Chapter 9

                                    

                                          
Smutty chapter. Dont say I didn't warn you
Enjoy!
Lila x
A month later found the boys back on the road, late nights spent on the red and black couch in the back of the tour bus, or lazing on the floors in the makeshift kitchen. Life fell into a routine of shows, meet and greet, being spotted, and crawling into their bunk beds exhausted at the end of each gig, each in his own world after the inhumane level of work they were doing. 
It was on one such night that Harry gently pushed the curtain of Louis bunk aside and wordlessly crawled in next to him. Louis shifted immediately to make space for him in his favourite position, snuggled onto his chest with Louis arm holding him close. The smaller man stroked his hair, listening to him breathe and tracing patterns along his muscular arm. 
"Babe?" He whispered after a couple minutes of silence. Harry tilted his head up to look him in the eye and waited, "you okay?" 
"Yeah," Harry sighed, cuddling back into Louis chest, "just tired, and a little cold and a little lonely and a little..."
"A little what love?" Louis encouraged him
"A little anxious," he continued, so softly Louis could've missed it 
"Oh baby," he wrapped his arm tighter around his boyfriend pulling him into an embrace, he understood lonely, it had been weeks since they had time to themselves, to cuddle or to whisper to each other. Their sex life was finished to bathroom handjobs and grinding against each other while the boys were in the next beds.  "which part makes you anxious angel?" He questioned, not releasing his boy
"Just, the public you know," 
"The fans?" Louis asked, confused 
"No," Harry said firmly, "no the fans are supportive of me, I love them, it's just, the tabloids and the press and the womaniser image of me. It's not me Lou...and when I go on stage and people throw condoms and weird shit it's just...what if they actually see me that way? What if they actually think I'm a horrible person who uses my status for sex. That's just not-i mean-im not like-im better than that" 
"So much better love," Louis whispered, like a secret, while sitting up and laying Harry tenderly so his head was in his lap looking up at him. He looked down at his boyfriend's face, taking in the way his jaw was slightly clenched, making his cheekbones seem more chiseled than usual, a loose curl that had fallen out of his manbun laying carelessly just above his eyes, the green seeming even more piercing when they glistened with unshed tears. He laid his hand on Harry's cheek, loving how it barely covered the side of his face,
"Baby you're so much better than that. Remember when we saw that arsehole director in our time at the x-factor? You were so appalled you made me promise that I'd knock some sense into you if you ever became anything like that."
"I believe the words I used were spank me raw actually," Harry interjected, a hint of a smirk coming back to his lips
"I remember. First I ever heard of your dirty, dirty kinks, kitten." Louis laughed, leaning down to press a kiss firmly on his mouth, only pulling away once Harry kissed back
"Mine." He whispered into Harry's ear, "and if it's mine, then my opinion is the only one that matters. Because you belong to me, and I say that your heart," his hand grazed Harry's shirt, right over his chest, "is the kindest heart of anyone I know, and your dick," he let his hand wander down, palming Harry out of the blue, "is clearly not into women so..."
He pulled back and waited until Harry broke out into a smile, then poked his dimples, loving the way Harry always giggled when he did that
"There's my boy," he said softly 
Harry forced him to lay back down and snuggled into his chest again. A few silent beats passed before Harry whispered, "thank you sunshine,"
And Louis melted. Melted for his boy for what felt like the billionth time in his life. He hoped he would always be this lucky. 
It wasn't until the next show that Louis got a chance to observe Harry pre-show. All the boys got nervous, that was normal, but this time, he could see the difference in the way Harry's jaw was clenched, and his fists tightened and untightened. That was more than pre show nerves and he was appalled with himself for not noticing at other shows. 
He watched from his perch on Lou's chair as his boyfriend paced, fiddling with his rings and fingers before sitting on a nearby chair and pulling out his phone. No. He couldn't let Harry near social media right now. 
"Love, come here a sec," he called, beckoning to him and ignoring the flick Lou gave his ear when he moved, rolling his eyes up at her and earning another flick. He reached over and plucked Harry's phone from his hand. The other boys were off somewhere, probably pranking security or something, but Harry and Louis always waited for each other in hair and makeup. It was their pre-show ritual. 
Deliberately, he locked Harry's phone and handed it back to him, "get me some water love?" He asked, sliding a little into his assertive voice, not too much to make Lou suspicious, but just enough that it would hopefully head to Harry's subconscious, and somewhat calm him. 
"Course Lou," Harry smiled, and put his phone in his jeans pocket. 
He returned 2 minutes later with a bottle of water which he handed to Louis with an expectant look on his face. So it had gotten to him a little, Louis tried to hold back from smirking. 
"So good to me, thanks love," he asserted, before deliberately opening the bottle without breaking eye contact and wrapping his lips provacatively around it, hallowing his cheeks a little as he drank. Harry's green eyes were beginning to get a little glassy so he allowed himself a self satisfied smirk before breaking eye contact and pretending nothing was up. If he ignored Harry until they got a moment alone, hopefully his mind would be so caught up in getting the man's attention, he would forget his anxiety at least for a bit. 
It worked, he could tell. But as the moments passed and Lou left the room, Louis could see Harry beginning to tense up again. 
"Come here baby," he said sharply, taking Harry by the hand and tugging him out of the room, walking in quick strides, his clumsy boyfriend struggling not to trip over his legs as he stumbled behind him. 
Louis led him to a vip box and shoved him inside locking the door and pushing him against it instantly. 
"Angel," he grumbled against his ear, "I am going to ruin you, right here, overlooking every single seat in this arena, where you can see the stage we're going to perform. I am going to remind you who you belong to, and whose opinion matters." He pressed his lips down onto the sensitive spot by Harry's ear, knowing it would turn him on painfully, "okay baby?" He asked drawing back and taking in the way Harry's eyes were beginning to darken and glaze over. 
"Okay," Harry whimpered, eyes roaming the arena in front of him wildly, taking in the handful of security guards and tech guys roaming below them. 
"That turns you on baby? See all the people here? Know they're right here and they might hear you screaming? Because believe me baby, you will scream." Louis always surprised himself with his own dirty talk to be honest, never knew where it came from, but he loved the gasps he could get out of Harry with just his mouth,
"Please," Harry moaned, painfully hard, bucking forward to try to get some relief against Louis 
"No babe," Louis hissed, pushing Harry into the wall with a strong hand on his throat, holding him down for as long as he could before loosening his grip, reveling in the way Harry took sharp gulps of air, "this is about claiming you. Reminding you who you belong to, and that means you take what you're given, understood?" 
"Understood," Harry groaned, pupils blown
Louis stared at him expectantly, and Harry withered under his icy gaze, "who do you think you're addressing, you slut," he said lowly
"Understood, sir," Harry rectified immediately, understanding blooming in his eyes. He knew now, Louis realised, what Louis was trying to do, how Louis would claim him as the only man of importance, as the one who fully owned him, and the only one he could think about when performing. 
"It's such a shame baby," Louis began to whisper, satisfied that Harry wouldn't move, "that I cant mark you right here," he grazed the sensitive skin under Harry's ear with his thumb lightly, causing harry to shiver in pleasure, "or here," he moved his hand to his boyfriend's neck, applying the slightest amount of preasure before dropping his hand to undo his buttons slowly, placing his knee between Harry's thighs, and giving him a slight nod of permission to get off on it as he worked on undressing him
"I want to mark you everywhere, so everyone can see your mine but they don't matter anyway do they?" He lifted pulled Harry's neck down a little to force him to make eye contact as he whimpered, rutting against his knee like his life depended on it, "it only matters that I know and you know who you belong to, who's that princess?" He asked sharply, discarding the shirt all together and beginning to work on his jeans, forcing his leg away and kissing away his disappointed moan
"Y-you sir, I belong to you,"
"That's a good boy" Louis asserted, smirking as he saw Harry's cock hanging free, "no underwear?"
"Lube in my jean pocket too,"
"Good." He grabbed Harry roughly by the arms and threw him onto the couch at the back of the box, with a clear view of the stage, "no more talking now, you speak only to answer questions.  But don't hold back your pretty sounds, I said I would make you scream and I intend on doing so." 
Harry nodded his understanding and Louis began his relentless teasing pinching sharply all the way down Harry's sides and smoothing each pinch down with his thumb. He sat back for a moment and drank in his perfect boyfriend, layed out like a damn meal to take apart. 
"I'm just thinking love, I can't mark you up where they'll see it, but I can mark up the spots that are ours." Harry whimpered at that and bit his lip, earning a sharp slap to his thigh, "I told you not to hold back your sounds baby," 
He waited a beat before continuing, pressing his fingers lightly over different parts in his body. Harry loved rough, he loved hard presses and sharp impact. Light touch was the perfect tease to draw this out. They had time, 2 hours, time they hadn't had in weeks, and Louis was going to make the most of it. 
"This tattoo here is mine," he began to talk, as if to himself, grazing one of the birds on Harry's collarbone, attaching his lips to it and beginning to work a mark over it, while his right hand began to play with Harry's nipple, twisting sharply and tugging. He moved his lips without a word over the black heart on the other side, snaking his left hand to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment. Harry's moans were getting louder, hotter, as Louis knew they would the second he touched his nipple. He was so damn sensitive. The smaller man lost track of time as he flitted from tattoo to tattoo, working his marks in strongly while his fingers never relented on his boy's nubs. 
"L-Lou..." Harry gasped suddenly, snapping Louis back into focus, looking up at his wild eyes and pulling back
"You spoke Harry," he said dangerously sitting all the way back so no part of him was touching his desperate boy, "I told you you couldn't but you didn't listen. You never listen babe." His eyes were ice cold, tone low and Harry withered under it eyes silently begging for Louis to do something. Louis dropped his eyes down to Harry's neglected cock, taking in how hard it was, straight up against his stomache, a pool of precome visible and more blurting out under his gaze. 
"Looks painful baby," he commented, not making a move. 
A stray tear rolled down from Harry's eyes and Louis sighed, reaching forward in a flash and flipping Harry onto his front, manhandling him face down ass up, shoving his winter coat under his hips. "you just needed to get off baby right?" He cooed, leaning forward so that his body was molded against Harry's back, "I got you so hard by playing with your nipples and you didn't know how to tell me your dick needed attention too is that right?"
"Yes sir," Harry whispered, hiding his face in the couch. 
"I need to spank you baby, you didn't follow my direction, and I need to remind you who's in charge here, need to remind you to take what you're given. But I also understand sweetheart, I know why you did it, so while I spank you, you can get off on my coat. make a mess on Versace k?" 
"Okay sir." Harry sighed happily, "thank you" 
"My good boy knowing to be grateful," Louis smiled, pressing a kiss to his neck, before leaning back. "it's going to be 15 angel, that way when you're on stage and you feel sore, you'll remember whose opinion matters most. Pick your head up and look at the stage love," he commanded, massaging Harry's cheeks firmly and then letting go. 
From past experience, he was well aware that the anticipation was almost as painful as the impact of the spank itself, so Louis waited and counted to five in his head, watching Harry squirm against the coat, and then suddenly swinging his hand down hard as he could. The next two spanks followed close after that without a pause in between. He took no prisoners, not holding back in the force of his spanks, watching his handprint appear and fade on Harry's pert bum until it was a deep red, reveling in the way his boyfriend squirmed beneath his, seeming unable to decide if he wanted to lean in towards his touch or shy away from it, tears streaming down his cheeks as yelped loudly with each slap
"Nice sounds baby," Louis huffed out, "not screaming yet but we'll get there, I promise." He delivered another slap and then reached around Harry, forcing his face sideways and staring for a minute. Saliva had gathered around his full lips and Louis wanted nothing more than to shove his own hard cock into that mouth, forcing his to choke on it. He was fully aware that he was still dressed, his cock crying out for some freedom. 
"One more baby, come on this one." 
Harry nodded, burying his head back into the couch and Louis reared back, forcing himself to wait, to count to four before swinging forward with every ounce of strength in him, delivering the hardest spank he had ever given Harry with his bare hand and watched as Harry came apart, coming with a drawn out gutteral sound, crying out in shock as Louis grabbed his hair and forced him up onto his knees while he was still coming, so the thick white ropes shot forward, landing on the leather armrest as he arched his back and writhed, trying to get some friction to work through his orgasm while Louis held tight to his hair with one hand and forcing his flailing hands to the small of his own back so he could watch his own come dirty the couch. 
He was hardly finished when Louis dragged him up by the hair and layed him on his back on the floor, hurriedly removing his clothing as he pinned Harry's hands above his head and forced his legs apart with his knee, pushing so that his feel were plat of the floor, knees up
He groaned as cold air hit his free cock, which had sprung up the second his boxers were yanked down, "and now you scream," he intoned, diving forward without a warning and burying his face in Harry's red arse. He hadn't shaven in a few days, and he knew the stubble would burn, knew how much Harry would enjoy it. He palmed himself desperately as he sucked harshly on Harry's rim, taking no prisoners, just reveling in the whimpers Harry was letting out, still sensitive from coming. He watched in satisfaction as Harry's dick began to thicken as he continued to suck strongly, letting his tongue lap at Harry's entrance lazily every few seconds. Without warning, he pointed his tounge and thrust in, hearing Harry's moans get a little louder and smiling to himself, knowing Harry could feel his facial expression between his arsecheeks. It was a hot thought and Louis groaned, sending vibrations through Harry as he palmed himself desperately and started to thrust his tounge, fucking Harry with it and slicking him up. Harry's legs began to shake and Louis immediate backed off, unable to handle what it was doing to his own cock, he had great stamina, but Harry was just too hit sometimes. 
Harry cried out mournfully at the loss of Louis tounge but moaned with excitement as his strong boyfriend manhandled him onto his chest so he now lay on top of him, face to face with his cock. 
"You going to be a good pet and suck?" He asked casually
"Please sir!" Harry moaned, opening his mouth, tongue already out, gasping wildly when Louis forced his head back from beneath him by his hair, "who's pet are you?" He growled
"Yours sir, your pet, your good boy, please please please," he mouthed downward, trying to get around it. 
"Choke on it then babe," Louis released him, letting him fall down and take him. As soon as he felt harry sinful lips around him, Louis plunged his tongue back in, feeling the vibrations rock through him as Harry moaned. Before Harry, and before he realised he could be into guys, Louis favorite sexual endeavor was eating pussy. It was different with guys, but Louis was skilled with his mouth and he loved taking Harry apart like this, with his tounge buried in him, licking at his walls relentlessly. He slicked up 2 fingers with the lube that was an armsreach away and shoved them both inside without preamble, hearing feeling Harry arch back until just his tip was in his mouth and let out a small yelp, before Louis pinched his sore arse and he relaxed, going back down and doubling his efforts to gag himself, Louis felt himself hit the back of Harry's throat at the same time as he felt him relax around his fingers. He curled forward, reaching for the prostate and beginning to brush on it relentlessly, pulling out his tounge and shoving a third finger inside, corkscrewing. As Harry loosened, he began to thrust against his spot, massaging it deeply and feeling the way Harry's body responded. 
"No." He pulled out, pushing Harry off of him and shoving back over onto his back, "it's no good, can't hear you when your mouth is busy with my dick." 
He moved Harry to stand over the filthy arm of the couch, forcing him to lay in his own come. "Watch the arena babe," he growled into his ear, shoving all three fingers back in at once, "look at every single chair in this fucking place and say my name, sing my name to every fucking spot in this audience. Because it's me innit, I fucking own you h," he shoved in a fourth finger, using two to draw as much pleasure as he could out of his prostate and two to sweep his walls, trying to make harry feel him in every spot. 
"Louis," Harry whimpered, like a prayer
"Good boy," Louis growled, massaging harder
"Louis, Louis, Louis please!" He moaned louder, "please, please, please!" 
"Not loud enough babe," he gruffed, turning Harry onto his back and attaching his lips to his swollen nipple, biting and sucking with his fingers still buried inside him
"Louis!" Harry screamed, arching towards Louis mouth, panting hard as he moved to the other side 
"Louis! Louis! Louis! Louis..." 
"Shit babe, love hearing you say my name like that, scream it to the whole arena baby boy, scream it again and come for me," 
Harry yelled out Louis name one more time, and started to shoot. Louis placed one finger firmly on his prostate, drawing firm circles on it causing Harry to scream out intellegibly, rocking away from Louis mouth that hadn't let up on the his chest, so loud Louis was sure that every  person on the entire venue could hear him. 
"Mine." He said sharply, pushing himself into Harry as he came down,
"Yours Lou, all yours," Harry cried, "take me" 
"Fuck babe," Louis reared back and slammed into Harry, chasing his own release while nailing Harry's overstimulated prostate with every thrust, "give me one more, shit baby, so hot yelling my name, screaming like a little whore, knowing damn well who you belong to." He kept his thrusts hard, leaning Down to affix his mouth to Harry's, who kissed back like it was the only thing keeping him going. 
"Give me one more baby, be my best boy." It was a demand, and Harry cried out one last time, a long, drawn out cry as he twitched and came completely dry, whimpering lowly as he felt Louis fill him up. 
They lay panting for a little while, Harry cuddled into Louis who made no move to get up.
"M'gonna be sore up there," Harry broke the silence, pouting up at his boy
"I know," Louis grinned, "I did that"
Harry sighed contently and snuggled closer, "can't believe you're mine," he said softly pressing a kiss to his torso
"Best believe it baby, cuz I ain't going fucking nowhere," 
"You swear allot after sex,"
Louis snorted, his laugh filling the space 
A light knock sounded on the door, and someone tried the handle. They exchanged glances, worriedly. 
"Haz? Lou? You guys in there?" An Irish accent filtered through and Harry sighed in relief 
"Be out in five Ni!" Louis yelled back, shoving Harry's clothes at him and starting to get his own boxers back on 
"Shit, shit, Lou this wasn't good, you were all done up and now you have sex hair, and oh god we made a mess of this place, fuck, were so in for it."
On top of Harry's rambling, Niall continued pounding the door
"Make it three, Simon's been looking for you both." 
Harry groaned looking fearfully at Louis who adjusted the last of his buttons and smoothed his hair. 
"Love, take a deep breath with me," he said softly, counting as Harry breathed 
"We're okay, you've never looked prettier, and I always look perfect and besides, if my boy needed a reminder that the public can shove their opinions up their arses, I will damn well give it to him. Listen to me," he smoothed a stray wrinkle on Harry's shirt, "I know one of the security people here, I'll message him to get a cleaner up, you stay close to me, we'll be alright okay love?"
Harry smiled softly, leaning forward, "I love you." He said softly, kissing Louis slowly, relishing the last few seconds of their alone time."
"Love you too angel," Louis whispered, and pressed his lips one last time before unlocking the door and holding it open for him, walking at a small distance 
Simon's eyes were like fire. "get fixed now. Get into position by the stage, well talk after."
Harry followed Louis to get redone, Lou rolling her eyes with her little smirk and Louis continuing to direct his breathing. 
"Relax babe," his said straight, ignoring Lou for the minute, "I've got you," 
"You've got me Lou." 
Later that night, after a successful show, the boys sat around and laughed at the bullshit story that had fed Simon about an argument turning physical and how he had fallen for it until eventually they all fell into bed, exhausted 
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