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The news arrived yesterday. Harry’s great uncle, Henry, had died. Which... Well, it was arguably sad news, but Harry hadn’t really known Henry, his grandfather's brother. The man was sort of an old hermit. Harry had seen him, what, three times in his whole life, and he could only really remember the last time, about four years ago. He remembered it well because on that day, Henry had explained to him that he lived with a hybrid companion, about Harry's age, and that he would very much like them to meet one day. Louis was an adorable, very funny boy cat, according to him. 

At that moment, Harry had a thousand and one questions about him. Starting with, what was a hybrid cat? 

Then Henry went home, and Harry became fascinated with the subject of these peculiar people. There weren't many of them in the world, maybe ten thousand or so. And although today, society considered them to be real humans, in legal terms the reality was often quite different. That's what his uncle had explained to him. He had rescued Louis from child trafficking. And he'd brought him up as a human being, rather than a fashion prize pony. 

So it didn't come as too much of a surprise when, at the end of his call, his grandfather told him that he had 'inherited' Henry’s hybrid...

Louis would arrive in an hour and Harry's heart was pounding in his chest. His world had turned upside down at the very idea of meeting this half-cat man. 

He wondered what Louis would be like... More on the cat side, more on the human side? He thought Louis would be more on the human side, in the sense that Henry had explained to him that he had home-schooled him, that he was trying to give him a normal, human education. Because that's what every person should get... 

But Harry had seen and read all sorts of things. From humans with just cat ears, or fur, or just a tail. To quite strange living beings, on the talking cat side... Well, there are no talking cats any more, apparently.

Harry had taken stock of his entire flat. He had rearranged everything so that Louis would feel at home, as best he could, with what he'd learned in all those years of research. 

He'd laid out soft cotton blankets everywhere and made sure the guest room was comfortable with lots of pillows, waiting to see how Louis wanted to arrange his bed - Maybe he'd have to buy a mezzanine bed. Hybrids seemed to particularly like them. He made sure that the flat screen on the wall was working and that the desktop computer he had moved was perfectly connected to the internet. Hybrids are known to be curious by nature, so he felt it was important to give him access to any means of satisfying his research needs. He had placed some green plants in the room, and turned up the heating... 

The salmon lasagne was in the oven when the doorbell rang and Harry jumped up. His grandfather had arranged for Louis’ travel, so it should have been the driver knocking on his door, asking for Harry to come down and fetch him. He opened the door on the fly and stopped dead in front of... Well, in front of what must have been Louis... 

The man in front of him was only a few centimetres shorter than him, but he looked much smaller, fluffy hair on his head surrounding two adorable cat ears and a tail. But most of all, his eyes were the most electric shade of blue Harry had ever seen. Louis looked at him from under his eyelashes shyly, he was devastatingly beautiful…

"Louis?" Harry murmured, still shocked. Louis nodded, lowering his gaze, cheeks pinkening prettily. "Come in, come in! God, I thought it was the driver. Sorry, you caught me off guard. D’you have any suitcases downstairs that I can fetch for you?" Harry asked as he opened his arm to invite Louis into the flat. 

"No, I... Just my rucksack..." Louis spoke so softly as he moved into the room that Harry would have missed him if he hadn’t been listening closely.

"Oh... You... You didn't bring anything from there?" Harry was surprised. 

Louis shook his head, taking a deep, shaky breath. Then his nose twitched. All by itself. In an absolutely adorable way. Harry's heart melted a little.

And, shit... Harry knew hybrids were sensitive and everything must have happened so fast for Louis. Harry didn't even know if Louis had ever been out of his uncle's house before, so all this must have been a lot for him. The loss of Henry, the move, a new environment, new smells, a new person, so many unknowns for one person…... 

"Hey... Louis... It's fine... It'll be fine... We'll get to know each other and everything will be fine, okay? I'll... Make yourself at home, walk around the flat and find out... Everything will be fine, yeah..." 

"I... Yeah... I know... Henry said that... He said that you were nice and that... We'd get on well and that... You'd be happy to... To welcome me..." Louis explained, raising his head a little, seemingly sniffing the air, as the corners of his mouth turned up in a slight smirk.

"It's true... I... I'd have preferred to meet you under different circumstances, it's true, but... But I'm glad you've come here... But I... I'm going to need you to explain to me how you live... Because... I want to make you feel as comfortable as possible, OK?" 

And just like that, Louis put his bag down and sat cross-legged, wiggling his bum, on the sofa, back straight, ready to talk. 

"I'm Louis. Human hybrid cat at 20 percent. Hence the ears, tail, and over-developed senses. I’m 23, and I have a preference for fish, although steak and ham are also my favourites. I eat everything. Henry trained me to be a freelance translator. So I work from home. It works well. I like soft blankets and hate the rain. I haven't forgotten to take my cuddly toy for when I need affection. I can't cook and I hate tidying up. However, I don't mind doing the housework… Except for the toilet bowl, I hate toilet bowls." Louis began to list. 

"Okay..." Harry stood in the living room, more than a little surprised as he watched and listened to Louis list things they seemed to have learnt by heart. 

"I know how to stay on my own during the day, even on weekends, provided there are dishes to put in the microwave. I like to go shopping, even though Henry wasn't a fan of shopping, but sometimes, it stinks in the shops. I pay for my Netflix subscription myself. And Henry explained that if things didn't work out between us, I'd have enough money from my job to live on my own. But I would hate that. The loneliness..." 

"Very well... Very well..." 

"I really like to have a laugh, oh- and I love sleeping. And eating. Have you got any milk? Also, is that salmon lasagne I smell? Oh, and I know Friends by heart. And I'm up to episode 203 of The Good Place. Do you have a glass of milk?" Louis concluded with a brilliant smile. 

And frankly. Harry was speechless. 

"Uh... Yeah... Yeah, I'll get that for you..." he shook himself to make his way quickly to the kitchen, returning to find that Louis had stood up and was staring intently at his cream-coloured wallpaper... 

Harry paused before entering the room, the young man seeming excruciatingly focused on his wall which Harry couldn’t really understand... It wasn't stained... Then suddenly, his arm moved at lightning speed, his palm flattening against the wall.

"Ah, I've got you, dust! Louis congratulated himself, jumping up and down in delight, his tail was wagging back and forth excitedly... 

Harry coughed lightly, holding back a laugh behind his hand with the greatest difficulty, and Louis’ tensed up, quickly relaxing when he realised it was Harry.

"Sorry..." he said sheepishly as he returned to his seat. 

"That's okay, here, your glass of milk... I'll... We'll get used to each other, okay?"

Louis nodded, looking at the milk strangely. 

"Something wrong with the milk?" 

"No... It's fine... I... I just... Uh... Sometimes I change my mind quickly..." 

"You don't want any more milk..." Harry realised, amused, and Louis shook his head. 

"I... No... sorry... Oh, I should also tell you that I don't like closed doors... They make me tense... except for the front door... Do you have a balcony? Or a terrace? I love spending time in the sun..." 

Harry chuckled. 

"Why don't you come and see your room and tell me what you think…”

Three weeks later, Harry had practically become a pescatarian, and there was a mezzanine bed in the guest room, as well as a sort of hammock by the window. The spare room was littered with Harry's big, soft sweatshirts and Louis had discovered the Amazon website, getting himself a remote-controlled mouse. Harry had even bought him a red laser pointer which made them both laugh for hours because of the hybrid's total inability to restrain itself from chasing the red dot on the ground.

Louis had told him that he would much rather live with Harry than with Henry, but he couldn't have known that before, because he didn't know Harry. The conversations between them were so easy, and according to Louis, it smelled much better here... 

With Louis as his new half-feline flatmate, Harry quickly realised that a few things were going to change... For example, his title of clothes owner: he didn't really have it any more. After 24 hours, Louis shyly asked if he could borrow a sweatshirt. Harry had very kindly brought him a clean one... Which the hybrid looked at with deep disgust before pointing to the one Harry was currently wearing. He took off his jumper and put on the clean one, not really giving it much thought. 

The next day, when he went home, Louis was wearing the sweatshirt he'd refused the day before. And so it went on for a few days until Harry asked him why he was wearing the sweatshirt Harry had worn the day before. Louis had blushed deeply, looked away and played with his hands, his tail wagging nervously behind him in a tense gesture. "It's just... It smells good... At Henry's, everything stank. And here... It's a bit of perfume heaven for my nose... You, especially, don't smell old. Not at all..." 

The gratuitous compliment had made Harry feel all warm and fuzzy, his chest swollen with tenderness and his brain like cotton candy…

The day Harry offered to go shopping for new clothes, the hybrid couldn't have been more excited. He hopped up and down the street holding Harry's arm, jumping at every sound and laughing his head off at the sight of a butterfly. As he walked into the clothes shop, though, his nose wrinkled. "This doesn't smell right..." He'd commented, but Harry didn't smell anything unusual at all. Going straight to the jumper and tee shirt aisle, each piece of clothing was disdainfully rejected by the hybrid. 

After an hour, however, Harry gritted his teeth... "But Lou, what’s wrong with them? They're the same as mine!" He was angry. Louis turned sharply towards him, his eyes squinting. "It just doesn't smell the same and I don't like it! I don't care what they look like. And they're too small for you so you won't wear them and it'll never smell right!" He hissed, furious. 

Harry had melted a little in the face of the angry hybrid, trying to coax him into taking a few pieces of clothing, and promising to wash them and put them in his bed for a perfume transfer. The joy in Louis's eyes at the offer was worth everything to Harry.

So Harry and Louis shared his clothes…

The other thing Harry suspected, still on the subject of perfumes, was that Louis took his naps in Harry's bed rather than his own when Harry was at work. In other words, every morning Harry made his bed and every evening the sheets were slightly rumpled. When Harry asked the hybrid, the half-cat looked up in the opposite direction, moving away from him without a word...

And then there were the smiles, more and more present on the hybrid's face, the way his eyes lit up every time Harry stepped through the front door. The laughter, less and less hidden, and the way his whole body relaxed day after day... 

"Lou... I've been meaning to ask you. Do you feel comfortable here?" Harry had questioned one evening. 

The hybrid had taken a deep, soothing breath. 

"Better than I've ever been in my life... I'm so much better with you than I was with Henry, I'm... I feel like I'm freer and... And you treat me like a real person, and I realised that Henry didn't." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I... It's different being here, Henry used to scold me every time I acted… cat-like, but not you. You accept both sides of me... I... It's nice..." 

Harry's heart had filled with so much joy at that moment, he could have burst into tears. 

But Harry had also learnt to pay attention to how things were positioned in the flat. The day after the mezzanine had arrived, Harry couldn't understand why Louis didn't come out of his room. When he had moved closer to the room, he could only see the hybrid, rhythmically kicking the corner of the duvet that hung off the corner of the bed, fascinated... "Lou?" He'd called, softly, which didn't stop Louis jumping up as he turned around. 

"You gave me a fright! Idiot!" He'd hissed. 

"Sorry, love, but I've been waiting for you for nearly an hour for lunch, and... I was wondering what you were doing..." Harry smiled at him, genuinely trying not to laugh at his reaction. 

"Just coming, I got distracted..." Louis replied simply, shrugging. 

The other thing was that he had to be punctual. Especially about mealtimes. If he had the misfortune to wake up after half past seven in the morning, even at weekends, he'd have Louis running around the bed, waking him up in various ways: one minute he'd be sliding his long tail along Harry's body, the next he'd be taking Harry's bed for a trampoline... If it was past feeding time, he could be sure that something would happen to him.

However, it would never be worse than the day he had a surprise meeting at work, and so came home nearly an hour late... Louis didn't speak to him all evening, openly sulking, remarking how disappointed he was that he hadn't arrived on time... 

Harry had immediately decided to buy Louis a mobile phone that evening, thinking that the hybrid must have been terribly worried not knowing why he hadn't arrived... 

However, the next time he had a last-minute meeting and sent Louis a message to let him know, he got the same silent treatment. 

Louis ended up shouting at him... "I'm not worried! I just want you home on time! You've got to be back by 5.30! It's 5.30! That's all! It's time, that's all!" Then he jumped onto the windowsill draped with a blanket, lying down and showing his belly, like a happy tomcat…

And tonight, for the first time, Louis let Harry choose what they would watch on TV. They had finished The Good Place the day before, and so Harry had tuned in to start the Fellow Travellers show, which he had been looking forward to for so long.

"Lou, are you sure you don't mind watching a gay show?" Harry confirmed with Louis for the umpteenth time. 

The hybrid boy laughed. 

"I promise, Harry, I don't mind! No, it doesn't bother me. I've just… Like I said, I don't know what it is... This will teach me! I love learning! Plus you said there was a sort of historical context... Henry hadn't thought of everything!” 

"Yeah, I... OK... Well, if it ever makes you uncomfortable, you'll let me know, right?" 

Louis nodded distractedly. He returned to his room to slip into his cat-head socks and pick up his cuddly toy before settling back on the sofa. 

Harry had asked him what he was using the cuddly toy for today, and Louis had simply blushed and looked away, shy, so Harry hadn't pushed, contenting himself with the first explanation he'd had on the first day "For when I need affection…” But, every time they settled down on the sofa for an evening of TV, it was always like that, Louis picked up his cuddly toy and pressed it against his face, giving it little nudges as he glanced at Harry. Seeming to want something he never dared ask for.

"Lou?" Harry ventured as he sat down on the other side of the sofa. 

"Mmmh?" Louis replied distractedly. 

"I... You... I... Can I ask you a question?" 

"Of course!" Louis turned a smiling face towards Harry. 

"Do you like your ears scratched? I mean... I'm sorry to ask but, in everything I've read, hybrid people are described as tactile, and affection-seeking and you're..." 

"Henry always told me that I... That it wasn't right to ask that..." Louis cut him off, his eyes bulging. "That's why I got the cuddly toy!”

"Oh! Oh... I... OK... I... Well... I don't quite see why... But I..." 

" You wouldn't mind scratching my ears?" Louis was quick to cut him off, excitement filtering through his voice. 

Harry shrugged. 

"Not really... No. I... I like to cuddle. I hug everyone." 

Louis's mouth opened into a perfect O for the space of a second before he leapt towards Harry. 

"Like really? I could ask you for hugs?" He asked again, shocked. 

"I mean... yeah... of course. Like… Henry never hugged you?" 

Louis shook his head. 

"No, not for years. Since... I... One day I asked him a question and I thought he was going to have a stroke, he scolded me and asked me never to talk to him about it again and I... After that, he never hugged me…”

"May I ask what the question was?" Harry offered, but Louis looked away, his face visibly flushed. 

"I... I don't want to say it..." He refused. 

"Okay... But if one day you want to ask it again... I promise it won't stop me from continuing to hug you..." Harry smiled as he opened his arm, inviting Louis to make himself comfortable against him. 

The hybrid cat, mouth agape, made himself as comfortable as possible against Harry's warmth, before relaxing completely, feeling Harry's hand begin to scratch behind his left ear.

"Alright then, let's get started..." Harry commented as he pressed play, never for a second ceasing to scratch. 

A few minutes later, a soft purr escaped from Louis’ chest. 

"Oh god... I'd forgotten how good it feels…” Louis murmured as he stretched his back in pleasure, his head pushed into Harry's hand as soon as he slowed down his movements a little, his tail twitching reflexively.

By the end of the episode, however, Louis was tense as ever at his side, not daring to move, barely breathing. 

"Lou..." Harry questioned, voice soft. 

"I... Is there really such a thing?" He asked breathlessly. 

"Well, it's not like that now. But yes... Yes, in the beginning, it was like that..." Harry said apologetically

"No… I mean… Boys can... With other boys?" Louis looked shocked. 

"I... Oh... Yes... We can love and want whoever we want... Didn't Henry ever explain that to you? The different sexualities?" 

Louis shook his head. 

"It was a subject... I... Well... We weren't talking about that..." Louis stammered, trying to pull away. 

"Mmmm. He must not have been very progressive, indeed. We can talk about it if you like. It doesn't bother me. I'm gay. That means I like men. I'm not attracted to women at all." Harry tightened his grip a little without locking Louis in, keeping his tone conversational.

Louis straightened completely to face Harry. 

"Really?" He asked, surprised. 

"Yeah... And that's fine, that's okay... There are women who only like women, men who only like men, women or men who like both sexes. There are women who feel like men and men who feel like women and that's fine!" Harry smiled gently at him.

"So I... I'm not weird? It's not weird not to be attracted to girls in particular?" Louis asked, amazed. 

"I... Obviously, you're not weird, Lou! No, that's fine. You like who you want to like!”

Louis gave him the brightest smile he had ever given him before collapsing against him again. 

"Thank you!" He breathed. "Thank you so much...I...It makes me feel so much better about myself..." Louis confessed.

Harry couldn't help it when he felt his eyes fill with tears, quickly spilling down his cheeks.m, an emotion so violent it gripped his guts, unable to be contained.

"You're welcome" he forced out in a shaky whisper that made Louis sit up again.

"Are you crying? Why are you crying? What's the matter?" Louis alarmed. 

"Nothing, nothing, just... I'm glad... I'm glad we've talked about this and you're feeling better... And I... I'm sorry Henry didn't help you with this earlier..." Harry replied with a watery smile. 

Louis shrugged. 

"I mean, we weren't talking about this at all... I don't know anything about it. The only thing I know is what I've read and I've never found my way around it... And I... It's a good thing I read because... The question I didn't want to ask earlier was a few years ago, I... My penis was getting hard and I didn't know why... He could never explain…”

Harry burst out laughing. 

"He couldn't explain to you why you had an erection? Shit, he must have forgotten what it was! Even back then!" 

Louis looked at him strangely, his nose scrunching up. 

"What?" Harry pulled himself together. 

"I still don't know why it happens... It's just... I read it was normal and hormonal. And I discovered for myself that if you shake it off quickly, it relieves the pressure nicely…”

Harry stopped laughing completely. Looking at him terribly seriously. 

"What?" Louis questioned. 

"You don't know what sex is? Desire? You... You've never... You've... God, obviously you've never had sex..." Harry realised, wondering aloud.

Louis shook his head. 

"Besides, I always thought I had a problem because I... I thought boys were prettier than girls. In fact, you're the prettiest guy I've ever seen! Let alone met. And... I never liked the smell of girls. I always preferred boys'. And I thought I wasn't normal because all the books Henry gave me were about girls and boys and I... Well, you get it… So thank you for telling me that! And for showing me that TV show! ”

"You're not weird, you're normal and I... Lou, if you have any questions, you can ask me, I'll do my best to answer them!" Harry insisted. 

"I... I do... actually..." Louis twitched his nose, his wrist coming to rub his ear in a nervous gesture. 

"Tell me..." Harry hastened to ask, finding himself happy to be able to provide for Louis's curiosity, to be able to bring this to him. 

"How does it work? Between two boys? I mean, I get how it works between guys and girls but two boys?" 

Right. 

Thank you, for the question. 

Harry felt his bowels do something weird... 

"I... Uh... OK..." he began to stammer as Louis finally pulled away from him so he could listen carefully. "Well... Uh... Actually, between boys, we... You have a special place inside you, called the prostate..." 

"I know what it is, it's a gland that plays a role in the production of seminal fluid..." Louis laughed. 

"Yes, and it's sensitive. It gives pleasure when you touch it properly..." Harry smiled at him, filled with the hope that Louis knew about this gland, and therefore realised how to reach it...

"But... I don't understand... It's... Inside... How can you touch it..." Louis frowned before they rose to his hair, making him blush furiously. "Oh... By... By the bum?" He asked, his eyes scanning Harry, questioning.

Harry nodded, smiling reassuringly. 

"But it doesn't hurt? It's... well... it's..." 

"If you take your time, and you're careful, no, it doesn't hurt... It's quite the opposite..." Harry smiled. "Afterwards, it's not just that, sex is many things. There's cuddling, there's kissing, there's oral sex... There's lots of ways to make yourself feel good!" 

Louis blinked owlishly. 

"Will you show me?”

Harry's jaw hit the floor hard, his eyes blinking slowly in response to Louis' question. 

Louis looking at him full of such, such pure hope... 

"I... Guh... I... You... I... Me- I... You... You..." He stammered, his heart beating in his chest harder and faster than it had ever beaten, feeling like his lungs were devoid of air. 

"Please..." Louis insisted, giving to him his best pleading look.

Harry deflated completely. 

"Louis... Lou... You... This is... So how do I tell you... I... It's not that I don't want to. It's very, very, important that you understand that. Okay? But you have to... But you should... You should figure it out with a boy that you like. Who... Who you like. Who you think is pretty..." Harry began to list, and as he did, he saw Louis begin to nod, in complete agreement. 

"I know!" He exclaimed happily. "That's why I'm asking you! And it has to be someone I trust! I like you, I think you're very pretty, and I trust you! I wouldn't ask that of Henry!" He finished his words with a grimace of disgust.

Harry chuckled at the thought, looking down at himself, his hand finding the back of his neck in an obvious nervous gesture, a crooked smile on his warm face... 

"I... Thank you..." He murmured. "I... I think you look very nice too…”

"Yeah? Does that mean you'd like to?" Louis asked, still excited. 

"I... I don't know, Lou I... I like you... I know that, but I don't know what... What it might mean to you, that... If it's just like this to try, and you'll go somewhere else afterward or if... If it's like it is to me... If it would mean more..." 

"What do you mean? Go somewhere else or?" 

"I... I'm talking about feelings, Lou... Love... Sex often goes with love and I... I don't know if that's something you know..." 

"Oh! Attachment. Well... We hybrids function a little differently to humans in that regard... Uh... I don't think we really know the feeling of love that humans feel. But we are intimately linked to a person. That we choose. I... It goes with the comfort you feel with that person. Like scents, trust, understanding. That's how you know you're attached. That's how I feel about you. I felt attached to you straight away. More than I've ever felt with Henry... It's like... I can't describe it... It's like I need to be with you, but I'm not really aware of it. For example, I didn't really care when Henry left. But I miss you when you're gone. I... I can't help it..." Louis explained, lowering his eyes and playing with his fingers at the end of his explanation.

"And desire? Do you know what it is? To want to be intimate with someone?" Harry cut him off. 

"The... I've seen that a lot in movies? When they do things in beds? I don't. It looks cool, but no, I don't... I've never really felt that. I've never really met anyone who's made me want to experience that before you…  I... I've been dreaming about you touching my ears for three weeks and you did it tonight! And now I feel like never leaving this sofa. Because I'm nice and close to you and I'd like to be even closer and I don't know how to do it..." Louis babbled, speaking faster and faster as he tried to explain how he felt. 

"I'm flattered, Lou... Really... But before me... Like... When you... Is a hybrid... Yes! You told me about masturbating so you know what it's like..." 

"Oh, that, Uh... I don't know, that was when I was finishing growing up, when I was 16 or 17... When the sex hormones were being released... It was all terribly frustrating, I could never be completely satisfied... I shook a bit... it was nice and it was relieving but it was never really... I don't know, I always felt a bit lonely and vulnerable afterward…” 

Harry frowned. 

"But as a hybrid, don't you have heats? Or ruts? And why are you talking in the past tense? Oh god, please… Tell me Henry didn’t have you castrated!" He asked, absolutely horrified at the idea that this old man could have done such a thing. 

Louis looked at him in silence, giving him an unimpressed look before brightening up.

"Oh dear, that reminds me, I'm going to have to buy some more medicine. Ever since I started puberty, I've had these pills that Henry used to give me. He told me it would save me from all the problems associated with hybrids. And since I've started taking them, that hard penis problem hasn't really come back.” Louis explained, in a totally detached way.

"But you... OK, you take inhibitors... But for heats? Or for ruts? It's not the same thing at all!" Harry asked, somewhat urgently. 

"I don't know, should I know?... Wait, look, I'll show you..." 

Louis leapt towards his room, before running back, a box of medicine in his hand. 

"This... This is what I take." Louis handed him the box, which Harry hastily turned over to read. 

"Fucking hell..." Harry looked up at Louis before resuming his reading. 

He blinked twice before looking at Louis again. 

"Have you always taken these?" Harry asked and Louis nodded. "So you have no idea if you're a carrier or not? So if it's heats or ruts... And so... You don't feel the desire... These pills make you... Take that away... The desire… In fact, it prevents you from feeling... A lot. It's just... The need to mark, the cycles, the concentration problems… It's... it fucking reduces what you feel, it reduces... the sadness, the joy, the need for contact…” 

Louis blinked rapidly... 

"What does that mean?" 

"It means... It means we need to quickly make an appointment with a specialist doctor." Harry decreed.

Fortunately, London had two doctors who specialised in hybrids, so they had no problem being seen two days later in the surgery of a woman who explained that, yes, it wasn't ideal for hybrids to gorge themselves on these pills on a daily basis, but that they were actually designed to make heat or rutting more bearable. However, as Louis' body was unable to act on this primary function of his body, he never went into heat or rut. They therefore took a small sample of blood, much to Louis's dismay, as well as a hair from his tail, and asked them to wait while the analyses were carried out. 

"But, I don't understand why it's important to know?" Louis repeated to Harry for the umpteenth time. 

"It's important to know because those pills Henry was giving you are bad for your long-term health, it blocks your hormones, and your feelings and it's not healthy, you should be able to live a normal life with normal urges and desires. You should be able to…  You have the right to feel whatever you feel. Not things... diminished by medication. You have the right to be really happy or really sad!”  Harry repeated, again. 

"Yeah but... what's it going to change?" Louis asked. 

"It'll change... I don't... Well... I can't really tell you..." 

"Gentlemen? We have the test results... Would you like to come to my office?" The doctor called to them. 

Neither of them wasted any time in following her, Harry closing the office door behind him as Louis sat down opposite the doctor. 

"First... Louis, I have to ask you if you would like Harry to stay, or if you would prefer him to go..." 

"Eh? No! I want him here! Why would I want him to leave!" Louis exclaimed, horrified. 

"It's personal information I'm about to give you and you might not wish to share it with him... That's all." The doctor smiled at him but Louis shook his head. 

"I have nothing to hide from Harry, it's... I'm attached to Harry." He decreed, firmly and the doctor's face softened in slight surprise. 

"Oh... Oh, forgive me, I didn't realise you were a couple..." She apologised, giving Harry a truly sorry look, whose face couldn't hide his surprise, before he composed himself a few seconds later

"Not really, not yet anyway... " Harry replied calmly, taking Louis' hand. "As I explained to you, Louis lived with my great uncle and only joined me a few weeks ago and... Well, we're in the process of taking stock of a lot of things he still has to learn and when I saw those drugs... I... I made an appointment straight away... He has a right to know, to understand things for himself... If... He never..." Harry stammered the end of his words. 

"You were right. It's very good that you reacted quickly. In fact, these drugs are not recommended as long-term inhibitors, they're the ones that can be prescribed during cycles... For the rest of the time, it's better to take what we call regulators. And, in Louis' case, this will be coupled with birth control. Because he's a carrier. Which is very rare for a male hybrid…”

"What does that mean?" Louis asked. 

"It means that you won't be in rut, but in heat, with the possibility of having children... And by having children, I mean that you could get pregnant, if you wanted to…”

Louis's jaw seemed to drop to the floor. 

"I... I... I could do that?" He squeaked, shooting alarmed looks at both the doctor and Harry. 

"Only if that's what you want Lou..." Harry smiled at him, his heart throbbing but the most adoring smile in the world. 

"Oh my god... Oh my god! I... I've always been sad to be a boy because of this!" Louis hiccupped, shocked, before a torrent of tears fell. 

"Hey... Hey Lou... Baby, it's okay... It's okay... I'm here, it's gonna be okay..." Harry reacted immediately, rising to kneel in front of him, his hands rubbing comfortingly at the hybrid's thighs. 

"But I can get pregnant... How... I don't even understand how that's possible... And I... I've always, always fantasised about it, and... I... Oh my god, I could have a baby with you!" Louis was crying. 

"Yeah... Lou, we're not there yet, are we?" Harry laughed softly. 

"And on how that's possible, well, your body makes sure you have external male genitalia, but internal female genitalia too. I've got a diagram if you like..." The doctor explained as the hybrid nodded, interested in understanding. 

"Why... why wasn't all this written down in my books?" He snorted as he observed the doctor's diagram. 

"Well, that depends on when they were published. Hybrid males and carriers only started to enter the apprenticeships about fifteen years ago. But if the man who raised you shared his old books with you, this was not recognised, and therefore not explained..." The woman explained as Louis continued to sniffle.

"The important thing is that we know now, Lou. and you'll be able to have the right medication and feel everything you need to feel... It's moving in the right direction..." Harry pressed. 

Louis continued to nod. 

"I'd advise you, now, from a medical point of view, to completely stop the pills you were taking. I've already asked, thanks to your blood sample, that you be prepared for a smooth transition from these inhibitors to regulators. This should be ready within 48 hours, but in the meantime, don't take any pills. There will be no risk to your health, you may just feel a little more sensitive to everything, so I strongly advise you to stay at home... And I'll call you as soon as the packs are ready. We'll check up again in a month or so after that. If that suits you. And I'm still available for any emergencies, if needed." 

"Thank you, doctor... I... Really... That's a relief." Harry replied, grateful. 

"That's my job. And thank you for taking such good care of him. You're a lucky man Louis..." She smiled gently at him. 

The hybrid looked up at her from under his lashes. "I know..." he smiled softly, looking up at Harry. "I knew right away..." 

“Oh, and lastly, Mr Styles... You should know... The term attachment for a hybrid... it's, um... Well, it's not that easy, they don't use it much... What I... what I want to say to you is that... It's quite rare and important..." The doctor said, with a knowing glance at Harry who swallowed hard, nodding once. 

"You have to take care of that. He's putting all his trust, all his heart into you..." She continued. 

"I'll... I'll do my best..." Harry murmured, glancing adoringly at the hybrid who was watching him, a big, proud smile on his lips.

Once back at the house, however, Louis was spinning like a caged lion. 

"Calm down, Lou, it'll come gradually..." Harry reiterated that he had been researching carrier males, discovering astonishing images of pregnant men. As well as sordid stories of abuse of all kinds, making him frown. 

"But I didn't take my pill yesterday, or today, and I still don't feel anything different. I don't even know what should be different..." 

"Already, you're less patient," Harry retorted, calm. 

"I've never really been patient, Haz... I just feel... I don't know. Frustrated. I feel frustrated. And tense. I'm tense." 

"Do you need your mouse? Or the laser to pass your nerves? Burn off some energy, do you want to go for a run in the park?" Harry offered. 

"No. It stinks out there." Louis pouted. 

"She said you'd be more sensitive..." Harry called back. 

"Well, that sucks!”

"It's not going to last, Lou..." Harry looked up to see the hybrid concentrating on the pigeons perched on the window railing, unconsciously wiggling his arse as he stomped slightly on the spot. "Lou?" Harry called to him, beyond amused. 

"Shhh. There's a pigeon in here!" The hybrid whispered back, his body tensing, ready to pounce on the glass.

"Leave the bird alone, you're not going to do anything to it, wouldn't you rather have a cuddle? Cuddling relaxes you..." 

At these words, Louis immediately forgot about the pigeon and turned back to Harry, ears pricked. 

"Yeah! Cuddle! I'm always up for cuddles!" He hopped over to the sofa happily. 

With a knowing smile, Harry came and settled himself on the sofa, expecting Louis to come and snuggle up to him, as usual, but was more than a little surprised when, instead of coming against his side, Louis simply climbed onto his lap, sitting face to him, before melting completely against his body, taking a slow comforting breath.

"O-ok... OK, like this..." Harry's breath stuttered as he wrapped his arms around a relaxed Louis, who was quietly beginning to purr. 

The sound from his chest grew louder as Harry's fingers stroked up and down his back, before a moan of pleasure escaped his throat as Harry began to scratch his scalp.

It took all Harry's concentration and reason not to lose his head at that precise moment, the sounds coming out of Louis making his trousers uncomfortably tight. He brought his fingers back down to continue stroking him more calmly, finding the base of his cat's tail which he also began to scratch... 

Louis groaned as he arched hard against him, his groin grinding into Harry's thigh as he moaned. "Feels good!" He cried, his face ecstatic, his back bending. 

A second later, Louis was burying his face in Harry's neck, lightly tonguing his skin as his hips bucked against him. 

"Woooow... Lou... Lou..." Harry stopped all his ministrations, beyond surprised, finished by the hybrid's moan of complaint against him. 

"Why did you stop? It was so good!" Louis cried. "I've never felt anything so good!" He pouted. 

"Because... Lou, you were rubbing against my jeans!" Harry explained, his voice too high pitched, still surprised at the turn of events. 

"It felt so good..." Louis repeated, still sulking. 

"Lou... Just, it's... It's the beginning of an intimate relationship and I... I want to make sure it's what you want and not... Not some hormonal disturbance..." Harry began to explain quickly. 

"Uh. I already asked you to show me when I was still on my pills, and then I'm off them and I'm more sensitive and I'm supposed to feel new things, and you scratch me there and I lose my mind it feels so good! Nobody has ever scratched me there! You don't know how good it feels! And then you suddenly stop... It's... It's not kind of you..." Louis grumbled, lips pointing down in an expression too adorable to be denied by anyone. 

"It's just... I want you to be in your right mind to do all this... I... I don't want to take advantage of the situation or anything..." Harry apologised. 

Louis raised an eyebrow at him. 

"That you're taking advantage? I'm the one taking advantage of your good care right now, what are you even talking about?" Louis asked doubtfully. 

"Uh... Lou, if you think that the sounds you're making, or the feel of you humping my thigh isn't doing anything for me... You're sorely mistaken..." 

Louis gave him a brilliant smile, with all his teeth out, and his eyes crinkled with delight. 

"Really? That's how it works with humans? A bit of purring and rubbing up against you and it gets you all hot and bothered?" 

Harry just looked at him, deadpan.

"You'll see what it's like- When you know what it's like to want someone... Don't judge me! Cheeky!" 

Louis burst out laughing. 

"So... You'd want me?" Louis smiled at him, his eyes shining with joy. 

"Of course I would..." Harry replied, returning the smile. 

Time stopped for a few seconds, letting them look at each other, a silent, shared joy sailing between them before Louis fell back against Harry. 

"Well, then stop scratching the base of my tail if you don't want me to rub myself... It's... Like some kind of reflex. I didn't know..." He murmured against Harry. "But... Can we stay like this for a bit? I feel fine there, I feel closer to you. I always wanna be closer to you…”

"You know what humans do to feel closer, Lou?" Harry offered. 

"No, but you're going to tell me..." Louis replied, the human feeling him smile down his neck. 

"They kiss..." 

"Oh..." The hybrid huffed, his body tensing against Harry. 

"Do you... would you..." Harry began, his heart in his throat. 

But Louis didn't really give him time for indecision, straightening up and happily smashing his lips against Harry's in the messiest of kisses…

As promised, two days later, a call from the doctor invited them to come and collect Louis' medication. 

"What can we expect in terms of behaviour changes?" Harry asked. 

"It depends on the individual. I can't answer that question precisely. But, now that Louis is off the inhibitors, he'll feel everything he's supposed to feel. The regulators are there to reduce some of the inconveniences caused by the feline part of his genes, which means that he won't want to sleep most of the day, or that his desire to hunt won't take over, which avoids concentration problems and controls heat. Here, I've made you some pills so that Louis can experience what we call sweet heat. It'll be more manageable for both of you, but you'll have to let him go through a real heat in a while for his hormones to really be released. Ideally, hybrids should have a real heat once every two or three years, to allow their glands to empty and avoid the risk of long-term illness..." The doctor explained to them in the hall. 

"Thank you, doctor..." Harry replied, genuinely grateful. 

"You're welcome, and don't hesitate to reach out if you have any questions. We'll see you in a month, to see where it's at, and go over his medication again." 

Louis had this ability to remain very quiet when they were outside the house, only to explode with restrained questions as soon as they were inside. 

"A sweet heat? What's that? What about real heat? I don't understand... In the books, they explained that heat was when the females were fertile and their pheromones called the males to reproduce. What does that mean to me?" 

"Well... Lou... Real heat means you're going to have a few days where you're horny all the time, or you want to have sex all the time. As far as I know, sweet heat varies from person to person. It can range from nothing more than slight discomfort to the need for daily presence and touch. We'll have to find out together…”

"And how do I know if I'm in heat? I want cuddles from you all the time!" Louis burst out, slightly frantic. 

"We'll see together when the time comes, just listen to your body..." Harry smiled gently at him. "You'll have to talk about what you're feeling, what you think you need... Communication will be key…”

"Can we cuddle now?" Louis asked, as he stood in the middle of the room, making grabby hands at Harry. 

"Are you feeling the sweet heat?" Harry smiled teasingly. 

"I don't think so. It's just, ever since you said we could cuddle, I want to cuddle all the time. I could spend my life cuddling you! You created a Cuddles Monster! It’s even worse with the kisses! ” 

"Not that I'm complaining, Lou... But I was... I was thinking. You have no idea what's going to happen to your body when you start to feel desire, do you?" 

"Mmmh, well, not exactly, I know my cock will get hard, but not really much more..." Louis confirmed, his eyes darting. 

"Is that... I thought... You might not want to, but I... I know on the internet you can find this kind of porn. Hybrid porn... And I... Could you take a look, would you... Would that give you an idea?" Harry offered shyly as he settled into the sofa, Louis not hesitating for a second to climb on top of him as soon as he was seated. 

"I... I don't know... Yeah... But I... I don't want to... I... Will you watch it with me?" He asked shyly. 

"I... Uh..." Harry stammered, his eyes almost popping out of his head at the thought of watching porn with Louis. 

"It would make me feel better... I... I think... I don't feel like I can do it on my own…” Louis asked shyly, his cheeks nicely rosy.

And who was Harry to deny him anything... "All right, Lou... All right..." He breathed in defeat, his hand automatically finding the back of the hybrid's head, resting there soothingly.

______________________________________

It was a mistake. 

A very, very big mistake. 

Louis had apparently researched for 48 hours, before turning up pink-cheeked at Harry's bedroom door one night, laptop in hand. 

"I... I think I've found what we're looking for..." he'd said before climbing into Harry's bed to show him a video described as "hybrid male carrier cat being filled with sperm by his human"... In the background, you could see a young boy with cat ears, next to him an older man who was much more imposing than him, naked from head to toe, the hybrid with his mouth open and his tongue hanging out….

"Oh..." Harry gasped, totally taken aback. 

"Can we watch... Please..." Louis asked, his eyes shining with hope and innocence. 

"I... Er... I suppose..." Harry stammered, his cock stiff already as Louis settled against him, resting the computer on their laps, with a happy “yay” before pressing play…

From then on, for Harry, it was all over. The man and the hybrid on the video, already naked, were already starting to kiss, the cat trying to climb the human like a tree, and the man calming him down, asking him to be kind and patient and that he would give him what he needed before tying the hybrid's arms to the bedpost and starting to kiss and stroke him all over, making the young man squirm. 

Beside him, Louis was awfully quiet, his eyes glued to the screen fascinated by what he was seeing... Then he began to stir against Harry as the man licked the hybrid's nipples, and Louis leapt up to pause the video. 

"What's happening to me..." he cried as he squirmed on the bed, his hips bucking helplessly, unsure of what position to get into.

"That's it... That’s desire, Lou..." Harry huffed, fascinated by the blush that was spreading rapidly over the hybrid. 

"That's... Haz... Do something! Help me!" He whimpered, pressing himself against Harry. 

"What do you feel... What do you want..." Harry whispered, unable to take his eyes off Louis. 

"Hot! Tense... It's in... In my tummy! That's weird!" Louis buried his face against Harry's chest. "I want to be that hybrid!" He cried and... 

"No. No, you'll never be in that hybrid's place because you're here. With me!" Harry growled, possessiveness surging through him as he turned to Louis who looked at him, speechless.

"I want to be that hybrid and I want you to be the human instead of the other... I want to do what they do!" Louis clarified, the urgency in his voice returning quickly. 

"Yeah? You want me to tie you up like that? And take care of you?" Harry asked, his voice dark and envious. 

Louis nodded frantically. 

"But you haven't seen anything yet, baby… What he's going to do to him, how he's going to make him feel good..." Harry smiled wickedly at him, before settling back into position, cradling Louis against him, this time wrapping his arm around the hybrid, his hand nonchalantly coming to rest on his chest. "Keep looking at Lou..." He ordered, restarting the video where they'd left off.

On the video, the human began to work his mouth all over the hybrid's body, who was already panting with need, hips thrusting into the void in search of relief he couldn't find until he cried out as the man swallowed his hard little cock in his mouth, Louis moaning at the same time beside Harry. 

"Oh my god..." Louis whispered. "I want that... Oh," He gasped as the human in the computer lowered his mouth to the hybrid's hole, soothing him and making him moan at the same time. The hybrid's cat's tail on the video twitched to one side, and Louis's did the same, making room for his intimate entrance. "Yes! Yes, there, there! Fuck..."  

Louis's body stiffened beside Harry, who took the opportunity to brush his thumb over Louis's nipple, making him shudder violently. Then slowly he leaned towards his ear. "Already, for a human, rimming feels good, I can't imagine what it will be like for you... You're going to come everywhere as soon as my tongue pierces you, baby…”

Louis's jaw slackened, his eyes flickering in Harry's direction, already glassy. "Please..." he murmured, his thighs spreading slightly, before it lets out a soft purr, instinctively inviting Harry in. 

"No, we're still watching this. You have to see what you're going to experience, Lou..." Harry chuckled almost wickedly, his eyes returning to the video just as the man slipped a finger into his mate, driving him even madder. "Oh my god! Yes! More! More please daddy! More!" The hybrid cried out, his hips moving to the rhythm of the fingers penetrating him. "AHHHHH! Right there!" "That's your place kitten... You're going to come on daddy's fingers making you feel good right there... Good kitten..." the video man growled. And the hybrid came buckets of clear liquid, his body twisted with pleasure, mouth wide open in a silent scream.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Louis's hand move towards his crotch, his tail still clamped to his side, his impatient hole blinking in anticipation. 

"No... Don't touch yourself... I'm the one who'll make you feel good..." He whispered languidly into the hybrid's ear. 

"But I need it now!" Louis whined rubbing his face against Harry's chest, his ears flapping against his hair.

"Just a little longer baby, look how good he's going to fuck him... Look what you too, soon, will have, if you want it..." 

"I...I...Oh..." Louis hiccupped, his eyes glued to the computer screen as the man generously coated his cock with lube. "Daddy doesn't want to hurt you and you're still tight around me, kitten." "It's big..." Louis stammered, mouthing silently like a fish. Then again the shock was on his face as the man slid without any resistance into the body of the hybrid which was nothing but pleasure, now only making gurgling sounds of pleasure.

"I've seen it, Harry! I saw it all! now, please..." Louis suddenly turned to him, a desperate look on his face as he fidgeted to remove his clothes as quickly as possible. 

"Shhh, calm down, Lou..." Harry grabbed his wrists. "We've got all the time in the world…”

Louis looked at him as if he'd grown another head... His mouth was agape in slight breathlessness, his skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and just above his upper lip, with the veins in his neck clearly visible, Harry was sure that, if he concentrated hard enough, he could see them pulsating.. 

"Uh. No. I feel like I'm going to explode. And if that's what you call desire, then, you need to do something about it." Louis countered. 

"But isn't it a nice feeling? Knowing that yes, in the end, you'll have what you need to relieve yourself..." Harry asked, calmly. 

"I don't know... I don't know and I'm going to rip my skin off if this doesn't stop..." 

Louis was cut off from his eagerness by a pair of lips landing abruptly on his. 

This had the merit of stopping the frenzy in which he found himself in a devilishly effective way.

Harry's lips caressed the mouth of a totally frozen Louis a few times before Harry gently pulled back. 

"I told you to calm down, kitten. We're going to take it easy in the sense that you don't know anything about this and I'd kick myself for the rest of my life if I ever hurt you. Lie down for me. Please." Harry ordered, in a soft but firm voice, his eyes plunged earnestly into Louis's who obeyed slowly, as if moving in slow motion. 

Without ever taking his eyes off Louis, Harry undid the knot in Louis's tracksuit trousers, pulling them down his thighs before hurrying to remove his own shirt. 

"What you saw, in the video, was a hybrid who used to getting fucked, Lou... You don't. I'm not going to be able to go as fast as the man. I'm going to have to prepare you..." Harry spoke softly. "I'm going to have to find out the things that make you feel good. Where you're most sensitive..." He continued to explain, placing his hands flat on Louis' stomach, gently stroking just below his navel. The hybrid shivered, breathless, fascinated.

"But I want to feel what he felt..." Louis murmured. 

"You will. Maybe not everything today. Because it's a lot..." Harry kissed the skin he'd just caressed just now, causing the hybrid to take a short but sharp breath. 

"I want to feel full..." Louis continued, his breath getting shorter and shorter. 

"Yeah? Is that what you want? Harry smiled, as he continued to kiss Louis's skin, moving gently up towards his chest, his tongue coming to taste the salt of sweat from time to time. 

"I... I feel like this is what I've always missed before..." Louis stammered, his heart pounding, watching intently as Harry moved closer and closer to his nipples. 

Harry grinned smugly just before taking the hybrid’s nipple into his mouth and sucking, his tongue slowly lapping around the tender little bud.

"Oh my god!" Louis cried out, his whole body arching against the delicious sensation.

His hands found Harry's hair of their own accord, clinging to it, grip taut as the young creature gasped for breath as if he'd just run a hundred metres. 

Quickly, Harry released the pressure, his mouth coming off with a dirty pop. 

"Look at you... Beautiful, already so lost... I warned you it was a lot, kitty..." Harry smiled, one of his hands coming up to caress Louis's cheek. 

"I...I... Why does it feel so good?" Louis asked, trying to catch his breath. 

"It's a sensitive place... Erogenous. You have others elsewhere, too... It's going to be nice to discover them..." Harry smiled tenderly at him. "But you seemed to want something else a moment ago..." The tender smile turned into something more mischievous and Louis nodded fervently. "Spread your legs for me, kitten..." 

Louis complied, despite his flaming cheeks, turning his head to avoid Harry's incandescent gaze. 

"Good boy..." Harry breathed and Louis squeaked in response, heat seeping abruptly into his veins at the praise. "Fuck, look at that, your little cock is so hard... So adorable..." 

And okay, fine, Louis couldn't understand why Harry's words had that effect on him, but suddenly the urgency of the need took over again and his hips began to buck into thin air looking for anything to relieve the pressure inside him, With a not inconsiderable help from his tail, still stretched out on his side, helping him to swing…

"Harry, Hazza," he hissed. 

"Shhh, I'm here..." Harry replied, his eyes locked on the hybrid's crotch. "Fucking hell, Lou..." He groaned, sounding like he was in pain. "So small... You're so small..." 

The hybrid straightened up on his elbows, pricked ears.

"I'm not small! I'll have you know, I'm actually rather tall, for a hybrid! I'm only a few centimetres shorter than you! Human!" 

Harry looked up into Louis's face. 

"I meant it as a compliment. And yes, you are small. You're thin, and light, and you don't take up any space. And I don't want to hurt you..." He said the last words while stroking two fingers over Louis's puckered entrance, effectively silencing him. The hybrid's eyes flickered as his jaw went slack. "You're small and I'm going to take my time if I'm going to give you what you want... We're going to prepare you well... Is that alright with you, Kitty?”

"Yeah... Yeah, anything you want..." Louis gave in, falling back onto his back, his thighs widening for Harry. 

The hybrid felt the human shift a little in the bed, as he concentrated mainly on the exhilarating sensations throughout his body, as if his skin was too small for him, when suddenly a pair of soft lips landed on the milky, fleshy inside of his thigh, bringing him back to reality. 

Louis held back a shudder, the anticipation making his blood boil, a mixture of excitement, accompanied by a slight fear began to rise in him without having time to settle because quickly, the lips that were on his thigh found themselves resting just on the skin between his balls and his hole and nothing else mattered. A flash of pleasure passed through him before he had time to enjoy it, as a hot, wet tongue began to massage him right there and his mind emptied of all thought.

"Oh my god!" He cried out as the tongue worked its way between his buttocks, pressing and massaging and licking and finally landing on the taut, puckered muscle, making him cry out even more, making that balloon he felt in his lower belly swell to immeasurable proportions. 

Louis had never, in his life, felt a fraction of what he was feeling now. Pleasure, in its purest essence must have been sweating from his skin as he felt his cock quiver with the need to release. But Harry had said not to touch so, instead, he gripped the sheets, his body twisting in all directions, unable to decide whether he wanted to push into the sensation, or run from it…

"Oh God, fuck, fuck... Harry!" He cried, as the tongue began to thrust, darting, sharper, inside him, making his whole body tense up, afraid of something getting in there... Until, in a more precise and powerful thrust, the wet muscle penetrated him for the first time.

And that was it for the hybrid, his whole body gave in to the assault, his eyes closed, leaving him to see only tens of thousands of tiny white dots as he felt his cock explode ropes and ropes of cum, and his hole spasm around the tongue inside him that wouldn't stop. In the distance, behind the heartbeats ringing in his ears, he seemed to hear a cry of despair, or relief... Probably from him, he wasn't sure, the only thing he was sure of was those incessant tongue thrusts inside him, bringing him to hybrid nirvana. It was as if he had just died, and if that was death, he would like to experience it several times over... 

It was a thought that made him chuckle, before moaning again, his hole too sensitive... 

Without him needing to ask anything, however, Harry pulled away, leaving him a little bewildered by the myriad of emotions he was feeling…

"Are you all right?" he asked, breathless, as if he was the one who had just been gasping for breath.

“Guuh.” 

Harry chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes..." 

"That was amazing. I want to do that all the time!" Louis exhaled. 

"Well... I wouldn't mind... But there's more you should know baby... This is just a glimpse..." Harry smiled at him amused. 

"Show me more..." Louis smiled, still out of breath. 

"That's the plan isn't it?" 

And just like that, Harry kissed the crease of his thigh, bringing back all the previous pleasant sensations...

"Oh shit!" Louis breathed as he toppled back onto the bed. He hissed, however, against the cool wetness of Harry's fingers against him, his ears twitched in displeasure for a second, before he relaxed again. 

Harry continued to kiss the milky insides of his thighs as his fingers squeezed more and more of Louis' entrance, quickly making him mewl and squirm with sensitivity again.

"Are you all right?" Harry asked as a long shiver made the hybrid's body tense. 

"I... Yeah... Oh... I had no idea... I didn't know you could feel like tha-aaah-at..." Louis murmured shakily. 

"Tell me if it's too much, baby..." Harry pleaded. 

"No, no, go on, I... I want more... Like... Like I'm hungry for something..." The hybrid tried to explain, between his gasps and jerky movements. 

Harry didn't answer in words, however, at the end of his sentence, his middle finger gently pierced Louis's hole, silencing him for a second before he groaned loudly, lifting his hips in search of more.

"That's it...Good kitty, look at that, you're so good, you're taking it so well…" Harry praised, his voice full of wonder.

Louis was twisted on the bed, one of his hands holding the pillow under his head, the other blindly reaching for Harry, to hold on for dear life as he felt for the first time the things he didn't know he wanted or needed. 

"Haz... Ha-Harry... Oh… So good, that was it... That was... Oh... Yes... Yeah... That" He repeated his voice muddled with pleasure. 

The hybrid lost it completely when Harry twisted his finger and found his sensitive spot, happily abusing it until Louis was dripping precum against his belly, and he drooled into the pillow.

“Good boy… So tight…” 

As soon as Louis' body was more relaxed than tense, Harry worked a second finger inside him, ever so gently, murmuring endless praise against the hybrid's sweaty skin. But it wasn't until he could really press both fingers against his prostate that he lost Louis. 

The hybrid sat up violently, mouth open in shock, body taut as a bowstring. 

"Haz... Haz... Too much... This… Too much, stop... Oh fuck, fucking hell..." He cried, tears streaming down his cheeks, before throwing his head back, groaning sickly. 

Harry stopped dead in his tracks, starting to gently withdraw his fingers. "Sorry, baby..." The human regretted, as the hybrid's head snapped back up as quickly as it had toppled over. 

"Fuck! Why did you stop!" He growled, bitter. 

"You just told me..." Harry stammered at the hybrid's hate-filled stare. 

"I... I never said that for you to really stop! That was so good! Like, really good! I was going to come! Haz! Why did you do that to me!”

Harry blinked, confused at the hybrid's anger. 

"Right... I think we're going to need a safe word..." He muttered. "Turn around. On all fours." He finally ordered, before leaning back against his bedside table, rummaging in the drawer. 

The next moment Louis felt more cool liquid flowing against his quivering hole, making him mewl and curved his back... Then quickly, again, two fingers played against his skin, and pierced him again, immobilising him. Instinctively, he leaned forward on his elbows, raising his arse towards Harry as the pleasure galloped back into his bloodstream.

"Fuck, Lou... You're made for this, you're taking it so well..." Harry grunted before coming over and flicking his tongue over one of the buttocks presented to him, biting tenderly into the flesh, Louis grinding his hips forward against the sensation, making himself feel good in the process. "I'll show you something else baby..." Harry muttered as he withdrew his fingers to the dismay of the hybrid, totally lost in his sensations. 

Quickly, however, he felt something firm, yet soft, press against his entrance, startling him slightly, but his body swallowed it before he even had time to ask a question. 

"Shit... It's so fucking hot..." Harry cried.

And the next second, a cry was ripped from Louis. The thing Harry had put inside him began to vibrate against his soft spot, erasing all thought, all feeling other than that thread of white pleasure that was only swelling inside him... 

"Baby... Kitten, does that feel good? Fucking tell me..." Harry continued to moan, his voice slow and dirty.

And, although the request had touched his brain perfectly, the hybrid found himself unable to respond with anything other than meows, or sounds of pleasure, trying to turn towards the human to look at him, to make him understand…

Their gazes locked for a second. Louis watched with his mouth open, drooling as Harry hurriedly pulled his cock out of his boxers, hard and dripping and beginning to stroke himself surely. 

"Uuhhhh" Louis gurgled,  shocked for a moment, his eyes riveted on Harry’s dick.. 

Harry had put a hand on the arch of his back, leaning against it as he jerked hard, his eyes locked on Louis' face, the other hand holding a small remote. "Fuck, Lou... Lou..." he gritted his teeth, his movements faster and faster. "Such a beautiful cat... So... I'm going to come. I'm gonna fucking cum all over you, baby..." He spoke, each word sounding like a struggle. 

The next moment, the vibrations inside him increased in power, making the hybrid scream and drool even more, his hips thrusting up instinctively, meeting nothing. 

But it was when he felt the first jet of hot cum hit the burning skin of the arch of his back that the hybrid lost it. His eyes closed, his nose wrinkling as he arched his cupid's bow, and a violent shiver ran down his spine, even making his hairy tail twitch to the tip. His hips locked in a powerful thrust as his little cock pulsed with an orgasm he'd never imagined could be so powerful. Blinding and deafening him for a few seconds…

“Oh fucking hell..." was the first thing he heard again, as soon as the blood in his ears stopped pounding. 

"What the hell was that?" He asked breathlessly. 

"That, baby, is what we call good sex..." Harry chuckled, sitting back on his heels, his hand gently holding his slowly softening cock. 

Without thinking about it, and against the will of his body which had literally melted into the mattress, Louis wriggled until his face was just a few centimetres from the cock still covered with a few pearly drops that hadn't landed on him. The hybrid opened his mouth wide and took the tip to taste... 

"AHHHHH! Lou! Baby!" Harry leapt, his hips jerking back. "Fuck! That's sensitive" he cried. 

"Sorry... I... I don't know why I needed a taste..." Louis pulled back, shy, and blushing. 

"Fuck... Don't apologise baby... It's hot as shit, but warn a man!" Harry pulled himself together, a hand gently scratching behind the hybrid's ears. "How'd it go? Did you like it? It wasn't too much?" Harry asked, still listening for his companion's impressions. 

"I... I had no idea... Is it like this all the time?" Louis lay back, exhausted, on his stomach, grimacing slightly as Harry gently withdrew what he'd pushed up his arse. 

Harry smiled fondly at the hybrid's total relaxation. 

"No... That was particularly good... I'm going to get a towel to clean you up baby, and we're going to have to change the sheets, there's cum everywhere. You came hard..." 

"Sorry?”

"Stop apologising, pretty boy, it's okay..." Harry laughed as he straightened up to stand. 

"But I'm not sure I want you cleaning anything up. It smells like us and I... I feel like I belong to you and I like it..." Louis pouted, rolling in his own cum as one of his hands came to rest on his back, his fingers playing with the cooling liquid on his skin. 

Harry's jaw dropped to the floor, watching Louis cover his index finger with his semen before bringing it to his mouth, purring with delight at the taste.

"Fuck... You're going to make me hard again... Lou, stop it!" Harry finally laughed, exhausted. 

But the hybrid gave him a look accompanied by a smile that said it all. 

"No. Enough for tonight..." Harry shook his head. 

"But... But you didn't fuck me?" The hybrid straightened, slightly alarmed. 

Harry stopped in the middle of his room, naked, and slowly turned back to his bed. 

"Baby... I... I know, but... Fuck, you're tight, and... And I'm... Well, I'm pretty well endowed, you see and I... We need to... I don't... How do I put this... We need to do a few times what we did tonight, so you get used to the stretch... I only put two fingers inside you baby and my cock? My cock is more than two fingers and you were so tight... I don't want us to go too fast and hurt you…”

"But it didn't hurt at all! It felt good! It didn't hurt at all!" Louis explained, hope in his eyes. 

"Still, baby... We'll... I... I was thinking plugs... Different sizes, to get you used to them? We... I promise it'll help, it'll even be fun!" Harry debated, frankly not ready to go straight to dipping his cock into the hybrid for fear of traumatising him.

Well, his tone wasn’t good enough. Louis' face fell in disappointment before he turned, raising his head in a proud gesture, His tail twitched in displeasure, sharply indicating his disagreement. 

Harry shook his head in amusement before finally making his way to the bathroom, soaking a soft cloth in the hot water, and grabbing a fresh pair of sheets before returning to the bedroom without a word.

Gently, he washed the traces of his orgasm off Louis’ skin, who was still giving him the silent treatment.  

"Baby, can we talk?" Harry asked softly. 

"First you say you're going to fuck me, then you don't really do it. And then I tell you I like it to smell like us, and you still come to clean. And I know you're going to ask me to get up and change the sheets, and that annoys me. I don't like to be bothered." Louis spoke, refusing to look at him, eyes on his nails instead as he leaned back on his elbows. 

"Mmmh. Right, then. Okay. Sorry about that. But I'm sure you'd rather be cuddling in sheets that aren't wet, and tomorrow you wouldn't have enjoyed the cum stuck to your back. And as for not fucking you, love, forgive me, but... It worries me, and... I mean... The very idea of hurting you... I'd feel better if we were following my plan... I just want everything to go well, you know?”

"Cuddles?" Louis bargained, finally turning his eyes towards him, his gaze shining with interest, just like his pointy ears.

"Yeah... As many as you want..." Harry grinned. 

"With ears and tail scratches ?" Louis squinted his eyes. 

"Only if you promise you won't come over and hump my thigh. And... How about sleeping here? With me.”

The hybrid literally jumped out of bed. 

"Change those sheets! What are you waiting for!" he ordered.

Harry burst out laughing and quickly complied, a quick negotiation with the hybrid preventing him from changing all the sheets, so they ended up with a clean fitted sheet and pillowcases, but mismatched duvet cover, which, at the cat's express request, was not changed. 

Not much was needed when they settled back into bed, Louis sticking as close as possible to Harry, turning the human into the little spoon.

The next morning, it was Louis who was the little spoon, and Harry, like clockwork, right on time, woke up to prepare a big breakfast... 

It didn't fail, a few minutes after the bacon had started frying, a sleeping hybrid, with a duvet over his shoulders, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, appeared on Harry's bedroom doorstep. 

"Food? I'm starving..." he yawned. 

"Mmmh. Bacon, scrambled eggs, hot milk chocolate , toast..." 

"No beans?" Louis asked, knowing the answer. 

"No beans... Are you alright? How did you sleep?" Harry asked, a smile on his face. 

"You know I'd never sleep alone again, don't you?" Louis decreed as he settled himself on a kitchen stool, a steaming plate in front of him. 

"You're going to have to make a choice between your mezzanine and me then..." Harry replied, watching the hybrid start to eat greedily. 

"Why? We can move the mezzanine into your room. Or you can change rooms..." 

"Because... Because I'm not sleeping in that thing. I'm afraid of heights, Lou!" Harry exclaimed, horrified. 

"Mmmh. So I'm going to switch my nap spot, and my night spot." Louis shrugged. 

"Ah! Ah I knew it! You were taking your naps in my bed!" 

"Of course! Idiot!”

It wasn't until two days later that the subject of sex came up again, with Louis standping shyly in the middle of the living room... 

"I've ordered on the internet, Lou, it'll be here soon..." Harry tried to reassure him. 

"But... But I want to... It's like... It's like an itch. And I can't scratch it..." The hybrid explained, passing his wrist over his ear. 

"It's... You're going to hate me, but it's a good sign, Lou... You're starting to feel things..." 

"Yeah... Well, I'm not sure I like it. I was anxious when I saw you leave this morning and it didn't get any better until you came home." The hybrid pouted. 

"I'm sorry, kitten... But I promise, it'll get better, you'll get used to it, these are... They're new emotions and you'll learn to deal with them as you go along... Just give it some time..." Harry explained, looking tenderly at a Louis who was anxiously tugging at the sleeves of his jumper…

"What could I do to make you feel better?" Harry offered, seeing the distress in the hybrid's shrug. 

"Work from home. Like me." Louis offered, no warmth in his voice. 

"Love... It's complicated being a teacher and working from home..." Harry smiled at him, "Do you already take your naps in our bed?" 

Louis's ears perked up at Harry. 

"I... Yeah... I rest in our... bed." Louis repeated slowly, smiling as the words came out of his mouth, sharing the moment of realisation with Harry. 

"I'll try to get home as soon as possible then... And... would you like me to maybe call you on my breaks?" 

Louis nodded, his gaze a little distant, seeming to think. 

"I like your voice... Maybe that would be better, yes…”

They discovered the next day that calling during break times was not the best idea... 

"Lou! Louis... Shit... What... Why all the tears, baby..." 

Louis tried valiantly to stop sobbing and catch his breath to answer. He sniffed loudly. 

"You... You... You've... Hung up... Again! Every time... Every time... I end up... Like... This..." He managed a hiccup before collapsing, again, against Harry. 

"But... baby... I hung up because I was walking into the building..." Harry was sorry, rubbing his hands tenderly against the hybrid's back.

"Still! You left me! Again!" Louis exploded, much to Harry's dismay. 

"You... Okay... Maybe you’re a little too dramatic there, Lou..." The human tried to rationalise, rubbing Louis's back soothingly.

"The things you ordered arrived earlier, in fact..." Louis announced, coming out of nowhere as the sobbing now subsided. 

"OK... It's up to you to tell me when you're ready to use them..." 

"Oh! I tried them earlier. But they didn't slide as well as your fingers. Less pleasant..." Louis replied, absolutely innocent. 

Harry choked on his own saliva, sitting up to try and get some oxygen back into his poor lungs. 

"You've got... What?" he choked, looking up at Louis with wide, bulging eyes, his voice rising up with surprise. 

Louis looked at him strangely. 

"Well I've tried them..." he began to speak before stopping, a strong blush starting to appear on his cheekbones as he looked away, visibly embarrassed. 

"I...Baby... It's okay... Just... I don't want you to hurt yourself baby..." Harry tried to reassure him as his heart raced and suddenly his cock came alive just at the thought of Louis, curious, trying to pleasure himself on his own.

"I..." Louis swallowed, his gaze still unfocused, "I wasn't sure how to go about it..." He admitted in a breath. 

"Okay... You... You have to use lube for that... It's... Without, it's less... It doesn't work as well..." Harry sputtered, trying to give advice. 

"Well, it's getting in isn't it. And I liked it once that... But it was... Yeah... I didn't think to take that..." Louis wrinkled his nose. 

"Which one did you try?" Harry questioned, curious. 

"All of them. I was... Er... I wanted to make sure they fit…”

"You wanted to... See... If they... Fuck... But Lou, it was supposed to... I... I was going to suggest you do it bit by bit!" Harry exclaimed, pushing Louis off his lap to get up and run to the bedroom, looking for the plugs he'd ordered, pulling them all out, arranging them in order of size. 

Louis came up behind as Harry who nervously ran his hands through his hair. 

"What? What's wrong?" Louis asked. 

Harry turned, his eyes a little wild. 

"You have tried them all... Like… All? Like... Even that one?" Harry asked, holding out his finger for the biggest plug. 

Louis' eyes landed on the toy. 

"Uh... Yes?" He blushed. "I'm sorry if I shouldn't have, but I... I had this thing when you called me at lunch, after I'd cried, I thought about you and I thought about what we'd done and I... I... You said I needed to listen to my body more and my body... And my head... Both of them needed... And it seemed like a good idea! And when I had the last one in me, I finally had the impression that the whole thing was calmed down! But eventually I had to go pee. So I took it off..." Louis explained, speaking quickly as Harry looked at him, slack-jawed.

“Just like that?” 

Louis shrugged, refusing to meet his eyes.

“But Lou! This thing is almost the size of my forearm!" Harry noted, shocked, showing his own arm. 

Another shrug from the hybrid. 

“At least, I felt full. Like you said once, I’m made for this…” He said.

There was a hint of defiance in the hybrid's last words that pricked something in Harry, who took a step closer, his jaw tense. 

"Did you enjoy that?" Harry gritted his teeth. 

"Yeah." Louis turned back to him, chin lifted. 

"Did you cum?" Harry insisted, and immediately Louis's gaze turned away, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks. "Answer... Did that thing make you feel better than me?" He grunted.

Harry had a chance to watch Louis's throat work at least twice, hard. 

"No." He finally confessed. 

"No, what? No, it didn't do you any good? No, it did you better?" The human insisted. 

The hybrid closed his eyes tightly. 

"I didn't come." He finally said, as if the words were a pain to get out.

"Yeah... Because you're just an impatient kitten who hasn't been able to wait for me to do this properly..." Harry confirmed. 

"Sorry..." Louis breathed, shame seeming to flood him, his ears perked up in shame.

"I'm not mad at you, baby. I just... I want you to learn..." Harry reassured him. "I want these things done right, for you to have great experiences…”

"At least next time I won't forget the lube..." Louis replied, bratty.

And just how could Harry not burst out laughing… Louis laughed right after him, the tension in the room evaporating in an instant.

Harry simply shook his head... 

"Just... Don't do it again without lube. And please, take your time. I don't want you to hurt yourself, okay?" Harry asked, genuinely concerned. 

Louis nodded back cheerfully, and just like that, they were good to go ordering sushi. 

The subject didn't come up again for almost a week after ’the incident’, and honestly, Harry didn't really dare go back over it. 

Which was a problem in the sense that, every night, he and Louis were glued together from the second he walked in the door. 

Louis, always upset by something, had an inherent need to share it with Harry, often ending up bursting into tears in his arms. 

The first time was when he realised that, in fact, he would never see Henry again... Grief struck hard at his heart and he had spent the evening in tears, listing all the good times they had shared together. Harry could only sympathise with his pain, trying as best he could to find words of comfort. 

The next day, however, was more comical... Louis had cried himself to sleep because he had slightly damaged his remote control mouse, which still worked perfectly, but there was a small tear in the fake fur. 

The next day he was crying because he'd spilt water on his computer keyboard and then his pillow wasn't cool enough on either side. 

The next day he was absolutely distraught at the sighting of Kevin missing a leg. It took a few minutes for the human to realise that the hybrid was talking about a pigeon. Whom he had named Kevin. Harry had had to explain to him for almost an hour that, no, Kevin wasn't going to die. 

There was one evening when, on the contrary, he had burst into tears because he had easily finished translating an article and had therefore been able to take a nap, and the sheets smelled good…

The next day, when Harry had returned, he'd found a Louis in a pair of very tight jeans, which he'd never seen him wear before, and a loose tank top, his messy hair creating an adorable tuft around his ears... 

"You look so pretty like this... You always do, but especially like this..." He had been genuinely ecstatic. 

Louis cried. With joy this time.

"Well... I hope your emotional overload will settle down at some point…” The human had whispered, but it had reached the hybrid's ears, and the tears of joy turned to tears of despair… It had taken quite a while of apologising to calm him down…

They ended up calling the doctor the next morning to try and understand the situation. She simply suggested that it could be Louis's sweet heat and that it would soon return to normal, as his hormones would logically take a few days to stabilise at normal levels.

But it was the following Friday evening, Harry had had a late meeting, he had warned Louis, who, against all expectations, had taken the news rather well that everything had started again... 

When Harry entered the flat, there was not a sign of life in the living room or the kitchen. This was very unusual. Harry expected Louis to literally jump out at him. 

But no... Nothing... 

He took off his shoes, then his coat, carefully placing the keys in the bowl by the door, thinking that the hybrid must have fallen asleep, and walked discreetly towards the bedroom…

Well, Louis wasn't asleep. 

He wasn't sleeping at all. 

Louis was on all fours on the bed, ass and tail in the air, eyes closed and mouth open, hand reaching out behind him to movie the biggest plug they had in and out of his hole that was dripping with lube.

Harry stopped dead in his tracks. A wave of heat immediately engulfed him at the sight before him. 

"Haaaz..." Louis called as he slid the whole toy inside him, and Harry was only human. His hand automatically came to rest on his cock which was coming to life at an alarming rate, palming himself at the sight he was met with. 

"Fuck... Harry more.... I need more!" Louis moaned, eyes still firmly closed, a faint wrinkle of concentration between his eyebrows making him all the more desirable. His wrist worked the toy hard into the dirtiest squelching sounds Harry had ever heard. 

Louis was breathing hard and fast, and seemed both happy and frustrated as rarely, trying, it seemed, in vain, to pull himself to orgasm, making the desire in the human's blood soar. 

"Haa-aaa-zzzz" Louis called again, totally lost in his sensations... 

It didn't take much for Harry to snap, violently removing his shirt and walking over to the bed while hastily pulling down his jeans. 

"Fucking hell, Lou..." he grunted as he released his already hard cock, grabbing it without waiting. "It's a hell of a sight to get home to, kitten. You didn't want to wait for me..." he asked as he watched Louis stop dead in his tracks and open his eyes in shock, his mouth half open in a pant.

In a daring move, Harry removed the plug from the hybrid's arse himself, catching the excess lube on his fingers before throwing the toy to the floor and covering his cock with the remains he had collected.

It only took Louis a few seconds to realise what was happening, and the look on his face went from shock, to impatience, to complete joy in a matter of seconds. 

"I was thinking about you. I... I was thinking about your hands and your mouth and you coming home late..." He began to explain, his gaze finally falling on Harry's cock, and he licked his lips. "You're going to... You're going to fuck me, aren't you?" He asked, hopeful. 

"Obviously, pretty cat... You're so open..." Harry growled, lining up behind Louis while holding his length firmly in his hand. "You... Unless you don't want to..." 

"Guuh..." was the reply he received, along with a movement of Louis’ bottom. "If I'd known that when you saw me do this, you'd do it yourself, I'd have let you surprise me like this days ago!" 

Harry stroked his tip across Louis's cheeks, his brain couldn't get rid of the sight of Louis's impatiently twisting tail, raised to show him his waiting hole. "Because you do that a lot baby?" He asked, puzzled. 

"Twice a day, at least. Ever since they arrived…”

It was the surprise of it all that made Harry let go of his cock and it slid all by itself into the depths of the hybrid in a slow, but powerful movement, making them groan with happiness and relief, automatically, the cat's tail wrapped around her waist in a loving gesture.

Harry felt all his muscles tense, preventing himself from moving despite the divine sensation of Louis' warmth. 

It was Louis who pulled himself together first... 

"Oh my God! Oh my... That's so much better! So much better!" He cried, his whole upper body falling onto the bed, boneless. “Please…” 

"You're so... So tight... And so hot..." Harry cried back, a violent shiver running down his spine. 

"Please, Haz... Move!" Louis shouted. 

And so, the human could only carry out the order so politely requested, withdrawing slowly, before returning to bury himself deep inside his lover, imposing a slow rhythm, with powerful thursts that coaxed the most beautiful noises out of Louis, until Harry could take no more, withdrawing and manhandling Louis to make him lie face down before returning deep into his body, this time eye to eye with the hybrid.

There was nothing left but gasps, plaintive moans, and the sound of their two bodies taking each other in. There was nothing left but that, but neither of them was able to look away from the other's gaze. It was as if they were talking to each other, from soul to soul, without a  word necessary, other than the sensations they were sharing at this moment, as if, somehow, they knew that this moment would change everything between them…

Louis's mouth quickly turned slack with pleasure, his eyes became glassy with happiness and…

"Lou..." Harry breathed, with a rasp in his voice that made the hybrid roll his eyes in pleasure, his body tensing at the next thrust, finally giving him the orgasm he'd been seeking for too long, and sending Harry over the edge with it.

"Oh... Oh my god!" Louis laughed, his whole body melting under Harry. 

"What?" Harry asked, out of breath. 

"I felt your dick explode inside me!” Louis chuckled, before taking a deep breath. "Fucking hell... I love sex…”

It was Harry's turn to burst out laughing before slowly withdrawing from Louis' body, his cock too sensitive to the burning heat around it.

"Well... I’m glad to have introduced you to this new activity..." 

"You know it's official now. I'm going to ask you to buy me a collar. I'll never leave you after that…” Louis smiled, his eyes shining with adoration and ill-contained happiness, before slowly stretching, reminding Harry once and for all of the cat he half was. 

"I... Sorry?" Harry asked, straightening abruptly, his eyes bulging with surprise.

"I said... I'm going to want a collar to show everyone I'm attached. To you..." Louis repeated, speaking slowly, deliberately. 

"I... Oooh... Sorry. My mind froze for a second coz’... Uh... Between human beings, it doesn't... A collar has a slightly different meaning…”

Louis raised an eyebrow and Harry winced. 

"It's a way of showing... In some type of relationship that's... like... Who’s the master, the one in charge... Whereas the wearer of the collar is... The submissive…”

Louis gave him a wolfish grin. 

"Well, I know. Since you showed me this website weeks ago, I've done a bit of surfing. So yes, a collar would be perfect for me, don’t you think?" He concluded, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously.

Harry's mouth opened wide in shock. 

"You... Fucking hell, Lou! I love you!” He exclaimed. Beyond happiness. 

The hybrid's face relaxed in response to the human's shocked words, his pupils suddenly dilating. 

"I think it's only fair to tell you that I too... I love you… And I'm... So... So grateful... That you're letting me go through all this with you. I wouldn't want to do it with anyone else!”

With a smile, Harry let himself fall against the hybrid, his mouth landing in laughter against Louis's, whose eyes were definitely brimming with tears of happiness.