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Louis closed the door to his and Harry's apartment silently; he'd had to stay late at work and Harry was most likely in bed by now. It was only on rare occasions that he arrived home this late. He sighed, shrugging out of his jacket that was so perfectly tailored it felt like a second skin. Harry practically drooled every time he wore this particular blazer, though, so he could deal with being a little uncomfortable. He loosened his tie with one hand and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt with the other.
It was then that his head shot up at the sound of something moving across the room.
"Haz? You awake?"
A head of long, curly hair peeked around the corner, mischievous eyes gleaming up at Louis. Harry was stark naked. Louis watched as his hard, already-leaking cock came into view as Harry rounded the corner. He crawled toward Louis in long, sensual movements, his back arched and his tail swinging between his thighs with each movement - like a pendulum between his legs. His ears were perfectly aligned atop his head, the bell of his dainty collar tinkling as it swung side to side. He stopped about five feet away from where Louis stood.
"You're awake," Louis said, turning to hang his coat so he could control his features. He hadn't expected this. He turned on his heel and begun working on rolling up his shirtsleeves until they rested below the crook of his elbow. Harry was smirking smugly, looking up at Louis through his eyelashes, a picture of innocence.
"I'm awake," he purred coyly. "I was waiting for you, daddy."
Louis had already been planning an apology breakfast for tomorrow morning; Harry usually wasn't at all pleased when Louis had to stay late, but he looked anything but angry right now.
"It's past your bedtime, little kitten," Louis approached the kneeling boy slowly, his too-expensive work shoes clacking loudly against the wooden floors that were surely giving Harry's knees a hard time by now. He seemed unbothered, though, as he leaned into the hand that Louis ran through his curls. "I should punish you for that."
Harry's back arched instinctively, sending a wave of his scent - rose jam bath wash and vanilla lotion mixed in with the distinct smell that was just Harry - in Louis' direction, lifting his plugged ass in the air. His eyes fluttered closed at the thought of his fair skin turning angry and red from Louis' rough hands. "You could," he breathed, letting out a tiny yelp when Louis pushed on his plug. "I was really well behaved today, though. I was very, very good, daddy," he gave Louis his biggest, cutest eyes as the man finished walking his circle around Harry. "I thought we could play."
Harry exuded confidence, Louis noticed. He wasn't expecting Louis to reject his offer; and Louis didn't think he could bring himself to even if he wanted. Harry's body was fucking sinful; he needed his hands on it, rediscovering again and again until he'd memorized it entirely, only to throw out all of the information and fervently explore it all over again.
Still, he wanted to drag this out a little longer. "Play what, my love?" he asked, his lips twitching with a smile. "You want to play with your toys? Shall we play with your stuffies?"
"Daddy," Harry glared. "You know what I want to play," he slowly, elegantly rose to his knees, hands unzipping Louis' pants before the man had even registered what had happened. Harry hungrily eyed the outline of Louis' cock through his boxers, tracing over it lightly with a fingertip. "I wanna suck your cock, daddy. I wanna suck it," he looked up at Louis, eyes glazed and shockingly bright. "And then I want you to fuck me with it."
Louis' mouth went dry. He had to restrain himself from simply ramming his cock into Harry's throat repeatedly. His boy wanted to play, and Louis would give him a game.
Louis forced himself to move away from Harry, continuing his scrutinizing circle around the naked boy.
"I'm not sure such a mischievous kitten deserves all of that."
Harry blushed at the rejection. He took note of his own stark nakedness, whilst Louis was still fully dressed, sending a sharp twinge through his hard member.
Harry gulped, "Mischievous?"
"Your bedtime, remember?" Louis reminded, pouring himself a drink at the tiny bar off the living room. "I expected to come home and find you in bed, fast asleep. Instead I find you naked, crawling around the house in the middle of the night."
Harry flushed brighter. Had Louis thought him silly? Had he not been as attractive as he thought when he practiced his seductive crawl in the full length mirror? "You didn't enjoy that sight?"
"I enjoyed it very much," he took a slow sip, starting back toward Harry at a snail's pace. "But that's not what matters, I'm afraid," he stood back in front of Harry, looking down at the blushing boy. "So, we can play your game, Harry. But not until you've been punished."
Harry inhaled sharply, turning his eyes downward. His cock ached, pressing hard against his smooth tummy. There was a certain pleasure to being punished, of course, but Harry hadn't predicted that to happen tonight. He'd almost hoped for Louis to come home and immediately ravish him before they both passed out in the middle of the living room. "Yes, sir. Where do you want me?"
"Good boy," Louis rewarded the obedience with a scratch behind Harry's ear. "Over the edge of the couch, please," he sent him off with a swat.
The lanky man crawled across the room, hurried along by the painful smack to his bottom. He pulled himself over the arm of the leather couch, positioning his ass high in the air. His dick was trapped between the cushions and his stomach, already leaking white fluid onto the sofa.
He could hear, but not see, Louis walking around the apartment. Heard the clacking of ice as he poured another drink, the heavy steps as he crossed the room, the cabinet in the hall closet opening - then closing. Harry wondered what tool Louis would use and he prayed that it wasn't the cane; anything but the cane.
"Ready to begin?" Louis asked as he ran a hand over Harry's backside.
"Yes, sir," he whispered. He was aching to rut against the slippery leather cushions, find some release for his painfully hard cock. Punishments - even just the thought of them - always made Harry so hard.
Louis smirked in satisfaction at the boy who was practically writhing. He wanted to draw the waiting out longer, but he figured he'd teased the poor thing enough already.
He swung the crop back and forth in front of Harry's eyes. "Let's begin."
He heard the snap of the crop on his bare backside before he felt it. Fire ran across patches of his ass as it came down over and over, each smack more painful than the last. His fingers curled, futilely trying to grip the leather cushions. He gasped loudly each time he was struck, toes curling in pleasure and pain.
"As much as I appreciate seeing you naked, you've got rules for a reason," Louis lectured, hitting Harry's sit spot particularly hard. "You've got class tomorrow, Harry, and now you'll be sleepy because you didn't go to bed when you were supposed to."
Harry shrieked in pain. "W-Wanted to play, daddy."
Louis nodded. "I know that. And we will play, because daddy's had a tough day and I missed you," he swatted Harry's thighs, sending a whole new burst of pain through him. "But I don't want that to happen again, understand? If it does, I might decide that the crop isn't enough."
Harry flinched. He knew what that meant; that daddy thought he needed the cane. Daddy didn't understand that Harry never needed the cane.
"Yes, sir! It won't happen again; I promise!" The pain was overtaking the pleasure now. His cock was still hard and heavy, but he wanted the spanking to stop. The tingling ache that was left after a spanking would be enough now.
"Then we're almost done," he finished with a half dozen hard swats all across Harry's ass, the boy groaning and shrieking after each one. "There we go," he laid the crop on the coffee table and sat on the couch, pulling a limp Harry into his arms. "All done, little love."
Harry hummed as he felt Louis' lips press against his slightly sweaty forehead. He leaned against his daddy, now thoroughly exhausted from staying up late and the spanking. "That hurt, daddy," he pouted.
"I know it did, but you took it very well," Louis praised. "My good boy."
"We still gonna play, daddy?" Harry questioned, forcing himself to rouse. "Time to make you feel good?"
"That depends. Are you too tired, baby?"
Harry shook his head enthusiastically. He looked down at Louis' still-unzipped pants. "Can I suck your willy now, daddy?" he asked, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth in a gesture that nearly caused a groan to escape Louis' own lips.
"Of course." Louis settled back into the sofa, relaxing after the exhausting day he'd had. Harry tugged Louis' pants down to his thighs before hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down, achingly slow, watching as Louis' cock finally sprang free.
He hummed in delight, taking it delicately in his hands and licking at the head. Louis groaned, his hand making its way up to Harry's hair and curling into a fist, the brown locks trapped between his fingers.
Harry took the head into his mouth, twirling his tongue around, dipping into the tip. Enclosed in the damp warmth of Harry's mouth, Louis let himself relax completely, moaning loudly and thrusting up minutely. Harry's collar jingled with each movement. He lapped at Louis' dick hungrily, taking all of it into his throat and running his tongue up the edge, stopping back at the head to suck greedily.
Louis came surprisingly fast, after only a few of these movements, shooting down Harry's throat. He released his grip in the man's hair, lying lax against the couch.
Harry stood and crawled onto Louis' lap, even harder than he'd been before, and kissed him. His dick pressed against the starchy fabric of Louis' dress shirt. His daddy's hands settled on his reddened backside, grabbing and cupping and making Harry moan into the kiss with both pain and pleasure.
"I still want you to fuck me, Lou," Harry panted. "Please? Can I ride you?"
"Of course," he breathed, nipping at Harry's lip. "Go get some lube," he ordered, hurrying him along with another swat.
Harry yelped, scrambling off the couch and to the bedroom. He grabbed the first of many bottles scattered across their dresser and ran back, nearly tripping in his haste.
"Careful," Louis chuckled, helping Harry back onto his lap. "All stretched out?" he asked, moving the tail plug in a slow circle.
Harry's lashes fluttered and he gasped, "Yes, sir. All stretched."
"Good," Louis pulled the plug out in one swift tug, setting it aside. He poured lube generously over his once-again-hard cock.
Harry watched with a glazed, fascinated look. Louis took Harry's chin in his hand, placing a soft kiss to his lips. "All good? Ready?"
"Yes," Harry breathed. He lowered himself onto Louis' member, incredibly sensitive. Louis slid in slowly, helping Harry ease into it before picking up speed.
"You're so good, baby," Louis panted into the crook of Harry's neck, sucking marks into the skin there. "Feels fucking incredible."
"Daddy," Harry moaned brokenly, his toes curling as he rammed himself down just so, hitting his prostate each time, so fast that he felt dizzy. His eyes filled and he moaned loudly, along with Louis.
Harry came first, his hole encasing Louis in tight heat, his cum splattering on both of their chests. Louis, at the tightening around his cock, came deep in Harry's ass. Harry collapsed against Louis, breathing deeply. God, they'd both be exhausted in the morning. Harry didn't even want to think about sitting through class on his sore ass.
After both their breathing had slowed, Louis pulled out gently, replacing his cock with Harry's plug. Harry moaned, turned on from being plugged full of Louis' cum.
Louis exhaled, worn out, and kissed Harry's forehead before helping him up and giving him one last swat, "Go get ready for bed, you brat."