《Cold Night Boy (Larry au; BDSM)》~ 9 ~
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: kinky Smut, daddy kink and little headspace (if you don't know any of these terms, check the authors notes at the end. Everything is described there)
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The vein on Harry's sweaty neck was prominently popping out.
Single strands were stuck to his forehead that was covered in a layer of sweat while his muscles tightened as he threw another punch at the punching bag.
Comparing him to a God, wouldn't do him justice. Harry's chest was bare, glistening, while pearls of sweat ran down his body. His happy trail disappeared in his track pants.
He was lost in his own world, throwing punch after punch at the bag in front of him, getting more aggressive each time his bandaged hand met with the yielding fabric of the bag.
"See teddy, daddy is working out.." Louis giggled shyly in his teddys ear while he watched Harry curiously. He admired his body. He was so fit..
Louis looked down at his own tummy and jutted his lip out in a soft pout, "Harry's tummy is much better than Louis'.." He mumbled shyly and sighed, rubbing his eye with his sleeve covered fist.
It was already late. School would start on Monday (it was his last free Friday), yet Louis was persistent to keep Harry company while he worked out.
A grunt made Louis look up at the sweating man towering over him.
"Hello," he chirped softly and picked Harry's water bottle up, gently handing it up to the curly lad who greedily took it and continued to stare at Louis, eyes devouring what his body couldn't.
"Hello there", his voice hummed deeply, eyes sparkling in soft amusement, "do you like boxing?"
Louis nodded quickly.
"You have lots of muscles.. I don't." He shrugged shyly, lowering his gaze down to the floor, chewing on his lip.
He was so submissive that Harry grabbed his water bottle tightly, his knuckles turning white.
"Louis, your body is perfect. If you do want to build up muscles though, you can work out together with me." Harry loved Louis' body like it was.
Louis was skinny but with curves at the right place. Especially his round ass.
Harry chuckled at his thoughts and shook his head once before licking his lips, "do you wanna try?"
Louis blushed and squealed shyly, "o-okay?" He placed teddy down on Harry's bag, making sure his head looked up so he could watch Louis.
He awkwardly followed Harry back to the training area and stood there dumbfounded.
"You wanna wear the gloves?" Harry grinned, holding up a pair of red ones.
"Yes!" Louis giggled and slipped his tiny hands in there, letting Harry tighten them around his wrists. Harry wanted to destroy Louis' innocence.
Tying the boxing gloves around his wrists was killing him. But in a good way, since his body tingled and his boxers tightened only the slightest bit.
"Alright, buddy."
Harry moved behind the punching bag, holding it and smiling at Louis, "go on and hit it!" He encouraged softly, watching Louis chew on his lower lip in concentration.
As he threw his first punch Harry had to hold back a soft laugh. It was adorable.
A punch, so soft that Harry barely felt anything holding onto the punching bag.
Louis' cheeks flushed.
"I'm not good at hitting.." He said quietly and swallowed before trying it again and squeaking.
"Oh, love." Harry bit harshly down on his lower lip. How could the boy be so innocent and soft.
"It's not something for everyone.. You'll find the perfect sport for you."
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Louis nodded slowly and glanced past Harry to a group of girls that did yoga.
"That looks cool! I'm good at stretching!", Louis exclaimed happily and bit down in his lip.
"Yeah?" Harry flicked an eyebrow up.
"Then we should definitely walk over there right now and ask if you can join", Harry smiled and moved to pull the gloves of off Louis' hands.
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Harry palmed the bulge in his track pants, being happy that the bag in front of him was covering his actions.
Louis did indeed join the yoga course.
And ten minutes later, Harry was hard in his pants, his eyes fixed on Louis' enormous bum that looked so spank-able. He wondered if Louis' ass cheeks would jiggle when he spanked them.
To a lovely pink shade.
Harry grunted very quietly, his eyes fluttering close before he opened them, staring right at Louis' bent over frame.
The second Louis giggled and stumbled a little, causing his bum cheeks to jiggle with the movement he spilled in his pants, eyes closed while his abs fluttered.
"Fucking hell.." He cursed out, rubbing the heel of his palm against the wetness in his pants to ease the orgasm out of his twitching slit.
He hasn't cum in a week. Means there was so much cum. So much of it that he'd wish for it to fill Louis' hole instead of his pants. He imagined Louis' belly swelling with the amount..
But Louis wasn't even an adult, he was a child. A child.
Harry ran a hand through his hair and pinched the bridge of his nose. As long as he wouldn't touch the boy, nothing could go wrong right? Nothing was inappropriate. As long as he kept his hands to himself.
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Harry didn't speak much on the way home. He kept his distance to the boy, frowning at his own behaviour because
Harry knew that Louis only deserved love. And oh how much feeling he had for this boy.
"Do you wanna go to the arcade tomorrow?" Harry mumbled and threw a glance over at Louis who talked quietly to his teddy bear.
"Arcade?" Louis gasped and smiled shyly before he nodded "yes! I've only heard of it but.. What I've heard, sounds pretty cool.. "
Louis bit down on his lower lip softly.
"Can I sleep in your bed again?"
Harry swallowed hard but found himself nodding, "of course. But that won't be possible anymore when you go to school, yeah? You're a big boy then.." Harry smiled weakly.
"And in my bed, you'd wiggle around too much. Instead of trying to fall asleep," Harry raised a playful eyebrow, having Louis pout and chuckled.
"M just trying to get comfyy" he whined and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Of course, little dove." Harry grinned and pulled up in front of his mansion, turning the engine off before he got out.
Louis trotted behind him.
The two had a late night snack before they got ready for bed.
Louis squealed as Harry chased him out of the bathroom to their bed and tackled him down playfully, "time for little boys to go to sleep!"
He growled and let himself plop down next to Louis.
Harry cleaned himself throughout, washing every stain of cum off his abdomen. Just like he did to Louis.
"But Louis wanna stay up!" He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, catching Harry's attention in a millisecond.
"What did you say?", he mumbled slowly and sat up, looking down at the younger boy.
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"Louis do not want to go to sleep.. Play!" He giggled shyly, Harry's eyes popping almost out of his head. He's heard of the phenomenon of slipping into a 'little headspace'.
Talking in third person. Acting little.
Harry exhaled shakily and cleared his throat. He was a Dom, yes but he never got confronted with this.
"Yes, Louis has to sleep. Every little boy needs a lot of sleep, you know?" He smiled softly and tucked some strands out of Louis' face.
The younger boy giggled and crawled up to Harry, pushing him down childishly and curled up to his side, sucking his thumb in his mouth.
"Daddy cuddle Louis?" He murmured around his thumb, lifting his baby blue eyes up to Harry.
"Of course," he said quietly and wrapped an arm around Louis, cuddling the small boy tighter to his chest.
He was used to Louis behaving little at some occasions. Acting clingy, shy and clumsy. But he never experienced it like that. With Louis behaving like he'd be a little.
"Can't wait to go to the arcade.. Daddy 'n' Louis are going to have so much fuun.." He yawned cutely and closed his eyes, even breaths escaping his lightly parted lips in a matter of seconds.
"Good night, baby boy.."
Harry would definitely talk to Louis about that tomorrow. After they went to the Arcade.
How was he supposed to handle Louis like this when he would be going to school? What if Louis slipped into a headspace at school??
He had no idea.
But Harry was going to take good care of Louis.
Harry was lost in his thoughts, till he finally fell asleep. Not for long though because he woke up in the middle of the night to the younger boy suckling curiously on his nipple. Louis somehow managed to slide Harry's shirt up to said place and latched his mouth to the hardening nub.
Harry hissed as Louis bit down once before he hummed happily, wrapping his arm tighter around Harry's chest and went back to suckling.
Louis was hard against Harry's thigh. And Louis was humping him. While the younger boy was asleep.
"D-daddy", he whimpered out softly, stilling his sucking movements for a second until he got back to it, grinding against Harry's hip.
"Shh, baby boy" Harry hummed softly, voice dripping with sleep and he wasn't sure if he was awake or dreaming all of this. But Louis next moan seemed pretty real for him.
"Can't touch you pretty boy.." Harry whispered and stroked over Louis' fringe, pushing some out of his face before he retraced his hollowed cheeks. He wondered if Louis would hollow his cheeks like that too if he'd be sucking Harry's dick.
"Daddy.. Help" Louis muffled out, fast asleep. Harry's hand was stuttering as he moved it down to Louis' shoulder blade and across his side, down to his waist. Harry was weak.
He turned to his side slowly, pressing the whimpering boy to his chest. Louis whined and searched for Harry's nipple again, mouth open and ghosting over Harry's skin until he found the other one and sucked. The nipples of the curly haired lad were very sensitive, so it was no surprise his cock was hardening for the second time this day.
"God Louis.. Daddy's going to help you" Harry moaned out, sliding his hand down to the lower back of Louis before he pushed his palm in his boxershorts, grasping Louis ass cheek. It felt even more perfect than he imagined.
"Daddy!" Louis woke up with a squeal, eyes blown the same way as he fell asleep. Louis was still in his little space.
"F-feel good, Louis like.." The younger boy moans out, sucking Harry's puffy nipple back into his mouth while the older man spread his ass cheeks and ran his fingertip over Louis fluttering pink hole. He wished he could bury his face in there.
But since Louis was in his headspace and this was their first intimate moment, he didn't want to take things too fast.
"Mmhmngh!" Louis whimpered as he pressed forward, finding a solid hardness to press against so he ground harder against Harry. Their boxershorts were moving with the rough tugging and Louis was wildly pushing back against Harry's finger.
The very tip of his pointer finger slipped inside Louis' virgin asshole, making the man see stars, "fuck.. So pretty Louis", Harry moaned out, voice deep and low as their covered cocks brushed together roughly.
"Gonna make daddy cum.. Such a good boy for daddy" Harry whispered and delved into Louis' neck, ravishing it with kisses but watching out not to leave any hickeys.
"daddy c-come w-where?" he asked innocently and half giggled half moaned as Harry's cock shot hard thick ropes of cum into his boxershorts. Louis could feel the wetness against his cock. The wetness of Harry's cum.
Louis followed quickly, cumming right after Harry until he collapsed and passed out. Harry's breathing evened out after a while and he pulled the limp boy on top of him with a soft chuckle.
"You're full of surprises, my little boy.." He cooed and kissed his sweat forehead, wrapping his arms around the passed out boy.
For the first time, he really enjoyed cuddling after an intimate moment. He just wanted to take care of Louis.
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: Some definitions for better understanding!!
- The head space a little finds themselves in during their transition, regression or when they become their little persona. Some littles are always littles and always in little space. For others it's something to regress into.
- a little is a person who mentally (or physically) feels younger than they physically are. The term little is often a broad spectrum. It can cover all types of individuals who feel they are younger than their physical age. A little is roughly around the ages of 0-12. We don't set these ages in stone because not every little has an age and not every little feels they represent the above listed age.
- a person who prefers a masculine identifying title, sometimes takes on the role of a Dominant but can be the submissive as well. Usually the caretaker for a little.
- An individual who is the "top" in a BDSM relationship or BDSM spectrum relationship. They tend to be the person who makes the rules, and doles out the punishment. They are also the protector of their submissive.
- A Submissive is an individual who is the "bottom" in a BDSM or BDSM spectrum relationship. They tend to be the person who receives the punishment and have to follow the enforced rules. They are the protected.
- a type of role play where an individual acts out an age younger than they physically are. They are playing out a role. Because of this they are not considered littles.
Louis will be slipping in quite often in this fanfiction. His 'normal' self will what little Louis did. Means Louis will not remember that he got off with Harry!!
(Not yet anyways)
If you have questions, shoot.
for reading my stuff, it makes me very happy I never thought that people would actually enjoy reading my works haha x
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