2.7

It took only a few days, but Louis was completely moved out of his aunt's house and his aunt was completely moved to Doncaster.

Louis wanted to see his mum for Christmas but he especially wanted to spend it with Harry, who promised him a getaway trip.

So, Louis packed another bag, filling it with sweaters, his lucky Santa hat, and a few surprises for Harry before zipping it up, cheeks scarlet.

He took the bag to Harry's car and they told Harry's mother goodbye before heading off. Harry drove them out of the rural part of Doncaster and out into the huge city, grinning as Louis looked up at all the tall buildings. He'd come here often with his aunt to do holiday shopping but they hadn't came this year.

Harry pulled into the lot of a hotel and turned off the car. "Okay, we'll be staying here but I'm taking you to do different things while we're here. It's my Christmas present from my mum."

Louis grinned and nodded, excited for this time with Harry. "Okay. That sounds perfect."

Harry grabbed Louis's hand, a fond smile on his face. "Okay, love. Let's go."

~~~

Louis woke up the following morning feeling extremely giddy. They'd spent the entire afternoon and night of the previous day watching Netflix but today was his birthday and Harry promised him a day of fun.

Harry was still asleep so Louis wiggled from the lad's grip and wandered into the kitchen, where he found eggs in the refrigerator.

Louis was a shit cook but he was hungry and didn't want to order room service that he wasn't paying for. He began to make a small batch of fried eggs.

He was on his final one (he'd burned only one out of five) when there was a press of wet lips on his neck. He jumped, nearly cutting the egg open and turned to glare at a laughing Harry but was met with lips, immediately giving in to the sweet taste of mint and Harry.

"Brushed your teeth already," Louis mumbled, laughing softly as he pulled away.

"And you didn't," Harry fired back, leaving a trail of kisses from Louis's ear to his neck. "Why are you making breakfast, baby? It's your birthday, not mine."

"I was hungry and you were lazy," Louis sassed, scooping the last egg onto Harry's plate. "Move now, so I can make tea."

"I'll order some. You know theirs will taste way better that the crappy tea they'll have in the cabinets. I'll order Yorkshire."

Louis smile fondly as Harry picked up the service phone and ordered Louis's tea the way he liked it, along with a black coffee for himself.

It took barely five minutes for it to arrive on a tray, along with a complimentary plate of toast, which Harry added to their plates.

They sat together at the small table and Harry sang happy birthday really loudly before digging into his breakfast.

~~~

The snow was falling heavily around then as they walked through the park. There were lines and chips on the iced-over pond where kids had been skating previously, but it was Christmas Eve, so no one was out.

Harry guided them around the park, swinging their hands as they just talked.

They talked about random- but important- little things, like what they were like when they were younger compared to now, what they wanted to do after high school, and even about Ed and how close he and Louis used to be.

"Do you miss him?" Harry asked as they stopped walking in front a large oak tree, standing right beside it.

"Yes, of course. He was my best friend. I told him everything, Harry, and he ditched me because I had a crush on him," Louis mumbled.

"He was scared," Harry aid after a moment. "I think that Ed knew back then that he was gay and he was scared of how people would act. Then, his best bloody friend comes out to him as gay and it shakes him up," Harry said as a theory, pulling Louis to his chest.

Louis didn't reply, just leaned up on his toes and pressed his lips to Harry's, savoring the moment before- splat!

Harry and Louis groaned, shaking off the giant chunk of snow that fell from the tree branches to the tops of their heads.

Harry grumbled as he smacked his Snapback against his knee, trying to rid it of snow and Louis just giggled as he watched, completely blissed out in these little moments with Harry.

~~~

Louis was washing his body with peppermint body wash, taking his time to also shave everything. He wanted to be perfect for tonight, where he aimed to talk Harry into birthday sex.

He got out and dried off especially well, putting on his special undergarments under a very large red tee and stepping out into the glowing bedroom. He was surprised to find a cheesy setup of Rose petals all over the floor and bed, scented candles giving off the only source of light.

Harry was on the bed, nearly nude besides forest green boxers, eyes undeniably lustful even through the dark of the room.

"Why don't you show me your little dress, Louis?" Harry said firmly, eyes scanning over Louis's body.

"H-How did you-"

"I went through your bag trying to find you clothes this morning," Harry said as if in deep thought, "And I end up finding this slutty little thing, all black, red, and white lace, the lot. And the I wondered- why is this in Louis's bag? He's always such a good boy-"

"I am a good boy!" Louis rushed out, eyes wide. "I'm good for you, Harry, I am, all for you!"

"Let me see your outfit," Harry requested and the shirt was practically ripped off.

Louis blushed as he stood in 'Mrs. Clause' lingerie, just like Harry had described it, red lace panties pulling the look together rather well as Louis swayed nervously.

"Missing this," Harry said as he suddenly placed something on Louis's head- a crimson Santa hat. "My little Santa baby."

Louis smiled in relief and grew suddenly confident, straddling Harry's lap. Harry hummed and rubbed Louis's hipbones.

"You look beautiful. Even wearing makeup, baby," Harry cooed and Louis spiked and blushed, pressing a kiss to the younger boy's jaw.

Harry hummed again, tilting his neck so that Louis could kiss it as well, sucking a bruise into the skin. Harry groaned and rocked his hips up against Louis's, making the small lad whimper in surprise, head tilting back as he moaned.

Harry now took his turn on Louis's neck, leaving wine-colored bruises everywhere he sucked, making Louis let out noises of pleasure, mostly soft whimpers, but also a few occasional whines.

When Louis practically had a necklace of hickeys, Harry pulled away and adjusted Louis's hat. "You look beautiful, kitten, did you know? So pretty."

Louis giggled and squirmed in Harry's lap, wanting the lad to just fuck him, but Harry was taking his sweet time and Louis knew he couldn't do anything about it so he accepted the fact with ease.

"I want you to get on your hands and knees, Louis," Harry ordered and the boy scrambled from Harry's lap to do as told. Harry followed him and sat on his haunches behind the small lad, pulling the panties below the swell of Louis's bum. He gasped a bit, eyeing the plug in Louis's hole, red and outlined with fur.

"Lou," he breathed. "Oh, wow, look so good. Got yourself open for me?"

"All for you," Louis answered immediately, excited that Harry hadn't seen that part of the surprise until now.

"Just shaved," Harry noted as he rubbed Louis's smooth, soft thighs. "Legs so soft, lovely."

Louis was breathing harshly into his arms, eager for this, for Harry. "Can you fuck me, Harry, please?"

Harry hummed as if contemplating the request, biting on his lower lip. "Will you be good for me? Want to ride me?"

"I will," Louis said even though what he really wanted was to be fucked into the mattress.

"Is that what you want?" Harry repeats.

"I'd like- hard and rough, I think," Louis whimpered with a blush, "But I'll do whatever you'd like-"

"It's your birthday," Harry reminded him, kissing down Louis's spine over the silk lingerie top. "Whatever you want, babe. You want me to fuck you hard?"

"Please, Daddy," Louis whispered and Harry grinned.

"Okay, baby boy, I will. Can you undress while I get the stuff?"

Louis mumbled a "Yes, sir" and immediately got up and undressed himself as Harry dug into a bag and stripped himself of his boxers.

Louis laid on his stomach, to Harry's surprise, but the younger lad didn't question it, he just climbed to sit lightly on Louis's thighs.

"Already open for me," Harry hummed as he grasped the base of the plug, causing Louis to shiver. Harry grinned and pulled the plug slowly out, Louis's hole gripping around it as if not wanting to separate, before Harry was fucking it back in. Louis let out a yelp of shock, bucking his hips into the bed and letting out a gasp as Harry pulled it back out completely.

"Oh, God," Louis whimpered, clenching the sheets until his knuckles turned white. "Please, Daddy, need you!"

Harry hushed Louis and rubbed his bare back. "It's okay, trust me, princess, I've got you."

Louis was whimpering at the pet name. Princess.

"Okay, Daddy," he whispered and Harry nodded, living himself up and adjusting himself over Louis's slightly sweaty, eager body.

"Ready?" Harry whispered into Louis's neck as he pressed his tip to the lad's entrance.

"I am," Louis whined, shifting upwards. Harry tutted and pulled his hips back, making Louis choke on a sob. He was just so desperate an Harry hadn't even touched him much.

"Please," Louis begged.

"Be good!" The dominant lad instructed, pushing gently against Louis's rim and into him, making Louis actually cry now, tears falling from his blue eyes.

"Okay?" Harry asked as he bottomed out immediately, and Louis still begged for more.

"Damn it, Harry, fuck me already!"

And how could Harry deny that?

He pulled out and slammed back in over and over, little yelps of 'Daddy' coming from Louis's pretty pink lips, making Harry fuck him harder. "Daddy, please," Louis begged, wanting more and Harry's hand was suddenly on his collarbones, pushing down a bit.

"Shut it, Louis, don't be greedy-"

Louis let out a gasp and he was coming all over himself and it was so sudden that Harry stopped, mouth dropped open and eyes wide as Louis gulped in air.

"Shit," Harry mumbled. "D-did you come because of-"

Louis's cheeks were flushed red and he covered his face with his hands but Harry stopped his sentence at the sight and began to pull out of the boy when there were hands on his shoulders, begging him to stay.

"Harry, please, don't pull out, stay, I need you."

And if you asked Louis Tomlinson a few months ago if he'd ever beg for anyone, he'd sass you to hell and back, but here, in a place so intimate, here, with a boy he loved- Louis could be different. He felt taken care of and he felt perfectly at ease with begging Harry.

It was slow this time. Harry fucked slow and deep into Louis's withering body and he came again with a hand pressed against his neck.

~~~

Louis woke up with a yawn escaping his lips, rolling over in search go the mass of warmth that was Harry Styles, but he only found empty bed.

He heard water hissing in the kitchen and slowly got out of bed, pulling a sweater out of his bag. He suddenly looked up and saw himself in the mirror, letting out a gasp. Bruises of purple littered his neck and collarbones but some were different than others.

Louis had a choking kink.

And that was dangerous, actually, but he trusted Harry with his life- now literally- and found himself smiling and maybe his dick twitched at the thought of Harry really choking him as they fucked, but they could explore that later.

Louis finally pulled on the apple green sweater, the soft, knitted cloth feeling wonderful against his bare skin. His thighs were also a graveyard for bruises, as well as his ass, but he sort of took pride in it. He wiggling into pale pink panties and waddled into the hotel's kitchen, where shopping bags were lined on the counter and Harry was taking a tea bag from a small box and placing it in a cream-colored mug.

"Baby," Harry cooed at the sight of his boy. "Merry Christmas, doll."

Louis blushed and stepped over to Harry, cuddling into his side. "You smell wonderful, dove."

"Like sex and sweat," Louis said with a raised eyebrow.

"You smell like me."

Louis blushed at the thought, knowing now that he smelled of Harry and that he and Harry were so connected, so close and Louis was so in love.

"Wanna open presents?"

"Presents?" Louis asked with a raised eyebrow. Harry handed over the mug and guided Louis into the den without another word.

A small tree was put up in the corner with little plastic ornaments and surrounded by presents.

"Gemma picked up the gifts from friends and family to surprise you with," Harry said with a smile. "Let's open them?"

Louis nodded and was immediately opening gifts with Harry. Soon, the room was covered many gifts.

Comic books, sweaters, socks, a watch, posters, a few books, a bag of pretty panties (curtsey of Niall), a flower crown of false diasies, and a few movies were all included in Louis's stack of gifts and he was giggled and floaty.

He pulled a box over to him and gulped when reading the tag. From Santa.

Harry was watching carefully, fingers twitching, and Louis opened the huge box and pulled out a fuzzy, stuffed reindeer.

Louis stared at it and then back at Harry. "What-"

"I-I see you sometimes, sucking on your thumb. A-And you call me daddy. You've been a little more affectionate and I don't know if I'm just making this up, but I was thinking that you may be into, I don't know, a-age play or something, L-Lou and if this is embarrassing-"

"I'm not embarrassed," Louis spoke up. "I'm just surprised. I've never really thought about the age play thing but... I can look it up, I think, because you're right about all of the little things."

Harry let out a breath and watched as Louis smiled and pulled out his stuffed reindeer. His eyes were glowing and he looked beautiful, but Harry expected no less.

~~~

"So, I was wondering," Harry started as he set a plate of cookies on the small coffee table. "If you'd like to go to Ed's New Years' party. We can try to make amends with him and all get along."

Louis let his eyes wander from the computer screen to the cookies to Harry's face. "I think I'd like that. But I don't know if Ed will accept."

"I'm sure he will," Harry sighed, sitting down. Louis giggled a bit because Harry was wearing the tacky Christmas sweater Louis's aunt had gotten him. "I know we agreed to no presents," Harry said after a moment, "but here."

He handed over a thin, rectangular box. Louis raised an eyebrow and opened the box, immediately looking back at Harry when it was revealed.

"I can't take this, Harry, why-"

"It's just a Kindle Fire, Louis, I know that you secretly like to read and so I thought you'd like it," Harry insisted. Louis glared.

"I didn't get you anything because we agreed-"

"Actually, I got it this morning because you gave me so much last night," Harry said softly. "You have me your trust and you just make me so happy, Louis, that I couldn't help but get you something."

Louis sighed but leaned over to give Harry a kiss. "Thank you, Harry. I love you, so very much."

~~~

2700 words!?

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I gave you guys a plot twist of slight age play and there won't be too much, but it will be featured in the book.

The next update is planned for Christmas Eve so I ant promise you'll get it, but you should.

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