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“H, baby?” Louis called out, hearing his voice echo through the empty room. The empty house, actually, which made Louis consider whether or not it was maybe just a bit too big. Just because they had the money to afford it didn’t mean that they had to buy one of those grand sweeping mansions.

Though, the plus side of having this many bedrooms in one house meant that their families could all stay there for Christmas and his birthday, which could be magical.

Maybe the furniture would insulate against the echoes.

“Yeah?” Harry responded. He sounded far away but if there was one thing his boyfriend knew how to do it was project his voice.

“Come in here a minute?” Louis responded. He’d found a bit of an anomaly in the room he was currently in, and he couldn’t work out. He was in a guest bedroom in what the realtor had referred to as the ‘west wing’ of the house, which sounded a bit too posh for Louis’ liking. To stop himself from snorting when she mentioned it he’d poked his tongue out at Harry to make him laugh instead, as the easiest way of getting himself out of trouble was getting Harry into it.

After her quick tour she’d thankfully left them to explore, which was always Louis’ favourite part. The houses they were viewing nowadays usually belonged to rich freaks, so often when he and Harry were finally cleared to scuttle around and open all the cupboards and check behind the doors they’d find something crazy.

This one, though, he just couldn’t put his finger on.

Eventually he heard the clack of Harry’s boots on the hardwood floor getting closer, and once he was in the room Louis didn’t bother to turn to him and instead pointed at some metal circles screwed quite securely into the ground. There were some on the walls too, and the ceiling, all very particularly placed but Louis couldn’t quite get there on connecting them.

“Lookit. Can’t be for like curtains or summat, right? S’weird,” Louis insisted, toeing one with his sneaker and finally looking over at Harry.

He looked far too stunning for house hunting. His knee length peacoat was open and billowy, his jeans skin tight and the black t-shirt underneath scooped enough to catch a glimpse of his tattoos. It was outrageous, really, on a sunny winter's day to have that much cleavage out - but his man was committed to his aesthetic if nothing else.

“Hmm,” Harry hummed curiously, coming over to inspect the ones on the wall closer. He padded around with his hands clasped behind his back before he raised his hand to knock on the wall behind the small metal rings. As he did that they both discovered they were placed specifically on the studs, given the thick thud noise his knuckles made.

“Maybe they were really safety conscious and it’s to like, anchor furniture or summat? Like if there was an earthquake? Or to stop it from squishing kiddies or whatever?” Louis suggested, knowing in his heart he was wrong because he’d seen anchored furniture and they never normally involved rings, just hinge like screws.

“I think I know what it is,” Harry decided after a few moments of reaching on his tiptoes and tapping against the roof to find they were on load bearing beams too.

“Yeah? Spit it out then, Styles,” Louis insisted, since he knew Harry was drawing it out on purpose to bother him.

Harry instead went over to the bare wall and placed himself in between the rings, slinging his arms up like a scarecrow and then a bit higher, then spread his legs so he made an X shape with his body.

“Lookit. Can tie me up,” Harry insisted, breaking into a grin and flicking his long curly hair out of his face.

“Come off it,” Louis scoffed, but his brow furrowed at how they did seem perfectly placed once you put a body in between them. That didn’t explain the floor ones though, or the ceiling.

“I’m serious,” Harry whined, abandoning his pose and coming closer to Louis. He wrapped his arms around Louis’ shoulder so Louis was happy to reciprocate and snuck his arms around Harry’s waist, getting under the coat to leech some warmth into his hands. “These ones in the middle will be for suspension rigging, I reckon,”

“Suspension rigging?” Louis responded, cocking his head to the side and smiling when Harry leant down to kiss him.

“It’s like you’ve never watched BDSM porn,” Harry sighed as if that was such a big personality flaw.

“Yeah, because I never get a chance to watch porn, since you’re always on me cock,” Louis insisted back defensively, as if that was such a big personality flaw too.

“It’s when they do bondage but then like, hoist them up in the air. The ones down there will be to anchor it, I reckon,” Harry insisted, nodding down at the floor. “Bet this was their little red room. They must have painted it before it went on the market. Would hate to get a blacklight on it,” Harry teased as Louis made a face at the thought.

“Why would you want to do all that? Like, get strung up or whatever?” Louis asked objectively. “Surely would kill your boner, takes a lot of time, doesn’t it?”

Harry shrugged, clearly thinking about it as he stared over Louis’ head. “I dunno. I think it sounds dreamy. Like… what a build up, right? Someone taking the time to purposefully tie you up, make all the knots. Looks so pretty too. Then like, imagine you’re just bound, like… can’t do anything. You’d have to trust that person so much, cause they could do whatever they wanted to you, once you were tied,” Harry explained slowly.

Louis hummed with intrigue, leaning in to kiss Harry’s neck because he wasn’t aware of his boyfriend's interest in the subject at all. “Yeah? Sounds like you’ve considered it, lovie,” Louis murmured to him.

“Yeah,” Harry sighed, then giggled a bit. “Maybe,”

“Well,” Louis hummed, taking that into account as he looked around the room again. Harry would look beautiful, he thought, tied up like that. Black rope against his pale skin. Maybe pink, even, if he took a fancy to it. “If we get this house maybe we can look into it,” Louis offered.

“Yeah? You’d want to?” Harry responded curiously.

Louis shrugged, moving his hands to squeeze his waist, trailing his fingers over his sides and down to his hips.

“Yeah, honey. If you’re interested then who am I to put a spanner in your works?”

“I dunno, I think I would love it if you put a spanner in my works,” Harry insisted, waggling his eyebrows and bordering on looking deranged as he tried to come on to Louis.

Louis valiantly resisted his flirtation and instead rolled his eyes, using his grip on Harry’s hips to forcibly turn him towards the door and tapping his bum to get him moving.

“I will put a spanner in your works if you’re not careful. Lets get around the rest of this house, yeah? We’ve still got two more to look at today,” Louis insisted to him, crowding behind him to get him moving and out of the room.

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In the end it was a lot of Youtube videos and how-to articles. Louis hid it from Harry and practiced in secret, usually when his boyfriend was at the gym or recording vocals or something else that meant Louis got some rare alone time.

He was going to work out how to do this bondage thing if it killed him. That dreamy look on Harry’s face was everything, and he wanted to do whatever it took to capture it again.

Louis was pathetic at it to start with, all fingers and thumbs, but as he continued to learn and practice on his own thighs or ankles it started to take shape. It wasn’t like he was a master or anything, but he could tie something that was decent and neat, and in the process discovered what was too loose or too tight.

It was a bit slippery using cords and things they had lying around, and he was sure it would be much easier with actual bondage ropes, but he couldn’t risk buying them just yet. Not until he could work out when their next break was. They just needed some alone time, at least 24 hours or so. Then Louis would strike.

Very slowly and consensually, of course, because it did take him a while to get those knots right.

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They did end up getting that house. Not because of the hardware, but because aside from that, it ticked almost every other box on the checklist.

Close enough to London for work but secluded enough that they wouldn’t have nosey neighbours. Enough rooms to hold the size of their joined family, but still felt cosy. It wasn’t too modern - that was Harry’s prerequisite - and it was within the price range.

While they were on tour Harry was addicted to online shopping for the furniture to fill it, getting things here and there and arranging for them to be installed with their ‘people’ on the ground. It was funny what fame had brought them, having ‘people’ to do these things.

So when they returned for a well earned break it was to a furnished, stocked, and arranged house. A home, really, since that was what Harry had made it with his crafty shopping. Louis hadn’t realised that it was more-so on auction sites than anything else, because a lot of the furniture seemed to be second-hand or antique, providing its own little story before it became part of theirs.

Once they’d been home a few days and slept off the jet-lag, he went to explore what he was referring to in his mind as the ‘red room’ despite its creamy white walls and brown panelling. There were still a few areas of the house he hadn’t properly visited, and he didn’t want to seem too keen to find out what Harry had done with it specifically, lest he give himself away.

As he wandered inside he looked around curiously, because it was a bit more bare than the other spare rooms. Harry had purchased a bed, a massive one at that, and it was fairly modern. There was a chest of drawers over to the side and the only other contents were a lot of cardboard boxes. Bit lazy, that, considering the crew had unpacked and set up everything else. Louis wondered if Harry had noticed.

He stepped closer to inspect them, finding them all labelled with a handwritten ‘DNO’, and he couldn’t tell where they were from as the senders on the labels were pretty innocuous. He gave a smaller box a shake, hearing the unidentified contents rattle around but it wasn’t any clearer to him what it was.

Louis decided the only thing for it was opening the boxes himself. He was curious now, and really, they were in their house, and he knew Harry didn’t have any real secrets from him. If his gut was right, this might be a secret they were both sharing. His keys slid through the tape of the small box he was still holding, and he pulled aside the cardboard to reveal a sparkly pink plug. As in, a plug that would go up somebody's arse.

If the sheer amount of boxes and the sizes and shapes of them were to indicate anything, it would seem that Harry had gone on a very naughty shopping spree. He ran his eyes over the collection and hummed, wondering when Harry was planning on bringing this up to him. Louis sliced open a few more boxes, rifling around to see if he knew his boy as well as he thought he did, considering he assumed the inspiration for the collection of sex toys stemmed from the conversation they’d had in this room the very first time they saw it.

As predicted, there was an entire box dedicated to ropes. Harry had gone a bit wild, getting all different lengths and materials, and Louis was happy to see he’d purchased some safety shears alongside them.

Maybe Harry did know that Louis had been practicing. He wouldn’t put it past him, plus on tour they practically lived in one another's pockets. Louis was pleased to know regardless of whether he was aware or not, he was clearly keen and wanting to participate.

All Louis needed to do now was nail down an undisturbed afternoon.

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The opportunity came unexpectedly - to Louis anyway. On their last day of their short break Harry had made Louis come on a tour of the house to quote ‘show him how he’d set up the guest rooms’. They ended with the ‘red’ room, of course, where Harry had crowded up behind Louis and ran his hands over his stomach, his chin resting on Louis’ shoulder so he could whisper in his ear.

“I saw you got into my boxes,” Harry had told him.

“How do you know that wasn’t the movers?” Louis had asked back, happily melting against his boyfriend's front.

“Because they’d respectfully written ‘do not open’ on all of them. And they were taped up when we got home,” Harry countered.

Louis humphed, turning his head and trying to distract Harry with a kiss, pouting when Harry only pecked him.

“We don’t have to do that stuff if you’re not into it. I just thought - if we wanted to, pays to have it on hand,” Harry shrugged.

He’d put all the boxes away, Louis noted, assuming that the contents had been moved into the chest of drawers. He wondered how he’d organised it. Plugs in the top drawer, ropes on the bottom? Had Marie Kondo recommended way to store your sex toys yet?

“You can’t just spontaneously do that kind of shite, H. What, am I just gonna hog-tie ya? Do a shoelace bow-tie and call it a day?” Louis questioned.

Harry shrugged, continuing to feel Louis over and brushing under his t-shirt.

“Could do. Think we might want to work up to that though, since we’d have to learn. Can stick a dildo in me though, you’ve practised sticking things in me arse one or twice,” Harry advised sagely.

Louis decided to stop leading him on and turned around in Harry’s grip, looping his hands over his shoulders and nesting his fingers into the back of Harry’s long, beautiful hair.

“What if I’d already been learning?” Louis questioned, eyebrows raised.

He watched Harry’s expression flicker through a few emotions before settling on intrigue, his hands continuing to roam and sliding down to Louis’ arse now he had access to it.

“Learning what?”

“How to tie the ropes and that,” Louis responded, biting the inside of his lip when Harry’s smile threatened to burst across his face.

“Yeah? When?” he questioned.

“When you were busy, on the bus. You seemed so into it when we discussed it, thought it might be a nice surprise for ya even if we didn’t end up with this house,” Louis shrugged, giving Harry’s hair the lightest little tug and watching the bliss settle over his man’s face as he made a small noise in the back of his throat.

“It is a nice surprise for me,” Harry insisted, leaning in to kiss down Louis’ jaw. “Can you do it right now? Before we go back on tour? Or do you need to learn more?”

Louis considered whether he was ready to put his knowledge to the test for a few moments before nodding, remembering the shears Harry had purchased. Worst came to worst he’d be able to cut him free in a few seconds flat.

“We can do it now, yeah. If you wanted to,” Louis agreed.

Harry’s hands shifted from Louis’ bum and one of them grabbed his arm, guiding Louis’ hand to the front of his comfy house joggers he had on. Louis could feel the shape of him through the thin fabric, half-hard already so he gave him a rewarding squeeze.

“I really want to,” Harry insisted, giving Louis a slow smooch.

And that was how they’d ended up in the current situation - Harry, shirtless, his wrists neatly bound together in front of him with a black rope as Louis triple checked it wasn’t too tight.

“You’re sure it doesn’t hurt?” Louis questioned, poking his finger in the gaps and feeling Harry’s fingers to make sure they weren’t cold and losing blood. They looked fine, though, so Louis was pretty sure he’d done it right.

“It doesn’t hurt, Lou,” Harry reassured him again, nodding from his little criss-cross position in the centre of the bed. “It feels good. Sexy,”

“Sexy,” Louis repeated thoughtfully, humming a bit and looking around. He had a few other rope bundles next to himself, along with the shears, and he plotted his next move. He knew what he wanted to do, but was just calculating the order he was going to do it in.

“I’m not going to - suspend you, or anything. We’d need to check the anchors are actually strong enough and stuff, and like, they said in the forums and that, about you should learn from people in the scene how to do it, so ehm, we can - that’s later,” Louis explained to Harry.

Harry nodded patiently at him, and when Louis took a moment to take him in properly he smiled to himself, feeling pleased at how beautiful Harry looked. The black rope contrasted so nicely against his pale skin and his tattoos, almost like he was made to be tied up. Louis had thought he may not have the patience for it, but it seems like he might prove himself wrong.

“That’s okay Lou. I don’t want to be up in the air our first time,” Harry reassured him.

“Good, yeah,” Louis replied, eyeing the anchor on the roof. “Though I do want to try, ehm, rigging your arms up through that one?” Louis said, pointing above them both. “Like, so you’re - your arms and hands are above your head,”

Harry’s eyes dilated notably as he nodded again, more enthusiastically.

“I’d like that,” Harry breathed.

“Just, ehm. They say to - when I was reading and stuff, they said a safe word is good, or like, traffic lights? So if I ask, you can say you’re green, which is good, or orange which means you want to stop what’s happening and talk about something before we continue, then red is to stop completely. And you can say them anytime, you don't have to wait until I ask. Do you want to do that? Just since you won’t - you can’t use your hands,” Louis offered, feeling a little silly but he’d rather be safe than sorry.

Harry nodded quickly, giving Louis a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll do that. And you do it too, okay?” Harry encouraged.

Louis giggled a little, not really seeing how he could possibly feel uncomfortable or need help, but he nodded regardless because he liked to make Harry happy.

“Okay, sure. So how are you feeling about me rigging your hands?”

“Green, Lou. Really green. You?”

“Extra extra green,” Louis laughed.

So Louis did it.

He started with getting Harry to just hold the rope as he ran it through the ring on the ceiling and a ring on the floor, fashioning a slipknot so if Harry tugged too hard it would simply just allow him to lower his arms.

He came back to the bed and tied the new rope into the existing bind, making sure that was secure too before going back to his slipknot and adjusting it until Harry’s arms were bound above his head.

“Give it a little tug, H?” Louis asked him softly, watching Harry try to pull down. The slipknot only moved when he really tugged hard, so Louis readjusted it once they’d finished experimenting so that Harry was pulled taut, the long line of his back looking gorgeous from behind.

“How’s that?” Louis asked when he came back over to him, smiling when he saw Harry’s cheeks were ruddier than when he’d left him.

“It’s good, yeah,” Harry replied.

“You let me know the minute it feels uncomfortable,” Louis insisted, watching him from the side of the bed and smiling just a bit wolfishly. “Now what am I to do? You’re laid out so lovely for me,”

Harry swallowed a little thicker, his eyes searching Louis’. “Whatever you want,”

“Whatever I want,” Louis echoed, tapping his chin in thought and hopping back on the bed. “Well, what I want is see your pretty body,”

Harry nodded just a slight bit so Louis took that as the permission he was seeking, getting his hands on either side of Harry’s joggers and tucking into his underwear too, coaxing them all down his legs and exposing him completely.

“God, you’re heavenly,” Louis insisted, chucking his joggers over to the side and watching Harry struggle just a touch to get himself comfy now he’d shifted position and couldn’t use his hands to settle in again. “I’m going to bind your legs too. Would you like that? Being completely tied up?”

Harry let out a moan and Louis saw his half hard cock twitch, smiling when he tried to hide it with his thighs.

“Green,” Harry murmured to him.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then. Then there’ll be no hiding your pretty cock from me,” Louis insisted, leaning in close to peck Harry’s lips. “Can you ask me nicely?”

“Can you please bind my legs too please Daddy?” Harry asked him sweetly.

“Of course I can,” Louis said to him, smiling and giving him another kiss before turning to select another black rope, making sure the length was correct before returning his attention back to Harry.

It was a bit slow to start with, but he got one of Harry’s legs bent at the knee so his feet were planted on the duvet and then got to work on tying it like that, making sure he was thorough and neat and always testing the tension so he didn’t hurt his boy.

As he completed one leg he admired his little masterpiece, his attention settling back on Harry properly and taking in how good he was being. He was being so patient, but his breath was slightly more laboured and his eyes near black. His cock hung somewhere between soft and half-hard between his legs, partially exposed now that his one leg was bound.

“What’s going on here, then?” Louis hummed softly as he collected another rope to get started on the other leg. He gently stroked the back of his finger over Harry’s dick, smiling as it jumped just a bit since it hadn’t been touched yet.

“I’m pacing myself,” Harry breathed, but as he was talking Louis watched it fill out a bit more.

“Can see that,” Louis murmured, stroking up Harry’s bare inner thigh with a light hand as he admired him, spreading him a bit wider. “Such a pretty cock,”

“Lou,” Harry whined quietly, his cock fattening even further at the attention Louis was giving it.

“What, baby? Whole point of this is I can do what I want, yeah? Look at every inch of you, do whatever I like with it,” Louis murmured, gently manoeuvring Harry’s leg to mirror the same position as the other tied up one, thigh pressed into calf.

“Yeah,” Harry panted softly at the reminder, nodding his head. “Yeah, play with me. I’m your toy,”

Louis schooled his surprise at Harry's statement, glad for his previous extensive media training so he didn’t give away his shock under the little persona he was playing for him.

He and Harry had never been quite this kinky. They’d played with the Daddy thing before, which they both seemed to like, and maybe a few other things here and there like choking one another or a bit of spanking, but nothing like this. Nothing that felt quite so intense.

“My perfect toy,” Louis reassured him, recovering quickly as he leaned in for another peck before starting to wind the rope around Harry’s other leg, fashioning little knots as he went and doing the same meticulous checks along the way.

Once he was finally bound Louis sat back to admire his work, running his eyes over Harry and smiling when Harry bowed his legs inwards as if to try cover up again.

Louis tutted, shaking his head and reaching for more rope. “That won’t do. Can’t have my toy being shy with me,” Louis insisted.

He then went about rigging two more ropes into the same slipknot formation that he had done before, running them through the ceiling and anchoring them to the ground. He then affixed them to his leg ropes, less about raising them upwards and more just pinning them into the spread position, making it so he was resting on his bum but having to rely on the ropes to keep him upright.

“That’s better, isn’t it? Now I can admire you properly,” Louis insisted, smiling to himself as Harry tried to move himself around to no real avail. This seemed to turn him on more, his cock twitching proudly between his thighs.

“Yeah, Daddy. You can. What are you going to do to me?” Harry asked him, already sounding strung out.

“Mm, still deciding,” Louis murmured, leaning in to kneel between Harry’s legs and kiss a soft pudgy bit of thigh spilling between the ropes, giving it a small suck. He felt Harry’s cock twitch against his hair so he ran his tongue along the skin, moving to kiss around a few other parts of his inner thigh while he mused.

“It’s just that I could do anything, baby. You understand, right? All these things I want to do? Don’t want to miss out on my opportunity to play,” Louis added, pointedly skipping over Harry’s rapidly hardening cock and going to give the opposite thigh the same treatment.

“We can do it again, whenever you want,” Harry assured him quickly.

Louis let out a hot breath of laughter against Harry’s thigh, humming and kissing down to where his thigh met his crotch.

“Yeah, I know baby. I meant for our first time trying this. You really do like it, huh?” Louis assured him, licking through the slight fold in his skin and nipping the edge of his pubic region.

“I really, really like it Louis,” Harry assured him quite seriously, and when Louis glanced up he found Harry’s eyes staring deep into his soul.

“I can tell,” Louis replied, glancing back down to place a peck square on the tip of Harry’s cock before pushing back completely. “What do you like about it?”

“That you’re completely in control,” Harry replied as Louis got up to wander over to the chest of drawers to see what Harry had put away. “That you could - you could overstimulate me, you could edge me. It’s driving me crazy not knowing, making my heart race,”

Louis nodded interestedly, pursing his lips as he grabbed some lube, knowing he’d definitely need that, then cherry picking some other items and bringing them over to the bed. He placed them behind Harry so they weren’t in his line of sight, then came back around to his front and knelt between his legs.

“Don’t think I’ll tell you, then. What I have planned for you,” Louis decided, getting his hands on Harry’s hips and tugging him a bit, so he was more exposed than before. “Think I’ll just do it. Would you like that? What colour is that?”

Harry nodded enthusiastically, gasping when Louis tugged him forward and put more strain on his arms.

“Yes, please. Green. Really green,” Harry replied, his eyes widening when Louis retrieved a plug from behind his body.

Louis poured some lube generously over the toy, using his fingers to spread it as he eyed Harry curiously.

“Maybe I’ll put a blindfold on you, so you can’t see what’s happening either,” Louis mused, though he knew he wouldn’t - not this time at least. He wanted Harry to see what was going on for his own safety and ability to advocate. “Earmuffs so you can’t hear. Almost completely without any senses,”

“Lou,” Harry whined again, making a small choked noise when Louis pressed the tip of the plug against his hole and circled it lightly, pressing inside just incrementally.

“A gag too? You wouldn’t know where I was, what I was doing, and you couldn’t ask either. Does that turn you on H?” Louis questioned, pressing the plug inside him a bit firmer and watching it disappear inside of his body.

“Yes, yes, Daddy, it does,” Harry moaned, arching and pulling against his restraints, making a more guttural noise when Louis pulled the plug out halfway, then pressed it in again, just playing with him.

“Do you know what turns me on? This pretty little hole of yours,” Louis complimented, fucking him with the plug slowly and watching him take it over and over. “Always so eager. Greedy, maybe,” Louis shrugged, moving to lay on his side as if he was relaxing on a beach, propping his head up with his elbow bent and his hand on his cheek.

“It’s yours. Greedy for you,” Harry assured him quickly.

Louis hummed airily as if that were quite interesting, pushing the plug right in again and then grabbing the base, angling it around until he could find his prostate. Harry was properly hard now so Louis knew when he’d found it, purposefully keeping the angle and rubbing it back and forth, over and over.

“Yeah, ‘course you are,” Louis agreed, smiling to himself as Harry’s head tipped back between his arms and he let out a groan, starting to writhe from the stimulation.

Louis kept up his teasing until he saw a bead of precome form at the tip of Harry’s cock. He let go of the base of the plug and instead lightly stroked the back of his fingers over Harry’s balls, appreciating the soft skin before stroking along underneath his cock and using his fingertip to collect the precome.

He made sure Harry was watching as he sucked his finger into his mouth, then came back to his cock and tapped it a few times to watch it bounce, testing how hard he was. When Harry was reasonably hard like this his cock jutted out from his body, but when he got really close it pinned flat to his stomach, angling towards his hip. They weren’t quite there yet.

“I don’t think you’re tied up quite enough for my liking,” Louis announced after a moment or two of just toying with his cock, flicking his eyes up to see what Harry thought.

“No?” Harry asked. He had the lightest layer of sweat on his forehead now, a few strands of his hair stuck to it. Louis thought he looked beautiful.

“No. Did you happen to see what I got for the room when you were putting everything away?” Louis asked Harry curiously, reaching up to push his hair back from his forehead to make him more comfortable.

Harry furrowed his brow as Louis sat upright again, sliding his hands possessively over Harry’s body and feeling up his soft waist.

“I don’t think so,” Harry replied after a few moments of thought.

Louis reached behind him and produced a bundle of pink ribbon, only a few millimetres wide and dangled it in front of Harry’s face.

“Not this?” Louis questioned.

Louis watched Harry eyeing it and he shook his head, shrugging as much as he could in his bound position.

“I thought it came with a toy. Like for decoration or something,” Harry answered.

Louis let out an amused laugh as he untied it, starting to measure out lengths of the ribbon by eyeballing it and then snipping them with the shears.

“Yeah, something like that,” Louis noted. He cut out about ten lengths before placing the scissors down, picking one up and winding it around Harry’s cock slowly. “I thought they’d look so pretty on my toy,”

Louis felt Harry’s cock twitch against his hand as he tied the ribbon around the base of his dick, tying a neat bow with it and then looking up expectantly at Harry.

His mouth was hanging open now, looking down and seeming to put two and two together on what Louis was doing.

“Thank you Daddy,” Harry whispered, licking his lips and taking a sharp breath before looking up at Louis. “Can I have more?”

“Of course my love,” Louis granted, grabbing another piece and following the same motion, just leaving a little bit of space between the first one and the new one. “You want your cock to be pretty for me, don’t you?”

Harry whined and squirmed again, nodding and making a more desperate noise as Louis reached for another one. “Lucky you’re being so good for me. You’d be squirming way too much for Daddy to do this for you if you weren’t all tied up, right?”

“Yeah,” Harry cried out, but it was etched with desperation.

“I got you, baby. You’re doing so well for me,” Louis assured him, continuing up the length of his cock until he tied a last one just below the head of his cock, leaving the tip exposed. “And one for your pretty balls too, yeah?” Louis insisted, tying a bow around the top of them to match.

Once he was done he ran his fingertips lightly over the slightly ridged surface, not particularly worried about tying these ones too tight because cocks seemed to have a miraculous way of making do with the space they had.

“Feels so nice Daddy,” Harry breathed, whimpering when Louis removed his hand and looking even more confused when Louis got to his feet on the bed.

“It’s okay, darling, just checking in on your hands,” Louis assured him, stepping around so that his feet were either side of Harry’s body, standing behind his legs so they weren’t in the way, and purposefully putting his still clothed cock close to Harry’s face.

He played innocent though, absently poking and prodding at his hands like it was all just for safety.

“Can you squeeze my finger please love?” Louis hummed, testing his circulation was still fine and then gasping when he felt Harry brush his face against his crotch, as if he didn’t know that he’d go for it the minute he put it in front of him.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” Louis asked, smiling as Harry did as he was told and squeezed his fingers regardless.

“I want it,” Harry pouted, nuzzling again insistently before leaning back and opening his mouth ever so invitingly, sticking his tongue out like a welcome mat.

“You want it?” Louis replied, pursing his lips as he reached down the front of his body and cupped himself through his joggers. He was hard, of course, from seeing Harry in such a state, so he didn’t need much convincing. “And you weren’t even willing to use your manners? Can’t want it that bad,”

“I want it please, Daddy,” Harry corrected instantly, watching with fascination as Louis slid his hand inside of his joggers right in front of his eyes. Louis stroked himself a few times for Harry’s gaze, as if he was just checking it all out, before grinning down at him.

“That’s better,” Louis responded, pushing his joggers down enough to get his cock out and stroke it just in front of Harry’s face instead of under his joggers. As Harry lunged forward to get it Louis in turn leant back, tutting as he jerked himself to get a bit harder for him.

“Ah-ah, just wait, poppet,” Louis murmured to him, shaking his head as he kept stroking himself, looking down at Harry and feeling his cock throb just a bit at the sight of him. “You look so pretty for me. Got me so hard just from looking. I think we’ll definitely do this more often. Have to takes some ropes with us on tour,”

Harry nodded emphatically in agreement, and Louis watched his eyes dart between his cock and his face like he couldn’t decide which to look at.

“I’d really like it if we did, Lou,” Harry assured him. He then opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out invitingly again, batting his eyelashes ever so prettily that Louis found it hard to avoid the temptation much longer.

“Squeeze my hand if you need to stop,” Louis insisted, moving one hand up to rest his fingers against Harry’s palm and then using the other to feed his cock into Harry’s mouth. He went slowly so Harry could get used to it, letting out a small moan when he felt the hot wet suction as Harry closed his lips around him.

Once he was inside Harry’s mouth he moved his hands to his long pretty hair, scooping it up into a handful near the crown of his head in a half hearted ponytail, giving it a small pull to keep him in place and started to shallowly fuck his mouth. Little curls sprung out and framed his face, making him look so angelic as he took it so gracefully.

Louis figured it was only fair, seeing as Harry was all tied up, that he put the effort in for the movement. He watched his cock slowly disappear and reappear between Harry’s lips, his big green eyes staring up at him in a way he could only describe as adoring. They were just a touch watery whenever Louis went a bit deeper and touched the back of his throat, but it only made him look more beautiful.

There was something perversely arousing about the fact that Harry was letting him use him how he pleased. That even though they had safety mechanisms in place, Harry had essentially handed himself over for Louis’ pleasure, and was clearly enthusiastic about it given how he was sucking fervently on his cock.

As Louis felt himself get closer and closer he got a bit sloppier with his thrusts, causing Harry to gag once or twice around him which only served to feel as amazing as it always did around the tip of his cock. Harry didn’t squeeze his hand though so Louis kept going, getting himself right up to the edge and starting to come before pulling out of Harry’s mouth to get him messy.

He quickly got his hand on his cock to keep up the stimulation as he orgasmed, watching his come land half in Harry’s spit slick mouth and then all down his front, over his chin and along his chest as Louis angled himself to coat him as much as he could. He groaned at the sight of Harry looking used, wanting to cover him since he was his toy for the evening and he knew he loved to get filthy.

“Fuck,” Louis mumbled eloquently when the haze started to lift a few seconds after he’d come, untangling himself from Harry so he could fall to his knees in front of him and try to recover from his high, even though it felt like his cock would barely have the chance to go down.

Harry looked wrecked. His hair was a mess and his eyes were shiny, cheeks pink alongside his swollen lips. He was licking them obscenely to try and clean up as much of Louis’ come as he could, but his own spit and Louis’ come mixed in a wet dribble on his chin. The thought that he couldn’t even wipe it made Louis’ cock give a weak twitch of interest.

Louis’ eyes trailed down his body and admired what a sight it was to have his come on Harry’s butterfly tattoo, properly claiming him. Then his eyes reached his cock that had filled out properly, arching itself back against Harry’s tummy and straining against his pretty bows. The top one or two rows of fabric had some drippy damp stains from his precome.

Louis thought he’d never looked more beautiful.

“Are you okay H? Colour?” Louis asked him softly, because Harry was staring at him with a more dazed expression than he’d seen on him outside of being drunk or high.

It took Harry a moment before he nodded, shifting against his ropes.

“Yes. Green,” he answered clearly, whining loudly and looking at Louis desperately. “Need to come Daddy,” he begged.

Louis nodded, because that bit was at least obvious to him.

“What if I want to keep playing with you?” Louis asked him curiously. Harry loved a bit of overstimulation, so he wanted to see how far he could push him, if he wanted to be pushed.

Harry cried out, his head falling back between his arms again as he clearly lost the will to hold it up and thrashed some against his restraints. Not hard enough to pull on the slipknots, though, so Louis knew he was just being dramatic for the sake of it.

“Please Daddy,” Harry begged again, though it didn’t seem to be for anything in particular. It definitely didn’t sound like he was terribly opposed to the idea of being played with a little longer.

Louis hummed in consideration, taking his time to tuck himself back away into his joggers, fitting them across his hips neatly before sitting cross legged between Harry’s thighs and reaching for the base of his plug.

That caught Harry’s attention, so he pulled his head back up to look curiously at what Louis was doing. As Louis circled it slowly he looked over Harry’s face, seeing his eyes were wet so he pouted and leant in to kiss his knee reassuringly.

“It’s okay love. You’re okay, yeah? I’m looking after you. You’re good?” Louis explained to him softly, watching his abs jump each time Louis brushed the tip of the plug over his prostate.

“I know Daddy,” Harry sniffed in agreement, his eyes stuck on Louis’ hand. “Green. Promise,”

He kept it up for a few more rotations before removing it from Harry’s body completely, gently tapping his hole with it to give him the smallest bit of stimulation possible.

“Reckon you can come untouched?” Louis asked Harry curiously. “If I just play with your pretty little hole?”

Harry nodded quickly, his hair getting over his face so Louis benevolently tucked it behind his ear, though he left the come and the spit where it was on his chin.

“Definitely,” Harry assured him.

Louis took that on board and turned the plug to life by pressing a button at the base of it, hearing it start to hum rhythmically as it vibrated in his hand.

“What if you ruin your pretty bows I tied for you?” Louis questioned, pressing the pointy tip against his hole and watching his cock jerk in response. “You might get come all over them, baby. That would be a shame,”

“Sorry Daddy,” Harry half moaned, his breathing starting to get laboured, his chest heaving.

Louis moved the vibrator up to press against his balls, smiling at Harry’s small struggles against the overwhelming sensation before bringing it back down to his hole.

“Should be, baby. You’re really quite a messy toy. Covered in come and spit, and lube,” Louis mused, moving to lay on his side again like he had before so he was able to leisurely watch Harry as he teased him leisurely.

“Imagine if people saw you like this. If I invited people over while you were strung up,” Louis mused, lazily adding some more lube to the plug and using the tip of it to press it inside of his hole so it dripped and smeared messily on his skin and onto the bed.

“W-who would you invite?” Harry asked as he swallowed thickly, his voice a bit higher now he was getting closer. His cock was red and full now, arched back achingly hard and pressing flat against his skin. Louis thought it looked so gorgeous, so he leant in to give the underside a quick kiss and feel the heat of it against his lips.

“Hmm, not sure,” Louis mused, still just giving Harry only half an inch or so before taking the toy out, dragging the tip over the little bit of his cheeks that were exposed so that he was even messier. He clicked the button again to turn up the intensity. “Whoever might like to see you like this. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? If someone burst in the door right now and saw you being my toy? You don’t even care who,”

Harry moaned loudly and arched as much as he could to try and get more of the toy, and Louis noted his toes were so curled they were almost white.

“Thought so. An audience. My boy likes to perform, doesn’t he? Makes sense it would extend to this. Having people admire you when you look such a state. They’d be able to see exactly what I do to you, how crazy I drive you,” Louis insisted.

“Yes Daddy, please, want them to see,” Harry responded, his chest rising and falling quicker and his arms just a bit looser from all of his tugging.

“They’d talk, too. Say how pretty you are, how good you are for me,” Louis explained before finally pressing the toy back up inside of him, watching his hole greedily take it and his body convulse in pleasure when he finally got more than just light teasing.

“Oh! Fuck, Lou,” Harry whined, crying out and wriggling even more, getting just slightly more leeway so Louis hummed and hopped up from the bed to pull his slipknots tight again as if Harry wasn’t squirming around on the bed with a vibrator deep inside of him.

He tutted under his breath as Harry carried on whining and whimpering, his noises turning more guttural as his binds were tightened and pulling him taut again. Louis was happy to keep playing his nonchalant role, as it seemed to be driving Harry crazier.

“Maybe I’d let them have you too,” Louis noted when he came back closer to Harry, slipping in behind him now and watching him squirm. “Let them play with your mouth or your hole. Your pretty cock,” Louis added, feeling up along his waist and then lightly tickling under his arms, just because he could.

“I’d - yes, please! Daddy - Lou - it’s - can you, m’ so close, it’s not,” Harry stammered, tipping his head back against Louis' shoulder for support and really moaning his wee head off. Louis knew what he meant - the angle was wrong, it wasn’t quite on his prostate, but he knew the second it was it would make him come.

“I know baby, don’t worry. I’ll let you have it in a second. I’m just enjoying how pretty you sound,” Louis assured him, scooping his hair into a ponytail in his hand and using it to give him a good tug, then angling his head to get a kiss.

It was sloppy and messy and Harry could barely focus on it but Louis didn’t mind, he was incredibly intrigued by how much of a mess Harry was and he wished he could keep him like this forever.

“Daddy,” Harry whined, starting to cry again so Louis cooed and pulled his head to the side to kiss on his neck. He gave him a lick for good measure, biting and sucking where they technically weren’t meant to leave love bites but he could hardly help himself when Harry looked this good.

“Alright, alright. You’re too hard to resist,” Louis tutted, moaning a little at his slightly salty taste from the light sheen of sweat he’d acquired and nuzzling his nose in to get a bit more of his scent before pulling away.

“Gotta be good though and hold off as long as you can, okay?” Louis instructed, knee walking on the bed back around to Harry’s front so he could see him in all his glory.

Harry’s chest was a splotchy red now too, and Louis could see where the ropes were cutting into his legs was starting to get a little raw. He figured this was probably a good time to let him come, since any longer and he’d start to worry about his restraints cutting his circulation.

“Okay Daddy,” Harry responded, his voice hoarse.

“Good boy,” Louis praised, stroking his leg softly before reaching for the base of the plug. He pressed the button one more time to increase the intensity before starting to circle it inside of him, watching Harry’s body jump like it got an electric shock whenever he brushed over Harry’s prostate.

Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head as Louis circled a few more times before pinpointing exactly where it was, starting to rub the tip of the toy back and forth relentlessly over the spot inside of him and no more than a few seconds later did Harry go dead silent, and Louis watched as his cock started to come forcefully up his own torso.

It jerked wildly with each rope, jutting out from his body obscenely and only calming when it stopped nearly hitting his neck with his come, and instead dribbled all over Louis’ lovely bows, as predicted.

Louis was pretty sure that was the most amazing orgasm he’d seen Harry have, so he just watched him absolutely dumbstruck before jumping when Harry seemed to recover control over his throat. Harry crackled a sharp inhale, as if he was breathing again for the first time after being held underwater.

He made some unintelligible noises before tipping his head up, his eyes wildly searching for Louis’ own when Louis realised he was probably overstimulating him. He decided to be kind and fumbled for the button at the base of the plug to turn it off, leaving it inside of him since Harry always liked that full feeling.

“Okay? Colour?” Louis asked him quietly as Harry panted heavily, watching his face carefully and pouting when Harry burst into tears. He quickly moved to release the ropes that were suspending him, making sure to lower his arms carefully so he could lay back against the bed before quickly coming to his side.

“It’s okay, lovely. You’re alright. I have you,” Louis reassured him softly, wiping Harry’s tears. Do you need me to cut you out of them?” Louis asked, since that seemed to be the most important thing right now.

Harry shook his head and whimpered, still crying and trying to hide his face in the duvet before realising he could bring his hands up to his cheeks now to wipe away his tears and the rest of his mess.

“N-no, ‘m still green, I just feel overwhelmed,” Harry managed to stammer out, so Louis nodded and reached for a pillow to gently wedge underneath his head.

“Okay honey. That’s alright. We can work with that. Let me just get you settled and you’ll feel better in a second,” Louis assured him softly, leaning in to kiss his forehead and pushing his hair back before he got to work on starting to undo his leg binds.

He worked quickly and efficiently, very softly coaxing Harry’s legs to stretch out and supporting the weight of them while he got the blood running through them properly. He made sure that nothing felt tingly or weird before moving on to his wrists, working them apart too and tossing all the ropes aside.

Once Louis had finished most of the job Harry had managed to catch his breath and stop crying, only making the odd sniffle here and there as he rolled his wrists around slowly to test they still worked right. Louis had been murmuring little praises to him as he worked and he seemed to be more responsive now, so Louis laid down at his side and tucked him up close for a cuddle, letting him be small.

“You did so well, love. Are you feeling okay now?” Louis asked him gently, reaching down between them to gently get the bows off of Harry’s soft cock that hadn’t fallen off already as he’d been softening, Harry whimpering at the touch so Louis made sure he was as gentle as possible, making sure to untie the one from his balls too.

“Yeah,” Harry nodded, taking a deep breath as he nuzzled into Louis' neck and wrapped himself around him like an octopus. “That was so amazing. I saw god,”

Louis giggled at Harry’s dramatics, rolling his eyes and patting the back of his head.

“Yeah? How was he?” Louis murmured back to him.

“He was alright. Nothing on you, though,” Harry assured him, letting out a weak giggle. “Sorry I like, freaked out,”

Louis shook his head, kissing Harry’s temple and slowly stroking his curls.

“You were perfect, my darling. It was really intense so it makes sense you got emotional. Especially since it looked like you came so hard,” Louis reassured him.

“That’s what I meant when I saw God. It’s never felt like that before,” Harry insisted, pulling his head out of Louis' neck to meet his eyes properly. “Thank you, baby. That was better than I ever could have imagined,”

Louis looked between Harry’s tear stained eyes and leaned in to give him a soft smooch, cupping his cheek.

“Anytime, my love. Anytime,”

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