Work Text:
Harry sits in the plush armchair, in that shade of light blue, one leg over the side, arms resting on his thighs. Louis licks his lips at the sight.
The spread legs show him everything. The lace of Harry’s knickers, also in light blue, barely covering Harry’s cock. The lighter, soft skin of Harry's inner thighs that Louis loves to make red with his stubble.
There’s a thick strip of silk covering Harry’s hole, but Louis knows that underneath, a yes, light blue, jewel peeks out. It’s attached to a steel plug.
He saw Harry putting it in earlier. He begged to be allowed to help. But Harry said no, Louis hadn’t earned the right to touch Harry.
Harry’s wearing creamy silk stockings, and Louis would love to run his hands up them. Harry flexes one foot, the painted toenail visible through the stockings.
The top of the butterfly tattoo is framed by the bottom strap of a lace and silk bralette that matches the knickers. Harry’s tits look amazing. Louis feels he has to say something.
“You look amazing, Mistress” he rasps out. It earns him a scowl.
“Did I say you could talk?” Harry growls, staring Louis down.
“N, no, sorry Mistress” Louis apologises, bowing his head.
“Any more and I’ll gag you. Bad enough I saw you with your hands on that thing” Harry spits out. “Don’t make this any worse”
Louis looks up, pleading. He knows Harry understands the shit they need to do, but sometimes she feels insecure in her femininity and needs a scene to set things right. It’s not even about hair or clothes. Harry can be she in baggy jeans and tee, moustache and mullet and he in a dress and long hair. But the ultra feminine stereotypical appearance of the current stunt is messing with Harry’s head.
Louis decides, for once, to keep his mouth shut. He’s getting mature in his old age.
Harry starts to play with her tits, pinching at the nipples, moaning as she throws her head back.
“Fuck, Lou, you could have been doing this, if you weren’t such a fucking brat” Harry hurls the last bit at Louis. And yes, the boob touch wasn’t needed, but he wanted to fuck shit up and show how stupid it all was. Harry didn’t agree.
So Louis has been kneeling on the floor at the opposite end of the room facing the chair, naked, hands behind his back, for at least an hour now. He aches. He wants a drink. Thankfully he doesn’t need a piss. She let him deal with that beforehand.
He had to watch Harry fingering herself, and put the plug in. Then Harry dressed in this obscenely beautiful outfit, taking her time rolling the stockings on, adjusting straps before settling in the chair and teasing herself.
Harry grazes a palm over her cock before cupping herself. “See how hard I am? Just want your mouth on me, but instead you had to misbehave” Another groan as her thumb grazes the tip, peeping out of the waistband.
Louis can see the front of Harry’s knickers are getting wet, the precum spreading on the lace, the material barely containing Harry.
He can’t stop a whimper escaping him. Harry’s glare makes him want to cry. But does nothing to dampen the hardness of his cock, the tightness of his balls. Only Harry can get him this worked up purely by existing, by looking this fucking good.
“I don't think you have any right to whimper baby” Harry purrs, a danger in her tone. “I’m the one left untouched and alone, while your hands were touching someone else.”
Louis starts to speak and before the first ‘but’ escapes his lips, Harry has strode over, a hand gripping Louis’ hair, pulling his head back, almost overbalancing him.
“No fucking excuses” Harry whispers in his ear, and the quietness is more unnerving.
Harry sashays back to the chair, hips wiggling as she goes and Louis breathes again, chest heaving.
Harry settles herself in the chair again. “This is how it’s going to go. You can crawl over here on your belly and beg for forgiveness.”
Louis winces at the thought of his cock dragging on the carpet but says nothing.
“Then, if you beg well enough, I’ll let you kiss me through my knickers” Harry raises an eyebrow, clearly expecting an answer.
Thank you, Mistress” Louis breathes out.
“Good boy. Then I need you to fuck me till you can’t breathe, till your abs and thighs ache and you’re begging to come.”
Louis prefers the sound of this, he can definitely get behind this idea.
Harry leans forward. ‘If I think you’ve done a good enough job, and I come on your cock, then you can come. Otherwise, baby boy, no coming for two days.” Harry smirks and sits back.
Louis says nothing, but his face betrays him.
“What, don’t think you can do it?” Harry mocks.
Harry knows what riles Louis up and she knows she’s hit a nerve. She’s going to get the best fucking she’s had in a while.
Harry lets Louis stew for a minute before crooking a finger “Well then, baby, crawl”
Louis gets on his hands and knees, then on his belly and starts to commando crawl across the floor, eyes on Harry the whole time. As he guessed, the drag on his cock is painful, but he’s not going to let Harry down. He needs his mistress, needs to show her she’s the only person he needs, whether Harry is she or he, he doesn’t want anyone else.
Sweat drips along his back and his forehead at the effort. And Harry maintains an air of detached amusement, only making Louis more determined.
Louis finally gets to Harry, nose inches away from her feet. He stays flat, unsure if he’s allowed to move.
Harry moves a foot under Louis’ chin and, keeping the foot flat, lifts Louis’ head a little. “Good boy. Up on your knees and beg” Louis gets up, putting his hands back behind his back.
This close, Harry’s even more beautiful. Louis can see every muscle, the time spent training for marathons leaving Harry with little spare fat. And Harry’s cock, thick and hard under the lace, is weeping. Louis needs to get his mouth on it somehow. So he begs, like the good boy he can be. With his best puppy dog eyes.
“Harry, Mistress, please, can I kiss your cock? It looks so beautiful, it must hurt to be that hard with no relief, I can make you feel so good, I will do anything to get even a little taste of it. I’ll keep my hands off, if that’s what you want”
Harry gives a small smile, Louis looks so good when he’s trying to get his way. Harry rarely says no. Gripping Louis’s hair in both hands, Harry pulls Louis down to her crotch. Louis mouths over the lace, suckling at the head as best he can through the fabric, grateful for this touch and Harry grinds up onto his face, moaning, murmuring praise that makes Louis preen.
“Fuck, I need you inside me, NOW” Harry lets go of Louis’ hair and moves to the bed, lying back and spreading her legs. Louis gets to his feet, knees protesting, and follows. As he crawls up from the bottom of the bed, Harry props herself up on her elbows, smirking.
“Don’t even think about being gentle. Want to come from being fucked.”
“Whatever my Mistress wants” Louis says as he kneels up and hauls Harry’s knickers off, throwing them on the floor, before quickly pulling the plug out and doing the same, before grabbing Harry’s thighs and hauling her down the bed, pushing in and starting a brutal pace.
He knows Harry inside and out, the best angles, the speeds. He gets one of Harry’s stocking-clad legs up by his shoulder, the other bent, foot flat on the mattress as he leans over Harry, almost grinding as he thrusts. Harry’s face is screwed tight with pleasure, mouth open, panting, hands grabbing to grip Louis’ biceps. Louis knows there’ll be half moon nail marks and scratches after, temporary records of their love, to go with his tattoos.
Louis glistens with sweat, almost terrified to stop, focused on making Harry come, ignoring the heat building in his groin as he fucks into Harry’s tight heat. He cranes his neck to nip at Harry’s throat, one hand playing with a nipple through the lace as he watches Harry’s face, feels him clenching, hears his moans.
“Fuck, gonna, god, fuck”. Harry’s babbling, Louis can tell he’s close, and speeds up, rabbiting his hips till Harry throws his head back, a guttural moan as he spills between them.
“Can I? Fuck, please?” Louis begs as he fucks Harry through it, waiting for the nod, the clench and he comes at the first sign, feels like his toes are tingling, the waves go on and on until he’s too sensitive and pulls out.
Harry pulls him down for a kiss, hands cupping Louis’ face. “That was… wow…”
“Still Mistress?” Louis checks, returning the kisses and rolling to the side, reaching for the box of tissues on the bedside table.
“Nah, I think she’s had her time today” Harry says after a think.
“She is hot, and has the best tits. You know that, don’t you?” Louis turns to Harry, handing him some tissues.
“I know, I just have a jealous streak.” Harry mops up as best he can.
“Really?” Louis laughs, raising an eyebrow “I had no idea, love”
“Yeah yeah” Harry retorts, demanding space to snuggle into Louis' chest.