlinson: Louis' body was glistening with sweat by then, and he wasn't even the one doing the biggest effort. Granted he was moving frantically to meet the boy's movements, desperate to make him moan and scream and sob more and more and more, but Harry was doing most of the job, bouncing beautifully on his cock like he'd imagined over and over and over again. As he saw the boy lowering his panties to actually stroke himself, he knew he was doing good. He knew he was bringing him closer and closer to his peak and god, did that feel good to him. "You fucking love it. You filthy little shit. All desperate for a big cock. Does it feel good to be ripped apart?" Louis was beyond having control over his words and actions. Everything he said and did was instinctive. He wanted to possess Harry. He wanted the younger lad to feel the animal within him come to life. Sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of the male's neck, knowing it was going to leave a mark in there, Louis kept fucking into him as deep as he was before, making sure to keep abusing the taller one's prostate just like he knew he loved. "That's right. You belong to me. You're my stupid fucking dumpster. My little shit." As soon as the male said he was his good little girl he felt his whole body tensing up yet again, and he knew that if he hadn't been wearing that stupid cock ring that now felt more restricting than ever he'd have come right at the spot. He pulled back, boldly spitting onto the male's face, using his hand to smear the spit all over his face. "Good little girl? Think keeping me waiting was a good girl thing? Princess you'll have to fucking do better than that. Cum for me. Now." He growled, slipping two of his fingers into the boy's mouth. Hazz: Out of all the things that Harry and Louis had done together and all of the kinks he'd discovered and learned about, there was one think he'd read up on that he just didn't believe was real. He knew some people could be in so much pleasure that they could slip into a sort of subspace, their mind floating off and unable to process anything other than the intense amount of pleasure they were in. WIth Louis' hands all over him, fucking him harder than ever before, Harry was sure, and the filthy things he was saying, Harry thought for the first time that maybe subspace was a real thing, because the fogginess in his brain suggested he might get there in the next few minutes. It was a scary but exciting feeling, and he didn't stop. The only thing that made him freeze out of shock was when Louis spit on his face. His mouth dropped open, his hips starting to move again after only a second, and even harder than before. "I-" he choked out among a few sobs and whimpers, leaning his face into Louis' hand before he leaned back, propping himself up on Louis' thighs behind him and bouncing faster on his cock. "I can be a good girl if you teach me not to misbehave," he murmured, letting go of his cock because he wanted to come just from Louis inside him. "You can hit me if you want. You can do anything to me, anything you want," he said desperately, his stomach contracting and relaxing over and over. Louis Tomlinson: For a second, Louis thought maybe spitting on Harry's face had been a bad idea. The way the boy froze and looked completely shocked at it, making him second guess his decision on doing that. However, as he started moving again, even harder than he was a second before, a smug smirk found it's way to Louis' lips yet again. As the male leaned back, the older one took a second to look at the other's perfect body, his hips never stopping it's movements as he allowed his nails to drag down his chest and stomach, leaving angry red marks over his tattoos. "Yeah? I can't fucking teach you. You're nothing but a spoiled fucking brat. A little whore that loves a big dick." Leading both his hands to Harry's hips, Louis held him firmly, pretty sure he was leaving finger prints all over the male's skin, as he pressed himself as deep as he could go, grinding against the male's prostate mercilessly. "Oh I know you can. You're fucking mine, little girl. All mine. You are my fucking property." He growled out, his cock leaking pathetically inside his boyfriend's body, and at that point he wasn't even sure if it was just precum or if he was in fact shooting load after load into the boy. "Fucking cum, you filthy shit. Cum so I can push you on your back and use you some more." Hazz: About halfway through listening to Louis speaking, half unaware of what he was even saying anymore, Harry felt his mind wandering. He felt a chill run up his spine and it felt like his blood was boiling in his veins, nearly boneless as he let Louis take control and fuck him into submission. He cried out softly, faintly registering the stinging sensation down his chest as Louis clawed him, and felt his eyes watering up. He tried to talk but couldn't find his voice, his lips going numb and his eyes slipping shut. The only thing he could moan was, "Louis," over and over, his pitch increasing steadily until he was whining high and desperate, grinding back relentlessly onto Louis cock, pressed perfectly against his prostate. It took three more times of him bouncing up and down before he dug his nails into his boyfriend's thighs and moaned so loud he went hoarse, coming all over Louis' stomach and chest. He didn't even say another word, only heaved himself over so his back was to Louis, bending over on the bed for him to keep using him as he pleased. He was still whimpering from his orgasm, biting his lip and pushing his face against the mattress, his cock still leaking cum and sending aftershocks through his body. Louis Tomlinson: Louis didn't know what was going on within Harry's mind. He could tell the boy was way beyond gone and at the same time is was scary to him, it was also absurdly hot. He wasn't really sure if keeping things up while Harry was in that state was actually a good thing, cause he probably wouldn't know when to stop and wouldn't feel it if it hurt too much. But he knew that he wouldn't do anything to actually hurt his boyfriend. At least not to an extent where it would overcome the pleasure. Within all his movements and his thoughts and the boy's moans, which were honestly the best thing he'd ever heard in his entire life, Louis finally felt the boy climaxing, He bit on his lower lip, still moving as he watched him riding out his orgasm, brows furrowing as the boy moved, positioning himself again. "You look so fucking pretty..." The older lad was panting, his cock twitching, still harder than it had ever been, as he swallowed thickly yet again. He moved quickly, his hands gripping the boy's asscheeks once again, spreading them apart as his face leaned closer, his tongue coming out and pressing flat against his rim, a hot breath escaping through his lips, in contrast to the wetness of his tongue. "I swear I'm gonna make you cum again" Hazz: Somewhere in the back of his mind Harry knew what was happening. He could hear his slow breaths circulating his body as he inhaled and exhaled against the mattress, he could feel Louis' rough hands gripping his ass, and even though he couldn't consciously acknowledge it, he didn't want it to stop. His eyes were glazed over and his lips parted in a silent moan when Louis' tongue licked over his sore, abused hole. It made him twitch and cry, pushing his hips back to encourage more of it. It was filthy to think about Louis eating him out right after he'd just been dripping precum inside him, but thinking about it did something to Harry's insides. He was far too weak and spent to get hard again yet, but he didn't doubt for a second that Louis would make it happen and send him spiraling further into the intense state he was already in. He didn't answer but he boldly bit the sheets, moaning around the muffling fabric. Only Louis could do this to him, make him desperate and slutty and willing to give up control of his whole body and hand it over to Louis like he was giving him the keys to a car. Louis Tomlinson: Louis could taste himself as he licked over Harry's rim over and over again. Honestly, as filthy as it sounded, he couldn't care less. All that mattered right then was to keep touching his boyfriend. To keep making him feel good. To make his experiences better and better. And quite honestly, he wasn't exactly bothered by his own taste whatsoever. After allowing his tongue to run flat a few times over the male's hole, Louis decided to finally allow it to press inside, the other's entrance surely a bit more stretched than it would usually be, and even a bit swollen from having been so roughly fucked. That alone was enough to make the male groan, knowing that he was the one to wreck him all that much. He started quickly moving his tongue in and out, licking over the boy's walls, touching every place he could with his tongue, before pulling it out and sucking on the boy's rim, allowing his teeth to graze over the soft skin, once again starting to fuck him with his tongue. He definitely wanted to make the boy hard once again, and he was determined to do it fast. Or at least faster than he was expected to. Hazz: The small part of Harry's head that was still present and aware of every touch gracing his body was hyperaware of Louis' tongue licking over him and slipping inside, something that he knew Harry went weak for. Whimpers spilled from him steadily, rocking back onto Louis' tongue when he started really fucking him with it. It felt amazing after all the rough treatment he'd received before. Harry would've expressed his disbelief out loud when he already started getting hard again if he could've made himself speak. Spreading his numb legs a little further apart for Louis, he fisted his hands in the sheets, hoping silently that he was pleasing Louis as much as he deserved to be pleased. Louis Tomlinson: The smaller male was still in disbelief of what he was doing to Harry's body and mind. He knew pretty well that the boy was not even close to being present, but he was getting hard again and that was both confusing and pleasing on it's own. He kept the cock ring on himself as he allowed his tongue to keep fucking his boyfriend's abused hole, knowing what he wanted to do. Honestly speaking, he wanted to make him come more than two times, but judging how spent the boy already was he knew it was probably not a good idea. He allowed one of his hands to move to Harry's balls, gently massaging them before he started tugging at the male's cock, needing to fasten up the process a bit more, desperate for his own release. "Come on, princess, get hard for daddy again. I know you can do it, you're being such a good girl tonight." Hazz: Making a soft, small sound as Louis' hand found his balls, gently trailing to his cock, Harry arched his back and tried to focus on one thing between that and Louis' tongue still sliding inside him, unable to settle on one thing. "I'm good for you," he managed to whisper distractedly, roaming one hand down to reach back for one of Louis' and pulling it up to his mouth, sucking his fingers into his mouth and moaning around them to encourage Louis to keep going with whatever it was that he wanted to do. He didn't realize he was fully hard again until he noticed he was absently rutting against the mattress, whining at how silky the sheets were against the sensitive flesh. Louis Tomlinson: A satisfied smile came to Louis' lips as he noticed the boy was once again fully hard. He kept licking around the boy's hole, making sure to leave it rather wet before pulling back and inserting his thumb into the ring of muscle. He let his teeth graze over the skin of the boy's bum, his other hand coming to smack the flesh lightly, now not really wanting to cause pain. "M'gonna fuck you now, okay? Gonna fill you up good, baby girl." The older lad allowed his thumb to keep going in and out of the boy's hole the other hand now working to take the cock ring out -finally- ang grab the bottle of lube, pouring some on his shaft and giving himself a few strokes, before pulling his thumb out and once again pressing his tip against the male's entrance. "Are you ready for me, princess?" Hazz: Harry thought it was sweet that even though he was clearly in the most submissive, catatonic, pliant state of existence, Louis still told him when he was going to do something and made sure he was ready. It made him smile faintly and push his sweaty curls against the mattress to muffle a sweet sigh. He nodded shallowly, his stomach fluttering every time Louis called him his 'girl' or 'princess.' It was unexplainable why Harry was so incredibly turned on by the feminization, but he was and at least Louis didn't think he was weird for it. Taking a deep breath, he whimpered again and let his hips lazily roll back, urging Louis to fuck him again but being too boneless and absent to actually push back hard enough to help. Louis Tomlinson: Even though Louis could be the most dominant and rough person in the world when they were fucking, he loved Harry more than most anything in the world. And that translated into just how much he cared when he knew the younger lad couldn't exactly focus enough to care himself. He let out a low groan as he felt the taller lad pushing back against him, one hand moving to pull the panties aside again, though by now they were basically just hanging there uselessly, the other hand holding onto the male's hip, as he slowly pushed into his boyfriend, his back arching and eyes fluttering shut, a loud moan escaping his parted lips as his cock twitched freely, already going back to leaking pathetically. "how come you're still so tight?" He breathed out, leaning his body over the boy's as he pushed himself all the way in, one arm snaking around his boyfriend's body as he pressed sweet kisses to the male's shoulder. "Fucking hell" Hazz: Unlike the first round when Harry had been tighter than usual and had to get used to Louis' cock inside him, it was nothing but satisfaction this time, a soft purr slipping out when Louis was all the way in. Grinning against the sheets, he kept faintly rolling his hips back, his moans staying quiet and delicate. "Don't know how I'm so tight as much as you fuck me. Your cock's so big," he murmured, his head clearing up a bit better now so that he could actually form words. He reached one arm behind him and tugged at Louis' hair roughly, moaning as his cock grazed his prostate briefly. It was nearly too much, he was still so sensitive from his previous mindblowing orgasm, but he loved the overstimulation. "You make me feel so good, daddy," he said in a hushed tone, every word sounding like it was on the verge of a moan. Louis Tomlinson: A small snicker left Louis' lips at the boy's words, as he nipped on the piece of skin connecting Harry's shoulder to his neck, a small snap of his hips making him go a bit deeper in, smirking as he noticed he's hit the boy's prostate again. He let out a loud moan at his hair being tugged, his head falling back at that, one hand colliding with the skin of the male's ass once again, a little harder than last time. "I didn't say you could pull my hair." He hissed, shaking his head lightly as he started moving his hips faster, making sure to go as deep as he could with every thrust. "You're coming back, I see. Gotta make you slip away again." He licked his lips, his eyes still shut as he concentrated on lasting long enough to bring the boy over the edge once again. "You feel so damn good around me, baby" Hazz: This time when he was spanked, Harry didn't even pretend like it hurt or like he was sorry for being bad, he just moaned enthusiastically and pushed his ass up, asking for more as the stinging sensation started to fade away. Louis was right, he was coming back down to earth, now fully aware that he had a cock in his ass and that it felt like fucking bliss. "Oh, fuck. Harder," he begged, not concerned about the fact that he was already sore enough to last him a week. He loved the aching feeling of being pounded into all over again, wanted it for hours until he physically couldn't take it anymore. "I wanna be dripping wet when you're done with me," he panted, stretching his arms out in front of himself and spreading apart on his knees as far as he could get, baring his body to Louis as much as possible. His cock made Harry want to scream and moan even if he wouldn't admit that out loud. Louis Tomlinson: "My little slut already wants more again..." He snickered darkly, smacking Harry's ass a couple more times, making sure to leave a handprint on the boy's cheek, as he roughened up his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin making shivers run up and down his spine. Right now, he was almost on the verge of regretting the decision of taking the cock ring out, wanting to keep on making the boy moan for longer than he ever had before -not that they hadn't been going at it for a fairly long time already, but still. Suddenly, Louis stopped moving his hips, pulling out and smacking his hand over the other's 'neglected' cheek, grabbing his hip to roll him onto his back, smirking deviously at his boyfriend. "Hope you're flexible, bitch." he winked at him, moving his hands under Harry's hips to pull the other's legs up, letting them rest over his shoulders as he once again positioned himself at the other's entrance, pushing in all the way without care or hesitation, his body leaning forward til Harry's knees were actually almost pressed to his owh chest. "Like being folded in half? I can go so fucking deep like this..." He pulled his hips back slowly, pulling out almost all the way, before slamming right back in, repeating the motions a few times before picking up a steady pace. Hazz: Moaning again and again like an absolute slut each time Louis slapped his ass, Harry knew he was going to be wrecked to a boneless mess, rendered unable to speak again, and he couldn't wait for it. It seemed like he was flipped over rather abruptly, lying flat on his back and staring up at his boyfriend with red lips and flushed cheeks, eyes still glassy. He stayed quiet while he waited to see would Louis was doing, huffing in surprise when his question was answered as Louis snatched up his legs and folded him in half. It shouldn't have felt as good as it did, but when Louis' cock slid snugly into him again, Harry cursed under his breath and took it, breathing heavily. "Shit," he groaned, reaching up to grab Louis' hair again rebelliously, tugging it once more. "Fuck, you're so fucking deep, oh god. Don't stop. Don't stop, daddy, fuck me," he babbled, so hard and writhing on the bed, his performance one to rival a pornstar's. It was hard for him to breathe with the way he was folded, so he was panting heavily, reaching down to take his cock and start jerking himself off with a groan. Louis Tomlinson: Louis couldn't really express enough just how much he loved his hair being tugged on. It was an absolute turn on to him, and it always served to make him go even wilder, as if that was even possible right then. However, at that point, Louis was in control, and he couldn't let it go unnoticed. The older lad brought a hand to Harry's throat, his eyes locking with the younger's as he pressed his fingers a bit, making it a bit harder for the other lad to breathe. He would've been concerned about that move he pulled, but he remembered a particular time when they discussed kinks where Harry actually mentioned that he'd like to try this kind of choking. "I fucking told you not to pull my hair!" He growled out, his free hand moving to the other's thigh, nails scratching down roughly, leaving even more marks on the boy's skin as he kept slamming his body against the other's, circling his hips a bit in search of the boy's prostate yet again. "Look at you, fucking begging for my cock like a desperate pathetic whore. I fucking love how filthy you are, how much you fucking need a big cock so deep inside you" He pressed his fingers around he boy's neck a bit more, still paying attention to his face for any sign of panic or something that would make him loosen up, while he planted himself as deep as he could, just grinding against Harry, leaning his body a bit more, forcing his body to fold even more. "So fucking beautiful." Hazz: After Harry had fully come back to consciousness after the first round, he really was skeptical about Louis being able to do that to him again. He figured it had been a longshot, just a one time thing because of the events that had led up to it and how worked up and turned on they'd both been. Of course, the second that Louis' small fingers wrapped around Harry's exposed neck and squeezed, silencing him immediately, he felt stupid for thinking that Louis couldn't do that to him again. Of course he could. He was going to, Harry realized as he already felt like drifting back away into space. If he could have made a sound he would have moaned, scratching at the sheets and then at Louis' hips while he concentrated on breathing as much as he could through the vice-like grip on his neck. He'd always wanted to try this, almost sure that he'd love it, and of course he'd been right. He was starting to wonder if there was a kink he wouldn't like at that point. His legs hurt from the stretch of being pushed up against his chest, but he'd take that slight discomfort any day if it meant he got to feel the impossible depth that Louis was able to reach in this position. He was absolutely sure nothing had ever been that deep inside him, or fucked him that hard, and he was choking on moans just as much as he was choking by Louis' fingers. "Please," he managed to whisper, unable to move his hips back at all like he normally would, and it made him want to scream that he could only sit there helplessly and take it. Louis Tomlinson: Granted Louis knew he'd made Harry go into subspace a few moments before, when he had his first orgasm, and he knew he could do it again. But he never really expected to do it twice in such a short time. He furrowed his brows as he noticed the boy slipping out of consciousness again, his moans silenced completely by his hand, still gripping his boyfriend's throat, an amused smirk gracing his lips as he kept on moving his hips at that same relentless pace, controlling his breathing so that he had something to focus on other than how close to his own orgasm he was. The fact that Harry was there so helpless, so spent, so motionless while he got whatever it was that he wanted from his boy made it all even more arousing. He had complete control. He could do absolutely anything. And Harry took it. And he took it so well. So beautifully. Somewhere in Louis' head he felt his brain screaming that this wasn't exactly the time to fall in love all over again, even deeper than he already was in. But it was inevitable. The younger lad was just too perfect for words, and if he could, he'd spend every day of his life making him feel just as good as he felt right then. He leaned his face closer to the other male's, his tongue coming out to lick over the other's lips, managing to let Harry's legs fall just a slight bit from his shoulders to a slightly more comfortable position without really losing the depth, allowing his lips to collide with his boyfriend's in an obscene sloppy kiss, groans and small moans escaping frequently into the other's mouth. "Are you gonna cum for me again, princess? do it. show daddy just how much you love his cock." Hazz: One thing about their relationship that Harry had always thought about was how inherently sexual they always had been. For the longest time, Harry thought of that as a negative thing, like because they had so much sex and because they had such a dom/sub influence on their dynamic, it took away the substance from their relationship. But he knew now that that wasn't true at all. Their sexual natures made them closer, and he knew it was true when he blinked his eyes open and saw Louis looking at him like he'd never laid eyes on something that made him so happy, while his hand was clenched around his throat with his cock buried in his ass. That was when it was solidified for Harry that it was okay to be sexual, because it was nothing more than a way to express how intensely they felt about each other. He was completely still as Louis kept pounding into him, moving his body up the bed with the force of his thrusts. He was so distracted that he didn't even notice when Louis leaned down to kiss him messily, but Harry soon responded to the kiss and flicked his tongue out, moaning and feeling Louis' warm lips against his own deliciously. "I'm gonna come, daddy," he whispered, his tone just below a whimper, helpless and needy like he was begging Louis to make him feel good. Moaning louder as he got closer, he unthinkingly grabbed Louis' hair again, tugging even harder than before to the point where he knew it hurt. Louis Tomlinson: For quite a long time, Louis had been stuck with that fear that Harry was only after hi because of the sex. Not that he considered himself to be oh so good, especially when it came to dirty talking. Louis always doubted himself when he started speaking those nasty things that always seemed to turn Harry on so much. He loved saying every single word, but there was always that little voice in the back of his mind telling him he was just embarrassing himself, though the younger lad seemed to thing exactly the opposite of that -which he wouldn't ever really complain about whatsoever. He did believe the other male when he promised that's not what it was all about, though. And more and more he did notice -in gestures like Harry taking care of Sapph and him wanting to spend more time around him- that the younger lad did in fact love him. And in a way, that gave him a confidence that made it okay to be that sexual with Harry without being scared at all. And at that point in time, he understood that even though he was all dominant and dirty, he was -in a slightly twisted way- just showing his boyfriend how much he loved him. His hand was still wrapped around the boy's throat, his hips moving in circles as he pressed himself deeply into the boy's ass, grinding against his prostate again as he heard the other's words being whispered. "Cum, princess. you're such a good girl, you're doing so good, my little whore is taking it so well" He breathed out, before he felt the tug to his hair, which make him pull his hips back almost all the way and slam back into him as hard as it as physically possible, making a mental note to apologize for the force of that particular thrust afterwards, as his stomach tightened, a scream leaving his lips in a mix of pleasure and pain. "I'm gonna fucking cum!" Hazz: Those frantic, high-pitched whines that always came from Harry when he was about to come started slipping out of his mouth again, his hips moving desperately back against Louis' as much as he could from the position he was in. His hand was still gripped in Louis' hair, pulling and tugging even though he knew he wasn't supposed to. When Louis had slammed into him hard enough that it actually really hurt, Harry felt a couple of tears pricking his eyes. He didn't let it stop him, just kept pulling at Louis' hair, yanking him down for a kiss so he could cry out into his mouth and finally let his second orgasm consume him. There was less cum this time, but it was still thick and it landed on his own tightening stomach. "Oh fuck, fuck, oh god," he cried, tightening around Louis' cock still buried deep, and he was dubious to notice that his cock was still leaking, realizing the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him was there because his orgasm was still going. Immediately he lifted his legs up and wrapped them around Louis' waist, pulling him in deeper and yelping, urging him to finish, wanting to see how good he could make him feel. "Feels so good, daddy. Please come, please, want you to come inside me," he groaned, legs locked tight around his waist. Louis Tomlinson: Louis had to admit he was all kinds of pleased, proud and thankful for those sounds escaping his boyfriend's lips, knowing he'd be able to have his release quite soon. Not that he wouldn't keep going for another hour or so, cause he knew he could, but he had been too overwhelmed for too long, and it was starting to hurt him too intensely for his own liking. Bringing his lips messily to Harry's as his hair was yanked on yet again, he allowed his moans to escape into the kiss, mixing with the other's, making his head spin wildly as his cock was strangled by the tightening of the younger lad's orgasm. He kept moving his hips all through it, eyes widening slightly at how the boy's cock kept leaking for quite longer than it usually did, a satisfied smile coming to his lips as he arched his back, eyes rolling to the back of his head and head thrown back, hands searching for Harry's and tangling their fingers together, squeezing both of them and bringing them to stay on each side of the boy's head as he let the other's words drive him over the edge. A long loud moan passed through his parted lips as he slowed down his movements a little bit, still keeping them deep but a little less controlled, his load being shot inside his boyfriend's body, his breathing coming in pants as his head started going lighter and lighter, and he could swear he was going to pass out, though it never really happened. After a few seconds he collapsed on top of the male's body, panting heavily, eyes closed as he placed sloppy kisses to his shoulder, still surprised with how hard his orgasm had hit him. "Shit...I... fucking love you, Harry. So... much." Hazz: The minute that Louis came, Harry felt it inside him, his breath rushing out of his body as he let his head fall back. Some people thought it to be unpleasant, but Harry enjoyed knowing Louis was feeling that good because of him. "Baby," he whined, letting his legs finally fall down from around Louis' waist and moving his hands to his hips. "I love you too. Fuck," he laughed, completely worn out but full of adrenaline at the same time. He barely moved and was reminded that Louis was still inside him, which made him bite his lip. They felt incredibly close like this, something he'd never felt with anyone else. It was usually all business, just sex and then he was cold and alone in bed. But with Louis, he felt so cared for and loved. "Lou. My ass hurts," he said very seriously before laughing into his neck. Louis Tomlinson: Louis' body was still shaking lightly, his body covered in sweat and his breathing still heavy. The more he stayed like this with Harry, the closer and more connected to the younger boy he felt. And it was absolute heaven. He kept on placing lazy kisses all over the boy's shoulder, the smile never leaving his face. It was one of those moments he was sure he'd cherish forever. The serious tone in which Harry said those words, though, kinda brought him back to reality, and he slowly pulled out, giggling and blushing madly as he pulled his face back to look at Harry's. "I'm really sorry for that particular moment in which I think I actually hurt you? I didn't mean for that to happen, but you pulled my hair and I just lost it" His face was even redder as he finish that sentence, and he hid his face on his boyfriend's neck to hide it, allowing his lips to gently kiss all over his skin. "I just wow. I love you so much and just... yeah I really do." Hazz: It was only a little uncomfortable when Louis pulled out, but then the discomfort was gone and he relaxed, enjoying the weight of his boyfriend on top of him. "It's okay, baby. I'm fine, I know you didn't mean to," he smiled, reaching up to brush some messy hair from Louis' face. "Just couldn't keep me away from that hair though," he laughed, giving Louis' hair another soft tug, pulling him close so he could kiss him. "No one has ever made me feel so good in my life," he murmured against his lips, trapping Louis' bottom lip between his teeth and pulling a bit. He felt obscene laying there with lingerie on, covered in cum and settled underneath a naked boy, but he really loved it. "God, I'm really glad you got abnormally turned on and made me come in here," he teased. Louis Tomlinson: Moments like these were honestly something Louis really cherished. Just laying with Harry, completely spent, his fingertips gently ghosting up and down the other's sides, giggling and grinning as he heard the boy's voice and laughter. And he found himself falling even more in love with Harry. If being overwhelmed could kill, he'd definitely be dead a long time ago. A small moan escaped Louis' lips as he felt yet the other tug to his hair, kissing him back gently. "That's just... one of my biggest turn ons, I just can't deal with it." Tipping his head back slowly, til his lip fell from the other's teeth, the older lad stared into the other's green eyes, sighing contently. "I can honestly say the same..." He murmured, licking over his own lips and still tasting his boyfriend on them. That was what he liked the most about them. He could feel Harry on his own skin, even when the younger lad was away from him. It was like his heartbeat was constantly connected to the other. "Hey, we don't talk about that. I feel really pathetic for having gotten to that point in my life. I just... I've never felt that. I was in literal tears and just" He covered his eyes with one of his hands, slowly moving so he could roll off of the other's body, but leaving an arm and one leg still over the other's. Hazz: As soon as Louis moved away the slightest bit, Harry pouted and reached over to gently run his fingers through Louis' hair some more, now realizing just how much it affected him. "Sorry love, but I won't forget how desperate and needy you were. That was such a turn on, Lou. I really thought you were going to cry if I didn't come fuck you," he laughed quietly, but he was serious. Louis had been so frantic and unbelievably desperate like Harry had never seen him before, but knowing he was the one to tame him down to the lazy, satisfied kitten he was now made him smug and proud. He slowly pushed Louis onto his back and after pausing to tug the now dirty panties off, he crawled onto his lap, smiling down at him. The comfort he felt with him was on another level than with anyone else. There was nobody else he ever could've been this open and loving toward, no one who could infiltrate his brain and steal all his love like Louis had. "Don't be embarrassed. I just... I've never seen anyone want me that badly before. It felt amazing to see you completely wrecked over me," he explained. Louis Tomlinson: Harry's fingers in Louis' hair felt so good that for a second he forgot about what they were mentioning. The embarrassment washed away for a couple seconds as he leaned into the other's touch, his eyes falling shut and a small purr-like sound escaped the older boy. He pouted, though, as he heard him, blinking his eyes open slowly. "My love, I did cry. I cried and sobbed and I was so damn desperate that I must've looked really awful." He sighed softly, his bottom lip sticking out even more as the boy laughed lightly. Allowing his boyfriend to move him around as he wished, Louis kept his gaze fixed on the other's movements. It was like every little thing he did was fascinating, and, to a certain extent, the older lad mentally slapped himself for being so pathetically gone. His hands immediately found their way to Harry's hips, his thumbs gently caressing the other's hipbones and smiling at him, biting his lower lip. "Well, I mean, that... the whole me being needy and desperate for you, that's sort of a constant... it had never really been this intense, I'll give you that, but... you know, I'm not lying when I tell you that I need you. I'm not exaggerating when I say I want you like I've never wanted anyone before. I honestly crave for you, Harry." Hazz: Harry hadn't actually thought that Louis had cried, but he was amazed to hear it, exhaling softly as he looked down at his boyfriend. He couldn't put his finger on why he got butterflies in his stomach thinking about Louis being so turned on by the thought of him that he cried, but it wasn't changing. He wasn't intrigued and he just had to know more. Biting his lip around a smile as Louis said the sweet words to him, expressing how much he craved him, Harry rested his hands on Louis' chest and slid them down his stomach, stopping there and just feeling. "I've never seen you so turned on that you cry," he said, still amazed. "What was it that did it, do you think? That dream you had?" he purred, crawling down so he could kiss Louis' stomach where his hands had just been, leaving a trail of wet kisses upward. "The lingerie? All of it combined?" he questioned. Louis Tomlinson: The funny thing about Louis was that even though they had just had what was probably the best sex of their lives, every small touch from his boyfriend's hands affected his body like nothing else. The goosebumps that formed on his skin at the smallest touch from the other's fingertips were visible, and he had to admit that it was the best feeling ever. It was like his skin knew just who was there, and it was just wonderful. "I had never seen myself like that either..." He snickered lightly, allowing his hands to slowly slide up and down Harry's sides before the boy started kissing down his body, a smile coming to the older boy's lips as he gently caressed the other's hair. "I don't know. I mean I don't think it was the dream itself, because you were a girl, and I don't want a girl. I want you the way you are." He shrugged lightly, propping himself up on one of his elbows and pulling the boy up slowly, cupping his face to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "I think that the fact that I want you so much and you actually want to please me to the point where you actually put on lingerie for me... that was an overwhelming feeling..." Hazz: Feeling himself blush when Louis explained how he wanted Harry exactly the way he was, Harry bit his lip around a smile and looked down, trailing a finger down the faint line of soft, light hair that lead down Louis' stomach. "I just wanted to please you," he admitted quietly, not making eye contact so he wouldn't blush. "I'd do anything you wanted me to, Louis. Anything to make you happy," he said, finally looking up again. His eyes trailed up Louis' petite body, scanning over his toned tummy and scruffy face, clear blue eyes. He was so beautiful and Harry never took the time to truly appreciate it. "I'm lucky you're mine," he smiled, laying flat on top of him again so he could nudge for more kisses. Louis Tomlinson: Louis knew how much he affected Harry. He didn't exactly understand why, but he knew how much. He knew how to make the boy blush, how to turn him on, how to get him off, basically, at that point, Louis felt like both an expert in Harry's body language and a complete creep for having "studied" the younger lad for so long. He kept gently petting the boy's hair as he allowed their eyes to lock for a moment, letting out a content sigh, before his arms wrapped themselves around the boy's body so he could place a few more kisses all over the boy's face. "You know, I honestly appreciate that, baby. But as I said time and time again, I want you to only do the things that you like. What makes me happy is making you happy. I don't want you to do something you wouldn't want just cause I like it. We're a couple, and that means adapting to each other." He said in a soft yet serious tone. "Also, I'm the lucky one here, ya fool" Hazz: Often times, Harry felt so young compared to Louis. Sometimes he felt like a child being scolded for something, other times he felt naïve and fragile, so little compared to Louis even though he was much bigger. He nodded in understanding, nuzzling up against Louis' neck in one of those moments where he felt young, and pressed a soft kiss there. "I know, but I wanted to do this. I liked it... it made me feel pretty," he admitted shyly, his cheeks heating up against his will. "And there are only a few things I wouldn't do anyway, but we discussed that already," he shrugged, much more interested in the feeling of his boyfriend's naked body pressed against his own, soft and smooth to the touch. "But don't be afraid to ask me for things you want, is all I mean. I want to give you things," he smiled, hoping Louis understood what he meant. Louis Tomlinson: The fact that Harry was so kitten like, smiling and nuzzling and pressing against his body so innocently right after sex made Louis giggle lightly. He loved that the boy could go from the slutty mess he often was to this little kid that was now in the older lad's arms. He twisted one of the boy's curly locks in his fingers, nodding to show he was in fact paying attention, eyes falling shut for a second as he listened to the boy's words, smiling gently at him. "You looked, really pretty with those panties on, baby. I loved seeing you like that." He pointed out, looking at Harry and seeing his blush, snickering lightly as he slid his hand to cup the other's cheek, inching forward to place a long gentle kiss to the boy's lips. "I know, I get it. And I say the same for you. You can ask me for anything you want. Anything at all. I never really thought I could find someone so sexually compatible to me, but you... you're something else, love. I love you so much." Hazz: Harry found himself lingering on Louis' lips when he kissed him, falling right back into place with his body with a happy, content sigh. There were very few people that had ever been able to offer him that level of comfort and safety, but none compared to Louis. "I love you too," he whispered when he pulled away from the kiss, cupping his hand around Louis' jaw and kissing him some more, because he was his boyfriend and he could kiss him whenever he wanted. It was silly how he smiled at the thought, still so new to him. He supposed he'd belonged to Louis long before they made it official, but it was different having the real title. It made him feel like it was all more legitimate. "Are you sleepy?" he forced himself to pull away to ask, fingers dancing along the soft stubble on Louis' jaw and chin that he couldn't seem to get enough of. It sometimes left burns on him from his skin rubbing against it, but he didn't mind at all, loved the feeling of Louis' scruff scratching him up.
