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“So. I hear you think you have the best schlong ever.”
Harry froze from where he stood at the hotel dresser, his joggers midway down his thighs. He turned to look at his boyfriend, who had just come out of the bathroom and was now standing behind him with crossed arms.
“What are you talking about?” Harry said, fingers twitching from where they gripped the waistband of his bottoms.
“Lloyd sent me the picture he took.”
Harry breathed out slowly, pushing his joggers all the way down to his ankles and stepping out of them as he carefully considered his next words. “It was just a joke. A fan must have taped the sign up, and Lloyd said it would make a funny picture.” He shrugged, removing his shirt and turning around as he tried to feign nonchalance.
He was met with Louis’ hardened stare, mouth tight and eyebrows raised. “I see… and what exactly are you two planning on doing with the picture?”
Harry shrugged again. “Probably post it on Instagram.”
“Ah,” was all Louis said next, not moving from where he stood.
Harry waited for him to continue, but when he didn’t, Harry turned back around, pulling his pants down to his ankles.
“And what happened to Daddy having the best schlong ever?”
Harry stumbled as he tried to pull his pants off of his feet, falling and landing with his bare bum on the carpet. He blinked up at Louis who now stood over him, looking much taller and more dominating than he had moments ago. “Daddy,” Harry squeaked quietly, suddenly feeling small under the man’s gaze.
Louis’ eyebrows were raised again, a silent question mark from the tail end of his last sentence.
“Yours is the best, Daddy. I-I didn’t mean—”
“Get up,” was all Louis said, taking a few steps back to give Harry room to stand.
Harry did so, limbs feeling awkward and gangly as he brought himself to an upright position, overly aware of the fact that he was standing naked while his dom was completely clothed.
Louis didn’t speak, staring at Harry in silence and making the boy shift uncomfortably. “You think yours is the best?” Louis finally said, coming closer until he was face to face with Harry.
The boy shook his head quickly. “No, Daddy, yours is the best, I—”
“I want you to prove it to me,” Louis interrupted, uncrossing his arms.
“W-what?” Harry asked, unable to hide the confusion written all over his face.
“I want you to prove to me that you have the best schlong ever. You must think it’s true if you’re planning on posting a picture that indicates as such for the whole world to see. You wouldn’t post a lie, would you?”
Harry chewed on his lip, unsure of how to properly answer Louis’ question. He rolled his ankles slightly, trying to figure out what to say.
Louis spoke first. “You think you have such a fantastic dick, then prove it to me,” he said, hand coming between Harry’s legs to begin stroking his length.
Harry’s head fell back with an, “ohhh,” earning a soft shushing from Louis.
“You’re going to show me why you think it’s okay to make a statement like that, and if you can prove it to me, I’ll let you post it,” Louis went on, working Harry's dick until it was fully hard.
“How am I supposed to do that, Daddy?” Harry asked softly, eyes fluttering as he felt his cockhead grow wet.
“Mmm, I haven’t been fucked nice and rough in a good while,” Louis said, causing Harry’s stomach to do a flip in his abdomen. “I think I deserve a good dicking from the best schlong ever, don’t you, pet?”
Harry nodded quickly, trying to keep his eyes open as Louis continued tugging at his shaft. “I can do that, Daddy,” he said breathily, a shivery sigh rushing past his lips as Louis’ fingertip brushed over Harry’s slit.
“Good,” Louis said against Harry’s ear. “I already opened myself up for you. Now listen very carefully.”
Harry somehow forced his neck to stay straightened as he tried his best to be alert and attentive to whatever Louis was about to say.
“You’re going to fuck me—give it everything you’ve got. You’re going to make me come hard, and if I think you’ve deemed yourself worthy of getting to say you have the best schlong ever, then you can come. Got that?”
Harry nodded, swallowing the lust that was already filling his throat at the thought of getting to make his dom come. “Yes, Daddy,” he breathed, bucking himself lightly into Louis’ fist.
Louis abruptly stopped stroking Harry’s cock and gave it a hard slap, causing Harry’s hips to stutter as he gave a choked whine. “Don’t be a greedy slut, now. I saw that you were pretty good all evening on stage today. You wouldn’t want to ruin that.”
Harry nodded, sucking his lip into his mouth. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“Lube yourself up,” Louis said, gesturing to the bottle of lube on the bedside table that Harry hadn’t noticed before.
Harry hurried to the table, picking up the bottle and struggling to open the cap with his trembling fingers. He finally was able to open it, accidentally squirting way too much in his hand, but he did as he was told and slathered his cock, getting it nice and wet for his dom.
When Harry turned back around, he was met with the image of Louis bent over the bed, arse up and waiting. Harry let out a strangled moan, trying and failing to swallow back the sound as he came over to his boyfriend. He took his dry hand and began kneading at Louis’ skin, but Louis quickly pushed himself into his elbows and turned to look over his shoulder.
“No playing around,” he told Harry sternly. “You can admire my arse another time. You’re supposed to be getting on with it.”
“Sorry, Daddy,” Harry mumbled sheepishly once more, hand coming to Louis’ hip as the dom pushed his bum further upwards. Harry lined himself up, pressing in slowly and earning a low moan from Louis. The boy paused, trying to give Louis a moment to adjust, but Louis was quickly wiggling his hips and squeezing around Harry’s cock in such a way that had Harry nearly choking on his own spit.
“Well, get on with it,” Louis repeated impatiently. “You think I just want to stay bent over soaking your dick forever?”
Harry bit his lip with a whimper, quickly beginning to move his hips as he grabbed onto Louis’.
Louis was unnervingly silent as Harry fucked him, not so much as a moan or a shaky breath escaping him.
Harry was trying to hold back his own whines that were threatening to burst in his throat, feeling like he should probably stay quiet if his dom wasn’t making any noises.
Finally Louis sighed, though the sound came out sounding aggravated rather than pleased. “Come on, Harry, put your back into it, will you,” he ordered as he tried to look over his shoulder at the boy behind him.
Harry whined and sped up his thrusting, fingers stretching anxiously against the flesh at Louis’ hips as he tried to obey Louis’ command.
Louis huffed, though Harry couldn’t tell if this was in annoyance or if it was a physical response to the way Harry was fucking into him. “Come on, Harry!” he hissed, throwing himself back against the boy’s motions. “Why are you being such a useless little slut?”
Harry shuddered at this, relishing in the way his dom talked down to him. The boy couldn’t help the moan that escaped him as Louis squeezed his muscles tightly around Harry’s cock, the sensation feeling both too much and not enough at the same time. He sucked his lip into his mouth with a light whine, hoping that Louis wasn’t looking for a verbal answer.
“Honestly, you can be such a bloody whore sometimes, Harry,” Louis lectured, slightly breathless as he pushed himself onto his elbows. “Using my arse to try and get yourself off… not even giving two shits if it feels good for me or not…”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Harry uttered for what felt like the dozenth time. “‘m trying.”
“Well, try harder. You behave on stage because your mother is in the audience, and suddenly you forget how to fuck?”
Harry winced at the mention of his mother, trying to push the thought away and focus on his movements and pleasing his dom.
Louis continued. “You can’t give it to me unless you give a taste of it to your bloody little fans first, is that it?”
“No, Daddy,” Harry panted, fingers straightening and then curling into Louis’ fleshy sides again.
“Sure as fuck seems like it,” Louis shot back, grinding rough circles into Harry’s groin.
Harry threw his head back with a groan, the sound almost drowning out the irritated scoff Louis was giving.
“You’re all fucking talk, you know that?” Louis lectured, reaching back and placing one of his hands over his boyfriend’s. “You can make your stupid little jokes about how you have such a great dick, meanwhile I can hardly fucking feel it, and you haven’t even got a clue what to do with it.”
Harry whimpered loudly in his throat, trying to change the angle of his motions as he moved even faster.
“I ask for one fucking thing, Harry,” Louis went on. “One bloody fucking thing, just to prove to me how amazing your dick supposedly is. And you can’t even do that. Harry Styles is a liar. A fucking whore and a liar.”
Harry felt tears nipping at the corners of his eyes, and he released Louis’ hip to quickly wipe them away. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” he whimpered, knowing he sounded pathetic, but still loving every second of it.
“I swear to god if you don’t get it right in the next ten seconds, I will cuff your wrists and make you watch me ride my dildo, and you will not get to come. Is that what you want? Has my dildo really got better game than you?”
Harry shook his head quickly before he realized that Louis couldn’t see him. “N-no, please, I… I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m trying, I really am,” he protested, lifting Louis’ hips and pulling him in with each thrust.
Louis was panting then, his head falling back slightly as Harry railed into him, and for a moment, the sub thought that he was going to get a remark of praise, or maybe even just a momentary moan of approval.
“Stop it, stop, stop,” Louis said suddenly, hips giving a sharp thrust backwards as if attempting to get Harry to back up.
Harry obeyed, pulling out and backing up a couple of paces to let Louis turn around.
“Get on your knees,” the dom instructed, taking his stiff shaft in his hand and stroking it a few times.
Harry fell to his knees at once, the position coming to him so naturally, like it was where he belonged. He wondered if he would get to have Louis bust on his face or perhaps down his throat. Both options sent a twitch through his shaft.
“Look at my dick.”
Harry brought his eyes down between Louis’ legs where his hand was stroking slowly but firmly, the sight making Harry swallow hard. He really hoped that Louis was going to make him suck it.
“You see this?” Louis said, stepping forward and smacking his cockhead against Harry’s cheek. “This is what the ‘best schlong ever’ looks like, Harry. Not whatever pathetic shit you’re working with.”
Harry chewed on his tongue with a whine, gaze returning to Louis’ face as the man’s dick slapped him again.
“I could fuck you and have you trembling and babbling like a baby in a matter of seconds, yet you could barely get me started.”
Harry’s eyes were growing wet again, a sick sort of pleasure burning in the back of his throat as his dom spoke.
Louis was rubbing his tip along Harry’s jaw then, smearing his skin with precum in such a way that made Harry want to cry at how the warm droplets were being wasted instead of falling onto his tongue for him to savor. He wished he could turn his head and suck Louis into his mouth, but instead he sat still and blinked up at Louis silently.
“Now, what do you suppose I should do with you?” Louis was saying then. “Obviously you deserve to be punished for thinking it’s okay to brag about your cock being so fantastic when it’s mediocre at best.”
Louis’ words had Harry’s cheeks flooding red, similar to his dick that was pulsing between his legs. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what his punishment was going to be. He had been punished so much lately that he was surprised Louis wasn’t running out of things to do to him. His dom was always good at coming up with punishments though, and the novelty behind each one kept Harry on his toes and full of giddy excitement that he never grew tired of.
“Ah, I’ve got an idea,” Louis said, reaching for his phone that was on the nightstand.
Harry watched him pick it up and tap several times before his thumb started to scroll… and scroll… and scroll…
Harry wiggled antsily from where he knelt, debating whether or not he should ask what Louis was doing or what was going to happen. He decided to keep his mouth shut, but he gave a tiny impatient whine.
“Stop that,” Louis scolded, not looking up from his phone. A few moments later he raised his eyebrows quickly and gave a satisfied huff. “Got it.” He turned the phone around to show Harry, who eagerly looked to see what was on the screen.
Harry furrowed his brow as he stared at the image. It was a picture of his own erect cock, blushing and wet as it protruded from his fist. He had pulled it over the top of his lace knickers, a baby blue pair that went with the polish at the ends of his fingers. He had been quite pleased with how well the colors matched, and he had been eager to snap a picture and send it to his boyfriend. This had probably been two months ago, by Harry’s estimate.
As much as he loved the picture that he had taken and proudly shared, he didn’t understand why Louis was displaying it to him now or what it had to do with his punishment. He looked up at Louis with confusion, waiting for the man to explain.
“Do you know what I’m going to do with this?” Louis asked, his voice almost taunting in a way that had Harry’s stomach instantly filling with nervous butterflies.
Harry shook his head, chewing at his nails anxiously.
“Maybe something like…” Louis paused, seemingly for dramatic effect. He smirked as he watched Harry bring his hand away from his mouth and fidget with his fingers in his lap. “The Reddit punishment?” he finally finished, eyebrows raised.
Harry couldn’t help the tiny gasp that escaped him as his eyes grew wide. “Daddy,” he whispered, almost unsure if he had heard correctly.
“You still like the idea?” Louis asked, pulling the phone back.
Harry nodded so fast that a whisper of dizziness rattled itself around in his brain. “Yes, Daddy,” he breathed, wishing he could say the words a hundred times. He definitely still liked the idea. He absolutely adored it. He didn’t even know that Louis even remembered him mentioning the Reddit punishment, but he was beyond thrilled to find out.
He had stumbled upon a Reddit post that featured a picture of a normal enough looking cock and the words, “Do your worst.” Below the picture, there had been dozens of comments insulting said cock, everything from the size to its probable lack of ability to how the poster was pathetic for even posting it in the first place. Reading through the comments had had Harry stiff in his trousers almost immediately, his own dick drooling at the thought of those types of comments being directed at him and his prick.
It had taken him several days to work up the courage to show it to Louis and suggest that this be a punishment some day. Louis had glanced at it, muttered a “we’ll see,” that felt like more of a “no.” Harry had dropped the idea and hadn’t brought it up since, though it did still creep back into his mind every now and then, particularly when he was on Reddit and tempted to find similar threads to have a wank to. He never did though.
“Think this picture will do?” Louis was asking, bringing Harry out of his thoughts and back to the present.
Harry nodded, and soon Louis was tapping at his phone again.
After a minute or so, Louis held the phone out for Harry to see. The drafted post said, “My boy seems to think that his dick is the best ever. He needs to be put in his place. Ruin his concocted image of himself, please.”
Harry swallowed hard as he read the words over and over, the sentences swirling around in his brain and slithering their way down his spine, around his hips, and straight into his cock, causing it to dribble precum onto his lap. Dozens of strangers, all looking at his dick and making fun of it? The thought made him shudder as he swallowed back an eager whimper before finally looking up at Louis.
“Press post if you’re sure you want this as your punishment,” Louis told Harry, reminding him that he still had control over the situation.
Harry took a deep breath and extended his finger, hitting the post button as another shiver raced through his veins.
Louis gave a satisfied tip of his chin. “We’ll leave that until tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?!” Harry exclaimed, unable to help the way his voice raised in volume and pitch.
Louis crossed his arms. “Yes. Something to say about that?” he asked, eyebrows lifted in challenge.
Harry shook his head as he shrunk back. “No, Daddy. I just thought… that I’d be getting punished tonight.”
Louis barked out a laugh. “Such a slut for punishment, aren’t you, pet?” he said, cupping Harry’s chin lightly. “Don’t worry, you’re still getting punished.”
Harry brightened, sitting up straighter and curling his toes under his feet to prop himself higher on his heels. “‘m ready, Daddy,” he said, trying and failing not to look too eager.
Louis snickered, giving Harry’s chin a playful shove. “Go take a shower, and then put on some pants, and then go to sleep.”
Harry’s face fell as Louis walked away from him, climbing onto the bed and settling against the pillows. “But…”
Louis drew up his knees slightly and wrapped a hand around his dick that was still hard between his legs. He gave a shaky sigh as he began pulling at himself, eyes fluttering lightly before he lifted his head to look at the boy on the floor. “Now, Harry,” he uttered with a tightened jaw, not stilling the hand that was curled around his length.
Harry pushed himself to his feet, giving a whine of frustration mixed with annoyance. He debated stomping his way to the toilet, but instead he just let out an exaggerated sigh and a miserable-sounding groan.
“Quietly,” Louis added. “You can mope and be pissed off all you want; I’m not giving you another punishment tonight. Go shower. And stay off your phone.”
Harry couldn’t decide if he wanted to scream or cry, the sexual frustration building his muscles that he somehow had to snuff out without any release.
“And you’re sleeping plugged tonight,” Louis added, the sentence being chased with a moan that had Harry on the verge of tears as he turned and headed for the shower.
~
Harry woke up with a stretch to find the bed empty beside him. He pushed himself up on his elbows to search for Louis, seeing the man sitting at the small hotel table eating breakfast at the other side of the room.
“Oh, good, you’re up,” Louis commented, setting his phone on the table. “Come here, doll. Daddy has something to show you.”
Harry blinked as he was hit with a rush of submission, unsure why his boyfriend was pulling out his dominant side so early in the morning. Harry shifted, giving a soft gasp as he felt his plug inside of him. And then he remembered.
He quickly jumped out of bed and hurried to the table, a light moan escaping him as his plug pressed against his spot. “Lemme see, lemme see!” he cried, reaching for Louis’ phone.
Louis snatched the phone up before Harry could grab it, continuing to eat his breakfast with his other hand. “Don’t be rude,” he snapped, not looking up from his plate. “Get on your knees and wait for me to show it to you.”
Harry quickly listened, dropping to the ground and wiggling impatiently.
Louis unlocked his phone, swallowing the bite of food that was in his mouth. “You got almost 200 comments,” he said casually as he began scrolling.”
“What?!” Harry squeaked in shock. He wasn’t expecting a number nearly that high. He thought maybe he’d get a few dozen, perhaps fifty comments if he was lucky. But over 100 was never even a possibility in his mind.
“I’ve already pulled out some of my favorites to read to you,” Louis said, finally looking up at Harry. “Are you ready for them?”
Harry nodded eagerly, anxious excitement filling his bones and making him feel like he was going to burst out of his own skin. He had been ready from the moment he had pressed ‘post’ the night before. Yet, he wasn’t sure if he could ever be truly prepared; he had never done this before, and he had no idea what people had said about him and his dick pic. “I’m ready, Daddy.”
“Alrighty then,” Louis said, clearing his throat and bringing his phone closer to his face. “‘You call that a dick? I’ve seen dogs with bigger schlongs than that.’”
Harry’s eyes slowly widened. This was actually happening; strangers online had actually seen his dick, and they had commented demeaning things about it while he slept peacefully in his hotel room. And now he was hearing them out loud from his own dom. Harry couldn’t think of a more exciting way to start his morning.
Louis continued without hesitation. “‘That thing looks like it couldn’t even take a piss let alone satisfy anybody.’”
Harry felt his dick twitch in his pants, apparently interested in the insults it was receiving. The stiff hotel air felt as though it was getting hotter, Harry’s body suddenly surrounded in a warm heat that he knew had his skin flushed pink.
“Here’s a good one. ‘You’re joking, right? A sissy boy who wears panties like that thinks that he had the best cock ever? HA! What a joke.’”
Harry swallowed hard at that one, feeling tears beginning to form in his sinuses. He was still a bit self conscious about the fact that he liked to wear knickers, but still, the comment had his cock hard and weeping precum. A sick part of him wanted even more.
“‘That dick has ‘I’m a bottom’ written all over it,’” the next one said, to which Louis let out a slight snort.
Harry whimpered as he blinked back his tears. His dom was laughing at him and the fact that other people were making fun of him. Harry wasn’t sure if he wanted to burst into tears or beg Louis to fuck him. Maybe he could have both at once when they were done reading.
“‘He better have an amazing ass to make up for whatever the fuck that thing is.”
Harry blinked hopefully, waiting to hear if his dom would confirm that his arse was amazing.
“Let’s take a look at some of my favorite words people used to describe you and your dick, yeah?” Louis said, dashing Harry’s hopes, although this new idea seemed promising.
“Okay, Daddy,” Harry murmured, fingers coming to his mouth so he could chew the corner of his thumb nail.
“Pathetic… embarrassing… pitiful, despicable, worthless… puny, stubby… depressing, unprepossessing, had to look that one up… someone compared it to a baby carrot… disgraceful, distasteful… kind of reads like a poem, doesn’t it?”
Harry stayed quiet, his heart jumping as Louis lifted his head and finally looked at him.
“Doesn’t quite seem like you have the ‘best schlong ever,’ now, does it?” Louis asked, voice mocking and dark.
Harry shook his head. “No, Daddy,” he whispered, the tears brimming around his eyes aching to spill down his face.
“Let’s read one more…” Louis scrolled a bit until he seemingly came across a comment he liked. “‘That’s not a dick… that’s a clit. Sounds like your girlfriend needs to be taught a lesson. Hope you fuck her until she can’t move.’” He looked up, a hint of wickedness running through his eyes that made Harry’s heart race. “What a great idea,” he said lowly, setting his phone down and standing up from the table.
Harry bit his lip with a whine, craning his neck to look up at Louis as the man came to tower above him.
“Get on the bed, pet,” Louis instructed, giving Harry’s messy hair a light tug.
Hairy hurried to his feet and ran to the bed, falling back into the place where he had just awoken from minutes earlier. He watched attentively as Louis retrieved the lube from where they had left it the night before, coating himself and quickly working his dick to a fullness that Harry desperately craved between his cheeks. Louis looked up, making a twirling motion with his finger to indicate that Harry was meant to turn over.
The boy soon found himself on his hands and knees with his plug being slowly pulled out of him, the air feeling cool against his now empty hole. It only stayed empty for a moment because soon Louis was plunging all the way inside, sending a shocked moan through Harry’s system.
“Glad I plugged you last night,” Louis murmured, almost too quietly for Harry to hear. The dom immediately began thrusting his hips, gripping Harry’s sides with clenched fingers and biting nails.
Harry couldn’t help the rhythmic grunts that were being punched from his throat, one right after the other as Louis fucked him relentlessly. The boy almost couldn’t hear Louis when he started speaking.
“So, kitten,” he began, fingernails digging even deeper into the flesh at Harry’s sides. “You wanna tell me more about how your dick is the best ever?”
Harry shook his head as it hung low between his shoulders. “No, Daddy,” he forced himself to say between moans.
“And why’s that?”
Harry whined, unable to form words as a guttural moan escaped him.
“I’ll tell you why,” Louis said, answering his own question before Harry could find his voice. “Because you’ve got a lousy excuse for a cock, and the word ‘best’ should never be in a sentence describing it, unless it’s, ‘best at letting his dom down.’”
Harry choked back a sob, closing his eyes and letting the tears finally melt down his cheeks as Louis’ words sank into his groin and made his dick weep. “Daddy,” he breathed, struggling to find air as Louis changed up his speed.
“You think you’re so fucking sexy when you’re up there on stage, singing about fooling around with men and touching yourself, meanwhile you don’t even have the goods to back it up, do you?”
Harry shook his head pathetically, another sob sneaking up his throat. Louis had degraded him in the past, more times than Harry could count, but this was the first time that his cock was ever the subject of the insults. And Harry loved it.
“More, Daddy,” he found himself panting, his mind eager to be stuffed full of humiliation.
Louis let out a breathy laugh. “You want me to keep telling you what a sorry little prick you have? Couldn’t even fuck me proper last night, you know that? You might as well be a hetero bloke if your dick game is gonna be that bad.” Louis removed one hand from Harry’s side and scraped his nails painfully down the boy’s back. “And you have the fucking nerve to think that it could be considered ‘the best schlong ever.’”
Harry couldn’t hold back his crying any longer, the sobs coming heavily from his chest as his tears dampened the pillow he had his face pressed to. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” he wailed, hands coming to grip the headboard tightly in an attempt to stop them from trembling.
“Tell me, whose dick is the best ever, Harry?” Louis prompted, lifting Harry’s hips upwards and entering him even deeper.
“Yours, Daddy,” Harry mumbled, feeling drunk on how good Louis felt inside of him.
“What was that, pet? Couldn’t hear you over the endless amount of comments about your pathetic cock.”
“Yours is the best, Daddy!” Harry cried out, clenching hard around his dom instinctively, as if to draw him further in.
“Touch yourself,” Louis spat at him. “Because I’m certainly not going to. I’m gonna come in a minute, so if you want to as well, you’re gonna have to do it yourself.”
Harry unclamped his right hand from the headboard, his fingers stiff and painful as the feeling slowly faded back into them. He found his cock, angry and dripping between his legs, and he began to tug at himself with a high pitched moan. “Daddy,” he sighed, trying to keep his body from falling to the bed and crushing his wrist.
“I shouldn’t even let you come,” Louis said, voice coming out thin as his breathing became harder.
“No, Daddy, please!” Harry whimpered, pulling at himself even faster as he beckoned for his climax. “Please let me come, please, Daddy. I…”
“Tell me that your pathetic dick needs it, kitten,” Louis breathed, slamming his hips even harder.
“My…” Harry attempted to swallow the dryness in his throat, but instead he nearly gagged on a moan as his eyes rolled slightly. “My pathetic dick needs to come, Daddy, please,” he managed to get out, his skin flaming with shame and embarrassment that tickled him in all the right places.
“Oh, fuck, baby, fuck,” Louis moaned suddenly, nails hurting Harry’s skin so badly that he wanted to scream. “You can—fuck—you can come, doll.” His last word broke off into a moan, and moments later Harry felt Louis pulsing inside of him, filling him warmly and driving Harry to his own orgasm.
Harry’s screams burned his throat, and he brought his arm to his mouth to bite down as he shook, his entire body feeling like lightning splitting open the night sky before his vision went dark.
Louis pulled out of him soon after, and Harry whimpered lightly at the loss until he felt himself being pulled to Louis’ chest. “Baby, baby, you’re so good, love, you’re so beautiful and perfect.”
Harry breathed hard as Louis held him close, his head pressed to the man’s sweaty chest and listening to his pulse as it thumped along behind the words he was showering Harry with.
“Love you, angel, love every bit of you, love you so much.”
“Louis,” Harry tried to say, though his voice came out as a broken whisper.
“Shh, it’s okay, darling, I’ll get you a drink in a minute, you’re okay,” Louis murmured soothingly, his voice gradually lulling Harry away from the post-sex anxiety he sometimes felt.
He tried to take breaths, his head feeling relaxed as his hair was combed lightly by Louis’ fingers, every other stroke being punctuated with a kiss.
“Louis,” Harry said again moments later, the name coming out a touch louder this time. “Do you… m’dick, I…” He couldn’t seem to find words, all of his energy feeling zapped out of his system with the only volts left being used to keep his lungs working.
“No, baby, I could never hate any part of you,” Louis replied, knowing exactly what Harry was trying to say. “You’re amazing, love your cock, sweetheart, don’t worry. Are you okay? Was it too much?”
Harry hummed lightly. “Love when you degrade and humiliate me. And Reddit… was incredible.”
Louis was kissing Harry’s hair again, nuzzling him and wrapping his arms around him tighter. “Good, love, I’m glad you liked it.”
They lay in silence for a while as their heartbeats slowed and Harry found his way out of his submissive headspace.
“Can I still post the picture?” Harry asked after a while, playing with Louis’ fingers as they cuddled.
Louis moaned sleepily. “We posted it last night,” he murmured, pressing another lazy kiss to Harry’s head.
“No, I meant… the one Lloyd took? With the ‘best schlong ever’ sign?”
Louis gave a breathy laugh. “Of course you can, love,” he answered, pulling Harry in closer.