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“More!”

Harry had his eyes scrunched closed, even as the breathy demand left his lips, overwhelmed. He was forced to open them, however, when the pleasurable touch he’d been graced with for the last half-an-hour-that-felt-like-millenia, suddenly came to a stop. He looked down, frowning, trying to quiet down the pants that left him.

From between his splayed, bent legs, Louis was looking up at him, a devilish little smirk in place. Looking far too casual for a demon that was tongue deep in Harry’s arse mere seconds ago , if not for his spit-slick chin. He drummed a quick little rhythm where his fingers were wrapped around one of his thighs; a pace that currently matched the heartbeat of a tormented Harry.

“More what ,” Louis teased, electric blues setting every nerve on fire, “More slowly? Can do, angel.”

And before Harry could protest, because no, Louis was throwing him a wink and burying his face between his cheeks once again, the very tip of his tongue dragging across his hole torturously slow and light. An agonized whine was pulled out of Harry as he bucked his hips down desperately, hoping Louis was just taking the piss and wouldn’t so cruelly deny him what he craved most. 

He was wrong.

When nothing but languid laves was all he got for a solid minute or two, Harry cursed him out in angel speak. The low chuckle against his sensitive skin sent a zip of frustration through him, and before he knew it, Harry had flicked his wing hard, and a quiet whack cut through his own harsh breaths. 

“What the-”

Everything seemed to stop. Harry stared down, holding his breath. Louis’ head resurfaced, face impassive as he stared right back at him, flicking his glance once towards the wing that had smacked him right across the face; albeit lightly and just with the tip. Harry focused on keeping his wings from twitching under the intense stare.

“ Angel ,” Louis murmured, the quiet reprimand and disbelief sending a thrill through him, “did you just slap me with your wings?”

Harry blinked at him sweetly. “It was accidental.”

Louis’ eyes narrowed, and Harry tried to keep a blank face, he really did, but seeing the demon being taken aback at something he did was simply too satisfying, and he wasn’t entirely sure he managed to keep a pleased smirk off his face. Served him right .

An exploratory finger began rubbing soft, tantalizing circles around his wet rim, and Harry let himself be lost in the touch, caught off guard. At least until Louis spoke up again, gaze still calculative.

“Tell me, pet, why do you try to lie to me, when you know I know better than to believe it?”

Embarrassment flushed through him fiercely, even as he huffed. “I’m not- I’m-”

“Don’t try again, darling. It is an insult to my wits,” Louis admonished, swatting at his thighs lightly and making his hard cock twitch, “and keep your wings still, or I’m tying them up.”

A shiver ran through Harry. Images of him being bound at his wrist, unable to touch. Him being tied at the legs, spread out and laid out for Louis to claim. His pristine wings tied together, leaving him at Louis’ mercy. Both his wings and his cock twitched helplessly at the flurry of obscene thoughts flooding his brain, as a soft “oh” escaped his lips. Unfortunately - or maybe fortunately, this was not missed by Louis.

“Oh?” Louis echoed, cocking an eyebrow in interest. “You would like that.”

It wasn’t a question. Louis’ knowing gaze further unravelled hot shame in him, making him squirm. He couldn’t bring himself to agree or deny the statement.

“Would you like for me to tie you down to the bed and take my sweet time with you?” he asked, the ghost of a thumb fluttering past his hole. “Would you like it if you were helpless to do anything about your own pleasure, as you’re bound?”

Harry couldn’t help the full-bodied shudder, biting his lip so hard it almost drew blood. Louis’ answering grin was smug, leaving him feeling utterly, thoroughly exposed. His wings started thrumming with barely restrained energy as Louis dragged a finger along the very bottom, thoughtful.

“Bet these would look so lovely tied together with some rope, hmm?”

“Oh, god .”

“Knew it,” Louis whispered, looking the epitome of smug as he played idly with the feathers. “These little beauties are your weakness, hmm?”

“Louis,” he breathed, an unsaid plea lacing the single word.

“Angel,” Louis mocked, having the audacity to rest his head on a palm, blinking up at him serenely.

“ Louis ,” he said again, this time a whine.

“You know how to ask for what you want, Harry. Or is it that you want to continue misbehaving today?”

Harry scrunched his eyes shut, groaning in frustration. He wanted, he wanted so bad , and he hated Louis for being so unyielding. He could honestly smack him in the face again, he could-

He wouldn’t. He couldn’t deny the way the humiliation fizzed beneath his veins addictively. Couldn’t deny how filthy the desperation made him feel, and how much it made his cock ache sinfully. Couldn't help but mortifyingly seek out the stern dip in Louis’ voice and bend to its tempting will. 

And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to say it, feeling light-headed at the way his cheeks felt like they were burning. What came out instead, was a desperate, wanton, “ Louis .”

The fire in Louis’ eyes burned a little softer at the plea. As if he could tell that he needed a little more, just a little push, a little gentle coaxing, Louis was moving back up Harry’s body, hands smoothing over feverish skin in a way that stoked the fire in his belly. It didn’t matter that he was a powerful, ethereal being; thunder raged in his heart when Louis was hovering inches away from him, looking down at him like he was the only point in space and time that mattered right now. 

“Come on, pet,” Louis murmured, brushing a tempting kiss at the column of his throat, making him swallow harshly, “know how much you love having your pretty little wings played with.”

The way Harry pressed up, silently urging Louis to press, cut in, mark his neck, was an answer enough, but still not what the wicked little thing above him desired. In turn, Louis nipped at a spot just beneath his jaw, lowering his hips just enough to graze his own hard cock against Harry’s begging one searingly.

“Fuck,” Harry gasped, a hand coming up to grip desperately at Louis’ bicep involuntarily, “Christ.”

The hum that vibrated against the side of his neck was amused. “Try again,” he bit, rolling his hips against him again, pulling gasp after gasp from Harry like it was nothing. “I know how much even just a mere touch,” he paused, trailing fingertips through his feathers, “makes your cock drip.”

Harry cried out, loud and mortified, as his cock oozed more precome at the touch to his wings, and he could practically feel Louis’ smirk even as his attention and pleasure were pulled in several different directions. The shock waves of pleasure from his cock, the dull ache blooming under Louis’ clever mouth on his neck, his wings that kept flaring out from the teasing ministrations. Still not enough. 

“Come on, angel,” Louis coaxed, sweet in a way purely reserved for him. A helpless shudder rippled through him. Sure hands were skittering across his nipples, as Louis ground down against him harder, stealing his breath. “Know how much you love letting me have my way with you.”

Harry inhaled sharply in time with Louis dragging his lips up to his ear. The split-second pause had his head swimming, before Louis was whispering hotly into his ear, “Know you can be so good and ask for it.” A sharp sound was pulled out of him as Louis sucked at his ear lobe. “For me .”

And when the plea finally left Harry’s lips, it was punched out, greedy . “ Please. ”

Louis’ slow, pleased smile and unwavering eye contact was balm to his frantic, simmering arousal. “Please what, darling?”

“Please,” he gasped, unable to look away, burning under Louis’ intense gaze, “my wings … please tie them up.”

“Could never resist you when you ask like that, sweetheart,” Louis rasped out, before finally, finally surging down to capture his lips in a filthy kiss, swallowing the high-pitched whine that fought its way past his lips, “Never faced temptation so exquisite before you.”

Harry let himself be lost in the kiss for an indulging moment- in the nips to his bottom lip, in the bruising way Louis moved his lips, in the way he was dragging his own cock across Harry’s to match the pace of his kiss. Words fought their way to his lips only when the delicious friction reminded him of how much he wanted more , wanted a release. 

“Wait,” he gasped out, breaking the kiss, but Louis was unyielding, diving right back in, kissing the corner of his mouth. Harry was helpless not to hum into it, but tried again. “Wait-”

“Hmm?” Louis asked absently, nosing at his jaw, palming at his chest, making it that much harder for Harry to focus, and spit the words out. 

“Only if- only if you-”

“Yeah?” Then there were fingers fluttering at his hole, feeling around as if just for the sake of it, and Harry whimpered, caught a flash of Louis’ lips curving-

“Only- oh - only- if you make me-” he stuttered, and Louis wasn’t even kissing him any more, was simply breathing hotly against his mouth, hovering millimetres away, grinding down dirtily.

“Only if I make you what , baby?” Louis pressed, almost innocently curious, if not for the edge of teasing demand lacing his words. 

“Only if you make me come!” Harry finally managed. His head reeled as suddenly all tantalizing movement stopped, and in the quiet after his admission, he felt a fierce blush take hold of his cheeks. 

Louis had pulled away a few inches, now looking down at him with a knowing glint in his eye. “What’s that, Harry?”

Harry. Not angel, not darling. The sternness in his question made his stomach swoop, and he was suddenly mortified but determined to not let it show. He was an angel, for heaven’s sake. 

Harry took a deep breath, trying not to waver under Louis’ searing gaze. “I said…you have to guarantee that you will make me come.”

Louis quirked a brow. “Oh?”

“Yeah. Only then may you tie me up,” Harry continued haughtily, jutting his chin up slightly, trying to stop the tremble in his wings at the mere anticipation of being tied up .

A lazy grin graced Louis’ face, and it screamed trouble before he even opened his mouth. “Are you … trying to give me instructions on what I can and cannot do to you?”

Harry briefly floundered, jaw dropping slightly. “I- no?” His heartbeat was thunderous; he wished he could’ve backtracked, but it was too late.

“Because I thought it was very clear, angel,” Louis drawled, grabbing Harry’s chin and tilting his head up, holding him there so he had to meet the punishing gaze, “ I decide what I want to do with you. And you decide to be an angel and just take it.”

Harry swallowed, but remained silent, mostly because he didn’t want his body to betray the way it was being wound up slowly like he was merely some wind-up toy under Louis’ masterful hands and words.

“Of course,” Louis continued, like he was commenting on the weather, letting go of Harry’s chin roughly, only to drag his hand down his throat, taunting, promising , “You can also choose to disobey. If you're happy with being denied pleasure.”

A whine of protest slipped past his lips without his permission at that, and Louis’ eyes flickered with something akin to delight.

“So, tell me, angel,” he edged, pressing his thumb down on his throat just so, cracking his facade that much more, “are you feeling particularly hungry for some torture tonight?”

“No!” Harry cried, shattering, hanging onto Louis’ wrist of the hand that was resting on his throat. “Please!”

“That’s what I thought,” Louis muttered, smiling at him in victory. “Gonna behave and let me tie you up?”

Louis’ words were taunting, full of fire, but his eyes had softened, clear as the sky. Even through his desperation-laden haze, Harry caught the genuine question in them, and his heart soared.

“Yeah, please.”

“Alright. Up you go, pet, on your knees for me,” Louis ordered, tapping his thigh, pushing and nudging till he had him positioned the way he wanted. Which was Harry kneeling on the bed, sitting primly on his ankles, back towards Louis. 

“Good. Now stay still for me, hmm?” Louis’ low voice tickled the shell of his ear. Anticipation fluttered through him, at the knowledge that Louis was watching him, and it took everything in him to curb the restless twitch running through his body. Instead, he let his wings flow out over his back and slightly to the sides gracefully, waiting.

Harry had never felt less like an angel as his patience wore thin with each passing moment, as he knelt there feeling oddly exposed. Waiting, waiting, waiting . For something, anything . Instead of giving in to the temptation of looking back at Louis to see why he wouldn’t indulge him a little when he was being so good, he folded his hands in his lap and let his head hang down.

Finally, the first touch after what seemed like an eternity came, and it was more tender than he had expected. Louis’ fingertips ghosted down his spine, and when he spoke, his words matched the feel of the caress.

“My, look at you,” Louis marvelled quietly. “Already the very picture of submission.”

Harry couldn’t have stopped the shiver that rippled through his wings at that, and his gasp was drawn out as he felt Louis flush against him in a flash, hand wrapping around his throat. In a claim, in belonging . “And all just for me, hmm?”

Harry merely nodded, breath leaving him in a whoosh as Louis backed away. Valiantly, he ignored the way his cock twitched. 

Behind him, Louis was shuffling, thinking out loud. “Let’s see how best to do this … let me just …” Part of Harry was tormented by not being able to see Louis, but any qualms he had dissipated at the thrill of having Louis’ hands firmly grasp his wings without preamble, making him suck his lip between his teeth.

“Fold these up for me, precious,” Louis coaxed, as he carefully manoeuvred his long wings so that they were closed and pressed up against his back in a folded manner. Harry got the hint, and let his wings go lax, tucking them in. Louis pressed a palm against each of them, making him keen. 

“I’ll never quite stop being in awe of these,” Louis murmured, and then two soft, lingering kisses were pressed into the sensitive area where his wings met his shoulder bones. Harry trembled, palms digging into his thighs at the intimate touch, he couldn’t-

“Or how wonderfully they betray your excitement,” Louis continued wickedly, trailing his hands down the long edge of his wings, and Harry hissed, watched in a hot flush as a bead of precome rolled down the head of his cock, how was he ever expected to-

“Or how sensitive they are,” Louis ended, scratching at the downy feathers at the bottom of his wings, pulling a full-bodied quiver, as Harry threw his head back. How was he ever meant to behave? 

“Louis,” he cried out weakly, rutting up into the air, once. Louis’ lips were on his wings, exploring them like they were something divine, and the hum of answer against them sent vibrations through the feathers in a way that had him weak. 

“Thank you for letting me play with these,” Louis said, scratching bluntly down the areas where his wings folded. It took a minute for Harry to clear his throat, eyelids fluttering from the gentle waves of pleasure shooting up from every point of contact on his wings, up his spine. 

“My … my pleasure,” he tried to joke, wincing as it came out breathier than he intended.

“Oh, your pleasure indeed,” Louis teased, breath hot against his sensitive wings, and then, he was gathering them up and holding both close to each other in one hand. For a moment, nothing happened, adding to the frenzy slowly brewing inside him. He opened his mouth, to say what, he didn’t know, but-

The next second, an airy “Oh” escaped him, as he felt something tantalisingly soft running against the very tops of his wings Goosebumps scattered across his skin. 

“Do you like that,” Louis pressed against his ear, low and sensuous. Harry nodded his head jerkily, arching his back into the feeling.

“Wha- what is it?” he asked with a quiet moan as the silky feeling dragged across various parts of his wings for a few dizzying moments.

“It’s satin,” Louis replied, pulling the sensation entirely away, and Harry tried not to whine, “Satin ropes.” 

Harry’s throat went dry, and all he uselessly managed was another pathetic “ oh .”

Louis chuckled, and Harry felt the heat spread across his wanton body. “Do you want to see, angel?”

He couldn’t even think straight, but he nodded, waiting for Louis to drop it into his lap, or hold it out in front of him. Instead, he watched cluelessly as both of Louis’ arms came around him, holding part of a deep purple, soft-looking rope. Harry had merely a second to admire it before said rope was being looped loosely around his aching, pulsing cock, each clever loop by sinful hands making the material drag against him teasingly. Harry’s jaw dropped.

“W-what-”

“Just showing you why it’s such a wonderful choice on my part,” Louis said, kissing his neck. Harry couldn’t move, couldn’t look away from the rings of purple against his cock, obscene and unbelievably arousing-

Then Louis wrapped a hand around the loose coils of rope, and started moving his hands in slow, long pulls over his cock, making the satin material glide over him with each tug. Harry dropped his head back against Louis, a drawn-out moan ripped out of him at the feeling of soft satin teasing his cock. 

“Louis, fuck , please …”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, love,” Louis warned, squeezing his cock, and then pulled the ropes away in one last pleasurable tug. Harry mewled miserably- he needed, he needed, he needed. “This is merely a little taste.”

Harry shuddered but fell quiet, trying to slow down the heaving of his chest. It was in vain, when he felt Louis’ sure hands once again gently tug his wings back into position, as he continued to say, “I’m glad you seem to like it so much, though. Thought satin ropes might be a nice touch; I can tie your wings up, but they won’t hurt or snag at these delicate beauties.”

The rope was looped around the bases of both his wings. 

“Never want to hurt you anyway,” Louis carried on conversationally, “well. Unless you’re asking for it, but that’s a little different, eh?” Any answer Harry could’ve conjured lodged itself in his throat as the loop was tightened with a tug, making both of his wings now snugly pressed against each other at the base. An odd sort of exhilaration spread through him.

Louis ran adoring hands over the smooth feathers, making them quiver, as he carefully seemed to loop them around the tightly pressed wings. “Anyway, I’ve charmed the rope, so that they won’t harm a single feather, not even accidentally.”

Harry’s chest tightened the same way the loops of rope kept tightening around him. His words were shaky when he mumbled, “Thank you.”

Louis’ murmur of ‘of course’ slipped away as Harry settled into the feeling of silky rope being threaded across and around his wings, immobilizing them gradually. It was slow, careful work, and Louis was meticulous

“You could’ve just used your powers to do this y’know,” Harry huffed after a moment, cursing how affected he sounded. “We would be done in a moment.”

“And what? Give up the chance to play with these?” Louis asked playfully, petting his wings before returning to his task. “Never.”

“Knew you had a thing for my wings,” Harry quipped cheekily, squealing at the swat to his bum. 

“Cannot deny it, but … I’ve got a thing for your wings because you’ve got a thing for me playing with them.”

Harry was eternally glad Louis couldn’t see the blush he was sure he was sporting.

“Besides, if I just charmed them, couldn’t get you like this then, could I?” Louis asked, kissing the back of his neck, then mumbling against his skin. “So sweet and pliant. So gorgeous.”

Harry squirmed, finding himself too shy to reply coherently, so instead he once again went lax, focusing on what he could feel. Time swirled in a mindless pattern as the ropes coiled around him. There was something about it that filled him with a pleasant sort of fuzziness; Louis’ loving hands touching him with care, the rope slipping and sliding across sensitive crooks, having to do nothing but just stay still and revel in the sensation. Harry sighed, eyes fluttering closed.

But there was something unexpectedly arousing about it too. As a creature that had the will to bend time and the freedom to soar skies, he hadn’t imagined being restrained would feel so … titillating. Louis’ expert and fluid movements, the rope tightening in exactly the right ways, the knowledge that he truly couldn’t do anything but surrender … his untouched cock dripped, and Harry just felt.

Like nothing but an object of sin.

“How do you feel?” Louis asked after an immeasurable amount of time, shaking Harry out of a mild trance. He straightened his back, in an effort to get a sense of how he felt, and felt the tautness near his shoulders and back, in his wings. The heady feeling built.

“Is it-” Harry started, licking his lips, having to clear the rasp of his voice. “Is it done?”

“Yeah,” Louis answered, sounding a little affected himself. “How do you feel? Is it alright?”

“Good,” he replied, taking stock, warm all over. A little dirty, like he was put on display, restrained, but his hard cock betrayed how he felt about it. “Strange, but … good. So good.”

“Good,” Louis said, sounding pleased. Just as Harry was lulled into a false sense of calm, a sharp tug to the rope binding his wings sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock, and Harry’s strangled moan nearly drowned out Louis saying, sharp and dangerous, “Filthy boy, loving having your wings tied this much.”

The words were nearly drowned by a faint ringing in his ears as Harry was rocked by the sensation of the pleasure rushing through him. Precome blurted from his cock. Harry’s eyes fluttered close involuntarily as he allowed himself to sink into the overwhelming feelings. All of a sudden, he was acutely aware of the way his body was responding to his ever-growing arousal. His cock was throbbing, his hole twitching at the emptiness, and sheer need beneath his veins simmering like an itch he couldn’t scratch away. Something in him seemed to just snap .

“Oh god,” Harry moaned loudly, arching, seeking anything , “I need! I … oh heavens!”

“Harry?”

“Please,” Harry begged a little reedily, shifting forward just so he could claw at the pillow in front of him, “I need to- I need-”

Louis’ voice was several pitches higher in concern when he spoke again, touching Harry’s back lightly, “What is it, pet? Haz?”

Harry shook his head, desperation like he’d never been subjected to in his entire existence gripping him tightly. “I need you,” he gritted out, trembling, breath lodged in his lungs. “God- I, anything, please.”

“Harry,” Louis said sharply, commanding his attention, temporarily freeing him off the clutch his need for release had on him. “Breathe, love, I need you to calm down first, okay?”

Harry nodded jerkily, and attempted to take deep breaths. It was a task, but with Louis rubbing soothing circles into his back, he eventually found himself feeling composed enough to not be clawing at the sheets like some deranged animal. 

“Better?”

“Yeah. Just. Need you.”

Louis hummed thoughtfully, rubbing his shoulders. “Is it just that? Is that all?”

Harry sighed, not knowing how to explain the way everything he had been feeling now felt magnified. “It’s just. Everything feels so … intense. I think … being like this, um,” he stuttered, feeling shy, “having my wings tied just … I just feel so much more, I just need you. Bad. I just feel so-”

“Desperate? Needy?”

“Yeah,” Harry mumbled, ducking his head.

There was a pause. Then Louis was dropping his head against Harry’s shoulder with a groan. “You’re going to kill me, angel.”

Harry laughed wildly, still trying to wrap his head around the new level of sensations. An odd sense of energy was ricocheting within him. Trapped. Like little jolts of current that spread through his body and out to his wings, except it didn’t flick on out from there. His wings, tied neatly, were thrumming with contained energy. 

With power. 

Harry’s eyes widened as things clicked into place. 

“Oh. I feel …” he tried, the word he wanted to use resting on his tongue distastefully, unfamiliar. He sighed. When every fibre of him seemed to be woven with lust and want, the last thing he wanted to do, really, was express exactly how he was feeling. 

“Yeah?” Louis coaxed. Which would have been sweet had it not been for the way he was also stroking along Harry’s wings absently, likely in hopes of soothing him. 

“You’re not helping by touching them,” he said with a whine, and the touch stopped abruptly. Another whine left him at that.

“Oh? Do you not want me to?”

“I do!” Harry rushed to correct. “It’s just …an overwhelming feeling right now.”

“But you like that,” Louis stated, so close to him that the breath that hit his skin made him shiver.

“Yeah,” Harry agreed, glad Louis couldn’t see just how red he was turning, “but, not when I’m trying to say something.”

“Okay,” Louis huffed, but it was playful. Still, he was no longer touching him anywhere, and without that distraction, the impending admission felt even tougher to voice. 

“I feel a little … vulnerable like this.”

The few seconds between the uttered words and the softest of touches to his hip felt like it dragged, but then, Louis was speaking, achingly soft, “Harry. Turn around, love.”

Harry shuffled around awkwardly, guided by Louis’ hands on his hips, till he was sat in front of him, facing him. He was fascinated by a small rip in the knee of Louis’ black trousers, though. 

“Look at me, baby,” Louis urged, a finger lifting his chin up delicately, forcing him to meet his gaze. Serene blues were looking at him with love. The same blues Harry had known, burnt into the back of his mind for what felt like eternity. The ones he’d grown to love fiercely. “Is that bad? Do you want to stop?”

“No, no,” Harry said, placing a palm on Louis’ chest. “I’m just not used to it. I’m an angel, I’m not used to feeling vulnerable … not like this.”

He took a deep breath. “I’m not used to having my powers restrained, y’know.”

Harry watched, as if in slow motion, as Louis’ brows furrowed at that piece of information like he was trying to figure out if he heard right. A second passed before his mouth fell ajar, staring back at him in disbelief. 

“Your … what??”

Harry shrugged, slightly amused at taking the cocksure, suave demon by surprise. “I didn’t realize it at first, but … my wings contain my energy, all of my power. Having them bound means my powers are restrained. Trapped.”

Louis continued to gape at him.

“In fact, I’m … completely powerless right now. It’s not bad or anything, not when I’m with you, anyway. Just feels … new.”

“I had … I had no idea,” Louis finally whispered, a mix of awe and shock flickering in his eyes.

“Neither did I,” Harry replied, smiling softly to reassure him. “I mean … it’s not every day a wily demon is tying your wings up.”

Louis’ eyes flashed brightly. “Careful, darling. It’s not every day an angel is getting wet, begging me to tie his wings up, either.”

“Lou,” he admonished, flushing scarlet and squirming in place. He was reminded of how much more intensely he was feeling everything now, with his wings and powers restrained.

“What?” Louis drawled in the same tone. “You enjoy dishing it out, but don’t like it so much when you get to receive the same?”

“ Like it,” Harry whispered like it was a secret, ducking his head.

“Mmm, know you do.” Louis let a hand trail innocently down his chest, grazing over his nipples, pulling a hiss from them. “You really are extra sensitive and desperate with your powers restrained, hmm?”

“Yeah,” Harry said with a little moan.

“Like this, you’re just a little plaything for me … can do anything as I please, can’t I?”

Harry’s breath hitched, body aching for Louis’ touch, more of it. “Y-yeah, as you please.”

“You’re being so sweet for me now, darling,” Louis commented, his smile pleased and holding a steady gaze with him, “The significance of it isn’t lost on me. Remember that I’ll know if you want to stop, but you can also always just tell me, yeah?”

Harry smiled up at him beatifically, entranced by the constant near devotion that always laced every action from the demon. “I know.”

“C’mere.” Harry sighed into the kiss that Louis pulled him into, softer than the moment warranted, considering he felt like he couldn’t get enough air in his lungs if Louis wouldn’t touch him soon. When Louis pulled back, the familiar glint was back in his eyes, as he looked him up and down in appraisal.

“Turn around, while I decide what I want to do with you,” he finally said, flicking his wrist. Harry scrambled to comply, shuffling around till he was resting in his previous position, feet under his bum and wings pressed together and tucked close to his back. Once again, as they both relapsed into silence, Harry could do nothing but wait, anticipating where Louis’ touch would land, how it would feel. His own imagination did nothing but serve as torture.

“I wonder …” Louis broke the silence with a low musing. Before Harry could question what Louis was up to, he felt a gentle touch on his wing. Dragging, down, slowly, till the touch stopped near the tip of his wing. And then, a flutter of touch at his hole, teasing, barely there. His breath caught.

“Hmm…”. A hand was then resting on Harry’s back, applying pressure. Harry, utterly swept up in the sensations, could do nothing but bend with the force, bowing his back till he was staring at the sheets. The touch at his back disappeared. 

Before he could even frown, the fleeting touch from before was back at his more exposed hole now, insistent even as it remained infuriatingly light. When the tingling sensation breached his hole, he stopped breathing altogether. He was far too stunned to even register what was happening, a low drawn-out wail escaping him without permission, until the slow movement that dragged against his walls repeated, once, twice. Harry squeezed his eyes shut, shuddering violently.

Louis was fucking him with his wings.

The long feathers, from his own wings, were slowly being pushed into his slick hole, teasing and measured.

He was- he was being fucked by the tips of his own, satin-bound wings. 

“Oh, my fuck- oh my god ,” Harry gasped out, at both the realization and at the feeling of soft feathers tickling and caressing the puckered skin, the walls. Almost involuntarily, he bent over more, spreading his thighs further, so Louis had more access.

An interested hum came from behind him. 

“Oh … you … just as I thought.” Harry felt the feathers being pulled out, making him clench, twitching relentlessly as the damp feathers were dragged across his rim. “So filthy , for an angel.”

Harry cried out, shaking, palms digging into the bed as the wing tips were pushed back into him again. With his wings being divine and a source of his power, he quickly discovered something else. Not only was pleasure sparking from the way the feathers were being fucked into him slowly, but also, small zips of white-hot pleasure ran up his wings with the way he was squeezing tight around them. 

It shouldn’t have been a surprise that his wings were erogenous on their own. It still felt like it, however, and the double sensations of pleasure were making his toes curl in his exposed, magicless state.

“Does it feel good, angel?” Louis edged, and Harry felt him pull apart one of his cheeks with one hand, exposing him more as the feathers were pushed in. “To be touched so sinfully by something so pure?”

Harry would have never imagined that his own feathers dragging tantalisingly across his sensitive walls and entrance could feel so good. He whined, feeling the way his cock was dripping onto the sheets below. 

“Do you feel dirty? Knowing you’re being pleasured by your own, divine wings?” The wing tips did nothing to make him feel full the way he needed. But the act, the very notion of it … with each flutter and movement of his feathers, Harry felt tears sting his eyes. Anguished, by how unbearably aroused he was, and aroused by the anguish lashing at him like a whip. 

Louis’ grip on his arse was punishing, and the pace with which the feathers were being driven in was maddening. “You’re so wet,” Louis commented darkly. “Gonna get your wings all wet and dirty for me? Like the darling whore you are?”

“Louis,” Harry said, choking on a sob, shaking his head and rutting against nothing but air in desperation. “Please, ‘s too much, I want to”-

“Aw, you want to come?” Louis chuckled, and it was so mean , so taunting, yet Harry felt it stoke the fire in him further. “So soon? Does getting fucked by your wings make you needy, baby?”

Harry was beyond a point of shame, fuelled by the growing urge to chase release. “Yeah,” he wailed wantonly, “please, touch me, Louis, please!”

“Can’t get off on this alone?” Louis asked, and Harry was panting, thinking he could, he was so close, but just needed…something more, a little push, a touch, a stroke-

“Wanna come,” he begged brokenly, his release coiling tighter, surging through him. So close . “Help me, please.”

Something he said must’ve made Louis take pity on him, because he was relenting. “Alright, pet. You’ve been so lovely begging me and letting me tie your wings up and play with you. You can come.”

Harry could’ve sobbed with relief at the words alone, but then Louis’ hand was reaching around and wrapping against his cock, tugging at him in time with the wing tips fucking into him. The stimulation on his neglected cock, his hole, and his wings was almost too much; Harry was shaking so much he could feel himself slip, as he clenched and braced himself for what he knew would be a shattering orgasm. He could feel it build, feel the way he arched obscenely, helplessly, a litany of shameless cries falling from his lips as Louis played his body expertly. It coiled tighter and tighter-

And never came.

Harry grunted and hit the mattress in frustration, tears in the corners of his eyes as he humped against Louis’ palm. “Louis, I can’t - I”-

“Come on darling, you can come,” Louis urged, oblivious to Harry’s internal state of turmoil. Harry wanted to, he was so close he almost felt delirious, and everything felt so good that he should be shaking his way through his release right now. Instead, he felt like his lungs were constricting, and something was hooking around his middle and tugging him away.

“I can’t!” he cried loudly, not understanding. Pleased little whines still punctured the air amidst his confused cries. “So c-close, but … I cannot!”

As minute trembles wracked his body, his wings feeling like they were burning with the way the trapped energy thrummed, something clicked in his lust-addled brain awfully. He knew it to be true the second the realization came to him, even though he had quite literally never been in this predicament before. 

He couldn’t come when his wings were bound. 

“Louis,” he whined miserably, still chasing the feeling even if he knew he couldn’t get it. “C-can’t come like this … not like this.”

Louis sounded a little lost when he spoke. “Huh? Do you want to- what do you want baby?”

“No, no, it’s not that,” he rushed, sweating and feverish to touch. “I just- I can’t come with my wings tied!”

All movement and touch on him stopped, and despite that doing nothing to alleviate his pent-up arousal, he heaved a sigh. He’d never wanted something so much that he ached with it. And yet-

“What do you mean?”

Harry huffed, mortified. “I mean- I don’t know, I just. I think it’s holding me back, can’t seem to … g-get there with these bound.”

“… oh.”

Harry didn’t have the faintest idea as to what Louis was thinking. Nor did he have a clue as to why he was mortified, or why that was also going straight to his cock. All he could do was wait with bated breath, head hung low.

“Oh,” Louis said again, this time laced with delight, an edge. A hand returned to palm at his arse. “Can’t come with your wings all tied up? Isn’t that just too bad.”

Harry gasped, head spinning at the switch up, at the devious tinge in Louis’ voice. “Louis-”

“Didn’t plan this, but,” Louis gave the ropes a slight tug, making him suck a breath in sharply, “bet we could have some fun with this.”

“Fun?”

“Mmm.” Louis slowly began to stroke his cock again, drawing a hiss from him. “Do you wanna come, baby?”

“Y-yeah, so bad, fuck.”

“Would you like me to untie you now so that you can come like you so badly want to?” he teased, voice a mere murmur.

Harry nodded fervently. “Yeahhh … please, want to, want-”

“A shame really, then, that you’re going to have to wait.”

Harry shuttered. “W-what?”

“I quite enjoy seeing you be nothing but a desperate mess,” Louis drawled, pulling his hand and the feathers away. Leaving him with nothing. 

“No- please, Louis, I want it, I need to come, please,” he begged, trying to straighten up, but stumbling.

“Yeah? I think you could wait a little more, I think I could get you to be a little more desperate-”

“Please!!” Harry sobbed. “Want it so bad, I’ll do anything!”

“There we go,” Louis crooned. He guided Harry to straighten up, so he was back upright on his knees, and one of Louis’ hands snaked up his chest. “You’ll do anything ?”

Louis was pressed up close against him now, fingers at the edge of his throat, and Harry couldn’t breathe . “Yeah, I’ll do anything, please.”

“Because I think,” Louis hedged, tilting his neck, grazing his lips across the sensitive skin, “it’s unfair that you’ve been having all this fun, and I’ve not been tended to at all.” He ended his sentence with a roll of his hips, his clothed erection rubbing against Harry’s arse. Harry bit his lip, mind clouded by lust and the feel and promise of Louis’ cock. “And I simply don’t think that will do, do you, baby?” he asked, grinding against him in maddening little circles. 

Harry shuddered, a new kind of hunger possessing him. “N-no.”

“No,” Louis agreed, kissing his neck. “And what are we going to do about that?”

Harry’s eyes fluttered close, feeling like his cheeks had burst into flames, as he mumbled, “Let me, please.”

“Hmm? What’s that, darling?”

Harry whined, squirming in Louis’ grip. “Let me please you.”

The hand around Harry’s throat tightened a fraction. “Are you asking or commanding? Because darling boy, this is a pleasure that must be earned .”

“Asking,” Harry stuttered out. Not even when he had been heaven’s good little soldier had he felt the urge to obey and please the way he did at this moment. “Please, I wanna, I wanna-”

“Yes? What do you want, Harry?”

“Wanna suck you off.”

Louis tugged at his hair sharply, making him yelp. “Ask nicely.”

“Please can I suck you off, Louis- please. ”

“Well, since you’re begging for it …”

Louis pulled him up and helped him get off the bed, steadying him when he stumbled. As he stood a few feet away from the bed, an expectant gaze falling onto him, Harry’s eyes widened. Without much more of a thought, he sank down to his knees fluidly, peering up at Louis, heart in his throat.

“Eager, are we?”

Harry shuffled forward, cheeks reddening under the teasing. His hands twitched where they were in his lap, itching to touch, to please. “Please.”

“So polite and needy,” Louis remarked, eyes searing upon each part of him it touched. “But it’s only because you want to come, huh?”

“N-no!” Harry implored, scrambling. “Just want to please you, please let me … let me suck your cock, please.”

Louis groaned softly above him, brilliant blues darkening. “The mouth on you … obscene , angel.”

Keeping his eyes trained on him, Louis eased open the button of his trousers, and Harry watched, unable to tear his eyes away from the teasing fingers and the promise of what lay underneath the material. And as the trousers were tugged down, revealing his thick, hard cock that bobbed inches away from his face, Harry whined. 

“Please,” he whispered, transfixed, automatically swaying closer. Swallowing a noise as Louis wrapped a veiny hand around his cock and pulled slowly.

“Ready to serve me?” he asked, and it was a little mocking, the choice of words, meant to tease. Except Harry couldn’t be blamed for the way he groaned at it, all thoughts evaporating from his head.

“Yess,” he hissed, fighting not to replace Louis’ hand with his own, “Yes, yes yes, please, my lord.”

The beat of silence that followed had him lost, till he tore his gaze away from the cock in front of him to look up at Louis’ face. Where he was looking down at him with a raised eyebrow, surprise evident on his features. Only then did it hit Harry. Oh, god-

“ Lord ?” Louis echoed, voice deep and sultry. Harry squirmed helplessly under the dark gaze, sure that he was flushed down to his chest. “Oh, my little lamb .”

Harry mewled, unable to keep facing the intensity behind those eyes, averting his gaze. He could pretty much feel his heart knock against his ribs. He couldn’t shy away from Louis though; an insistent finger was underneath his chin then, tilting his head up, holding him in place. From where he was, Louis seemed powerful, larger than life, and effortlessly had him. Always did. 

“I’ve made a sinful little thing out of you, haven’t I?” he murmured, a pleased curl to his lips that oddly made Harry feel … pride? “On your knees like an obedient little angel, and calling me ‘lord’?”

“Please,” Harry pleaded, and he didn’t even know for what. He’d take anything. Do anything.

“My, little lamb.” The touch under his chin shifted, palm spanning Harry’s cheek. “Are you going to pray to me for your release and pleasure, like you pray for salvation?”

“My lord,” Harry blubbered desperately, uncaring of how he had been reduced to nothing but something for Louis to toy with, to break and then put back together adoringly. He lived for it. “Please.”

“Alright, baby, prove yourself.”

For someone who hadn’t actually had Louis in his mouth too many times, Harry did not hesitate. Eager - Louis’ taunt from earlier echoed in his head, but it only served to make his cock drip even more. Even as his hands trembled, Harry gripped Louis’ cock firmly, feeding it between his parted lips, moaning at the feel and weight of him finally .

“There we go,” Louis encouraged, eyes fluttering in seeming pleasure. “Now c’mon, I’m not in a patient mood, pet.”

Harry was only happy to indulge. Wrapping his lips around the throbbing girth and ensuring a firm suction, he began to bob his head experimentally, guided only by what he knew he liked himself. When Louis was silent for the first few moments, panic gripped him, driven by the sheer need to please him. He didn’t know if he could keep going without being able to gauge how Louis was feeling , but he let his cock push in deeper anyway, mouth stretching.

“So good for me, Haz,” he finally let slip, the barest of trembles in his voice. Something in Harry settled, as he picked up the pace, drool pooling at the corners of his mouth. Obscene. Desired. “Always so perfect, but nothing like when you’re on your knees stuffed with my cock. Beautiful .”

Harry flushed, peering up at Louis in gratitude. He felt it too; always ravished by Louis no matter what, no matter the moment. Diligently, he kept his attention on taking Louis a little further in each time, letting his tongue massage the vein underneath with each little push. Pulling away only when he choked, tears springing to his eyes as he fought for air for a moment.

“Louis,” he mumbled nonsensically, leaning into his touch as he swiped a tear from his cheek gently. Then Louis’ sure hand was guiding him forward, staying tangled in his curls as he pushed his cock into his waiting mouth again. The soft groan that fell from his lips was a reward like no other. 

“You- were made for this,” Louis gritted out, hand tightening in his hair. “Take me so well.”

Harry, fuelled by Louis’ praise, and the muffled groans and sighs he couldn’t seem to keep in check, sucked at him harder, alternating between suckling at the sensitive head and keeping long, languid strokes over his cock. His precome coated his tongue and he moaned at the taste, remaining undeterred in his pace, as messy as it was becoming.

“C-close,” Louis bit out after a while. Harry could tell too, by the way the hand in his hair involuntarily jerked him closer occasionally, and his cock being thrust into his mouth in slight twitches. The pinch between his brows and his mouth hanging open in pleasure was driving something feral within him, being the only thing on his mind. He’d nearly managed to overlook his own neglected erection or just how hazy with arousal he was feeling. 

Knowing Louis was close, Harry gave it to him in earnest. The room was filled with the obscene noises of Harry sucking and lapping at him with too much fervency, far little grace, and Louis’ own addicting whines. Harry couldn’t help but moan with his cock down his throat in response, making Louis curse loudly.

“Doing- oh- doing so well, darling,” he said breathily, now guiding Harry’s pace with his hands. “Close. Want a little treat?”

Harry didn’t bother pulling off, instead choosing to nod with wide eyes. He only managed to catch the hint of a smirk on Louis’ bitten lips, before his attention was drawn elsewhere. To his wings. That had begun to tingle. 

Harry pulled away in haste, caught off guard. “W-what-”

“Feel good, darling?”

It almost felt like burning, but also… cool ? Tingling and skittering sensation that spread through his tied wings, rushing….rushing straight to his dribbling cock. Harry threw his head back and moaned at the sensation, unable to do anything but take it in. “F-fuck, Lou, oh my god.”

Louis grinned down at him. “I take that as a yes. Not gonna keep it up if you don’t make me come, though.”

“No, please,” Harry rasped, taking Louis’ dick in his hand again, trying to focus. It was difficult, with the tantalizing sensations on his sensitive wings. He needed to come. His mouth was on Louis again, eager to make him come first.

“Good boy,” Louis breathed, mischief in his eyes. “You can thank the ropes keeping your wings bound for the little treat, by the way- ah - Just some good ol’ lavender smoked rope. Just charmed them, just for you.”

Harry’s moan was nothing but a gargle, pitifully having to ignore his cock twitching. Lavender was an aphrodisiac of sorts, but he had no idea they would have this effect on his wings. They made his wings pulse and tingle, and he belatedly realized he was whimpering continuously as he let Louis fuck into his pliant mouth. 

“Been- oh fuck , been so good for me angel, I’m,” Louis stuttered, grinding into his wet heat, tensing slightly. “I’m going to-”

Harry sucked hard, letting Louis hit the back of his throat and automatically swallowing around him, drawing a loud curse from Louis. The next second, Harry could feel spurt after spurt of come go down his throat, and he swallowed the best he could while still being stuffed with his softening cock. Louis was a trembling, moaning mess above him, and the image sent a surge of power rushing through him, even as he remained bound and on his knees.

Only when Louis twitched with sensitivity did he pull him off his cock, petting his face. Harry was far too gone to do much but grin up at him, feeling sated despite the lingering frustration beneath his veins. He had been good. Louis was pleased. And he felt like he could float with it.

“Darling.”

Harry blinked, trying to focus. Louis’ handsome face swam into view again, and the smile on his face was unbearably pleased and full of warmth. He was cradling his face, and Harry leant into it happily. 

“C’mon love, up you go.”

Harry only barely registered Louis helping him up and onto the bed. With a flick of his wrist, he felt the binds around his wings disappear, and his wings unfurled and spread out, flexing. The sensitivity from before dulled, but the arousal remained sharp and pressing, and he moaned softly.

“Aren’t you glad I didn’t take my own sweet time undoing those ropes by hand,” Louis teased, petting his hips. Harry, out of his mind with want, merely whined, lying on his back with his wings spread out at a gentle push from Louis. He was shaking with the need to find release, yearning for Louis’ touch now that he knew he got to come.

“Alright, angel, you’ve done so well,” Louis cooed, stroking his wings. Harry shivered. “You can come now, okay?”

Harry didn’t even get to nod, before Louis was ducking down, and wrapping his sinful lips around his hard and leaking cock. The edges of his vision blurred at the exquisite velvety warmth after so long of nothing, and his nails dug into Louis’ shoulders involuntarily.

“F-fuck, Louis, I’m not- oh god- not gonna last,” he managed, feeling his breath catch. It was too much all at once, when Louis began moving his mouth, and he could feel the deep pull in his core, body tensing up and arching.

“Louis, I’m-” he warned, and it took just one, two more bobs of his head and fingers prodding at his clenching hole. Harry arched off the bed and came with a guttural groan of Louis’ name on his lips like a prayer. Louis didn’t let up, swallowing his seed till Harry’s wings nearly clocked him again out of sensitivity.

For a few minutes, Harry tried to get enough air into his lungs, as he lay there trembling all over, wings quivering. Louis had sidled up to him at some point, half covering his shaking body as he pressed soft touches and softer words into his sweaty skin. Harry let out a breath, a giddy smile on his lips. 

“Okay?” Louis asked simply, eyes running over him. Harry cupped his cheek, cherishing the scratch of his scruff against his palm. 

“More than.”

“Does it hurt?” Louis’ next rapid question came, brows furrowed.

“What, cause I fell from heaven?” he asked impishly.

Louis swatted at his chest lightly with an affronted noise. “Always forget how cheeky you can get after coming,” he tutted, through the lines etched beside his eyes, fond, told a different story. “I meant your wings.”

Harry smiled, tugging Louis down close, so he could pepper his jaw with kisses. “Mmm, they’re fine, just wonderful. That was … different.”

“But good?”

It was a testament to how much love Louis had that he remained so concerned when he didn’t need to be. He’d have known if Harry was in even the slightest of pain anyway. “ So good.”

“Good,” Louis relaxed. Then smirked. “And sexy.”

“Knew you only want me for my wings,” Harry teased. “Kinky bastard.”

Louis gaped at him. “Such foul language! Am I rubbing off on you that much then?”

“Not nearly as much as I’d like,” Harry muttered. Knew Louis had caught it, if going by the delighted twinkle in his eyes.

“Less talking,” he demanded, crowding into his space, mouth hovering over his, “and more kissing. Hush.”

“Okay,” Harry complied, smiling too big even before their lips met. 

He could do that.

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