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Harry was dressed in his post-concert joggers when Louis stepped inside their hotel room. As the fans had ceaselessly surrounded the arena, it had not been safe for them to share a car. Harry had pleaded to wait for Louis for far too long and had been visibly upset when his wish was not granted. In the end, they weren't an official couple, at least not for the public. So, after around an hour of carefully hiding every step Louis had taken, security had finally driven him to the place he had wanted to be the most.
While Louis was used to Harry jumping into his arms the second they were reunited, Harry did not even look up this time, eyes focused on the frame of the bed he was sitting on. „Hi baby," Louis greeted him gently, unsure if Harry had just not heard him enter.
As he got no reaction out of him, it didn't take Louis long to understand that something was wrong.
„Are you alright, honey?“ Louis slipped out of his shoes and stepped closer to the bed. He got ignored once again. Which was unlike Harry, as he pointedly took no notice of his partner while his hands were clenched into fists. The tension radiating off of his body vibrated in the whole room, a mixture of all emotions at once on the part of Harry’s face that wasn’t hidden away by his unruly curls.
Louis knew in what direction this was going. Given the fact that this was one of the last nights that they had together before Louis needed to leave for his own tour, it wasn't difficult to guess the mindset Harry was probably in.
Which led to the only way to get him out of it.
"Do you want to do a scene?" Louis asked carefully, voicing the question even though he already had his answer. Still, he never started anything like that without Harry's clear confirmation. He was met with silence. But when he noticed the motion of Harry's right hand, he recognized the unmistakable sign that he got in reply. Harry rotated his fist, giving Louis a clear "yes". So no words, just sign language. He did not search for his partner's face, but Louis could see how he waited for approval.
"We can do that, baby boy." Louis expressed his own consent, relieved when he saw how a bit of tension leave Harry's body.
"Look at me," Louis requested, his voice still tender as he assessed the version of Harry that he got in front of him. As before, he got no reaction.
"I gave you a command," Louis informed him, slightly harsher this time. The atmosphere changed within a second, Louis switching into his role within a single sentence. And Harry did just the same. Instead of facing Louis, he threw his head to the other side to underline his disobedience. A clear case.
"Oh, don't even think about acting like a brat, or you'll regret it the moment I get a grasp of your hair," Louis warned lowly. As expected, it had no effect. "Color?" Louis checked, nodding when he recognized the green sign that Harry's fingers had formed.
Without hesitation, Louis closed the final distance between himself and the bed, grabbing Harry by the collar of his sweater and roughly yanking him to the edge so their bodies were only centimeters away from each other. Louis' grip around Harry's chin was firm when he forced his opponent to finally show him his face. Harry's eyes fixated on the floor, like he wanted to underline his refusal.
Louis' other hand took a hold of Harry's curls, pulling his head back without warning. "Look at me," he barked, willing to do whatever was necessary to get Harry to follow his order. The other one knew most likely just as much, his eyes finally meeting Louis'. Cold blue finding lifeless green.
Louis was the one standing, towering over Harry, emphasizing the imbalance of their power.
"Funny how you still find enjoyment in behaving like a little shit. As if you won't be on your knees begging for me to come down your throat within a few minutes," Louis taunted, watching as Harry's eyes darkened. Louis was definitely on the right track.
Even though Harry's body language betrayed him, the small growl that he let out was his way of disagreeing. Louis just grinned at that. "Oh, my sweet baby, is this your weak attempt at showing me that I'm wrong? As if I can't tell what you really want by just one look into your face." Louis leaned down to be right next to Harry's ear before he continued whispering. "I could see how desperate you are for my cock from miles away. I'm quite sure you have to force your legs not to spread open from my voice alone." The shiver that ran down Harry's neck was confirmation enough that Louis' words had the desired effect.
"Now save yourself more trouble and get down before I decide against putting up with your attitude tonight." It was an empty threat, they both knew it, neither Louis nor Harry able to hide the boners under the thin material of their pants.
As before, Harry stayed passive, his gaze boring into Louis', fighting a silent battle of dominance. Not that it wasn't already clear who would win it.
Thanks to the strong grip around Harry's sweater, it was an easy task to force him down on his knees.
While Harry did everything to disobey, the way his hands landed behind his back automatically made it clear how used he was to submitting. And who was Louis not to point that out?
"Oh, how I wish you could see yourself right now. You look pathetic when you fall into your assigned position without any instruction." Before Harry had a chance to change the way he was sitting and detach his arms from his back, Louis' legs caged him in, hindering him from moving. "Nah-ah, don't even think about it, darling," Louis mocked, his own hands wandering to the front of his own jeans, undoing his belt, and searching for the zipper. "You won't need anything but your pretty mouth for the thing we're gonna do anyway."
The way Harry obviously gritted his teeth was his reply to the challenge.
Instead of paying any attention to the statement of disobedience, Louis pulled his own cock out, which was on the same level as Harry's face. "Open up," Louis demanded, not surprised when Harry did not do as told. Louis wordlessly closed the distance between them, smearing the first drops of precome over Harry's left cheek. "I said open up." Another clear statement and an even clearer act of rebellion. So Louis repeated his action on Harry's other cheek. "I'll recommend you show me your tongue before I ask again. Otherwise, I'll be more than fine with using the bathroom and coming into the sink without you getting a single taste of me."
Only when Louis took a step back as if he really wanted to leave the room did Harry react, his mouth opening just enough for his tongue to stick out. Against his attitude, Harry did not refuse when Louis placed his dick on it. "That's a start, baby boy," Louis commented, waiting for Harry to growl again before he pushed in. The sound of protest turned into a gurgling one.
"As I'm quite sure that you won't put your mouth to good use by yourself, I'll find a way to still make the best out of this - at least for me." Louis readjusted the hand in Harry's hair to have a good grip. "Tap my thigh twice whenever you need a break or if there's a change in color." A single tap on Louis' thigh let him know that he was good to go. The only thing he needed before he started to thrust deeper into Harry's warm mouth.
After a few seconds of staying buried inside Harry's heat, Louis pulled him back by his curls, giving him time to breathe before he continued. The steady rhythm he created left him panting and Harry inhaling strongly through his nose. Louis gave his best to hide the way he was struggling not to get lost in the feeling and prevent himself from coming minutes after starting the scene. Just like Louis had to keep up his facade, Harry gave himself away when he seemed unable to suppress a quiet moan, whose vibrations got Louis even harder.
"Are you done being a brat already? Do I have my good boy back?" Louis asked when Harry was fighting harder not to choke on him. To give him a realistic chance of answering, Louis pulled out completely, supporting Harry's chin by placing a steadying hand under it. For a short moment, it looked like Harry was ready to give in. But Louis was able to see the inner battle that Harry was fighting. And the exact moment when his eyes got distant again.
"'M not yours," Harry spit out, the first time that he spoke that night. He was nearing his breaking point, the signs visible in the way that there was desperation reflecting on his face.
It wasn't the first time that they had been in this situation. And Harry was by far not the only one getting the feeling from time to time. Not with a relationship that was constantly hidden away, every form of affection only showed behind closed doors. At least for the public, Harry was not Louis'. He rather seemed to be the property of his fans, his management, and his fake relationships. Nevertheless, it was working for them most of the time. But especially with Louis' upcoming tour separating them, saying goodbye once again never got easier.
As Louis' brain was working on a way to get to Harry, he felt three light taps. His partner's way of asking for his color. Even though Louis was trying hard not to get out of his role, he knew that he couldn't prevent his face and voice from softening. "It's alright, baby. I'm very green," Louis ensured, waiting for Harry to nod before they continued. Louis put himself back into his pants before he stepped away.
"Get on the bed and take your clothes off," Louis demanded, less force needed to make Harry follow. While Harry arose from his position, Louis turned around and scanned the room for their specific bag, relieved when he found what he had been looking for. Even though he was facing away from Harry, he knew that the other one was watching him. His assumption was confirmed as he heard a quiet whine the second Louis pulled out what he needed. As Louis had packed the item without Harry knowing about it, the element of surprise made it an even more powerful moment.
"You still remember this one, don't you, honey?" Louis presented the collar in his hand to Harry, like there was any doubt left that the other one hadn't recognized it within a blink. While Harry loved it whenever they used the collar, he seemed terrified in that moment, knowing the impact it had on his mind. They both knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep up his attitude. “If you’re so sure that you aren’t mine, then I’ll help you refresh your memory,“ Louis informed him in obviously faked kindness. „You normally beg me to let you wear it. And it clearly says-,“ Louis made a short pause, like he just had another thought, „why say it when you can read it for yourself?“
Harry, who was sitting on the bed in nothing but his boxer shorts, backed away from his partner as if he were threatened with a gun. Louis was not having any of it, coming closer. „Don’t even think you can get away from this, darling.“ The hands that Harry put in front of his own neck were his weak spot. A sure move later, Louis had him pinned down by his wrists. It was almost adorable how Harry trashed around, fighting for his life to get out of the tight grip that Louis had on him.
After seeing him so tense, Louis gave Harry his time to get rid of the buildup, wrestling him back into a submissive position over and over again until Harry was panting in exhaustion. The exact state Louis needed him in. „Done now?“ He wondered, not expecting an answer, as he was busy opening the collar to put it around Harry’s neck. It was still no easy task, as Harry used his last strength to shake his head violently. In the end, Louis grinned as Harry whined when the unmistakable clicking sound made both of them know that the collar had closed around his throat.
„So pretty,“ Louis teased, caressing the black leather before he traced the silver inscription. It was nothing but a single word. Owned. And it drove Harry absolutely mad. „Tell me, honey, what does it say?“ At the lack of a reply, a firm tug at the collar made Harry’s eyes focus on Louis. It wasn’t hard to see that they were less distant. „Fuck you,“ Harry growled, the weakness of his voice making Louis smile devilishly. „I love it when you act like that seconds before you beg me to let you come. Now be good and say the word.“
It was a good mixture of the choking feeling of being pulled up by the collar and the hand that Louis pressed on Harry’s crotch without any warning. Harry’s eyes rolled back, a shiver running down his body that left him shaking in Louis' grip. As if driven by the need for the addicting sensation, his hips chased the pressure against his lower body when Louis withdrew both his hands, letting Harry fall back into the mattress. The sound that he let out underlined the agonizing pain that came with being denied the touch.
Harry’s lips were moving without actual words coming out. Which was a start. But it wasn’t good enough for Louis, he wanted to hear him scream. So he repeated his action, aware of the wet spot that precome had left on Harry’s boxers as Louis’ hands pressed down between his partner’s legs.
„Funny, don’t you think? How you are so sure that you are not mine. And yet, I have you at my mercy. I’m the one who decides whether you get the touch that you need so badly or if you'll be left as desperate as you are right now. No one will ever be able to control your body like I do. And you lay here, defenseless, about to submit because you know that I am stronger than whoever wants to have you.“ It was easy to see that his words were getting to Harry.
„And even right in this moment,“ Louis whispered, leaning close enough so their noses were touching, „you absolutely love it.“
The deep moan that he got in response made it clear that Louis’ words were exactly what made Harry weak.
„So tell me, what does it say?“ Louis’ voice was low and demanding, raspy from the arousal pumping through his veins. Harry only gurgled when he was pulled up by his collar once more. „What does it say?“ Louis raised his voice slightly, finally breaking Harry.
„O-Owned,“ Harry nearly screamed out, throwing his head back as his muscles started shaking. Louis climbed over him, pressing his knee against Harry’s crotch in the way he knew drove the other one crazy. „By who?“ Louis barked, fixating Harry’s hands that were trying to get freed so they could finally touch Louis.
„Owned by you,“ Harry cried before he gave up the fight, bursting into heavy tears that left his body trembling from the impact.
While Louis moved his leg at an agonizingly slow pace that usually never failed to bring Harry to the edge, he let go of the wrists that he had kept above Harry's head. Instead, he put his arms at either side of Harry, searching for leverage before he sped up his motion, intensifying the pressure on Harry’s dick.
„You are allowed to touch,“ Louis pressed out, concentrating on making it good for the other one. Fingernails dug into Louis’ back seconds later, urging him even closer.
„Everyone will know,“ Louis growled, „that you are mine.“ To underline his words, he lowered his head, biting the skin of Harry’s neck that wasn’t hidden under the collar. „Mine,“ Louis mumbled over and over again, biting down hard enough to leave marks that they were prohibited from making. He did not care. Not when it was the one thing that made Harry cry out his name in pure ecstasy.
There was no way that it wasn’t painful for Harry, Louis’ jeans rubbing against the thin material of his boxer shorts relentlessly. But it seemed to be exactly what Harry needed, evident in the way his hips were chasing Louis’ knee whenever the pressure got lighter, accompanied by unbridled moans.
Even though Harry was still crying from overwhelm, Louis could tell that he was about to come from how hard Harry was biting down on his lip.
„You can let go, baby. Get it out of your system. You deserve it, my good boy,“ Louis praised. Then he closed the distance between their faces, placing his lips on Harry’s and finally pushing him over the edge. Harry whimpered into his mouth, whole body convulsing as the hard waves of his orgasm crashed down on him.
Watching him fall apart was enough for Louis to lose control as well, rocking against Harry in a few final thrusts before he came into his jeans. It was like the buildup of tension in Louis’ body dissipated abruptly, his own fear of not being able to help Harry no longer suffocating him.
Suddenly everything seemed too intense, with the aftershocks of their scene leaving both of them breathless. Still, Louis was mindful enough to turn them around, pressing Harry’s limb body on his own and placing his partner’s head in a position that enabled Harry to hear Louis’ heartbeat. While holding onto him as closely as possible, Louis allowed himself to calm down as well.
In the end, what felt like minutes was probably hours where they just stayed in the same position, feeling each other’s warmth in silence.
At least until Harry broke it. „I’m sorry for messing up tonight,“ he whispered shyly, hiding his face in the crook of Louis’ neck. Louis wasn’t having any of it. „Hey, baby, it’s okay. Look at me,“ he demanded gently, giving Harry the time to steady his breathing before he looked up. His eyes were still red from crying, but they were clearer than they had been before. A sign that Harry had overcome the bad mindset he had been in.
„This was exactly what you needed, and I was happy to help you, honey. It’s a difficult time for both of us. You aren’t the only one who was craving a reminder of what we have, alright?“ Louis did not hesitate when Harry leaned in for a kiss, trying to convey all the adoration that he felt for him.
„I really like to be yours,“ Harry stated, like he had to make Louis believe him. This was his way of offering Louis some aftercare in response. Yet, it earned him a soft chuckle. „Baby, you came from a bit of grinding against my knee and lie here with a collar round your neck. I never doubted it.“ Without looking, Louis knew that Harry blushed at that, slapping Louis’ chest playfully. „But I really appreciate you saying that. I hope you know that I always try my best to give you what you need,“ Louis added more seriously.
„And you always get it right, Lou. I never felt more safe than I do with you.“ Even though Louis had struggled with receiving aftercare himself at first, he got reminded once more how much he needed it. How badly he craved to be reminded that what he did was enough for Harry.
„And I would really like to return the pleasure and give you a good time,“ Harry murmured, tracing invisible lines over Louis’ clothed chest. „Not before you had some water and a nap, darling. You’ll take a breath, and I will consider if I’m even interested in your naughty activities,“ Louis teased softly, feeling like they needed more time to process their scene.
„You know I can hear your heartbeat, Lou? And it’s not difficult to sense how embarrassingly fast it started beating after my suggestion.“ Once again, Harry managed to drive Louis crazy in the best way possible. „Shut it, you little minx,“ Louis warned, smiling when he heard Harry giggle.
The same giggle that Harry didn’t even try to suppress when he reminded Louis that he had come in his jeans like a teenager as well, the kisses that Louis’ burning cheeks were covered with helped not much to make him feel less embarrassed.
But Louis decided that it was worth it when Harry beamed at him, bringing Louis’ hand to the collar that was still adorning his neck.