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Harry hummed happily, rubbing his face against his daddy's leg while he finished up his work. Daddy had bought him a pretty pink pillow for Harry to sit on while Louis was working, and sometimes he'd call Harry into his office and let him kneel on the pillow next to Louis' desk. Harry was grateful for the pillow, thankful that his knobby knees didn't get sore and achy. His daddy always took good care of him.
He nudged Louis' leg, the little bell on his collar jingling softly.
"You alright, kitten?" Louis asked, lazily petting Harry's curls.
Harry hummed and nodded, closing his eyes contentedly. He couldn't wait for Louis to be finished with his work. His daddy had been working in his office all day, which was better than him being at work, but Harry still missed him. Harry distracted himself with his chores and his University assignments - which weren't any fun.
Louis had helped Harry get ready this morning, slipping in his tail plug - long, white, and furry, hanging down to his knees - and slipping the lacy pink panties over his bum, pulling the faux-tail through the hole of the panties. Daddy had bought him loads of pretty panties with holes in the back for his tail to stick out of. They had eaten breakfast together and Louis had come out of his office to eat the lunch Harry made, but otherwise, he had hardly seen his daddy today.
He was ready to cuddle up with him on the couch and be petted while Louis relaxed, sipping from a glass of wine and watching TV. Maybe his daddy would push on his plug and tug on his collar until Harry mewled and wriggled in Louis' lap.
Harry's willy hardened immediately and he mewed softly, scrunching his brow. Louis' fingers tightened in his curls, tilting Harry's head up to look at him.
"What's the matter, baby?" He asked, concerned.
Harry shook his head, trying to look away from Louis, but he wouldn't let him break eye contact. Louis kept his grip tight, forcing Harry to look at him. "Tell daddy what's wrong, kitten." He commanded softly.
Harry mewled in embarrassment, instinctively covering the bulge in his knickers with his hands. Louis looked down at where Harry's hands guarded his bits.
"Is my kitty excited?" Louis asked gently, scratching behind Harry's ears. He leaned into Louis' touch.
"Yes, daddy," Harry spoke for the first time in nearly an hour, breathing heavily. "T-Thinking about you."
Louis smirked, "Calm down, lovey. Daddy's got some more work to do."
Harry groaned, palming his cock that was straining against the lace of his panties, trying to stand tall and hard. "Ah, ah," Louis tutted, yanking on Harry's hair hard, making him yelp loudly. "Bad kitten; no touching. Sit on your hands."
Harry hurriedly obeyed Louis' orders, tucking his hands under his bum and sitting up straighter. "Good boy," Louis praised, pressing a kiss to Harry's wild curls. "Hush now, so daddy can finish working. Then I'll give my baby some attention." He promised, retracting his hand from Harry's hair.
That soothed Harry some, and he sat happily, resting his head against Louis' knee. He missed the petting from his daddy, but he could do without. Louis would be finished soon if Harry behaved.
By the time Louis had finished working, Harry's eyes were already glazed over and his willy dribbled pre-come in his knickers just from the thought of Louis lazily pushing his plug against Harry's prostate as they watched TV, Harry trying to stifle his moans as to not bother his daddy. Louis cooed and helped Harry stand, leading him from the office.
He sat on the leather sofa and patted his thigh in invitation. "Come 'ere, love, come sit in daddy's lap."
Harry mewled happily, practically jumping into Louis' lap sideways and curling in on himself. Louis laughed, scratching Harry's ears and petting his tail. Harry was so, so hard and so desperate for his daddy's willy.
He twisted around so that he was facing Louis, eyeing the outline of his cock through his trousers. He stared down at it hungrily, eyes glazing over and mouth watering. He licked it once quickly before wrapping his mouth around the tip of it.
"No, Harold," Louis reprimanded, swatting Harry's backside harshly, watching the creamy skin flush pink. "Down, kitty, on your knees."
Tears pricked in Harry's eyes from the spanking and he hurriedly shuffled out of Louis' lap, onto the soft cushion by his feet. He knelt obediently, like his daddy had taught him to when they'd first met, and held back the water in his eyes. Louis soothed him by rubbing behind his ear for a long second, but Harry instinctively whined when he retracted his hands. Louis shot him a sharp look and that shut the kitten-boy up.
After a few minutes, though, Harry's slender hand grazed up Louis' leg, stopping mid thigh. Louis watched with slight amusement as his boy slowly inched closer to Louis' filling cock.
"Harold." Louis snapped, and Harry pulled his hand away, immediately tucking it under himself. "Good boy." He praised shortly, returning his eyes to the television screen. "Go get daddy a glass of wine, love."
Harry stood quickly, nearly tripping in his haste to complete the task. He pulled a wine glass from the cabinet, filling it halfway up with the bottle that looked the most familiar, the one he knew Louis drank the most. He was more careful on his way back, holding the glass carefully and gingerly setting it down on the side table.
"Good boy," Louis praised, still not looking at Harry. "Back on your knees, angel."
He took short sips of his wine and occasionally brushed through Harry's curls or fiddled with his collar. After over half an hour, he finally called for the boy, whose cock was still half hard.
"Up, baby. Come on up here."
Harry climbed onto the couch quickly, a mess of long limbs and wild hair, the bell on his collar ringing with each movement. Louis lifted his arm and Harry tucked himself under it, humming at the warmth his daddy provided - he got cold, after all, wearing only his knickers.
Louis thumbed at Harry's nipples mindlessly, which were already hard from the cold. He gasped, arching his back the tiniest bit. "F-Feels good, daddy." He breathed.
"Yeah?" Louis asks, taking another sip of his wine. "Did you miss daddy, baby?"
Harry nodded rapidly. "Yes, daddy, so much. Hate when you have to work." He pouts, but it quickly turns into a moan as Louis pinches his nipple between his thumb and pointer finger.
"I know, angel. I do, too. I miss my boy so much." Louis tilts Harry's chin towards him and connects their lips, sucking and nipping against Harry's.
Louis tastes of alcohol and peppermint and smells of sandalwood and warmth and Harry drinks every bit of it in. He loves the bitter taste of the wine on Louis' lips - he's not often allowed to have alcohol, only on special occasions, so he cherishes this - loves the heat radiating from the older man, loves the way Louis makes him feel safe and loved and so, so beautiful.
"H-Have I been good, daddy?" Harry asked, slightly breathless.
"So good, love." Louis hummed, nibbling at Harry's neck. "Always so good, baby."
Harry groaned, digging his nails into his thighs. "Can I suck you off daddy? I-I'll be so good, I promise, I'll be a good boy-"
"Go ahead, lovey. Suck daddy." Louis interrupted.
Harry dropped to the floor immediately, taking a breath before unbuttoning Louis' trousers, pulling them down to his knees. His cock was hard against his pants, a dark patch on the front of them. His fingers paused on the waistband of Louis' pants and he looked up at his daddy through his eyelashes. Louis nodded in encouragement, twisting Harry's curls around his fingers.
Harry pulled his pants down and Louis' cock slapped against his clothed chest. Harry stared at it hungrily before taking it in his hand tentatively. "Go ahead, princess. You're alright."
Harry blushed at the name and it sent a surge of excitement through his willy. He took Louis' tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the slit and moving his hand up and down Louis' shaft. He pulled off, kitten licking Louis' dick. "You taste so yummy, daddy," Harry purred.
Louis groaned, tugging on Harry's hair. Harry placed a soft kiss to Louis' tip, looking at his daddy with wide, red eyes. Louis groaned, pulling his baby back onto his cock by his collar, "Go on, baby. Take your treat." Harry squeaked in surprise and tried not to gag.
"Breath through it, baby boy. You can do it, angel. Doing so good, feels so good." Louis panted, wiping the tears from under Harry's eyes.
Harry breathed through his nose, closing his eyes tight. Louis fucked into his mouth slowly, getting Harry used to the feeling. He pawed at Louis' shirt, grabbing fistfuls of the fabric in his hands. He moaned against Louis' dick, making Louis buck up in response.
Harry's own dick was painfully hard, standing tall against his belly and leaking from the tip as he sucked around Louis. "Touch yourself, baby." Louis ordered.
Harry obeyed without hesitation, stroking himself quickly and groaning at the relief. "Come when you need to," Louis grunted. "Doing so well, babe."
Harry came not long after, and Louis came down Harry's throat as he moaned against his cock. "Oh, angel," Louis panted, helping Harry into his lap. "You did so good, baby." He pressed a chaste kiss to Harry's swollen lips, holding him close. "Daddy's proud of you."
Harry hummed at the praise, hiding his blushing face in Louis' shoulder. "Thank you, daddy," He mumbled tiredly.
"Do you want to have a nap and daddy'll fuck your pretty bum later, hm? Come inside you and plug your arse 'til morning?" Louis asked softly, brushing aside Harry's tangled curls.
His dick twitched in excitement and he nodded quickly, muttering a "Please, daddy," as his heavy eyelids slipped shut.
Louis chuckled softly and kissed Harry's temple. "Rest, baby. I'll see you soon, angel."