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Louis checks his watch again, the time being twenty after five. His date is late. God, Louis left work early for this. His leg starts bouncing impatiently under the clothed table. If only people could have some sense of time–
“Here’s your table, sir.” He hears the host announce from beside him. The chair across from him screeches on the hardwood floor.
He looks up, meeting the kind, apologetic, eyes of his date. They’re round, a little bigger than what he would normally go for. His hair is swooped low across his forehead, straight and unnerving.
Louis doesn’t really want to be here anymore.
“I’m so sorry I’m late.” And an excuse in three… two… one, “The bus was late and there was traffic and my boss needed me for an extra minute.” The man clasps his hands together on the table, pressing his lips into a small line. “I’m really sorry.”
Louis holds back a long sigh. The guy gave too many excuses. There’s no way that
all
of that happened. He should’ve just stuck to one. Instead, Louis smiles, offering his best forgiveness face, “It’s quite alright. you must be Ethan?”
The man—Ethan—nods, clearly relieved that Louis accepted his apology. Hah, if only he knew.
“I am, and I’m assuming you’re Louis?"
“That I am.” Louis picks up the menu, scanning it like he hasn’t been here plenty of times before. It’s not like his best friend owns the place, or anything. “I hope you don’t mind that I picked the place, I’ve been here a couple times before and it’s never let me down.”
Ethan chuckles. “It’s quite alright.” Louis hears some shuffling behind his menu. “So you know what’s good here?”
Louis places his menu down, “I suggest the filet mignon, the chef here glazes it in this amazing sauce.” He smiles.
His date puts the menu down atop of Louis’, grazing their hands together briefly. Louis watches the movement, and when he glances up, Ethan has a slight flush to his cheeks.
Ugh. No thank you.
Before he can say anything else, the waiter comes over, placing down the complimentary waters. “Hello! I’m Niall, I’ll be your waiter for tonight. Could I get you started with a different drink, appetizer…?” He trails off, looking at the two men with a raised brow.
Louis almost snickers at how polite Niall is being. Sure, Niall’s usually nice and jolly, but there’s always something interesting about seeing him interact with strangers, a sort of formality in his voice that makes Louis smile.
Ethan interrupts his thoughts, “Um, yes. I think I’ll do a Pinot Noir, and the gentleman will have…” he trails off, looking to Louis.
He clears his throat, sitting up, “I’ll do a beer, thanks.”
Movement in his peripheral catches his eye, and a laugh almost bubbles out of him because Ethan just visibly
flinched
at Louis ordering a beer. This restaurant may be fancy, and it may be a first date, but Louis already knows there isn’t going to be a second one. He’s not going to pretend to sit around and be fancy when really all he wants is a cold beer.
Niall, being the dutiful waiter he is, writes down both drinks, “Great, I’ll put those in for you. Should I give you two some time to look over the menu?”
Louis opens his mouth to answer, when Ethan interrupts, “We’ll both have the filet mignon. Does that come with a side salad of any sort?” He picks up the menus, handing them to a still-writing Niall.
Meanwhile, Louis is just watching him with his eyes wide and eyebrows raised. How. Fucking. Rude. Louis was going to order the filet, but Ethan hadn’t even checked with him. And how is Niall supposed to grab the menus when he’s clearly busy writing their order.
“Yes, it comes with either soup or salad.” Niall smiles, but it’s tense at the edges. He’s annoyed. It’s not noticeable to a stranger, though, because Niall is a professional, but to Louis, it’s clear as day.
“We’ll both have a house salad then.” Ethan gestures at the menus again, even though Niall is still writing down the order .
Louis has to resist the urge to slap him.
Niall takes the menus, “I’ll be back with your drinks in a bit.” And he leaves.
Louis doesn’t speak. Neither does Ethan.
Suddenly, Ethan slams his fist on the table. Louis tries his hardest not to jump from the force of it. “Dumbass waiter didn’t even ask how we wanted our filet!” He goes to raise his hand to signal to Niall, but Louis grabs his forearm, lowering it. Does this guy get off on making a spectacle?
“In the menu it says they do it medium unless otherwise specified.” Louis snaps, a little angry this guy called one of his best friends a dumbass. Only Louis is allowed to do that.
Ethan scoffs, “That’s ridiculous.”
Louis shrugs. “Just how it works here.”
Niall appears with their drinks, and before he leaves, Louis stops him. “Hey, sorry to bother you, but could I have my steak done medium well? And instead of a salad, could I have a clam chowder? Same for him as well.” He nods over to Ethan without looking at him, knowing he’s fuming.
Niall, being the lovely, beautiful human that he is, simply nods. “Of course, sir.” Sir . How is Louis not cracking up? “Anything else?”
Louis shakes his head, “Thank you.” Niall leaves, winking at him inconspicuously.
When he faces Ethan, he’s practically almost done with his wine, face beet red. Is that smoke coming out of his ears? Hm, maybe the lights are playing tricks with Louis’ eyes.
God, Louis needs him to leave and they haven’t even had their food.
The filets come out and they eat in silence, the only sounds being the chatter around them and the clinking of knife to plate. Louis loves it, he knows they wouldn’t have anything to talk about otherwise.
Once they’re both done, Niall comes back, bearing the check (thank god ). “Here you go, sirs. I’ll be right back to grab it.”
Louis goes for his wallet while simultaneously watching Ethan, trying to see his movements. Seeing if he’ll pay for the check.
Except.
Except Ethan isn’t moving. He isn’t taking his wallet out. He’s just sitting there.
“I’ll pay for it this time?”
“Yeah, since you practically ordered for me.”
Louis scoffs, placing down his credit card. “You ordered for me first. Thought that’s how we were doing things. My apologies.”
Ethan rolls his eyes, “It’s fine.” He sighs, leaning in. “Do you wanna come back to my place?”
God, Louis could laugh in his face. This guy cannot be serious. “Sorry, mate. Not really feeling a connection here.”
“Whatever. Fuck you.” He grabs his coat, and leaves.
Just like that. Phew.
Louis finishes the rest of his beer, slamming it down on the table. He wipes the back of his mouth, grabs the check, and walks to the back.
He finds Niall and Zayn snickering together in the corner. Once Niall catches sight of him, he laughs louder.
“What a fucking dick!” Niall roars, slapping Louis on the back as he takes the check from his hand.
Louis rolls his eyes, but his lips quirk up a bit. “Hypocrite, is what he is. Got mad at me for ordering for him, when I didn’t even want the goddamn filet.”
Zayn smiles, shaking his head. “Where do you find these men, Lou?”
“I have no fucking idea.”
~~~~
“Another date?” Niall huffs unbelievably.
“Indeed. Can I make a reservation for tomorrow at 6?” Louis smiles at Niall, who puts it into the system.
“Why are you doing this, Lou? Isn’t this like your third date this month?”
Louis pats Niall’s cheek gently with his hand, “I’m getting older, dear Niall. Soon enough my balls will fall off and I would love to have a nice husband before that happens.”
Niall shivers at the mention of balls falling off, but nonetheless drops the subject.
Truth be told, Louis is lonely. He’s in his 30s now, president of the company he’s worked at for almost ten years, and he has no one to go home to. His flat has been dark and cold recently.
He went on a dating website a few weeks back, got drunk on a bottle of Chardonnay, and made a profile. He doesn’t really expect anything serious from it, but even if he gets laid a few times by the same guy, it’ll be worth it.
The next night, Zayn leads him to his usual table by the window. He’s here before his date yet again, so he peruses the menu, finding entrees that he’s never seen before.
Zayn comes back to the table, date in tow.
The man is attractive. Sharp, dark eyes. Black, smooth hair. A tight suit that shows off his sculpted muscles. Louis is definitely interested.
He reaches out a hand, “I’m Louis. You must be Darren?”
Darren smiles at him, a bright smile, and sits down. “That’s me! Lovely choice of restaurant.”
Louis raises an eyebrow, “You've been here before?”
He waves his hand dismissively, though not rudely, “A couple times, when I was with my ex-wife.”
Louis hums, reading over the menu again.
A figure comes over to the table. He expects it to be Niall, but it isn’t. It’s someone new.
Someone who Louis has never seen before, but definitely wants to see again.
He has a jawline that could cut glass with soft cheeks that contradict it. His lips are full, almost perfect for pouting (Louis assumes, at least). His eyes are green, green, green . His brown hair is in a bun, a stray curl on his forehead that looks pronounced against his milky skin. Sweet mother of Jesus–
“Louis?” Darren’s voice cuts into him like a chainsaw. He shakes his head minutely, getting rid of all impure thoughts, and looks at his date. His hot date.
“Hm, sorry? What?”
“Are you ready?” When Louis continues to stare at him, he slowly clarifies, “To order?”
Finally, Louis understands. “Oh! Yes, sorry. I’ll have the shrimp linguini please, with a side of garlic bread.” He smiles at the waiter, handing him his menu. Louis didn’t even get his name, way too involved in staring at his gorgeous face. Oops.
“You okay?” Darren asks, not unkindly. His eyes are honest and open, like he genuinely cares about Louis. It’s a nice change of pace. Louis nods, and changes the subject.
Once the check is paid and on the table, Louis decides that he does like Darren, but he doesn’t think it’ll go anywhere special.
“Do you want to get out of here?” Darren smirks, and Louis understands exactly what he means.
“Sure, I just have to run to the restroom.” Just because this relationship won’t go anywhere doesn’t mean Louis can’t get some dick out of it. But, he has to do something first. He gets up and goes to the back, needing to find Zayn or Niall.
He ends up finding Zayn first, sitting in the kitchen reading a newspaper.
“The hell are you doing?” Louis asks.
Zayn startles on the wooden chair, almost knocking over his cup of coffee next to him. “Jesus, Louis.” He rubs between his eyebrows.
“Did you hire someone new?” He has to get right to the point. He has someone waiting for him, but this couldn’t have been done at any other time.
“Oh, are you talking about Harry?”
Harry .
“I have no idea. I never caught his name. Looks like a walking angel, though?” Louis looks around for him, but he must be out doing his job, unlike Zayn.
Zayn, who's back to reading the newspaper, like an old person, responds, “Yeah, that’s Harry. He was hired a week or two ago and has been in training. Tonight is his first full night, I think.”
Louis cracks his neck slowly. “I like him. He’s good.”
“I’ll let Liam know.” He mutters, not caring about the conversation anymore.
Louis flicks his forehead. “Tell Niall, wherever he is, that I went home with my date tonight. I’ll see you later.” Zayn waves his hand as a goodbye. Always so friendly.
He walks back to his flat with Darren on his arm, and a curly-haired angel in his head.
~~~~
“What happened to that other dude? That one you went home with?” Niall asks one morning, a week or so after his date with Darren.
Louis exhales, “Wasn’t that great at sex, honestly. Couldn’t really get it quite right, if you know what I mean.” He shifts on the hard barstool.
“I don’t, but that sucks. So who’s the new guy?”
He shrugs, scrolling aimlessly on his phone. “All I know is that his name is Michael.”
“You should really know more about these men before you take them home, Louis.”
Louis rolls his eyes. “That’s what the date is for,
Neil
. Now, reservation for tonight at 6pm, please.” He turns his voice saccharine sweet paired with a smile that could shake the Earth. Truly, how could Niall ever say no?
Niall grumbles something that Louis doesn’t hear as he turns to the computer. He loves Louis so much.
The evening rolls around, and Louis realizes he isn’t even excited for his date. No, he’s excited to see the new waiter again. Harry.
He makes sure to get there at least 15 minutes early. He wants to try and talk to Harry first. Forming a friendship first is crucial if he wants to get into his pants. Or, you know, get married. Po-tat-to, po-tah-to.
Zayn seats him, handing him his menu, wordlessly and walking away. How rude. Louis would swat at him if they weren’t in public. He’ll get him back later.
Harry comes over not much later, putting down two glasses of ice water. Louis looks up from his phone, smiling at him already.
“Harry, right?”
The boy looks surprised, but nods. “Um, yeah.”
“I’m Louis. I’m friends with Niall and Zayn, I’m sure they talk about me all the time.” Louis says, only half-joking.
Harry chuckles, “A few times, yeah. You’re a friend?”
“Yeah, I used to work here on weekends, but have since been in the clutches of capitalism.”
“I get it.” He sniffles once, “It was really nice meeting you.” And with that he rushes off.
Um. What?
Did Louis say something wrong? Was he rude? He goes back on their brief, very brief , conversation and can’t think of anything out of the ordinary.
His date shows up, but Louis barely pays attention, still reeling over the quick exit of Harry earlier.
He sends the date home, being honest with him. The guy took it with grace, agreeing with him and saying that they didn’t have chemistry. It only hurt a bit. Maybe he let go of The One tonight because he can’t get that damn waiter out of his head.
Louis stays in the back afterward, scrolling on his phone in the break room. Perks of one of his best friends owning the place.
Harry walks through the door, back going tense when he sees Louis. Ouch. Don’t let that wound you, Louis.
“Oh, hey.” Louis says, smiling at him.
Harry swallows, his smile strained. He goes to the fridge and grabs out a water bottle with H.S. written on it.
“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” Louis asks, not even beating around the bush. It’s hard to do something wrong when Louis hadn’t even done anything.
The other man puts the water bottle back in the fridge slowly. “No?” It comes out as a question. Reassuring.
“Are you sure?”
Harry simply nods.
Louis is about to ask another question when Niall comes in. Fucking Niall.
“What are you doing here, Lou?” Niall tilts his head, grabbing a similar water bottle to Harry’s from the fridge. They must be done closing up, then.
Louis smiles at him sheepishly, “Can I sleep at your place tonight?”
Niall looks at him with a bored face, “No. You have a giant loft. I live in a two bedroom with Zayn. You cannot sleep on the couch again.”
“What if you guys sleep at my place tonight? We could have a little sleepover?” Louis’ voice is starting to go into whining territory. He just does not want to go back to that frigid, empty place.
“Are we 12?” Niall chuckles.
Louis juts out his lip. He sees Harry in his peripherals widen his eyes just a miniscule amount and avert his eyes to the floor.
“Yeah, okay, fine. Date didn’t go well then?”
Well, he honestly has no idea. The entire time he was thinking about the man serving him his food. But he can’t tell Niall that, especially not when said man is in the room .
“No chemistry. It’s whatever. On to the next, I suppose.”
Niall makes a noise, and then leaves again.
Harry makes a go for the door, but Louis stops him.
“Harry, are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He says it dismissively and leaves Louis alone.
~~~~
“Harry doesn’t like me.” Louis says, two days later.
Niall is opening the restaurant currently, and Louis came with him because it’s his day off, and what better way to spend it than with his best friend?
“That’s not true. He’s a little shy, especially when people are attractive.”
“So he must be really talkative with you, huh?”
Louis avoids the wet rag swatted at his arm.
“Don’t worry too much about it. I’m sure he’ll warm up to you.” Niall hands him a broom. “If you’re gonna be here, can you at least help?”
Louis grumbles under his breath, but starts sweeping the floor. It’s pretty clean already, but since this is a more high scale restaurant, it has to be spotless.
The door jingles open behind them.
Niall starts his usual, “We aren’t open!” speech but it dies on his tongue, instead turning into, “Hey! Liam!’
Louis turns to the door and, yep, that’s Liam, Louis’ best friend from college and owner of the restaurant. They’ve been with each other through everything, seen each other achieve their dreams so young and climb the ladder of their respective fields.
“Hey!” Louis drops the broom, immediately going in for a hug.
Liam reciprocates, patting him on the back, “Hi, Lou.” Niall comes and hugs him next, “Hi, Ni.”
“What brings you here?” Niall asks, already starting to get back to his opening duties.
“Haven’t been here in a while, which is sad since I
own
it.” Liam looks from the broom on the ground to Louis, “Since when did you start working here again? Are you sick and tired of capitalism already?”
Louis rolls his eyes at Niall’s cackle, “Oh, come off it, Niall. I don’t work here, haven’t in years.” He picks up the broom, deciding to lean on it rather than continue cleaning. “Just thought I would hang around with Niall for the day.”
Liam looks at him skeptically, and Louis knows that he knows that he’s lying. Louis just didn’t want to spend another minute in his loft, the only sounds being the old football game and the hum of the refrigerator. He really needs to find a boyfriend.
“Sounds nice.” Liam says, taking the broom from Louis, almost causing him to fall right on his face. “But since the boss is now here, maybe I’ll make you do the payroll with me. You’re good with numbers, yeah?”
Louis follows him to the back room, “I minored in math in school. You know this.”
“Doesn’t mean you’re still good at it. With all the money you make, I figure you have no need for budgeting anymore.” Liam turns dramatically, grabbing Louis by the shoulder, “I mean, do you even do your own taxes anymore?”
Niall cackles from the dining room.
Louis rolls his eyes.
~~~~
“Harry!”
Niall’s voice is loud and clear, even from the back rooms. Louis’ back goes a little rigid. He doesn’t want to make Harry uncomfortable in his own workplace, but this is also a little bit like Louis’ second home.
Liam raises an eyebrow, “You okay?”
Louis sighs, leaning back in his chair. It’s time for a break anyway, the numbers have started to morph together in Louis’ brain.
“Zayn hired a new guy, and he’s gorgeous, but I don’t think he likes me.”
“What?” Liam crosses his arms, leaning back in his own chair as well, “Why would you think that?”
“Whenever I’ve tried to make conversation, he keeps it short and brief. I even tried to ask if I was making him uncomfortable, but it just didn’t really go anywhere.” Granted, Louis has only tried to initiate conversations a few times, but still.
Liam hums contemplatively. He’s always been the one to go to for advice on essentially anything, being wise beyond his years. It’s not like Louis could ever ask Niall or Zayn, he’d probably get a few sexual innuendos and five years cut off from his life.
“Maybe there’s a misunderstanding of some sort? Or maybe he’s already dating someone. He could be smitten with you, also.”
Louis stares blankly at him, “You just gave me three very different possibilities.”
“Yeah,” Liam shrugs. “But they’re all possible. I would say try a little harder, maybe see if he’s opening up with Niall or Zayn, and if he’s just cold toward you, give it up.”
“Really? Just give it up?”
Liam laughs, nodding his head. “Yeah, Lou. Like you said, you already think you’re making him uncomfortable, so why would you keep pursuing him? To make him even more miserable?”
Of course, Liam’s right. Even if Harry doesn’t want him as a romantic partner, Louis would still like to be friends with him. He seems like a great guy, and if Louis never gets to see him naked, that’ll be fine. Absolutely fine.
Two pairs of footsteps echo down the hallway, along with some ranchous laughter. Liam pats him on the back comfortingly just as the door swings open, Niall stepping inside with Harry behind him.
Niall smiles wide, “Harry, you already know Louis.” Harry tries to smile, but it ends up looking more like a grimace. Great, that makes Louis feel just fantastic. “And this is Liam.”
Liam gets up and holds out his hand, Harry shaking it with a kind smile on his face. Louis notices a slight indent in his cheek and oh dear lord he has dimples . The kid has dimples. Fuck. Louis is absolutely screwed.
“Hey! Nice to meet you. Louis told me we had a new hire. Glad to have you on the team.”
Harry murmurs something, probably a standard introverted response to Liam’s overall bubbly personality. It can be a little intimidating sometimes, but you get used to him,
“When do you guys open?” Louis checks his watch, it’s just after three.
“Four-thirty. We aren’t open for lunch Wednesday’s, you know this.” Niall puts a friendly arm around Harry’s shoulders.
Louis rolls his eyes, “You act as if I own the place.”
“Well, you are here more times than your actual job.” Niall raises a pointed eyebrow.
“Wait, you aren’t the owner?” Harry blurts out, his cheeks immediately pinking when all three pairs of eyes stare at him. Louis sees something flash in Niall’s eyes, but it’s gone before he can comment. Plus, he’s too busy wondering why Harry thought he was the boss .
“Um, no?”
Liam chuckles, “The boss would be me, actually.”
Harry’s mouth parts, eyes wide. It’s another three seconds of pure silence before he buries his head in his hands, groaning slightly. Niall laughs, swaying the other man into his side.
“Oh, dear Harold. You truly are something, aren’t you?”
Wait, so Harry thought he was the boss this whole time? Is that why he’s been acting weird?
Liam exhales. He glances at Louis once before clapping his hands together. “Niall, can I speak with you out in the front, please?”
Niall’s eyes are sparkling, caught up with Liam’s plan instantly. “Of course, bossman.”
The two men leave, but not without Niall making a funny face and Liam pulling him along, hiding his own laughter. Louis stares at a very, very embarrassed Harry.
“Why would you think I’m the boss?” Louis just has to ask. Does he give off boss vibes?
Harry scratches the back of his neck, moving his long hair out of the way. Holy shit, it’s long , how has Louis not noticed before? Christ. It’s incredibly hot.
“You just have a great relationship with Niall and Zayn. You seem to have free reign of the back rooms and everything. Not to mention your whole,” he waves his hand in the general direction of Louis, in his gray sweatpants and white Black Sabbath t-shirt, “you know.”
“My whole,” he makes the same movement toward himself that Harry had, “what?”
Somehow, Harry’s cheeks get even darker. He looks so pretty, fuck.
“You give off a boss-type vibe. Like you get shit done and don’t take no for an answer, type thing. All confident and…” Harry crosses his arms, scrunching up his nose as he trails off.
Louis’ cock definitely doesn’t stir in his pants. It doesn’t.
Okay, maybe it does a little. But when this sinful, beautiful man is telling him that he essentially gives off dominant vibes, it’s difficult not to get hard. There’s so many scenarios running through his head and all of them end with Harry breathless, sweat-sheened, and his entire body blushing.
“Well, I can assure you, I’m not the boss here .” Louis wiggles his eyebrows once. Harry inhales sharply and looks down. Oh goodie, Louis got him a little flustered. “I’m just best friends with Liam, and Niall, and Zayn. And I used to work here when I needed some extra cash.”
Harry sighs, his cheeks starting to return to his normal shade. Damn. “So I’ve made a fool of myself for nothing.”
Louis laughs, glad that some of the awkwardness has left the room. “You haven’t made a fool of yourself. I honestly thought I had made you uncomfortable for a bit there.”
“No!” Harry almost shouts, his cheeks pinkening once again as he lowers his voice. “You never did. I just thought you were the boss, and I didn’t want you to be seen, like, fraternizing with one of the lowly waiters.”
Lowly waiters . Oh, come on now.
“Harry,” Louis stands, making his way over to the man. His fingers desperately want to reach out, comfort Harry in any way possible, but he keeps his hands in his pockets. “You are not just a lowly waiter. You are, honestly, one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen.”
Harry’s cherry red lips pop open, eyes wide as he stares at Louis.
“Plus,” Louis takes another step, body thrumming with how close he is to Harry, “if I was the boss, and happened to be caught fraternizing with one of my workers, I would definitely want it to be you.” He smirks, winking once at Harry, before shuffling around him and walking out the door.
He stays until the restaurant opens, and Harry doesn’t come out from the back room until five minutes before. Louis notices that his cheeks still contain a bit of color, lips bitten red.
This is going to be more interesting than Louis thought.
~~~~
Truth be told, Louis really doesn’t want to go on another date. Not after the way Harry became flustered with a bit of flirty, dominating banter. Louis knew that he was gorgeous, but seeing his cheeks blush and green eyes blown, even just the tiniest bit, made Louis want to devour him in that room.
But, he wants to play a little harder.
So Louis is sitting at his usual table, the restaurant around him bustling like usual. Harry is rushing around, tending to each of his tables with a kind smile. Louis is most definitely staring.
Until the chair across from him slides on the floor, and his attention is stolen away from Harry’s thighs in his tight jeans.
The man sitting across from him is, well, he’s unattractive. Louis has this moral code that no one is truly ugly; that looks are subjective. But when he’s in the same room as a walking ethereal-looking human, it’s difficult to compare.
“Hi! Louis, right?” He has an accent that isn’t English. Maybe Australian of some sort?
Louis musters up a smile. He should be used to these dates by now and the fake smiles that come with them. “Correct. You’re Greg?”
The man smiles, his too-white teeth blinding in the dim lighting, “That’s me! Lovely place you chose. Never been here.”
The accent is starting to sound more like a southern US one. Louis isn’t really sure if he likes it or not.
“Thanks, it’s one of my favorites. Few of my friends work here.”
Greg nods his head, eyes focused on the menu. Eh, whatever. Louis already knows what he wants. It just arrived at the table, actually.
“Welcome!” Harry’s eyes flick over to Louis for a split second before settling on Greg. “How are you both tonight?”
Louis smiles at Harry, who is still not staring at him. “Wonderful, how are you?”
Harry, finally, looks at him, eyes boring into Louis. It’s a little intimidating, but Louis isn’t one to back down from a little staring contest. He gazes back, raises his eyebrows just the tiniest amount. Louis sees Harry’s Adam’s apple bob once, his smile never breaking.
“I’m good tonight. Would you like to get started with some drinks? Or are you ready to order?”
“I’ll start with a beer, whatever you have is fine.” Louis waves his hand, shifting his eyes from Harry to his date. “And I’ll be ready to order whenever Greg is.”
Greg looks up sheepishly, though to Louis it reminds him of a grimace. “Sorry, the menu is pretty big. I’ll just do a rootbeer. Driving home tonight.” He chuckles, Harry fake-laughing along with him as he fiddles with his notepad.
“Great, I’ll be back soon.” Harry floats off to another table, Louis slyly watching him leave. Fuck , Harry really has a fantastic ass. Louis’ noticed it before, how could he not, but it’s rare for him to get to freely stare.
“What are you getting?” Greg’s voice brings him out of his ogling. He sits up and clears his throat.
“The filet. It’s fantastic here. But, please, don’t get something just because I like it.”
Greg scratches at his jawline, “I’m thinking of pasta of some sort. Trying to cut back on how much meat I consume.” He chuckles again, “Hate thinking of the dying cows and chickens and whatnot.”
Louis strains a smile. Yeah, he doesn’t like thinking about that either, but he didn’t have to outright say it . “I get it. I think they have some delicious pasta dishes. Maybe pesto or something? And we could get garlic bread to share?” Louis really has this menu memorized. It definitely helps when Liam gets mad and asks Louis to work with the chefs to make new entrees, though.
Greg seems to mull it over, head swaying back and forth as he reads the menu. Louis takes this time to find Harry. It’s a bit insane how fast Louis has become practically obsessed with him, but there’s so many different scenes going through Louis’ head that it’s hard not to be.
“Pasta and garlic bread sound great!” Greg closes the menu book, placing it gently on the table. “So what do you do for a job?”
“Oh, I work for a marketing firm a few blocks from here.” Louis does not like thinking about his job. It’s just something he does, not something he enjoys. Yes, he’s made lots of money with it, and he wouldn’t really change that aspect, but still, there’s moments he wishes he chose something else.
Harry, his savior, comes back and places the two drinks on the table. He then takes their orders, before leaving yet again. Louis sighs as he watches his back disappear through the door to the kitchen.
This date is supposed to be about making Harry jealous, Louis has to remember that. He needs to play up his flirting a lot . No more ogling at Harry. Not yet, at least.
When Harry brings them their food, Louis reaches across the table, grabbing Greg’s hand, which is rather clammy. He closely watches Harry’s eyes track his movement, and he quickly leaves once he makes sure that both men are content. Right when Harry is out of their vicinity, Louis lets go of Greg’s hand.
Greg chats excitedly, Louis speaking up every now and then. Greg isn’t really talking about anything Louis wants to talk about, which would be fine on any other date, but when he wants to make Harry jealous, it’s extremely difficult to look interested.
After they split the bill and stand, getting ready to leave, Louis makes sure to make eye contact with Harry before pecking Greg on the lips, just once. That’s kind of all he can take. When he looks back, Harry’s eyes are boring into him, and he storms off.
“This was a nice night.” Greg says, a slight blush on his cheeks. “Would you want to do it again sometime?”
Here comes the hard part. “Sorry, I didn’t really feel much romantic chemistry.” He grabs his coat off the back of his chair (which isn’t even his, but he forgot his at his house. Everyone say thank you, Niall).
He bids a sad Greg goodnight, and dashes off to the back rooms. Thankfully, he managed to distract Greg long enough that the restaurant is completely empty, well past it’s closing time. Perfect.
“Niall!” Play it cool, Louis .
“Niall’s in the kitchen.” Harry’s voice says from the small break room.
Wait, shit. He thought Niall left early today. There goes Louis’ plan.
Louis leans against the doorway. Harry is against the counter, arms crossed defensively in front of him.
“You okay?”
Harry audibly inhales and exhales, “Not feeling well.”
Ugh, Louis wanted to make him all flustered, but knowing that Niall could burst in through the door at any minute is a huge turn off.
Louis hums, wondering if him kissing Greg has anything to do with his foul mood. He takes a step into the room. “Are you closing tonight?”
“Um,” Harry sniffs once, glancing up at Louis before turning around, reaching up to grab a dishcloth. “Yeah, with Niall.”
“Why don’t you go home? I’ll help Niall.” Louis had no intention of helping Harry close when he originally entered the back room. But if Harry truly does feel bad, Louis doesn’t want him to continue working.
Harry shakes his head, “No, I got it. You can go home.”
Louis is quick to grab the rag that Harry was about to pick up. “Nope. Go home, take a shower, go to sleep.” Harry stares at him, Louis doesn’t back down. “I’m serious.” He chuckles, swatting Harry lightly with the rag.
After a brief staring contest, Harry submits. That was rather easy. Louis watches as he starts to pack up his stuff, definitely doesn’t stare at his waist.
He quickly averts his eyes when Harry stands straight, giving Louis a strained smile. “Thank you.”
Louis nods, as if this is something he does normally. God, Niall is never going to let this go.
“Of course, Harry. I hope you feel better soon.”
Harry leaves without another word, sending another glance at Louis before the bell above the door rings.
Niall comes out of the kitchen, whistling as he always does. “Lou? Why are you here?”
Louis turns, heaving out a sigh. “This is never going to happen again.” And then he turns, entering the dining room to start on the closing duties. Niall’s whistle seems to be jollier with a hint of smug as the night continues.
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The next date is, of course, someone who Louis actually gets along with.
Sam is a graphic designer that works for different sportswear companies. They have two dogs, a boston terrier and a great dane, which caused Louis to have a massive laugh when Sam showed him pictures of the two.
Louis thinks that this is the best date he’s had in a while, or maybe ever.
But there’s still a problem.
Harry was their waiter tonight, and he’s been avoiding the table like a plague. Each time Louis feels eyes on him, he glances up and notices Harry almost scowling at him. It makes his stomach a mix of butterflies (for Harry) and guilt (for Sam). He knows that he’s going to have to let Sam down gently because Louis just wants one person currently.
Once there’s a lull in the conversation, Louis clears his throat. “Okay, listen.” He reaches over the table, taking Sam’s hand in a loose hold. “I’m really-”
“Here’s your check.” Harry’s voice says, practically slamming the check on the table. Louis raises his eyebrows in surprise, hand still grasping Sam’s. Without another word, Harry takes both plates (Louis wasn’t done, but whatever) and leaves.
Louis chuckles with little humor. He’s going to pay for that later.
Sam smiles, though it’s strained. “What were you going to say?” There’s a few stars in their eyes it seems. This is going to be difficult.
“Right.” Louis takes out his wallet. If he’s going to bail on his date, he might as well pay. “I think we have great chemistry, but I’m not sure we get along…romantically.” There were probably other ways to word it, but that does the job.
The way Sam’s face drops will stay engraved in Louis’ brain for a while. He really hates having to let them down, but Louis wasn’t expecting the date to go this great. If it was any other date, and if there wasn’t a curly headed, green-eyed man in the backroom, Louis would definitely take Sam home.
“Oh.” Sam mumbles. “I thought we were getting along well.”
Louis smiles, placing the check back on the table. He takes Sam’s hand again, though this time Sam flinches. That’s fine, it’s well within their right.
“We were. But I’m just not sure if we’re set up for the long term.”
“You could tell all that by a first date?” Sam raises their eyebrows incredulously.
“I mean–”
Harry takes that moment to come back, grabbing the check off the table with a mumbled “I’ll bring this right back.”
“It’s whatever. You can just tell me you didn’t like me.” Sam says, starting to put on their jacket. In Louis’ opinion, it’s a little warm for that, but who cares.
“No! I did like you, I’m just–”
Sam stands, face angry. “Not looking for a relationship? Why would you even come on this date if–”
Louis doesn’t think when he grabs Sam’s face, kissing them right on the mouth. It’s a subpar kiss, nothing to write home about, but it shuts Sam up for the time being.
“We can go on another date.” Louis whispers, pecking their lips once more before putting more distance between them.
That seemed to satisfy Sam, and with a promise to text, they leave.
Letting out a huge breath, Louis turns around, noticing most of the restaurant has cleared out. Jeez, maybe he and Sam were talking for longer than he thought.
Harry comes out of the back door, making a beeline for Louis. He hands him the check, and with a hard glare, says, “Have a nice night.”
Yeah, no, that isn’t going to do. Louis pockets his credit card, dropping the checkbook on his way to the backroom.
“Harry?”
Zayn comes out of the break room, smiling when he sees Louis. “Hey, Lou. What’s up?”
“Fine, just sent a date home. Can you tell me where Harry is?” He’s getting right down to business.
“I think he went back to the kitchen to do some closing stuff. I’m leaving now.” Zayn puts a gentle hand on Louis’ shoulder, “Please don’t do anything dumb.”
Louis rolls his eyes, but nonetheless agrees.
Zayn leaves, and Louis goes to the kitchen.
Harry is there, scrubbing at the metal countertop as if it’s personally offended him. He has a crease between his brow, his mouth set in a firm downward curve. Louis thinks he looks pretty adorable.
Clearing his throat, Louis leanings against the wall, arms crossed. Harry doesn’t acknowledge him, continuing on with his duties.
“Harry, calm down. The counter isn’t going to fight back.”
Harry stops, sighing and throwing the rag on the counter. “Go home, Louis. Don’t want your date waiting up.”
“I’m not going home with them.” Louis says, matter-of-factly.
“I don’t care.” Harry mumbles, back still turned to Louis.
Louis pouts. How does he get Harry to that embarrassed state he was in the other day. “What if you came home with me?”
Harry stiffens. There we go .
“That would be inappropriate.” Harry’s voice is wavering, his back still turned away from Louis.
Louis takes another step closer, only a few paces away from Harry now. “Can I ask you a question, Harry?”
“Um.”
That’s a yes in Louis’ eyes. “Why were you so rude tonight, Harry?”
Harry clears his throat, “Not feeling great, still.”
Louis gets closer, able to feel the warmth of Harry’s body heat now. “Really?” Harry shakes his head, not saying anything. “Can you turn around, Harry?”
“I don’t think I should.” Harry grabs the rag yet again, as if he’s about to start cleaning again. No closing duties will be done tonight, and Zayn might get mad at them tomorrow morning, but it’s fine.
He smirks to himself, placing a gentle hand on Harry’s waist. While he does want Harry, consent is extremely important. If Harry really doesn’t want this, he has complete freedom to turn Louis down.
To Louis’ enjoyment, Harry doesn’t move away, but practically melts into Louis’ grip. All of Louis’ previous ideas are out the window, he wants Harry now .
“You want to know what I think?” Louis breathes onto his neck, eyes trained on the soft skin that disappears under his black work shirt. It’s going to look beautiful all covered in red love bites.
Louis leans in, brushing his lips against the nape of Harry’s neck. Harry shivers in his loose grip, the cloth dropping from his hands.
“I think you were jealous .”
Harry swallows, shaking his head.
“You don’t think so?” Harry doesn’t say anything, Louis snickers. “I think you’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
Louis presses his nose to the hinge of Harry’s jaw, taking in a small whiff of his cologne. It’s not a strong smell, but it’s enough to make Louis want more of it. “Why were you so rude tonight then?”
“Because I can’t keep seeing you with those guys.”
Harry says it so quietly that Louis isn’t sure he’s heard correctly. But with the way Harry drops his head down, he’s sure he’s heard it right. Louis turns Harry himself, though the other man still doesn’t look up from the ground.
“Look at me.” Louis’ voice deepens by a miniscule amount, but it’s enough to affect Harry, who looks up immediately, seeming to submit. Oh lord . “Why can’t you see me with others?”
His throat shifts as he swallows. Louis trails a hand from Harry’s waist to his abs, and then his chest, and up to his neck, wrapping loosely. “Tell me,” Louis whispers, faces so close that Harry is just a blur. He’s still able to see the way his pupils dilate.
“I want you.” Harry breathes out when Louis tightens his hand the slightest amount. God, Louis is so fucking hard right now.
Without waiting another second, Louis connects their lips, swallowing the quiet moan Harry lets out. Louis decides that Harry’s lips are sinful , the way they fall prey to Louis’.
Louis moves forward, their bodies touching from knees to abs, their clothed cocks brushing over each other. Both men moan at different pitches. Louis pushes Harry gently against the counter, using it as leverage to take the kiss up another notch. He bites at Harry’s bottom lip before thrusting his tongue inside, tasting Harry for all he’s worth.
Harry whines into his mouth, hips bucking up involuntary. There’s a massive bulge rubbing against Louis’ hip, and he needs it .
“Harry,” Louis pants, disconnecting them to get some air. Plus, he knows nothing else is going to be able to happen, at least not here. “As much as Liam loves me, I don’t think he wants me defiling his kitchen with the new waiter.”
That causes Harry to giggle, a little delightful sound that makes Louis smile. He swipes his thumb over Harry’s bottom lip, gathering leftover saliva. Harry, ever so sinful, sucks the thumb into his mouth.
“God, you’re going to be insatiable now, aren’t you?”
Harry shrugs, cheeks pink and dimples showing. Louis is so fucking screwed.
In the end, Louis actually does end up helping Harry with cleaning up. It reminds him of the old days when he used to work here, and he jokingly thinks about texting Liam and asking for a paycheck, but then remembers how much he makes a week, and quickly dismisses the idea.
After the last chair is put up on the table, the tension from before is back. Louis stares at Harry, smirking at him.
“Mine or yours?”
Harry takes off his apron, balling it up in his hands. “Considering I have roommates, let's go to your place. Assuming you don’t have roommates…?” He raises an eyebrow, taking in Louis’ expensive, tailored suit.
Louis reaches for Harry’s hand, smiling when Harry takes it. “Correct. I live in a cold, empty palace, so be warned. But it is roommate-less.”
“Great. Want to be able to scream in there with no one around to hear.” Harry says, completely nonchalant. Jeez, where did that shy, flustered boy go?
As discreetly as possible, he fixes his rapidly growing hard-on in his jeans. The pictures going through his mind are obscene and Louis has never wanted anything more than to recreate them.
“Come on, I have a car.”
Harry mockingly scoffs, “Well, well. Aren’t we posh?”
Louis rolls his eyes good-naturedly, “Oi, none of that.” He clicks the keys and his car revs to life. He loves the remote starter.
“It’s about a fifteen minute drive, but the roads shouldn’t be too busy at this time of the night.” Louis checks the road before pulling out, resisting the urge to just stare at Harry in the sparkling city lights.
They’re quiet for the first three minutes, and then Harry sighs. “I’m bored.”
“We’re literally going to have sex right now.”
“Right now, you say?” There’s a bit of mischief in Harry’s voice that makes Louis’ cock stir again . Then, there’s a hand on his thigh, extremely close to his growing bulge.
“Harry…” Louis can’t say he hasn’t thought of it, but he never would’ve asked. But now that he’s being offered , how could he say no?
Harry licks his lips in Louis’ peripherals, “What, Louis? You don’t want road head?” He unbuckles his seatbelt, the car setting off a quiet dinging noise.
Louis curses under his breath, stopping at a red light and shimmying his pants down to mid-thigh, cock hard under his briefs. Harry leans over the console, hot breath on his dick. With careful hands and impeccable balance, he takes Louis’ cock out, whimpering at the sight.
They’re getting into the busier part of the drive, crossing over from downtown into the touristy section, before they end up in the rich part of the city. There’s cars on either side of him, and they’re completely oblivious to what the fuck is happening right now. Louis thanks the dealership for selling him on the tinted windows.
Harry leans down, licking once at the head before taking it in his mouth. Louis closes his eyes for a second in pure euphoria, burying one hand in Harry’s long curls. He needs to pay attention to the road so they both don’t crash and die.
Though, it gets increasingly more difficult to pay attention to the road when Harry takes him further into his mouth, almost to the base. He swallows around his length, and Louis slams a fist into the outer part of the wheel.
“We’re almost there.” Louis says, turning down the road where his apartment is located. The roads are quieter again, the risk of being caught much less. Harry hums around his cock, his hand fondling Louis’ balls as he licks the underside of Louis’ dick.
It’s official, Harry is fantastic at giving head.
“You’re gonna be punished for this.” Louis groans when Harry comes back up, suckling harshly at the tip. He uses his hand to stroke the rest of his cock, bringing Louis closer and closer to the edge. Louis knows that if he comes, he will definitely not be able to continue driving.
“Give me two minutes, fuck , Harry.” Louis can see the parking garage for his complex coming up. He just needs to get into a space and then he can let loose. Fuck, he needs to unravel Harry in his bed, make him disheveled for acting so naughty.
Harry licks up the underside of his cock, jostling when Louis jerkily parks in a spot, quickly putting it into park and melting back into the seat. Louis no longer has to pay attention to anything except for Harry’s warm mouth.
“Shit, Harry, I’m close, fuck .” Louis yanks on Harry’s hair as he goes to deepthroat him again, pulling him off harshly. A line of saliva connects Harry’s bottom lip to the head of Louis’ cock, and Louis has no choice but to smash their lips together. Harry whimpers into his mouth, Louis swallowing it greedily.
Louis hauls Harry over the middle console, one of Harry’s giraffe legs setting off the horn, the loud sound echoing off the concrete walls. They both laugh, Harry straddling Louis’ thighs the best he can in the confined space.
“Do you have anything in here?” Harry asks, licking a stripe down Louis’ neck.
Louis’ hands dig into Harry’s hips at the feeling of his tongue on his throat. Fuck, he needs to get Harry upstairs now .
“No,” Louis shakes his head, tilting Harry’s chin up and kissing him, somewhat chastely for the position they’re in. “We should go upstairs. Got a giant king size bed with everything we could possibly need.”
Harry grins, green eyes full of mischief. Louis gets distracted yet again by Harry’s beauty, and there’s no way he can resist pecking those full red lips.
Five minutes later, they get out of the car rather unsteadily. Harry’s hair is a mess, lips slick with spit and Louis giggles when he almost falls over. Louis makes sure his car is locked, and then grabs Harry’s hand, making his way to the elevator.
Because Louis is rich, he has the entire floor to himself, and the elevator takes him right to his front door. He can feel Harry thrumming with energy behind him as he wiggles the key into the door.
He’s fully unprepared for Harry to attack him in the foyer, lips and teeth making contact with Louis’ neck. Louis moans, back hitting the wall and shaking a few paintings that came with the place.
Louis feels powerless right now, which is the exact opposite of what he wants with Harry. He can’t be the one to cower under Harry’s touches, not after everything Louis has done to even get him here.
So, in a moment of haste, Louis grabs Harry by the waist, spinning them around and slamming Harry against the wall. This causes the man to let out a quiet whine, immediately falling compliant to Louis’ touches.
“Here’s how this is gonna go,” Louis’ voice is deeper than he’s ever heard it, almost mirroring a growl of some sort. He’s pretty impressed with himself. “You are going to do what I say, speak when spoken to, and you will not come unless I tell you.” He cards his fingers gently through Harry’s hair, contradicting the caging position he has him in. “Got that?”
Harry audibly swallows, eyes hooded, “Yes, Daddy.”
Fucking hell , that endearment went straight to Louis’ cock. He really feels like one touch on his dick and he’ll come. The things Harry does to him.
Louis makes a deep noise in his throat, kissing Harry deeply. He guides them toward his bedroom, making sure not to run into anything on the way. Harry is incredibly reactive, little sounds coming with each lick into his mouth from Louis. Fuck, Louis wants to keep him forever.
Once they get to the master bedroom, Louis pushes Harry onto the bed, watching as Harry’s eyes flit down Louis’ body. It makes him feel even more powerful, feeling Harry’s eyes on him as he walks to his closet. He rummages around in there, pulling out an old silk tie he no longer wears.
He re-enters the room, seeing that Harry has taken it upon himself to strip, but Louis really can’t be too mad because he’s wearing fucking panties . They hug his huge cock, the leaking tip peeking out over the waistband.
“Well, look at you.” Louis says, flicking on a lightswitch near the door that fills the room in a dim, warm light. The fire in Harry’s eyes burns even brighter. “All pretty for me, aren’t you?”
Harry whines, nodding his head.
“I should punish you for not listening to Daddy,” Even the nickname coming out of his own mouth makes him horny. Harry’s eyes sag a bit, Louis sighs. “But I won’t because you’re just so gorgeous in those panties. Though, I may have another idea.”
Harry doesn’t move, waiting for Louis’ instruction. It’s really hard to get a read on Harry sometimes. He had been so shy those first few interactions, and then so bold in the car, and now he’s completely submissive, at Louis’ mercy.
“Move up on the bed, hands above your head, wrists crossed.” Louis orders, threading the tie through his fingers. Harry’s eyes are laser-focused on Louis’ deft fingers as he shifts up the bed, crossing his wrists near the headboard.
Fuck, Harry looks absolutely gorgeous right now, arms stretched above his head, biceps bulging and waist narrow. There’s a faint hint of abs as his stomach shifts with his breathing, and Louis wants to come on him.
Getting back down to business, Louis straddles Harry’s waist, making sure not to touch him that much, and loops the tie around Harry’s wrists, wrapping it once through the middle and gently pushing his hands down onto the pillow. It’s a silent but firm command that Harry seems to understand. He focuses his attention back on Harry’s face, his eyes glassy and lips cherry red as he stares up at Louis.
“You okay?” As much as Louis is loving this, he knows it’s incredibly important to check in every now and then. While he doesn’t know much about the whole Dom/Sub relationship, he knows enough.
Harry nods, the quietest whine coming from his lips. The sound goes straight to Louis’ cock, making him a little dizzy. Christ, Harry is really going to be the death of him.
Louis gets off the bed, stripping himself of his clothes quickly, before searching through his nightstand for a few condoms and lube. He isn’t sure how many times either of them will be able to go, but he wants this night to last.
“What should I do with you, hm?” Louis ponders aloud, climbing back up on the bed, throwing one leg over Harry and taking a seat on his stomach. Harry’s eyes never stray from Louis.
“Maybe,” Louis leans down, planting a small kiss on Harry’s sternum, “I’ll just leave you like this.” A pitiful sound falls from Harry’s mouth, and Louis has to resist a smirk. “You just look so pretty, darling, in nothing but panties and hands binded with my tie.”
Of course, they both know that Louis wouldn’t just leave him there. It’s not as if he can just ignore his hard cock that’s dripping onto Harry’s stomach. But there’s still that implied message, that Harry is completely at Louis’ mercy.
Thing is, Louis has no idea where he wants to start. Does he tease Harry’s nipples with his tongue? Should he give him love bites that will be very difficult to hide? Or maybe he’ll just get straight down to business and fuck Harry hard and rough. Or, maybe he’ll ride him until Harry is whining to come.
Louis must take too long dreaming up different scenarios, because Harry squirms beneath him, muttering incomprehensible words. That mouth. He has to get that mouth under control.
He shuffles down Harry’s body, leaving little kisses as he makes his journey. He reaches Harry’s clothed cock, enjoying the little puddle of precome he’s created. Placing a gentle hand on Harry’s dick, he squeezes once, feeling it twitch in his hand. Shit .
Harry, being the good boy he is, stays quiet and lets Louis do his thing, but with a quick glance up, Louis sees him biting on his bottom lip. He looks back down at the white panties, the front nearly soaked, and he gets an idea.
“Pretty little cock you have, baby.” Louis says, ever so slowly stroking his cock over the fabric, watching as more pearls of precome dribble out. “Why don’t we take off these panties?”
Without waiting for an answer (since he really wasn’t looking for one), he brings the panties down Harry’s endless legs, his cock immediately curving upward. Louis smiles, straddling Harry’s thighs as he gathers the precome at the base of Harry’s cock on the panties.
He moves up, knees at Harry’s chest as he holds the panties over Harry’s face.
“Open, please.” Louis says, watching Harry’s eyes go from Louis’ face to the panties. Harry opens his mouth at Louis’ command.
Muttering a “good boy,” Louis shoves the panties into Harry’s waiting mouth, a muffled moan coming from the bound man as he tastes himself on his tongue. Louis leans back after making sure it’s fully inside, but not too far, and admires his work.
Fuck . It’s almost as if Harry was made to be gagged, especially on his own wet panties. There’s no reason for him to look this beautiful while also being the most sinful thing Louis has ever laid eyes on.
“Keep that there, baby.” Louis pats Harry’s ballooned cheek, the man leaning into the touch slightly. God, fuck, Jesus Christ .
He goes back down to straddling Harry’s hips, wondering what he’s going to do next. While he does like the control, it can be a little daunting having this gorgeous man tied up and gagged below him, staring at him with lust-blown eyes. Not that he would trade this scenario for anything else he had planned tonight (which was watching TV and jerking off on the couch).
Harry’s cock is slippery from precome as Louis grinds backwards, his cock rubbing against Harry’s stomach. A soft moan falls from his mouth at the slightest bit of friction. He places his hands on Harry’s pecs, thumbs brushing over his pebbled nipples, causing Harry to arch his back. Louis cocks an eyebrow.
“Sensitive?” He asks, his fingers moving over the nipples. Harry reacts similarly, chest tightening and a groan trying to get past the panties. Louis’ eyes light up with this newfound information.
He leans down, curving his back more than usual, and points his tongue out, licking at Harry’s left nipple, reveling in the desperate moan Harry releases. His fingers pinch at his right nipple as he bites at the other one.
His fingers move down, and he notices another small bump. He sits up, eyebrows furrowed as he sees a tiny brown spot on Harry’s stomach. “What’s this?”
There’s an incomprehensible sound from Harry, most likely words that aren’t able to come out. Louis scrapes a nail against the small bump, seeing it give the same reaction as his nipples. Holy shit .
“Do you have an extra nipple?”
Harry nods, and holds up two fingers. Louis searches the stomach, finding another little bump. “You have two extra nipples?” Harry nods again, a blush creeping up his neck.
Louis shakes his head, letting out a surprise laugh. This just keeps getting better.
“You are unbelievable.” Louis whispers, leaning down and going between the four nipples, licking and sucking and biting. Harry is squirming under him, but he doesn’t move his hands from above his head.
He shifts down some, his ass meeting Harry’s cock. Louis truly has no idea if he wants to fuck or be fucked tonight. The multiple condoms on the bed beside him imply that both options are possible.
As much as Louis wants to drag this out, he also really wants to come, and he wants to make Harry come.
Louis shuffles down Harry’s body, leaving a few kisses here and there, until Harry’s cock bumps into his chin. He smirks, wrapping a hand around his cock, making sure Harry is keeping eye contact with him, watching him closely.
“Look at this cock,” Louis pumps it once, slowly. Harry’s eyes roll back in his head just from that. Oh, this is going to be fun. “You’re dripping for me, baby.”
A whine comes from Harry, his hips bucking up the smallest amount. Louis steadies them with a firm hand on his love handle. “Don’t be greedy, you’ll get to come.”
Harry seems to be somewhat placated by this, his throat working as he swallows around the panties.
Louis licks at the wet tip, tasting the salty precome. He groans, quickly taking the head in his mouth and sucking harshly before going down further. Harry is huge , and Louis is honestly impressed with himself that he’s able to take most of him. It’s been a while since he’s sucked a cock, and Harry is a welcome weight on his tongue.
Without looking, Louis searches for the lube on the bed, finding it and ripping it open. He continues to suck on Harry’s cock, enjoying the quiet moans from the other man.
Lubing up a finger, he slips it between Harry’s cheeks, circling Harry’s rim. He enters his finger, feeling Harry’s cock twitch in his mouth, threatening to release. All from one finger.
Louis continues to slowly thrust in his finger, mainly just using his mouth as a cockwarmer for Harry, who has been a very good boy with minimal hip movements. While Louis does love his eagerness, he’s in control.
Deciding not to give a warning, Louis gives Harry another finger, scissoring them gently as he feels Harry clench around them. He searches for that spot that’ll make Harry shiver, crumble under his fingertips.
When he finds it, he smirks the best he can with Harry’s cock still in his mouth, his jaw aching slightly. Harry keens, body arching beautifully as Louis continues to nudge his prostate with delicate fingers.
There’s noises coming from Harry, and as gorgeous as he looks with panties in his mouth, Louis desperately wants to hear him beg and moan. He pulls his fingers out of Harry and takes his mouth off his cock, stretching his jaw as he crawls up the bed to pull the panties out.
The panties are soaked, which is no surprise to anyone, and Harry already looks sufficiently fucked out, eyes dazed and lips shiny.
“What do you want, baby?” Louis kisses at the junction of Harry’s jaw, coaxing a loud moan out of him. “Use your words, baby, come on.” He gently demands.
“Your cock,” Harry whispers, voice airy, “fuck me, Daddy, please.”
And with Harry looking so pretty for him, he would be an idiot to decline such a request.
“Let me stretch you out a bit more.” Louis says, chuckling when Harry lets out a disappointed whine, the muscles in his arms bulging. “You’ll get fucked, don’t worry, just don’t want to hurt you that bad.”
Harry’s words turn to small whimpers and groans as Louis starts to finger him again, this time thrusting in three and wiggling them around. He sucks a bruise into Harry’s hip, right under the absolutely sinful laurel leaf decorating there.
“Daddy,” Harry whines after a harsh prod to his prostate, “please, so ready, please .” His whimpering becomes nonsensical quickly after that, and with one last press of his fingers, he pulls them out.
He grabs a condom from beside Harry, ripping it open and rolling it onto his hard cock. He can feel Harry’s lustful gaze on him as he lubes himself up, a small moan leaving his lips at the slightest amount of friction. Fuck, he’s going to be inside Harry soon, how is he meant to last?
Going back between Harry’s legs, he throws them over his shoulder, leaning forward and almost bending Harry in half. He watches Harry’s face for any signs of discomfort, and when he sees none, he smiles, kissing Harry deeply. Harry kisses back with as much, maybe even more eagerness.
Louis’ cock is nuzzled between Harry’s cheeks, rubbing against his hole but never catching his rim. After another swallowed moan from Harry, Louis reaches between them, lining up his cock and pushing forward.
The noise that Harry lets out when Louis’ cock pops past his rim will echo inside Louis’ brain forever. Louis keeps pushing, though, despite the fireworks going off whenever his eyes flutter shut.
Harry babbles as Louis bottoms out, lips brushing against Louis’ cheek.
“Are you okay?” Louis whispers, demeanor softening. Harry nods, moaning out a yes and that’s all Louis needs. “Be a good boy for me. You aren’t allowed to come until I say.”
He pulls out almost all the way, leaving just the tip inside before slamming back in, shifting Harry up on the bed with the amount of force. Harry yelps, fingers clawing at the headboard as he tries to grasp for purchase.
For the most part, Louis keeps a steady rhythm. Every so often, there’s some thrusts he puts power behind, hoping Harry cries out, needing to hear his quiet begs.
Harry clenches around him, mouth open in a silent moan, when the tip of Louis’ cock brushes over his prostate.
Louis takes a moment, hips flush against Harry’s, to just admire him. The way his lips are bitten and glossy with saliva, his cheeks a deep red flush. Sweat glistens on his skin, over the dark ink in the middle of his abdomen. His abs flex with every subtle movement Louis makes. His waist is going to be bruised with how hard Louis is holding him still, able to feel every shaky breath he inhales and exhales.
“Shit,” Louis breathes out, kicking back into action, driving into Harry hard and fast. Harry’s moans come out loud, eyes tightly shut as Louis uses him.
“Come, Daddy, please.” Harry begs, clenching his hole for extra emphasis. Louis’ eyes roll back into his head as he sees stars, hips jaggedly continuing their pace until he pushes in fully, emptying into the condom.
Harry lets a satisfied moan fall from his lips as he’s filled, and he’s so tight around Louis, milking him for all he’s worth. Louis waits until the last burst of come before squeezing Harry’s waist, sliding out slowly.
Harry wastes no time in begging for his release, “Please, Daddy, been so good, need to come.” He babbles along, a few tears ever falling from his eyes.
Taking pity on him, Louis wraps a hand around his cock and hovers above Harry. He gives him an open-mouthed kiss, Harry too out of it to kiss back, and whispers, “Come for me, darling.”
Harry cries out when Louis strokes his cock once, white ropes of come spurting from his dick. Louis watches in fascination at how fast Harry was able to come, he truly was waiting for permission .
Louis keeps a loose hand on Harry until his body falls pliant, come painting his lower stomach. He quickly unties Harry’s hands, throwing the tie (along with the condom) somewhere on the ground.
Without needing to be asked, Harry curls into his side, murmuring incomprehensible things, but when Louis looks down, he has a sated smile on his sweat drenched face.
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Louis wakes up with hair in his mouth, his bones tired and achy. He remembers the night before, how Harry fell apart in his arms, and squeezes his body closer. While he would love to make this a cute wake up for Harry, his cock seems to have other ideas.
“Harry,” Louis whispers, lifting up Harry’s sleeping face and giving him a gentle peck on the cheek. Harry snuffles slightly, nose twitching, but doesn’t wake.
“Darling, wake up.” Louis kisses him on the mouth, not even caring that both of their morning breaths are rancid.
Harry’s doe eyes blink open, eyes dazed but he finds Louis immediately and smiles. “Hi, Lou.”
Louis grins, biting at his lip as he pushes Harry softly onto his back. Harry goes willingly, hair sprouting around his head like a halo, but he still has dried come on his stomach from last night. Sinful angel , Louis thinks.
“Can I come on your face?” Louis asks quietly. He feels as if talking too loud will break their bubble, and he never wants to do that.
Harry nods, eyes closing for a second before zeroing in on Louis again.
Louis stands on his knees, shifting so he’s right by Harry’s head, and grabs his cock, pulling once. Harry stares up at him with those big green eyes and plush red lips, and Louis knows there’s no way he will last long.
Memories come back to him in a flash; the wet panties that stretched Harry’s lips, Harry’s hole fluttering around his cock, the moans Louis coaxed out of him.
His hand moves faster on his cock, a little clicking noise accompanying it. He keeps eye contact with Harry, noticing his sleep rumpled features. Fuck .
And then Harry sticks his tongue out, and shuts his eyes, looking every bit of a wet dream Louis is sure he’s had before, and he loses it. He drops his head back, cock twitching in his hands as he shoots over Harry’s lips, chin, cheek, and nose, even getting a stripe over his eye. What a fucking gorgeous sight.
Louis is panting by the time he’s done, and he’s quick to wipe the come from Harry’s eyelid, sucking his thumb into his mouth as Harry opens his eye.
He leans down, kissing him fiercely, tasting himself on his tongue. He lays down next to Harry, eyes tracing his cherubic, depraved face.
“I think I’m gonna have to keep you.”
Harry smiles brightly, a drop of come dripping from his nose onto the sheets below him. “I think I would be okay with that.”