Recap:
"C'mon baby! We can get matching if you want?" He suggested, smiling as he bit his lip. I said nothing in response though, just playing with his fingers as I thought about it.
"Pleeeaseeee..then we can cuddle and watch films!" Harry offered, and I sighed as I looked up at him with a small pout.
"Will it hurt?"
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At my question Harry shrugged, placing a sweet kiss on my head prior to brushing some hair off my forehead.
"A little." He admited with a smile, then grabbing my hand, and holding it up. "But I'll do it, and hold your hand! I know just what to give you." He informed, probably attempting to assure my nervous disposition it would be okay.
For a moment I looked up at him holding my hand, and chewed my lip. I had heard many things about tattoo's, both good, and bad.
Forever now I had been recluent to get one, because I never liked them, but Harry looked so excited over the idea of giving me one I sighed hesitently deciding to take a dosage of yolo.
"Okay, surprise me." I said, sitting up a little straighter, and tapping my foot restlessly against the ground. "Can I give you two?" He asked sweetly, letting go of my hand so he could run his fingers over my jawline, and I grabbed one before kissing it's soft tip.
I was hesitent to get one tattoo, let alone two, but one look at Harry's enlivened face I couldn't resist the temptation to say yes. He could ask me to roll over a cliff face, and I'd do it. As long as it made him happy.
"Yes but if you screw them up not only will you be paying for the removal, but you won't get any kisses for two weeks." I warned, holding up a firm finger as I pursed my lips, and Harry chuckled with a nod.
"Turn around and hold out your hand on the table. This one is gonna be kinda big alright?" He said, grabbing a couple of the tools as I shifted around in my chair and placed my trembling hand on the table.
Gosh I was nervous.
I thought maybe if I looked at Harry long enough my nerves would settle, but he decided to turn on the needle that exact moment, and I felt a bit sick as I bit my lip harshly. I could back out now, it wouldn't be late.
I could just exagerrated my fear, and make Harry feel bad for trying to make me get one. Yet I decided to just flow with it. I didn't want to, I really didn't want to, but he was so happy to be given the chance to give me a tattoo that I decided to suck up my girly side.
"Ready Louis?" He asked, turning towards me as he moved the equipment closer to me, and I nodded as I squeezed my eyes shut.
Did I forget to mention needles make me sick?
"Go ahead." I squeaked, and I felt Harry's fingers run through my hair before he pulled a chair in front of me and sat down. "Don't tense up baby." He cooed, grabbing the hand he was going to tattoo, and kissing it softly prior to placing it back down on the cool surface of the table.
Harry then began to clean my hand, using some kind of wipe or clothes or something. With in a moment he was finished, and blowing on it softly. "I'm going to do the tattoo now. Are you ready?" He asked once more, probably giving me the chance to back out, but I nodded once more.
"Just bloody do it Harry." I said, still keeping my eyes shut, and I heard him scoff slightly as he reached down to grab my hand he wasn't going to draw on.
"Feel free to squeeze the shit out of it if it hurts to bad.Once I start I can't stop." He said, and immediately upon those words I tightened my grip. He really wasn't helping. Harry then turned on the needle, the buzzing sound ringing in my ears as he blew softly on my hand.
I will not kid you when that needle started moving over my hand it felt like a bee sting, but I contained my cries of pain by pressing my lips tightly together, and squeezing Harry's hand tight enough to make it loose feeling.
While he moved the needle over my skin I tried as hard as I could to set my mind else where, ignoring the mumbled conversation between Harry, and James.
"You okay Louis?" Harry asked every now, and then, and I would merely respond with a nod to afraid to open my eyes for fear I'd faint when I saw the needle. I already felt my stomach curl as it penetrated my skin, leaving it's colorful marks.
I was begining to wish I had asked Harry how big this tattoo was, and what it was before I let him do it though because that needle was going everywhere. I swear if it was something stupid like his face I was going to punch him, and move out.
Not that I didn't like his face, I did, but it would be atrocious to have his face always there. Tattoo drawn faces were creepy no matter how hot the person was in real life.
Finally the pain stopped, just like that. Harry slid the needle out of my skin, and I heard the soft thud of him placing it on the table. ''Almost done babe, I just have to wrap it up." He informed, blowing softly on it, and I couldn't help but whimper softly.
It hurt like hell.
Why I didn't scream?
I wasn't sure.
Harry then put some kind of cream on it, before grabbing some sort of plastic wrap and putting it around my hand like a bandage.
"There you go. All done, but you can't look yet. Wait until James does mine." Harry said, and I finally popped open my eyes not looking at my hand like Harry had requested.
"I don't think I want another one. This one hurt." I whined, and he pouted before pecking my lips while James grabbed his hand and began to move the needle over it. Gosh I had to look away from that.
"Don't worry, the second one I'm gonna give you is on your back, that won't hurt as bad." Harry assured, wincing a bit while James moved the needle over the more sensitive part of his hand, and I strained my eyes to stay away from the one on my hand.
"Do they wear off?'' I asked, and Harry shook his head. "Nope! Never ever." He said, and I groand. "What if I don't like it?" I asked, and he sighed pinching my cheek with his free hand. "I think you will Loubear." He assured, and James grunted.
"Stop moving Harry." He warned, and my lovely boyfriend mimicked the artists face prior to turning to him. "Sorry mate. My Louis is a bit destraction." I informed, and he laughed.
"I'll say." He said, then popping his lips as he turned off the needle, and began to wrap the new tattoo up with the special cream Harry had used on me. "That was quick." I commented, and Harry nodded.
"The smaller ones take less time, and James is a very talented artist so it only takes him a wee bit." He informed, yelping as James pulled the wrap shut tight, and I snickered at him. I wasn't a very nice boyfriend all the time.
Once James had finished wrapping up Harry's hand he turned back to me. "Give me your hand with the tattoo." He said, holding out his hand for mine, and I obeyed quietly as I slipped my shaking hand into his.
"See we're matching!" Harry stated, and I looked down at our hands prior to smiling widely. When our hands clasped two words, one written on my hand, and one on Harry's, alined together perfectly.
The words were 'Soul Mate', the 'Soul' being on my hand, and the 'Mate being on Harry's. Both were drawn on in beautiful handwriting, some kind of exotic cursive with flawless colors that blended perfectly.
"Oh my gosh! I love it!" I gasped, deciding instantly I didn't regret the tatto, and I was never getting it removed. Smiling proudly at my reaction Harry lifted my plastic wrapped hand, and pressed a soft kiss to it.
"Now this next one I want to do is gonna be really big so it'll take some time." Harry said, letting go of my hand and rising to his feet. "Turn around baby." He said, and I nodded slowly as I turned around in my chair so my back was facing him.
"Oh, and take off your shirt." Harry added, playing with the hair on the back of my head as I sighed hesitently I pulled off my- well his - warm shirt.
"Harry I'm cold." I whined, handing it to him, and he shook his head at me as he kissed my cheek. "It'll be over soon." He promised, his eyes fluttering down to the fading words on my chest.
Blue eyes met green, dark met light, love met lust.
Probably some of the most perfect words Harry had ever said, or written.
Looking away from my bare chest, Harry moved the rest of the way behind me, and grabbed the needle prior to cleaning my back. "What's that wet thing you keep wiping me with?" I asked, and he kissed the back of my neck.
"It's a disinfectent wipe, it's to clean up your skin to protect you from infection." He said, then turning on the needle, and immediately I gripped the sides of my chair hard. Here comes round two of the bee stings.
"Ready?" Harry asked, and I nodded quickly eager to get it over with. "Just don't make it look stupid." I warned, hoping I'd be pleased with this tattoo to, and Harry nodded. "Don't worry Mr. Tomlinson, I've got this." He promised, then began to stample the needle into my skin once more.
He was right, it didn't hurt as bad as it did when the needle struck the skin of my hand, but it still was uncomfortable.
"Harry it hurts." I admitted, digging my nails in the wood of the chair, and he kissed inbetween my shoulder blades.
"I know baby. It'll just take a little, I don't wanna ruin it." He said, then continued punching colorful holes in my back while I gritted my teeth in pain.
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One thing I had to learn from Harry was that he wasn't what I'd call talented at measuring time. His little bit, turned into two full, excruciating hours that left my back sore as hell. For the full two hours I had been absolutely miserable, and kept begging him to hurry up, but he just shushed me.
Maddie did make it a little easier thought, she brought me a juice box, and a sandwhich to munch on so I could destract myself from the discomfort in the back.
Finally though, a half an hour after I finished my sandwhich, Harry finally pulled the needle away, and turned it off prior to putting it on the table. "Are you done?" I asked, eager to jump up, and strangle him.
"Yes my love, I'm done, and I think you'll like it." He chuckled, kissing my head as he put the cool cream on my back to prevent infection as James had told me. "What is it?" I asked, trying to turn around to look, but Harry pushed my head away.
"You'll see in a minute, be patient." He said, putting the cap on the cream, then putting it on the table, prior to pulling out a large piece of the plastic wrap to put around the tattoo that I hoped wasn't something stupid.
For the next moment or so Harry was quiet as he wrapped it around me, then taped it in place with some kind of thick scotch tape, an action he had used two pieces for. "Can I see it now?" I asked, once he had put the tape down, and he pulled out his phone.
"Hold on baby I'm going to take a picture." He said, directing the camera on my back before snapping what I hoped was a good picture. It was quite annoying I wasn't flexible enough to see my back, that was a fact that always haunted me.
"You can stand up now, I have to wait for my phone to process the damn thing." Harry said, pulling himself up on the table, and I took a deep breath as I stood up on my sore legs. Gosh it felt good to stretch my sore limbs, but I couldn't but whine when pain shot down my back.
"Harry it still hurts." I informed, and Harry slipped off the table holding his phone up to show me the picture.
"My angel." He said softly, and instantly the pain was all worth it as a wide smile took it's rest on my face.
"It's beautiful Harry!" I breathed, taking the phone to examine his beautiful handiwork closer. Harry had made folded wings on my back, little tints of gold among the black, and they look absolutely perfect.
So real it made my breath stop for a moment.
"So you like it?" He asked, looking at me like a puppy, waiting for my approval, and I nodded quickly as I put his phone down on the table, and hugged him. "I love it!" I shouted, grabbing his head so I could kiss his cheek, and Harry laughed as he pecked my lips, then detatched himself from me.
"Alright Loubear, now it's my turn." He said, pulling off his shirt, and tossing it to the side prior to sitting down.
"You can tattoo anywhere you'd like, just not my dong. I did that in highschool, very painful to remove." He said, making me and James laugh as I picked up the tattoo gun, and looked it over. "How do I use this?" I asked, and James moved to my side.
"For starters Mr.Tomlinson your holding upside down." He chuckled, flipping it over in my hand. "Next, you press this button to make the needle go, and select a color." James said, gesturing to the color palets, and I chose a blackish-blueish color randomly.
"Okay, how do I put it in?" I asked, and James took the gun from me so he could insert in, then he handed it back to me.
"You also press this button here. That's how you draw the tattoo, basically you keep it pressed down as you draw over his skin." At that thought I couldn't help but grimance a bit, because I didn't want to hurt him.
"Won't that hurt?" I asked, and Harry shook his head.
"No babe, I'm use to it." He said, sitting back in the chair patiently while James continued his lesson. "Now that you have the gun set up you have to clean his skin." He informed, grabbing one of the wipe thingy's and handing it to me.
"Do I clean all his skin?" I asked, and both of them laughed. "No Louis only where you want the tattoo." Harry informed, and I nodded as I turned to Harry and began to look him over, trying to decide where to put the tattoo.
"Do I need to take off my sweats?" Harry asked, begining to rise to his feet, but I shook my head. "Nope." I said, deciding to do hs blank bicep since that tattoo would look best there.
Biting my lip I began to wipe off the skin, noting that goosebumps appeared on Harry's skin from the cool surface of the wipe. Once this was done I put the wipe down, and turned to James. ''Now what?" I asked, and James held out the gun for me to take.
"You make the tattoo." He said then turned to Harry. "Haz are sure you want Louis doing the tattoo? He's a rookie, and their painful to remove." He said, but Harry nodded fast. ''I want him to, that way I can show it off." He said, giving me a sweet smile, and I blew him a kiss.
"Okay then." James muttered, not looking a hundered percent okay with it, but he handed me the gun, and repositioned it in my hands a few times until I was holding it correctly. "Come on baby, you can do it!" Harry encouraged, and I stuck my tongue out at him as I turned on the needle.
Gosh I hope I didn't mess this up.
"Ready?" I asked, and he nodded. "Go on." He said, gesturing for me to start, and I bit my tongue harshly as I began to move it over his skin, starting to make a face which I was already failing at.
I was a theater kid not Da Vinci.
Harry was quite for the first minute or so but then he fake screamed which nearly gave me a heart attack. "Your hurting me! Your hurting me!" He shouted, the smirk evident on his face, and I pulled the needle away with a fast beating heart as I slapped him over the head.
"Silence peasent." I huffed, mad he had scared me, but Harry merely laughed. "I luff chuu!" He cooed, and I stuck on my tongue as I went back to working on my tattoo.
Originally it was suppose to be stick figures of me, and Harry, but I lost control of the gun at one point and they became messy so I just did the best I could.
When I was finished I copied Harry's actions, and smeared the cream over the sloppy tattoo by James instruction's, then James wrapped it up since I kept ripping the plastic. Once we had finished this I took a step back to admire it.
"A complete master piece." I confirmed with a nod, and James laughed. "Well maybe if we compare you to children then yes." He teased, and Harry twisted his arm to look at it.
For a long moment Harry just stared at it, probably trying to figure out what it was, and I walked over so I could kiss his cheek and stare at it with him. "What do you think?" I asked, and Harry looked at me with a smile.
"It sure is a master piece." He said, and I smirked.
"Do you know what it is Harry?" I asked, and he scoffed. "Yes, it's ermm..a..no..no I don't know what the bloody hell it is." He admitted with a chuckle, and I ruffled his hair.
"It's you and me as stick fingers, but the gun went haywire." I informed, and he laughed tilting his head back so he could kiss my cheek.
"Anymore you'd like to do Leonardo de vinci?" He asked, and I shook my head as I sat down on his lap and laid my head on his shoulder while he wrapped his arms carefully around me, trying to avoid my angel wings tattoo.
"I'm tired." I admitted, feeling sore, and just overall worn out. Who knew getting, and giving tattoo's was such tiring work? Nodding Harry stood up, holding me in his arms bridal style as James watched us with a soft smile.
A month or so ago I'd be embarassed to have Harry cuddling me in front of someone I didn't know, but now I didn't mind because I was use to it.
"I'm sure I'll see you again James. Maddie will give you some cash when you finishing packing up." Harry informed, and James nodded as he began to clean his stuff up, and Harry carried me out of the kitchen.
"Does your back still hurt?" He asked, and I shrugged. "A little bit." I admitted, though I felt much better then I did half hour ago. Harry nodded, remaining quiet now as he carried me upstairs.
I loved it when Harry carried me, he made me feel safe in his arms, and having him close was always a comfort. Harry didn't say a word to me until he had walked into the bedroom, and laid me on the bed on my stomach.
"Don't lay on your back until tomorrow." He informed, crawling onto the bed next me and closing his eyes as he draped an arm over my waist. Nodding to show I understood I reached out and began to trace the features of his face while he looked at me softly.
"Did you like you present?" I asked, and Harry shivered under my touch as I traced my fingers over the shape of his lips, and he opened his crystal green eyes to look at me. "It's perfect baby! I like my tattoo to!" He informed, and smiled proudly as I puckered my lips and kissed the tip of his nose.
"I'm glad kitten." I sighed, running my fingertips through the matted hair on his forehead with a soft smile. I loved touching Harry in sweet ways, the way he reacted was always so precious, and he seemed to love it when I played with his hair.
"Are we still going to America Tuesday?" I then asked, remembering I hadn't done a thing in preparation for the big trip, meaning tomorrow after we sorted out our school mess we'd have to do it. Well actually I still had my clothes packd from our last trip, and from moving in.
Harry's eyes then went wide as he jumped up. "Shit!" He shouted, running over to his closet, and begining to dig around it.
"I forgot to pack, and I'll have no time to do it tomorrow!" He informed, then begining to rush around the room with his duffle bag as he grabbed clothes, folders, tolietries, all that kind of crap.
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" I asked him, and Harry stopped for a moment to stick out his tongue. "Shut up." He warned, making me laugh as I sat up on my side, supporting myself with my elbow.
"My clothes are still packed from moving in so it's like a grab and go for me." I informed, earning another look of disapproval as Harry continued to rush around. "Don't be rude." He grumbled, and I snickered with a sigh.
I then frowned, remembering I hadn't seen Ireland all day. "Hey where's Ireland?" I asked, looking around the room, and it was Harry's turn to laugh.
"He's downstairs with Maddie, she took one of the bedroom's downstairs, and transformed it into a puppy room." He remined, throwing in some unessicary baby wipes that I just now realized were on his counter, but I decided to make no comment.
"Want me to ask her to bring him up?" He asked, and I shook my head. "No that's alright, as long as he's safe." I said, and Harry nodded as he tossed his nearly full duffle bag on the bed, clothes sticking out of it, and he opened his end table draw prior to pulling out a ring of keys.
"I'll be right back." He informed, then running out of the room before I got a chance to protest to his leaving, or ask where he was going.
Sighing softly I laid back down on my tummy, and pulled out my phone to respond to Shailene who had spammed me with text messages along with my sisters; nothing from Marcus. I did consider calling him for a moment, just to talk about what happened, but I was to nervous.
Even though things were fine between me, and Shailene now there were still ill feelings when she first found out. I didn't think I could handle having Marcus mad at me.
With that thought passing by I decided to just text back everyone then put my phone up to stop any further temptations that I may regret later. By the time I had sent my last message, and turned off my phone Harry came parading back in with a box full of stuff from his playroom.
Sitting up on my elbow once more, I cocked my eyebrow. "You don't need all of that." I commented, but Harry merely smirked.
"Yes I do. I'm gonna teach you how to use some of this stuff when we have free time." He informed, winking as he walked over to the closet and grabbed some dress shoes to pack then his inhaler.
Teach me how to use his toys?
I mean, I know in the past I had promised him I would try some of the stuff on him, but I had always taken him as the dominent one, and I had always been the submissive one. "Done!" Harry then announced, zipping up his duffle, and tossing it next to his door prior to climbing back on the bed.
"I can use the whip, and vibrator." I then informed, speaking my mind aloud as I sat up cross legged and stuck out my tongue when Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Hmmm..you can, can't you?" He purred, crawling over to me, and sitting in my lap prior to me wrapping my arms around his waist, and kissing the side of his neck. "Yes, but I need permission." I mumbled, resting my chin on his shoulder, and Harry bit his lip hard.
"I give you permission to do anything you want anytime you want to me." He whispered, and I chuckled as I blew gently on his neck. I could have fun with this."Is that so?" I asked, and Harry gripped my thigh slightly which only encouraged me more so.
"Y-yes, anytime you want." He said softly, and I began to press soft kisses along his jawline. "Anytime?" I asked as a moan slipped from his lips. Gosh his moans were sexy. "Anytime baby. I'll let you do whatever you want to me." He said quickly, and a low growl let my lips.
"Good." I said siimply, then biting down on the side of his neck and sucking harshly which made Harry moan my name loudly.
"Gosh Louis.." He breathed, and I could feel a strange sense of dominence settle in my system, a very unfamiliar feeling since I was normally the submissive one.
I guess once you've had sex enough times, and get over the shyness, you began to delvelope either a sense of dominence, or submissiveness. I think I was inbetween.
"Shut up." I muttered, then pushing him down on his back prior to climbing on top of him, and pulling him into a tight straddle.
"Well someone is getting gutsy." Harry commented, resting his hands on my waist, and I gave him my most innocent smile as I bent down and pressed my lips to one of the fading love bites on his neck.
"You smell good." He mumbled, automatically tilting his head back when my lips brushed over his skin, and I sat up straight with a laugh. "Your kidding right?" I asked, and he just giggled in response as he gave me that sweet Harry smile.
Shaking my head at him, I then decided it was time to try my hand at the kinks.
Never thought I'd be one for it, but Harry was begining to rub off on me, the way was rubbing off on him. It was clear he was picking up some of my habits, and it made my heart flutter at it.
"Lets see how it feels being on the other end." I said, pecking his lips then detatching his hands from my waist so I could slip off of him. Harry made no comment to my statement, but I didn't mind, because the look on his face was enough.
"Now lets see.." I hummed, walking over to his well packed duffle bag, and unzipping it so I could dig out the vibrator, and his handcuffs. I wasn't brave enough to whip him yet, or do anything along those lines, so I was going to start small with the items I was more familiar with.
While I dug through his clothes, and a bunch of junk I could hear Harry breathing deeply as he watched me with those eyes, those eyes that meant he was getting turned on.
Also as I rumaged through his stuff I stole a glance at him, and saw he was indeed hard, and already fisting the sheets.
Did I seriously have that much of an effect on him?
I didn't even do anything yet.
I then pulled out the vibrator, and hand cuffs, and looked over my shoulder at H with my best smirk. "So excited already?" I teased, gesturing to his boner as I walked over, and Harry stuck out his tongue, but still said nothing.
I have to admit I almost wished he would, because I was starting to get nervous. This was my first time trying kinky stuff, and I wasn't sure if I was ready. I had just gotten use to topping, this might be to soon, yet the effect I was having on him inspired me to go on.
Stopping at the side of the bed I placed the vibrator down next to him, and kissed the bridge of his nose before grabbing his wrists, and cuffing them to the headboard. That alone was so strangly unfamiliar, usually it was him attatching me to the bed.
"This should be fun." I commented, more to myself then him, and I turned on the vibrator which made Harry gasp softly as he looked up at me, and bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed.
Deciding to continue; I grabbed the vibrator and put it on high, finding that action easy, then I began to drag it across his bare chest, neck, and stomach before resting it over his member that was still guarded by the cloth of his sweats.
During my actions Harry's breath hitched, but when I rested the device over his boner he groaned loudly. There was some more encouragement. "Those sweatpants look uncomfortable." I tisked, pressing the vibrator down to create friction, and Harry started pulling at the cuffs moaning loudly.
"S-shit Louis.." He heaved, and I started moving the vibrator in circles, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.
For a moment Harry seemed like he was going to just whimper, but instead he started thrashing, and moaning as he kicked out his legs the whole time and tugged on the cuffs hard.
"Gosh baby! More! More!" He shouted, and for once I listened to him as I flicked the vibrator off and put it to the side so I could remove the clothes restraining his lower half.
"My poor baby." I cooed, earning a nasty look from Harry as I untied the white strings of his sweatpants, then pulled both the sweats and boxers down with one swift movement.
Once that was done I grabbed his length and began to stroke it slowly which made Harry whimper as he struggled agressively to get out of the cuffs.
He had no idea how hot he looked this way, I wonder if I looked hot when he did this stuff to me?
Shaking my head at those impossible indication's, I leaned down and kissed his tip and Harry's breathing deepened even more so. "Babe your making it impossible to resist you." He breathed, his fingers begining to twitch as they were restrained with his hands in the cuffs.
He probably wasn't use to me being in control, and from the way those fingers were twitching I could tell he wanted to grab me.
"Is that a threat?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow and Harry merely pressed his lips together as he looked up at me with an innocent expression, but I could see it in his eyes he had lust building up by the second.
I could also feel the thrill of all of this building up by the second.
Then looking away from him I grabbed the vibrator and flicked it back on prior to going to the end of the bed, and spreading his soft legs apart. Must've shaved them again.
"Lets call this pay back." I said, turning the blasted thing on high, and pushing it inside him before stepping back to watch his reaction with red cheeks, and a fast paced heart.
At my action Harry's eyes widden as he began to thrash once more, low groans and loud moans leaving his lips as he pulled on the handcuffs hard whilst kicking out his legs.
Upon seeing that breath taking reaction I smirked as I walked over to his side, and leaned down so I could kiss along his chest, and stomach, occasionally lingering on a few scars as ran my fingers over his happy trial.
"Louis baby!" Harry shouted, a plea in his tone as he squirmed, and I decided to make him be quiet to rein in my own lust as I pressed my lips roughly against Harry's. While I kissed him I slipped a hand in his hair so I could tug on it gently.
When I did that Harry bit down on my lip hard enough to leave a bruise, and I jumped at the oppertunity to slip my tongue in his mouth and swirl it around.
For a long moment we kissed feverishly, soaking in each other's taste, then I pulled back with a soft kiss because Harry decided to bite down on my swollen bottom lip again.
Standing up straight I looked down at him with a solem look, noting his fingers still twitching, and I decided to tease him a bit with words because I didn't know what else to do right now. "I know you want to touch me Styles." I pointed out, and Harry groaned loudly.
"Yes please! I want to!" He begged, and I laughed as I shook my head. "You want to get revenge on me so bad right now for making you come undone, yet you find it hot that your at my mercy." I said, running my hands through my hair before letting my nails run along his skin softly.
At my touch Harry's head tilted back, and he fluttered his eyes shut. "Please, I need you." He whimpered, and I leaned down to peck his lips as the sound of the vibrator became more evident in the room.
"But you aren't going to get me." I informed once I had given him a peck, and I began to press butterfly kisses across his throat as he groaned again. "P-Please..?" He begged sweetly, but we both knew what naughty things he was going to do to me if I let him out of those cuffs.
I was actually a little bit afraid to. "Nope." I said, popping the p, and Harry pouted as a moan left his lips, and he tugged on the cuffs.
Shaking my head at him I pressed my lips to his stomach, and began to nip at it which made Harry moan loudly as the clanking of the cuffs hitting each other filled the room from Harry tugging.
"B-Baby..p-please.." He whined, doing his best to cover up his face of pleasure with a pout, but I ignored him as I pressed a finger to his lips and continued nipping at his stomach, and chest.
"Shhh." I shushed, then blowing softly on his skin as I shivered from the unbearable thrill of being in control. It was a bit overwhelming to be honest, I don't think I was going to make this a daily thing.
Standing up straight I then looked his trembling body over with a slight smirk.
"That vibrator really works number hmm..?" I asked, grabbing his length and stroking it gently and Harry threw his head back. "Oh yes babe!" He exclaimed, and I nodded as I ran my thumb over his tip.
"What would you do if I let you go right now?" I then asked curiously, feeling goosebumps crawl across my skin at the thought. Shivering from my touch, Harry bit his lip harshly as he looked at me with dark eyes.
"I'd throw you over my knee and spank you then punish you in the worst way possible." He said dead seriously, and I laughed nervously at the thought.
"Yeah right. If I ever let you go." I said, being dead serious about that, and I began to rub my thumb faster over his tip while massaging his stomach with my other hand, and Harry threw his hand around moaning.
"C'mon baby more!" Harry begged, seeming to immediately forget his threat, and I pulled my thumb off his tip so I could began to pump him fast prior to shoving the vibrator in deeper. At my actions Harry screamed loudly as he pulled on the cuffs.
"Baby harder! Harder please!" Harry screeched, and I began to move my hand impossible fast which made him scream as he bucked his hips. "I'm so c-close!" Harry panted, and I pulled my hands away so I could press my lips over his tip and suck on it harshly.
At that Harry went ballistic, doing everything he possible could in an attempt to escape the cuffs, but he was unsuccessful.
Harry then, finally, let out one last scream before squeezing his eyes shut, and I felt his salty goodness leaked into my mouth, and I swallowed it quickly, trying hard not to let any escape. Once I had done this I stood up, and blew lightly on his member.
"Naughtly boy." I said, then giving it a light squeeze, and Harry gasp with a slight jerk. "Mmm.." He hummed, and I stepped away as he began trembling. "Want me to pull the vibrator out?" I asked, and Harry nodded quickly with a loud whimper.
"Y-Yes! P-Please! I can't t-take anymore.." He begged, and I nodded as I leaned down to pull it out, pausing to lick some escaped cum off his thighs, then I stood up straight prior to putting the vibrator on the bed.
"Baby you've gotten goodat this!" Harry breathed, curling his hands into fists as he let the pleasure wear off, and I laughed.
"I'm gonna go brush my teeth."

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