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“What are your rules tonight?” Louis asks the man kneeling at his feet, his hand threaded through long hair, not pulling just holding his head still. Harry’s eyes are already a little glazed over but he is still able to answer, “I’m not to come until Daddy says I can, I’m not to allow anyone to come in me, and I need to tell Daddy straight away if I need a break or get too overwhelmed,” and Louis rewards him with soft scratches to his scalp but the raised eyebrow on Louis’ face meant that he was looking for more, so Harry adds, “My colours are green for good, yellow for pause or change something, and red is for stop,”. They’ve played like this together plenty of times over the years, but this will be the first orgy that they will be participating in, and Harry had planned on incorporating substances to heighten the experience.
Louis pulls Harry up onto his lap to kiss him, biting roughly at his pink lips. They were both already hard in their soft joggers, and they still needed to get to the club, so Louis reluctantly pulls back and grabs the leather collar from behind him, fastening it around Harry’s neck. They didn’t bother with a driver, Louis was staying sober tonight so he collects their things and drags them down to the garage and to their fleet of cars, picking up the first set of keys that his hands land on, not even bothering to see what they go to just unlocking it and shoving Harry into the passenger seat of the black Jeep when it turns out to be the matching car. When Louis gets around to the driver’s side, Harry is already fiddling with the music and putting it on something quiet and sexy but Louis can see his nerves from the way his hands are slightly shaking at the dials.
When the car starts, Harry jumps a little even though the sound of the engine isn’t very loud, so Louis turns and pulls Harry’s hand that lays on the centre console to his mouth to kiss Harry’s knuckles sweetly, staring at him intently when he says, “We can stop at any point, you just gotta say the word,”. Harry is quiet for a second, collecting his thoughts and biting his lip before he shakes his head and goes back to fiddling, and Louis accepts this as him calling green to the situation.
Louis asks again when they arrive, hiding out the back of the club, and he can see Harry jumping in his seat a little anticipation, but he won’t let him leave the dark car until he tells him his colour verbally. Finally, he clips the thin leash onto the front of Harry’s collar and leaves him for just a second to walk around and open his door for him; Harry knows to sit and wait for Louis when he is leashed, and knows that Daddy is now in charge. He kisses him sweetly before they enter the club and Louis eyes the bouncer and bodyguard that went in before them, nodding at them in greeting before he pulls Harry into the room that they organized beforehand.
Harry knows not to take his eyes off of where he has a finger latched onto one of Louis’ belt loops, needing that extra bit of connection no matter the leash, so he doesn’t see how everyone who glances at them is eyeing Harry’s tight jeans or how his curls spill over his face like curtains, hiding his glassy eyes and red bitten lips. Usually, they would be unrecognizable but Harry’s sheer shirt shows off his arms and chest of beautiful (and recognizable) tattoos and his tall stature hunched over himself and trailing Louis like a lost puppy is recognizable enough to those in the industry who know of the pair.
Stepping into the room, Louis immediately leads them over to an armchair that has a pillow by it’s feet, dropping into it and Harry knows where his place is and drops to his knees, trying to shuffle the pillow further between Louis’ now spread legs so he can rest his head on one of his soft thighs. Louis allows this, running his hand softly through curly hair and scratching lightly at the scalp, trying not to pull too hard when their bodyguard allows three men through the door. They must know who they are because none of them seem that surprised by the pair, though if they’ve signed NDAs like they should have before walking in, it mustn’t be too big of a deal to see Harry Styles kneeling before Louis Tomlinson.
Two of the guys go straight to the unmanned bar in the corner of the room, making themselves drinks whilst the third sits in a chair across from them, eyeing up Harry’s form before meeting Louis’ stare and smirking. Louis doesn’t smile back but he does clear his throat and interrupt the two murmuring to each other over drinks. “You boys ready? There are a few rules tonight before we begin. He will not address you, only me; you can call him what you want and do whatever you wish but you are not to come in him, and he is not to come either. You’re all to wear a condom when penetrating him. You will stop immediately if his answer to me asking for his color is anything other than green. Do you understand?” The no-nonsense dominant tone has all three of them nodding, none of them wishing for the fun to end before it begins.
Louis smirks at the obedience, and nods, “Alright boys, go get your kits off, I’ll open him up for you,” and finally looks down at Harry, acknowledging him for the first time since they entered the room. He leans over Harry to where there is a bunch of lube packets and condoms spread all over the table and snatches a handful of lube packets, leaning back and patting his lap for Harry to clamber into. “You okay?” Louis asks, pulling Harry’s bottom lip out from between his teeth before running his thumb over it softly. Harry’s shy meek nod is enough for Louis, so he surges up to kiss him, grabbing his head between his hands to still him as he ravishes his mouth.
By the time he pulls back, Harry’s eyes are glassy and he’s panting like he was running a marathon. Louis smiles softly at the sight; one of his favourites. He looks freshly fucked. He taps a hip to signal Harry to get off his lap and he lets the boy stand between his spread legs while he strips him naked, leaving him only in his collar. He pushes on his shoulder to get Harry to kneel, before he pulls Harry’s short hair up in a half-up hairdo with the hair tie around his wrist and finishes it off with a sweet kiss on his spit-shiny lips. He doesn’t take his eyes off of Harry when he asks the room, “Harry here is gonna have a bump, do you boys want some?” and he pulls the small package of white powder from his pocket. The pair had discussed this before the night began, and was the main reason behind Louis remaining sober.
He passes it to Harry who shyly pours some on the glass tray that the club had provided, turning back to Louis to silently ask for a card and some cash to help cut it up and snort it. Louis can’t help but watch on amused at Harry’s shaky attempt at setting it up, and smiles when one of the other men step in to help – they had done the stuff before but never in public, and Louis was usually the one encouraging Harry to try.
When they’ve all partaken, Harry looks back at Louis with blown-out pupils and Louis bites his lip to hold in a giggle. His boy looks sexy as fuck, naked and relaxed, but a complete 180 from what he was like when they first came into the club. This was why Louis suggested the drug, wanting Harry to enjoy the first time being fucked by a group. He pats his lap again, pulling a cock ring from his pocket, “C’mon kitten, lets open you up for them,” and smiles when Harry stalks over to him slowly on his hands and knees, showing off his tight hole to the boys behind him before he pulls himself into Louis lap, wrapping his arms around his partner’s neck and kisses him soundly.
Harry receives a pinch to his inner thigh for that. The display – while attractive, was unnecessary. The two only have eyes for each other, and the other three respect that – keeping their distance. Covering his fingers in a good amount of lube, Louis keeps Harry distracted with kisses to his neck and chest whilst he slowly opens him up on two then three fingers. He wasn’t virgin tight – their prep before the night began meant that this wasn’t the first time today that Louis had his fingers in Harry’s ass but Harry still moans as if being penetrated for the first time, pushing himself down onto the digits and gasping when Louis spreads his fingers. The slight burn has Harry’s cock already hard and dripping and the slick leaking from the tip helps the cock ring to slide down his length, tightening in place around the base.
When Louis deems Harry ready, he stops and asks his colour one last time before they start - green - and he finally lets the boy go after a desperate kiss, licking into his mouth and pulling his hair. He lets the boy slide out of his lap and lets him turn to face the trio waiting patiently on the couches across from them, their cocks hard and in their hands.
Louis view of Harry’s red and swollen hole is obscene, and he bites a lip to keep quiet, knowing that his time with the boy is over for now. He watches on as the sweet curly-haired boy turns into a flirty, cheeky fiend – meeting all three with a peck and sitting right in the lap of the one sitting in the middle, ignoring all the others once he’s sat. Hands immediately grab roughly onto his hips and the owner of said hands looks over at Louis to see if he has permission to be rough, continuing after Louis’ calm nod and seeing how Louis is palming over his clothed erection. It should feel weird that Louis is the only one still clothed but it makes him feel more powerful, more in charge of this whole scene.
Harry gasps when Rough Hands (Louis has already forgotten their names) begins to pull Harry’s hips back to meet his, grinding his cock against Harry’s sloppy wet hole, and they freeze when Louis tuts and leans over to flick them a condom, relaxing again when Rough Hands catch it and puts it on. Lifting the boy, he spits on his hand and roughly fists his covered cock to wet it slightly before notching it against where Harry is now clenching, fearfully staring into Louis’ eyes for a second and nodding when Louis tips his head in question. He adjusts his legs to properly straddle the man backwards, his back against the stranger’s chest, before he slowly sinks down, head thrown back with a lewd moan. The three men are biting their lips and watching the thick cock sink into Harry’s tight hole, and Louis watches as the flush from Harry’s face spreads down his chest, his cock twitching against his thigh at the feeling of being filled.
Finally, Harry grinds his hips down until their hips meet with a loud squelch of lube, and the boy moans, pulling his fuck buddies out of the distraction and setting them into motion. The one to Harry’s left, one that Louis is mentally calling Blondie (the guy has blonde hair, not unlike Niall though the similarities stop there) asks Louis in a deep voice, deeper than it was before they started, “Can I suck his pretty cock, man?” and kneels before Harry when Louis nods, watching as Harry’s bottom lip slips between his teeth once more. Rough Hands must be allowing Harry time to adjust because he begins to lift him and drop him back down onto his cock once Blondie gets his mouth on Harry, the pair teaming up in taking him apart. Harry’s hand threads into Blondies hair and pulls, enjoying the slight scrape of teeth on his most intimate parts when it pulls Blondie off his cock and he continues pulling until he’s up and kneeling over him, kissing him while Rough Hands brutally fucks up into Harry.
The third guy, Matt, now that Louis thinks of it, is watching in awe, at Harry’s easy bouncing, how his thighs bunch up with every thrust and how Harry has his fingers clasped into blonde locks as he licks into Blondie’s mouth. Harry must have had enough because he pulls back from the kiss and pushes at Blondie’s shoulders to get him to kneel again and moans when Rough Hands adjusts his thrusts, apparently thrusting right into Harry’s prostate because his cock is leaking precome heavily and his moans are loud and breathy, and Blondie is licking the slicks right up, chasing drips of it all the way down to his balls and continuing to lick down and over where the pair are connected, kissing around the rim. Matt is happy to just watch for now, slowly jerking his cock.
This feels like an out-of-body experience for Louis – he feels as if he’s watching a porn but its reality and the man that he loves is being taken apart by three other guys. He hopes that Harry is enjoying himself. From the looks of it; from how his eyes are rolled into the back of his head and his moans are reaching a pitch that could perhaps be heard over the sound of the music from the rest of the club – Louis is pretty sure he is. Rough Hands must be close because his thrusts are sloppy and the way he’s pulling Harry down to grind into rather than to bounce on him, he looks to be nearing his peak.
With a shout that he buries into Harry’s neck, lightly biting into his skin, he finally pulls Harry down and holds him there as he comes into the condom, and Harry needs to push Blondie away because he looks just as close. The blonde one is panting and meets Matt’s eye and they must have some sort of silent conversation because once Harry’s breathing has slowed down and Rough Hands has let go of him, resting back into the armchair, they help him off of the slowly softening cock and onto the floor. Harry stumbles and luckily they pulled a few pillows down to soften the area because Harry falls to his knees and giggles, cum drunk and high, and the other two grin darkly at each other, like cats who have gotten the cream. Matt reaches over to grab a handful of lube, passing some to Blondie before pushing the table out of the way and ripping a few packets open.
Together they manipulate a lazy, dazed Harry into a position between them, pillows propping him up. Matt drips cold lube into Harry’s now gaping hole and the boy gasps at the temperature change. Blondie gets into position in front of Harry’s mouth and Louis clears his throat, which cause them both to freeze, all eyes on Louis who only has eyes for the loopy boy in the middle who is staring at Louis with a dazed look, a large smile breaking his face into two. “I need your colour, H,” Louis says gruffly, his voice deep with arousal. “Green Daddy,” Harry answers, his own voice deep and dreamy but the quiet giggle that follows sounds like the sweetest sound to ever drip from Harry’s puffy lips. The other two are still frozen and Louis nods, flicking a small clicker that he pulls from his pocket to Blondie who immediately understands what it is and places it into Harry’s hand. “Click that if you need them to pause or stop, yeah?” Louis says, still staring into Harry’s beautiful dark eyes, and he cheekily clicks it twice before nodding and moving to stare up at Blondie’s face – who still hasn’t taken his eyes off Louis.
The blue-eyed man flicks his hand as if gesturing them to go on, and the pair pounce. Not bothering to finger Harry again, Matt rolls a condom onto his cock and sinks quickly into Harry, not bothering to wait for him to be comfortable before pulling out and thrusting in again, fast and rough. Harry’s eyes screw shut, and he opens his mouth in a moan, which Blondie takes advantage of, tapping his own hard cock against Harry’s bottom lip, pressing into his open mouth. Harry doesn’t bother opening his eyes, but he wraps his lips around the length, his hands coming up to circle around Blondie’s thighs and letting him sink his cock in as deep as it goes, notching his throat and burying his nose in the light curls at the base.
The pair work together to simultaneously thrust into him: Matt thrusts in and pushes Harry’s mouth further down Blondie’s length, and when Blondie pulls out, so does Matt. The result is beautiful, and Louis can see Rough Hands begin to fist his cock again in his peripheral. The sight is filthy; beautiful, innocent, sweet curly-haired Harry speared between two cocks. Louis frees his own cock from his jeans and thumbs at the head, spreading precome over his own length and slowly pumping it. Both men ignore Harry’s own leaking cock, buried in the pillows beneath him and dragging over the rough material. It doesn’t take long for Matt to come, and Blondie pulls out before he does too, spilling all over Harry’s face.
The pair sit back on their asses, rubbing their sore knees from where they were kneeling on the rug and Harry flops over onto his back, landing on the soft carpet, and he looks wrecked – his face is smeared with semen, and the blush that spreads over his hair-free chest reaches all the way down to his swollen cock, hard and flushed and leaking against his belly. Harry hand moves to tweak one of his own nipples, his eyes screwed shut in quiet frustration, and he moans when he feel Blondie’s hand run through his curls. Rough Hands stands up and taps Matt on the shoulder, nudging him out of the way and leans up over Harry to grab another condom.
Louis should ask his colour before they continue, right? “Colour H, do you want to continue?” Louis’ voice breaks up the silence, the only sounds besides their breathing and moaning is the muted beat of the music making its way through the walls. Harry’s response is a thumbs up, and Louis growls, not accepting that as an answer, before Harry finally responds in a croaky voice, his throat wrecked from being fucked, “Yes please Daddy, I’m green,” and drops a hand out towards him, as if asking for Louis to hold it. Louis smiles softly at the sight, pulling his hand out of his pants and getting up to kneel beside Harry. He takes the offered limb and pulls it to his mouth, to kiss at his knuckles before he leans over to look Harry in the eye, “You want me to sit here and hold your hand, sweetheart?” and smiles at Harry’s responding nod and grin. His nose crinkles a little and Louis is incapable of not leaning in to peck him sweetly on his lips, both ignoring the spunk that still lies on his face.
When he looks around, Blondie and Matt have moved back to their own armchairs, smiling down at the display and Rough Hands is distracted, smearing lube onto his covered cock once more. “Can I fuck him now?” Rough Hands grunts, pressing his cock against Harry’s entrance but not pushing in, just eyeing Louis’ face for approval. He doesn’t hesitate when Louis nods, thrusting in just as harshly as Matt did, immediately pumping his cock in and out of the sloppy wet hole. He didn’t bother with any more lube, the remaining slick providing more than enough slide for Rough Hand’s thick cock. Louis eyes how it disappears into Harry’s body, how Harry grips his hand and gasps. The man is thick, thicker than Louis and longer than average. He must feel amazing, filling up Harry just how he likes.
Harry isn’t as into this round as previous ones, laying back on the rug and trying not to wince when the thick head of Rough Hand’s cock almost slips from his sore entrance. He lies there and whines when the man lifts his legs, dropping them over his shoulders to thrust in deeper, and he shivers when the man spits onto his chest, right over his butterfly tattoo. Finally, the man gets close, but instead of finishing inside him like he has previously, he pulls out and pulls the condom off, jerking his cock roughly until he comes over Harry’s stomach, his load covering Harry nearly all the way up his chest.
Rough Hands needs a second to recover before he moves to sit back up on the chairs with the other two and the trio watch as Louis pulls Harry closer – reaching blindly for the packet of wipes the club provided and cleans his boy quickly before ducking in for a kiss. “You want them to watch? Or do you want me to send them away before we finish off?” Louis asks to a tired Harry, and it takes a few seconds for the boy to collect himself enough to answer but it’s obvious once he does – shaking his head and flicking his wrist out towards the door, he wants them gone. Louis looks up at them, feeling a little guilty but ultimately wanting what’s best for his boy so he nods his head towards the door and ignores them as they get up to get dressed and head out. Louis moves them around slowly, propping his boy up on pillows and kneeling between Harry’s legs, leaning over him, forehead resting against his, holding both his hands down as they wait for the sound of the door to close and the sounds of the club to reduce back to quiet. It’s just them two in the room now.
Louis grabs another wipe and more thoroughly wipes Harry down, catching any stray globs of come and wiping sweat away from where it’s accumulated. He also grabs the banana and water he swiped from the bar earlier and stashed under the table and leans over Harry to kiss him and encourage him to sit up a little, pouring water into his mouth and pressing small bites of banana past frowning lips. Harry looks exhausted, barely opening his eyes – which is to be expected after being railed by three guys over just a few hours.
When Harry comes up out of his cloudy state, he looks around confused for a second, looking for the others and meeting Louis’ eyes when he finds them alone; “You sent them away,” Louis answers Harry’s curious look. Harry nods, eyes wide as if remembering now before finally smiling and leaning in to kiss Louis. He pushes him back until Louis is leaning against the armchair that he was originally sitting in before climbing into his lap, turning their kisses rough and filthy quickly.
It takes Louis dragging Harry away from his mouth by his hair to get the boy to sit back, now straddling Louis’ hips and trying to pull against the fistful of hair that Louis is scruffing Harry with. “Words, Kitten. What do you want?” Louis’ says into Harry’s throat, kissing and licking at his jugular. He huffs amused when Harry whines, “Daddy’s cock,” grinding his hips down into Louis’ covered cock. “Okay sun, I’ll give you my cock. What’s your colour first?”
“Green, its green I promise, please Daddy,” Harry moans, his hips becoming desperate now that his cock has hardened back up from where it had softened in their brief rest period. Louis pushes Harry off his lap to get up and strip, grabbing more lube and kneeling back in front of where Harry was mindlessly playing with his nipples again. He lubes up Harry’s cock, ignoring his hisses and complaints as he pulls the cock ring off and flicks it onto the table. Harry’s eyes still show signs of his high, but he seems to be slowing now, obvious in how tired he was becoming as he spins around to pile a bunch of pillows together to create a soft spot to lay over, his hips elevated to a perfect height so that Louis can fuck him without him having to support himself.
Louis snorts softly at the display and rips open the lube, dripping some on himself and onto Harry’s hole, rubbing the cool gel into his puffy rim. He doesn’t bother with a condom – confident that the others had been cautious and safe enough tonight before sinking in and completely laying over Harry’s back. He keeps his thrusts slow and deep, breathing into the space between Harry’s shoulder blades and into the soft curls at the base of Harry’s skull as he chases his peak. After the display of the fucking all night, and the prolonged edging that he was doing to himself throughout, it doesn’t take long before he finally buries himself as deep as his cock goes and comes with a harsh exhale. He hadn’t done anything tonight but the experience itself was exhausting so the slow quiet orgasm took a lot of remaining energy out of Louis.
Helping Harry onto his back he leans down and takes his cock into his mouth, pulling off again quickly to say that Harry can come whenever, and goes back to taking Harry to the root, tonguing over the underside and curling it around the length. Harry doesn’t even have the strength to thrust, just letting Louis swallow around him, his throat spasming around the head before he comes with a whine and completely goes limp, the orgasm draining the last of his energy. Louis checks up on Harry when he pulls off, receiving a lazy smile and a thumbs up and so he quickly finds Harry’s clothes and dresses him again, not bothering to make Harry help just scooping him up in a bridal carry and moving to the door, knocking on it with his foot.
Their bodyguard pokes his head in and opens it properly when he sees the load in Louis’ arms, Harry’s curly head tucked into Louis’ neck and arms wrap around his neck though he doesn’t have the energy to hold on. Together they rush Harry to the Jeep and help him into the passenger, Louis belting him up and leaving him with a kiss to his forehead before he closes the door and leans back against it, closing his eyes and sighing into the night. He’s watched by the man standing by the back door, who has seen more of them than he probably signed up for, as Louis pulls out his cigarettes and lights one, offering one to him. He shakes his head so Louis just shrugs and lights the one in his mouth, quietly puffing with his eyes closed until its done.
Tonight was intense, though they planned and expected it to be. It wasn’t often that they were brave enough to do something like this; put their names at risk by sleeping with others, that could expose their secret. Before he stands up properly and moves around to the driver's side, he pulls out his wallet and brings out the cash tips that he prepared for tonight, handing the wad of hundreds to the man and telling him to pay the club and apologize for the mess.
Climbing into the driver’s seat, he flicks on the heat and hears Harry hum in thanks, smiling softly to himself as he stares at the dozing man beside him. This curly-haired boy, the love of his life, the reason for his continued existence, he would do anything for this man. He leans over and kisses his sweetly on the forehead before he starts the car and readies them for the drive home. Tonight was a good night.