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Ever since Louis got home from his baseball game and went to his bedroom, he's noticed that Harry is restless. He gets up every few minutes and paces around… he decided that he needed to water all the house plants, went to the bathroom to clean the mirror and then went back to brush his teeth… twice… in 20 minutes! Each time he settles down and cuddles up next to Louis, he gets up within a few minutes to find a different task to busy himself with.
Harry left the ballpark with Louis’ daughter, Ruthie, right after the game. Louis shares Ruthie with his ex-wife. He and his ex have been friends since they were young and started dating as teenagers. He had always been uncertain about his sexuality but decided to go through with an engagement and marriage at the urging of his management, because that's what baseball players were supposed to do. A few years into the marriage, Louis finally felt confident in saying that he was gay, but by that point, he and his wife were trapped by contracts.
She, of course, was hurt by this revelation at first but with time, and due to their long friendship, they made it work and lived together as friends… but to the outside world, they were a loving husband and wife. They eventually decided to have a child together, via in vitro as Louis couldn’t get it up with a woman, because they both saw themselves trapped in this relationship for the foreseeable future and wanted to make the best of it. Louis had always wanted children and felt this was his best opportunity as a gay man. Not long after Ruthie was born, parts of their contracts were determined to be unlawful which allowed them to quietly divorce but they continued to be loving co-parents to their daughter.
Ruthie is now four years old and Harry loves her as if she’s his own. He’d protect her with his life… and Louis trusts him completely with her… but Louis and Harry haven’t been in a relationship for THAT long… so, he’s very thankful that Harry happily took care of her during her daddy’s game, including getting her home right after the game and getting her into bed.
Louis left the ballpark about an hour after the game ended and is now wondering if something happened during that hour to upset his boy. Ruthie can be very… blunt… but she loves Harry, or as she calls him, “Hazzy”… so, hopefully nothing major happened. Louis has to know though and can’t ignore Harry’s restlessness any longer.
“Haz, baby…” Louis says, as Harry moves to get off the bed AGAIN. “Your thoughts are so loud, they’re practically screaming at me! What’s wrong?”
Harry sighs. “I’m alright.”
“Harry…” Louis says, desperately. “I know you pretty well and something is weighing on you.”
“Not really weighing on me… it’s stupid.” Harry admits.
“If it bothers you, it’s not stupid.” Louis argues.
“This is!” Harry snaps back.
“Remember our rules? Communication is our top priority. And what are you not doing right now? Talking to me…” Louis says, sounding rather dominant.
“I thought the kinky side of our relationship was kinda on hold right now? Since the baseball season really has kicked off and consumes almost all of our time?” Harry asks, raising his eyebrows.
“Pardon me?” Louis says, looking surprised.
“I mean… we are in the same house where your daughter lives… not just a hotel room alone?” Harry states.
“Oh, no no no… you’ve interpreted things wrong, sweet Harry. We can do anything we want here. What happens behind our closed door stays behind our closed door. The past few weeks have just been a bit stressful… that’s why I’ve only initiated… sort of basic, vanilla sex. It didn’t seem like you wanted to spice things up? I mean… is that what’s weighing on you? Our sex life? Because we can always open our special box if-“ Louis rambles, until Harry cuts him off.
“No, baby. I’m sorry… I love our sex life the way it is. We need time to develop that other side. We’re both new to this… and it has sort of been on pause, but yeah… that’s because we barely have any time together. We’ll talk about the special box again later, though.” Harry grins. “What I was thinking about really was crazy. I’m sorry… It’s… I was… just… I was thinking about having a baby… with you. Andddd, the look on your face shows me it really was crazy.” Harry sighs.
“Umm… what?” Louis says, looking confused. “Don’t get me wrong, no judgement… but… WHAT?”
Harry sighs, “it just… it feels so unfair that we can never have a baby, the natural way. Like… wouldn't it be amazing if we decided we wanted to try for a baby… obviously not right now… but… we could have lots of fun during the trying part… then eventually… be successful! In my dream, I’d be the one carrying the baby… and we would be so emotional and happy all throughout the pregnancy… and you’d be right by my side, holding my hand when it was time to deliver the baby. The little one would have both of our genes… a perfect mix of the two of us… and… yeah.” Harry lets out a sigh before continuing. “Never going to happen though. I’ve tried to accept that I’ll never be able to have biological children with my partner… but still… the thought makes me sad sometimes… and looking at Ruthie's pretty face… seeing you in her eyes… it just… makes me a little sad. I promise though, being around that little sunshine is one of the best parts of my life… I just get too far into my head sometimes.” Harry admits.
Louis blows out a long breath “That… yeah, kinda came out of nowhere…”
“Yeeaahhh… out of nowhere… and crazy…”
“Not crazy at all.” Louis insists. “And…. I won't lie and say that I haven’t thought about all this before too. It's a big reason why I decided to have Ruthie back then with my closest female friend… technically, wife… because I knew she was probably my only chance to have a biological child. Also, I know it doesn’t help the biological part… but you can be just as much of a parent to Ruthie as I am. She adores you… loves you… and biology doesn’t matter even a tiny bit to her! I’ve never seen her bond with anyone the way she has with you… I promise you that!”
Harry gives him a shy smile. “I… appreciate that so much, Lou… but it really isn’t about her. She’s amazing and I love her completely already. It’s more about me being a bit jealous of couples who can have a biological baby. That’s all… and sorry but you signed up for the drama queen that I am sometimes.” Harry smirks a little.
“Oh, I love my gorgeous drama queen.” Louis pulls Harry closer and presses a kiss to his cheek. The mood feels lighter now. He still doesn’t know where all this came from… but if his baby is upset, Louis will be there for him. No matter what. “But let me tell you… nobody says we can't try… a lot!” Louis whispers, as he gently nibbles on Harry’s earlobe… and suddenly, the mood in their room changes once more…
Louis’ not even sure why, as this had been a pretty serious conversation but he’s suddenly so fucking turned on! Maybe Harry’s comments about their vanilla sex made him need to prove what he is capable of! He’s just been so focused on baseball… and had sort of fallen into a pattern of being so tired by the time they finally got time at night to be intimate, that he hadn't initiated anything…. kinky… and could have easily missed Harry’s signals for wanting more. Does this make him a bad dom? Is he even really one at all? He doesn’t know… he just knows that he wants to prove himself now! He can take good care of his baby, excellent even!
He immediately feels the effect on Harry too. His entire body shudders… his thighs tense, just a bit, as they always do when things between them start getting hot. God, he’s so easy to read when he’s like this. Raw. Vulnerable. Wanting. Horny! “Lou…” Harry breathes, his voice whining softly.
Louis slides a hand down his boy’s side and roughly grabs his hip. “No… that's not my name tonight…” He knows what Harry needs right now. He needs to be taken apart, so those thoughts from earlier don’t race around his head and torment him all night. He needs someone to take care of him. “It’s sir to you, princess… I’m gonna make you forget about everything else but me, baby,” Louis murmurs, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Gonna take care of that pretty head of yours.”
Harry looks up at him, pupils blown wide. Fuck, he’s SO gorgeous like this… so needy!
“Thought you were tired? You were the star of the baseball stadium only a few hours ago!” Harry asks, astonished.
Louis smirks before kissing him hard, pushing him back, and pinning both of his hands over his head. Is he trying to prove a point? Maybe. His ego is big. “Oh, I’m exhausted, princess,” he mumbles between kisses. “I’m never too tired to take good care of my boy though! I know exactly what you need… your brain won’t shut up, will it?”
Harry shakes his head, back and forth, slowly.
“So, you’re getting it rough tonight. I don’t wanna hear any complaints either. Your naughty comments about our sex life being ‘on pause’? Well, I think that deserves punishment. There's a price you’re going to have to pay, sweetheart.” Louis growls, pressing him harder into the mattress. “Maybe then you and your head will finally rest.”
The sound Harry makes at that comment, goes straight to Louis’ cock. Desperate. He’s begging for it already, fuck! Harry makes him so weak… but he has to keep it together.
Louis grabs Harry’s jaw firmly and tilts his face a bit. “You gonna behave?”
“I’ll be good…” Harry whispers.
Louis’ eyebrow arches “Of course you will, my little angel… but you need to know that you’re about to get absolutely wrecked! No mercy. Remember your colours?” He inquires. When they decided to have a more kinky relationship, they initiated using the traffic light system… green for them being okay with everything currently happening, yellow for pausing the scene and discussing, red for stopping immediately, all hands or restraints off. Louis doesn't intend to push Harry too far tonight though. He knows his boundaries but always wants to make sure they use their colours if needed.
Harry nods eagerly.
“Words.”
“Y-yes!” Harry whines.
“Yes, what?” Louis snaps.
“Y-yes sir!” Harry says. Louis smiles proudly. This is definitely better than vanilla sex. He needed the reminder.
“And your colour now is…?” Louis asks again.
“Neon green, sir!” Harry whines. Louis takes that as his sign to continue… this is gonna be fun…
Louis lets go of Harry’s jaw and slides his hand down Harry’s naked chest. Harry is only wearing his boxers but Louis quickly rids him of those. The way his boy arches up as the fabric of his boxers brushes against him makes Louis’ cock twitch. Once Harry is free of his boxers, he spreads his legs wide without needing to be told, showing Louis he is ready and very willing.
“Such a good boy,” Louis mutters, as he moves to kneel between Harry's thighs. “Spreading those sexy legs of yours… like you’ve been waiting for me all day.”
“I have…” Harry gasps. “Please, Lou- um… sir!! P-please, sir!!”
“Shhh.” Louis soothes, pressing two fingers to his lips. “No begging… yet. Now be a good boy and open wide…”
Harry looks confused but slowly opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue. Louis places the two fingers onto his tongue and presses them inside Harry’s hot, wet mouth. Harry’s lips close tightly around Louis’ fingers as he curls his tongue around them and eagerly begins to suck. Louis’ mouth falls open as he watches Harry's cheeks hollow around his fingers. He sucks and licks and swallows like the good boy he is. Louis isn’t great at self control when it comes to Harry. He struggles to keep himself from exchanging his fingers for his cock. He knows though that he can’t come twice tonight… he’s too exhausted… but he definitely wants and needs to fuck Harry… hard.
“Just like that, princess.” Louis utters in a low, sultry voice. “You look so fucking good like this. Make sure you get my fingers nice and wet… because that’s all I'm using to open you up…”
He waits a few more moments, enjoying the feel of Harry’s mouth around his fingers before slowly pulling his fingers out, moving his hand down between Harry’s legs, and gently circling his wet fingers against his hole. He slowly presses one of his fingers inside, enticing a gasp from his boy, who immediately clenches, hot and tight, around him. God he LOVES his boy, so much!!
“So tight around me,” Louis says, before slipping in his other finger and beginning to scissor them quickly. He watches Harry squirm, before flattening his other hand between his laurel tattoos, stilling his hips. “Ready for me to ruin you, hmm? Knock you up?” Louis asks, slyly.
Harry nods, his pupils blown even wider. “Yes. Yes, please, PLEASE, sir!!”
Louis curls his fingers, fucking them in deeper. “You’re gonna take every fucking bit of me, like a good boy.” He mutters while opening him up quickly, not wanting to waste any time. Harry moans, high and sweet, as he tugs on the sheets. Louis hopes he won’t tear them to pieces… that has happened before… more than once!
By the time he slowly removes his fingers, Louis is so hard that it’s beginning to hurt. He grabs the lube and quickly slicks himself up, hissing at his own touch!
“Face down, arse up, princess” Louis demands.
Harry obeys and quickly flips over, pressing his face down against the pillow, while arching his back in the most obscene way!
Louis grabs Harry's hips and lines himself up. He feels like his cock is going to combust if he doesn’t get inside his boy right the fuck now. He pushes the head of his cock in, stopping to catch his breath for a moment, before pressing all the way inside in one long thrust that makes them both moan… loudly! Louis almost forgets that his daughter is asleep downstairs. Worst case scenario, she hears noises and asks about it tomorrow and he explains to her that daddy and Hazzy were just playing dinosaurs… because Louis physically CAN'T hold back these sounds! The stretch around him, the heat, the way Harry opens up for him… he has to still his movements for a moment to keep from coming right this second…. F U C K!
“Fucking hell, you were made for this baby, made for me!!” Louis pants out as Harry moans into his pillow.
Louis starts moving with deep, steady thrusts. The sound of their bodies slapping together is the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard. His hands grasp Harry’s hips tighter, holding him down, right where he wants him, since his thrusts had been pushing Harry up the bed. Now, he can continue thrusting inside his boy without mercy.
“L-Lou it’s too much! I’m gonna….” Harry chokes out, now pushing against the headboard with one hand.
“No you won’t, princess!” Louis says as confidently as he can with a trembling voice. He drapes his body over Harry, pressing his chest against Harry’s back and softly biting the nape of his neck. Harry's long hair will cover up the mark. It's up in a bun right now so Louis just couldn’t resist. “You can take it. You're being such a good boy. Use your colours if it gets to be too much.”
And Harry does like it. LOVES it! Louis knows it! Harry’s body quivers underneath him, back arching, arse bouncing back to meet every thrust. Louis fucks him harder, deeper, rougher, no holding back. “I’m coming!” Harry whimpers.
“No, you’re not…” Louis says, well aware that he can’t play this game too long because he himself is TOO FUCKING close!!
“P-please, sir!!! C-can’t!!” Harry cries out.
“I'll tell you when you’re allowed to come!” Louis is right on the edge, fuck! Is he edging himself right now or edging Harry??? UGH.
“S-sir!!” Harry whines, struggling… but Louis can’t hold it any longer anyway.
“Gonna come for me, princess?” Louis pants, reaching around to stroke Harry’s cock. “Gonna soak the sheets for me?”
“P-please!!!” Harry begs, as his hips begin to stutter. He’s apparently still waiting for permission and as Louis feels himself falling over the edge, he commands, “That’s it. Come for me. Now!” Louis moans, a bit surprised that he’s even able to form words during this moment.
Harry shouts into the pillow, coming hard all over Louis’ hand and the sheets. Louis comes with a groan, hips grinding into Harry as he spills inside him, slowing his movements.
Everything goes quiet except for the sound of their laboured breathing.
Louis collapses forward, careful not to crush Harry, and begins to press soft kisses down his spine, trying to ground himself so he can start cleaning up his baby.
Louis continues kissing down Harry’s spine until he arrives at the top of his flushed cheeks. He uses his fingers to gently spread him open and leans back to watch his own cum, thick and milky, slowly dripping from Harry’s hole. He lets out a groan from deep in his chest at the sight. That’s when a new idea starts to form in his head, despite the fact that he’s absolutely exhausted.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Louis pants. “Wrecked, dripping, used.”
Harry softly whines into the pillow, too exhausted to speak… still high from Louis’ cock.
“Do you think it worked?” Louis asks.
“Wh-what worked?” Harry responds, barely able to form words.
“Maybe I fucked you so well that… I knocked you up.” Louis utters softly.
Harry gasps, not saying anything… but then, Louis leans forward, licking from the base of his balls all the way up to his hole, lapping up the trickles of himself that are slowly leaking out. He groans as he tastes himself and gently dips his tongue inside Harry’s sensitive hole, causing him to jump. Louis has rimmed Harry before… but never right after they had had sex… he’s never gotten to taste his own cum as it drips from Harry.
“You love that idea too, don’t you, princess?” Louis purrs. “Being fucked so perfectly that your body can have a baby. That’s what we're trying for, right?”
Harry’s voice breaks, barely audible. “Yes, Lou, fuck, I want that!”
Louis grins widely and starts again with his mouth. He spreads Harry wider and licks long and slow, teasing around his sensitive, stretched rim before sucking softly on the swollen skin. Harry moans so loudly that Louis swears the whole bloody street must have heard. They’ve definitely been playing dinosaurs if Ruthie asks… or even Niall who lives two houses away!
“Stay still,” he mutters, voice low. “Let me clean up my mess, push myself back inside you…”
This act feels so…intimate… it’s everything he’s ever wanted in a relationship and Louis is fucking addicted to the feeling. He eats Harry out like it’s the most natural thing in the world, feeling Harry’s hot, swollen, abused hole twitching around his tongue, as he both soothes and overstimulates it simultaneously.
Harry sobs into the pillow, hips jutting into the mattress involuntarily. “L-Lou! I-I’m sensitive! I-it’s t-too much!”
“Shhh, princess. Just let me take care of you,” Louis murmurs, kissing his wet hole gently. “I’m just making sure it all stays in, yeah? Gotta give my boy the best chance. Going to get you soooo knocked up!”
Harry lets out a breathless laugh, somewhere between a moan and a sob. “You’re crazy!”
Louis bites down softly on one arse cheek before sucking the bitten skin, determined to leave a mark on Harry in the same place he has his own little tattoo. “Crazy about you, sweetheart.”
Harry is limp, practically boneless, when Louis finally pulls away from his overstimulated hole. His thighs are trembling. Louis wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and sits back on his heels to take in the view… and it’s fucking obscene. Harry is lying face down on the pillows, red bite marks along his spine and arse, scratch marks on his hips, his hole red and gaping, while his back moves up and down erratically, as he tries to steady his breath.
Louis can’t help himself. He’s in heaven and despite being exhausted, doesn’t want this to end yet.
“I don't want a single drop of me to escape tonight, yeah?” Louis whispers.
Harry makes a soft noise, and Louis kisses his shoulder before he crawls off the bed and goes over to his closet on wobbly legs. He’s completely spent… as if he just finished an entire day of training. He opens up their now EXPANDED toy box and Louis peers over their collection. He doesn’t know what half of this stuff is for… he just bought everything that looked fun since they decided to start a collection…
He pushes things around inside before he finds what he was searching for… a black silicone plug… not too big… he can’t push Harry too far right now… but it’s big enough to remind him exactly who he belongs to.
“What are you doing?” Harry asks weakly, he hasn’t moved at all.
“Shh, just relax,” Louis says, walking back to Harry and kneeling between his legs again. “I’ve got something to make sure you keep it all in.”
That draws another soft whimper from Harry. He slicks the plug up with lube, then runs a finger along Harry’s rim again. “Still open for me… So fucking perfect.” Louis smiles as he slowly slides the plug in. Harry gasps as the toy sinks inside of him, filling him up again, and keeping Louis’ come inside him.
“There you go. Not letting a drop of me escape from my princess?” Louis smiles as he lightly taps a finger on the end of the plug.
Harry groans, his voice hoarse to say, “You’re fucking filthy, Lou…”
Louis laughs. He knows Harry is exhausted… and DONE with his antics for now… and with good reason. “Language, baby. That’s not what you call someone who took such good care of you! I’m just being careful… want to make sure you get pregnant this time, yeah?” He smirks.
Harry takes a deep breath. “Arsehole…”
“Are you really gunning for more punishment?” Louis says slyly. “Now, off the bed, baby… I have to change the sheets…” Louis says while helping Harry sit up. The shift of the plug inside him as it presses against his prostate causes Harry to whine in discomfort.
This has been a success… because even though Harry seems to be a bit over getting bossed around, Louis knows that he loves him for doing it and helping his head to shut up for now.
Harry kneels down next to the bed as Louis looks at the sheet before taking it off the bed. “Look what a mess you made, my love… ruined the pretty sheets…” Louis chuckles, while looking down to an exhausted, and blushing, Harry. “I love you, baby…”
“Love you too…” Harry says before his eyebrows shoot up, his eyes going wide. “Fuck, Lou. I totally forgot about the little ears downstairs. What if she-“ Harry asks, before Louis cuts him off.
“Dinosaurs, my love.” He says over his shoulder. “We were just… playing dinosaurs.” He says with a wink, leaning over to kiss the top of Harry’s head.