Clarity

For the whole elevator ride and walk across the waiting room Harry had me swung over his shoulder while I kicked and clawed at him. I wasn't embarassed really, just trying to put on a scene, one Harry seemed to be enjoying for once.Finally though once we had made it through the front door of the hotel Harry put me down, and kissed my head.
"Your a killer on the shouder sweetheart." He informs as I huff. "I'm not that heavy, your just a whimp." I state then smirk."A whimpanzee." I say proudly and Harry clutches his chest. "That pun hurt my soul." He gasps, then pokes my chest, "I might have to punish you for that later Tomlinson." He informs, and I push his finger away.
"Yeah, you have fun with that." I said, then looked around at the half empty parking lot. "Where's the taxi?" I ask, but he shook his head. "Don't need one. While you and my mother were embarassing the shit out of me I took the liberty of ordering a retal car for you and me to put in use." He says, pointing to a light blue car a little ways off.
"Right there babe." "Oh. Nice choice Styles, it's very stylish." I said, smirking at my second pun as Harry smacked me upside the head.
"C'mon sweetheart, don't get testy with your lover boy." He warns, then grabbing my hand and slipping his fingers through mine as we began to walk down the hospital steps, and over to the car which was much closer then it appeared.
"The passengers side is all messed up, I'm afraid I'll have to sit in the back." I hum, stroking my chin with my free hand as Harry clutched onto my other and unlocked the doors.
There was actually nothing wrong with the passenger side, it was just I was in one of those moods at the moment where I wanted to pesture him in a playful way, one that wasn't rude like my behavior was a couple of monthes ago. I think his mum brought it out with her embarassing stories of my curly boyfriend.
"There's nothing wrong with it?" Harry mumbles, shaking his head in confusion as he opened the drivers door. "Well I wanna sit in the back." I whine, pulling my hand away from his as he shrugged. "I don't understand why, but alright." He chuckles, pushing me aside and opening my door for me before I slipped into the seat behind his and buckled up.
"So what did you think of my mum?" He asked once he had started the car and was driving. I nodded as I sat back with a grin as my heart fluttered from pleasure at the memory the brief visit. "I like her alot, she's really sweet. So is Gemma. Their both dolls." I drawl, rolling my tongue over the word 'dolls' which made Harry laugh.
"My mum yes, Gemma? Eh." He shrugs, and I purse my lips as I nod. "Average little brother's response." I said, and he nodded in what seemed to be agreement.
We both were then silent for a moment, until I had decided to tease him about the embarassing baby stories since my mind was unwilling to wander to dangerous thoughts.
"So you like to be womanly I see?" I say, and his grip tightens slightly on the steering wheel. "Hairy legs are gross." He says, turning up his nose as he turned onto the highway. "So is shoving your fruit down your shirt to have muscle's." I snicker, and he huffs.
"Shall I get started on some of the things you've done?" He asks, which only makes me snicker again. "You've got no dirt on me Styles, I could blackmail you for a million dollars now if I wanted." I say proudly, and he rolls his eyes as he stares at me through the rearview mirror.
"A million to me is like a dollar to you." He said, his words causing me to scoff as he used his richness in his defense. "Rich boy." I say, kicking his seat, and he yelps.
"Don't you dare." He warns, his voice laced with some humor but more so firmness. Like heck I was going to listen. "Don't I dare do what?" I ask, kicking his seat again, and he screeches to a stop at a red light.
"Kick that seat one more time then you will be punished when we get back to the hotel." He growls. Looks like I just found a new way to annoy him with out feeling rude afterwards. "Is it a pet peeve?" I ask, my foot already twitching to kick his seat again just to test limits, but I hesitated for a moment because of his threat of punishment.
"Yes, and I will teach you not to carry out my pet peeves if you don't discontinue your actions." He said, the car jerking foreward slightly as he began to drive again.
Surprisingly his words didn't scare me in the slightest. Well maybe a little because he was into the kinky stuff, and that had to be what he was referring to.
"So if I kick your seat again you'll get mad?" I ask, and he nods. "Yes Louis." He sighs, turning off the highway. "And you'll punish me?" I ask. "Yes Louis." He repeats like a recording. "But all your kinky stuff is back at home." I say, smirking because I believed I had him cornered.
He then tilted the rearview mirror back so he could look at me, his slight darker green irisis meeting with my soft blue ones in a stare that would make anyone a bit breathless. "Do you really think I'd leave my toys at home?" He asks, his lips curling into a mocking smirk as he looked away. "Well aren't you a smart person." I then kicked his seat quickly before crossing my legs.
"Louis!" He shouts, and I hold up my arms innocently. "I was just getting comfortable, it was an accident." I whined, and he shook his head. "It seems as if you need to learn to listen." He says, his voice low, and just a bit more raspy as we pulled into the hotel of the parking lot, and he parked in one of the front parking spaces.
"Learn what?" I ask a bit dumbly, even though I already knew the answer. "Obedience." He simply says; falling silent as he turned off the car and then slipped out. I followed his moves after that with my eyes, watching him pocket the keys then stretch before opening my door, his eyes glazed over with a darker shade of green.
"Lets go sweetheart." He said, his voice thick, and deeper. He was getting turned on. "No. I'm good." I say, my heart begining to go into overdrive as he rolled his eyes then leaned over me to unbuckle my seat buckle, and pulled me out by my sleeve. "Harry." I whine,struggling in his grip as he shut my door then his gaze snapped to me. "Quiet you." He says, his arm snaking around my waist as he pulled me tightly to his side, his touch a bit rougher in a dominent sense.
Crap.
He was really going to punish me, and I obviously wasn't getting out of it.
Obeying him for once I remained quiet as he led me across the parking lot, rubbing my arm to warm my already flushed skin. We then stepped inside, a blast of warm air hitting us as he nodded at the ladies clustered together over tea while working the front desk, and I was guided to the elevator.
Honestly at the moment I was excited, but nervous. I was craving his touch, yet afraid of it. He seemed to be in a fierce mood right now, one where he wanted his way, and he wanted to be dirty in the safety of a bedroom. The whole ride up to our room, and walk down the hallway I took shakey breaths. No intelligant
communcation passed my lips until
we were in the sancurary of the room, and he had shut the door behind us.
"Go into the bedroom." He says, his voice firm, but a bit more relaxed.
Nodding I kicked off my shoes then slipped by him and into the bedroom where I wandered over to the mirror and began to nervously comb out my hair.
For the next couple of minutes all I heard was the sound of suitcases opening, bags unzipping, and grunts of frustration before Harry trudged back in with a thick white stick that was round and slender. Kinda like a penis, only it didn't resemble it in the slightest unless you were masterly perverted.
"What's that?" I ask, but Harry says nothing as he slips it in his back pocket then grabs my hips before pulling me up against him as he leaned down and began to press soft kisses to my neck. "Your punishment Mr. Tomlinson." He whispered, nipped at my skin as my fingers rested on the back of his neck, digging into his skin slightly.
"What does it do?" I whisper back, but my only response is him pushing me down on the bed, hard. "Lets find out." He growls, climbing ontop of me, and straddling my waist as my sweatshirt was peeled from my torso.
"Why-" I start, but I get cut off as he leans down and begins to scrape his teeth over the skin on my neck, his cold hands running up and down my chest as he pressed his lower body down onto mine.
"Shut up." He hisses, his lips teasing my sweet spot, making that familiar burn tear through my body as I whimpered. "That's right, I want to hear you cry." He chuckles, his voice raspy and deep. So unlike Harry. I had never seen him this, turned on before.
"No you don't." I breath as I feel his slender fingers attack the button and zipper on my jeans while he grinded into me, making me gasp as I dug my nails into the back of his neck, the burn getting stronger as he began to slide my jeans off.
"My handsome little Louis." He sighs, his breath tickling the skin on my chest as he kissed each of my nipples then practically tore my jeans off, tossing them over his head once they were off.
"You have a talent for stripping people." I state, tilting my head back slightly as he ran his finger tips under the waist band of my boxers, just missing my length. "I only have those peculiar talents for you my love." He said, pressing his lips along my collar bones which drove my lower half into a frenzy.
"Then please, use them." I breath out, my voice tight and shaky as he begin to inch off my boxers. "What the hell do you think I'm doing?" He laughs, finding humor in my words as he pecks my lips then his cool body rolls off mine, his hands pulling off my boxers in the moment, leaving me completely nude and vulnerable.
"I don't know." I said in response, fighting the temptation to cover myself while watching him peel off his shirt then jeans, which he had a little trouble with. "Ready for your punishment?" He asked, contracting the strange white object from his back pocket as his flicked on a switch and it made a buzzing sound.
It was a vibrator.
"Will it hurt?" I ask, my heart pulsing in my throat as I bit my lip, watching him walk over to the end of the bed and grab my ankle. "Your orgasm probably will." He smirks, pulling me down the bed so my feet were dangling off, and he spread my legs apart.
"Oh look, my darling has a little issue." He says, grabbing my length which was a few naughty moves away from a raging boner, so Harry grabbing it nearly made me yelp. "Mmm.." I groaned, watching his fingers curl around me in a tight grip, and he began to pump me; his warm hand and tight grip creating a shocking sensation.
"Oh.." I moaned, bucking up my hips as he did it a couple more times much to my pleasure, then pulled his hand away, which caused me to whimper at the loss of contact.
"Awww, you liked that?" He asked, then pressing the vibrator against the side of my length, and I screeched as my hips arched off the bed and unbearable pleasure flooded my bloodstream. "Harry..that's to much.." I breath, not use to that amount of pleasure, but he only pinned down my hips with one arm in response.
"It's your punishment babe." He coo's, his grip on my hips tightening as he repeated his action; only this time he moved it up, down, and across my tip repeatedly which almost made me cry from how amazing, yet unbearable it felt.
"Harry please.." I begged, sounding like an innocent child as my eyes glazed over and I tried to squirm away, but he only held me in place tighter. "I love it when you beg." He sneers, turning the vibration up higher as he redid his actions, only this time they were rougher, and made me begin to pant as my body trembled violently.
"Stop..Harry's it's t-to m-much!" I nearly screeched, my stomach bubbling and body clenching painfully hard. "All punishments are." He says, his eyes a dark black as I noticed his boner peering out through his boxers, a sight that made me moan then hiss as the vibrator was brushed against my balls, and I almost cried.
I swear after this I was going to stop when Harry told me to.
"Harry..." I gasped, my body going up then falling down on the bed, sweat begining to form as he pressed the white monster harder against me, and I screamed. This was some of the most intense pleasure I ever felt, it was painful, yet in a weird embarassing way, kind of exciting.
"Tell me when your about to cum." He says, his movements becoming impossibly rougher as I already felt myself about to burst. "Now! Now!" I shouted, and suddenly the vibrator was pulled away and thrown across the room as Harry pulled off his boxers amazingly fast and climbed ontop of me.
His arms slipped under my shoulders as his lips meshed with mine furiously, and I lifted up my legs as he slipped his length inbetween. Then with in a splinter of a second he was inside me, giving me more pleasure, only more bearable as he moved his lips in sync with mine; while his hands became tangled in my hair as his arms rested under my shoulders, and my body was pinned down victim to him thrusting in and out.
"Mine. My Louis." He mumbles inbetween our kiss, my head moving up and down in silent agreement as I dug my nails into his back, my length pressed hard against his stomach, which caused pressure pleasure.
"Oh Harry.." I breath, my body pulsing in union with his as he thrusted in and out slowly, the feeling a bit more rough, but still pleasurable because his pre-cum was subsituting for lube.
"I love you." Harry whispers, his lips pressing all over my face as I moaned. "I love you to." I whisper back, then my resistence breaks as I feel my body unclench and then I throw back my head.
"Harry!" I scream, my hot body arching up against his, as he bit down on my throat sucking harshly, and I cummed quickly the feeling a rushing one. "I love it when you scream my name." He breaths, still thrusting in and out of me as my body became numb and sensitive.
"I-I love it when y-you make m-me." I say, my body falling onto the bed, and Harry laughed as he pulled out of me and rolled to my side before pulling me into his arms, embracing me tightly.
"Your cute when you become weak to my touch." He teases, kissing my cheek as I breath deeply.
"Why aren't you going to w-wait until you cum?" I ask, my voice a bit wheezy, as he shugs, nuzzling his face in my hair. "That would take to long, and I think I've tortured you enough." He said, my arms snaking around his waist as I nodded.
"Your mean." I state, nuzzling my face into his chest. These were my favorite moments, when we would finish having sex, both of us hot and sweaty, and he'd pull me into his big arms while we both talked about nothing in particular.
"No, I'm Harry." He whines, and I pinch his bare bum which makes him yelp. "Same thing." I laugh, and he shakes his head as he runs his fingers up and down my spine.
"I'd marry you Louis." I then hear him whisper, the words so bitterly sweet they made my heart skip a beat as I took a slow breath.
"What?" I asked, just to make sure I had heard him right.
For a moment he remained silent, then laughed. "If I thought I could live under the same roof as you with out loosing my mind!" He says, which meant he was probably just joking.
"Oh." I say, tracing a circle on his back. He then sighed, as he held me tighter. "Try to get some sleep Lou, I'll feed you when you wake up." He promises, and I nod allowing my eyes to flutter shut as a thought slipped into my mind.
Had Harry been truely joking when he said he'd marry me? I mean it seemed to always just be a in the moment thing, like the first time he said it in the bathroom at the resturant.
Sighing as well I let my body drift off with my mind reaching the final conclusion that he really didn't mean it,
so therefore there was nothing to get worked up over.

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