The older man thinks about letting Harry do it. He likes how it’s Harry begging for it even though the younger boy is the one who has not come in a week. Harry always gets so hard from sucking Louis off, like a physical response to having his mouth used.
The Beast rubs his hands up and down the younger man’s soft thighs, circling his thumb proudly over the shadow of a bruise he left there a few days ago.
“You can blow me later,” he says reasonably, as if he were bestowing Harry with a gift (which, knowing how much of a cock slut his young lover is, is probably not far from the truth), “Tomorrow perhaps.”
He puts pressure on the dark bruise, prodding into it with the pad of his thumb, watching fascinated as the skin there turns a pale white …show more content…
Louis knows how much the Sun Prince loves the pain, relishing the fact at how much of a naughty harlot his young lover is.
“Okay,” Harry says with a nod, brows furrowed.
Louis captures the younger boy’s lips then, kissing him roughly and scratching down the length of Harry’s thighs at the same time. His nails are short but he’s pressing down hard, really making it count, hoping to maybe even draw a few droplets of blood, knowing how much Harry loves the pain. Harry’s mouth is so soft compared to the rough drag of fingernails on his skin, and Louis can feel the vibration against his lips when Harry moans at the feeling.
The young man is even more restless now, fidgeting in Louis’ lap as the Beast slips his tongue into Harry’s mouth and leaves scratches down his …show more content…
“How much do you need?” Louis asks, not fooling himself in thinking Harry is well accustomed to his full huge girth yet. They’ve only done this a few times, Louis fucking the younger boy with his whole length, and the Beast knows better than to assume Harry can take him all easily. He doesn’t want to hurt his younger lover of course.
“I just want- I just want-” Harry mumbles and then he stops, pressing back like he can get Louis’ fingers in him all the way in that way. “Just- Just get me wet Master? Please?”
Louis can feel how hot the young boy is between his legs, rubbing his calloused fingertips over his hole. The skin is smooth, even smoother with the slickness the older man is smearing there. It’s easy to slide one finger into him, all the way inside. His boy is accustomed to much, much more, Louis thinks proudly.
“So polite.” Louis murmurs, watching his finger disappear into Harry with fascination, “Such a polite little Princess.”
Harry lets out a heavy breath and his hands clutch desperately at his lover’s broad
The Beast rubs his hands up and down the younger man’s soft thighs, circling his thumb proudly over the shadow of a bruise he left there a few days ago.
“You can blow me later,” he says reasonably, as if he were bestowing Harry with a gift (which, knowing how much of a cock slut his young lover is, is probably not far from the truth), “Tomorrow perhaps.”
He puts pressure on the dark bruise, prodding into it with the pad of his thumb, watching fascinated as the skin there turns a pale white …show more content…
Louis knows how much the Sun Prince loves the pain, relishing the fact at how much of a naughty harlot his young lover is.
“Okay,” Harry says with a nod, brows furrowed.
Louis captures the younger boy’s lips then, kissing him roughly and scratching down the length of Harry’s thighs at the same time. His nails are short but he’s pressing down hard, really making it count, hoping to maybe even draw a few droplets of blood, knowing how much Harry loves the pain. Harry’s mouth is so soft compared to the rough drag of fingernails on his skin, and Louis can feel the vibration against his lips when Harry moans at the feeling.
The young man is even more restless now, fidgeting in Louis’ lap as the Beast slips his tongue into Harry’s mouth and leaves scratches down his …show more content…
“How much do you need?” Louis asks, not fooling himself in thinking Harry is well accustomed to his full huge girth yet. They’ve only done this a few times, Louis fucking the younger boy with his whole length, and the Beast knows better than to assume Harry can take him all easily. He doesn’t want to hurt his younger lover of course.
“I just want- I just want-” Harry mumbles and then he stops, pressing back like he can get Louis’ fingers in him all the way in that way. “Just- Just get me wet Master? Please?”
Louis can feel how hot the young boy is between his legs, rubbing his calloused fingertips over his hole. The skin is smooth, even smoother with the slickness the older man is smearing there. It’s easy to slide one finger into him, all the way inside. His boy is accustomed to much, much more, Louis thinks proudly.
“So polite.” Louis murmurs, watching his finger disappear into Harry with fascination, “Such a polite little Princess.”
Harry lets out a heavy breath and his hands clutch desperately at his lover’s broad