Wild Thoughts

Harry watched silently from the edge of Louis' bed as the man packed his clothes away. It was the day after Niall arrived and he spent all of yesterday sitting and waiting for Louis once again. The man was so tired after the meeting that he just undressed and crawled in bed, forcing Harry to go to sleep with him.

Harry's thoughts weren't on Louis for once, though. He wasn't trying to figure out what the man had planned next or what he would do to him or force him to do. He just couldn't stop thinking about Niall.

What did he mean that he wouldn't hold back? And does he not know what happened the last time someone messed with him? Maybe not, but if he's known Louis for a long time, he should know what he's like.

Unless he doesn't know what Louis' actually like. Sure they're business partners in drug trading, but maybe he doesn't know about how insane Louis truly is. Louis is extremely good at lying, Harry's seen him tell lies and Harry almost believed them even when he knew they weren't true.

But then again, with what Harry's seen, maybe Niall does know but he really doesn't care. He's confident and Louis doesn't seem to scare him in the least bit. Zayn shows fear sometimes with Louis', but Niall absolutely does not.

Harry's never seen someone who wasn't afraid of Louis when he shows them their true colors. What if Niall's just as fucked up as Louis?

Harry paled at the thought.

He bit his lip nervously, his leg bouncing. Louis looked at him from the corner of his eye, sighing when he didn't stop.

"Why are you so anxious, love?" Harry snapped out of his trance and looked up at Louis. Louis was looking at him with a mix of annoyance but also concern. Harry never knew that those two feelings could go together, but Louis can do so many things that Harry didn't know were possible.

"J-Just nervous," Harry admitted, but the reason he was nervous, he would never tell him.

"Why, Doll?" Louis forced Harry to look back up at him, rubbing his thumb against his bottom lip. Harry sighed.

"I just don't want to be here alone, not after..." Harry trailed off, looking into Louis' eyes, praying that the man doesn't see through his lies. Although, it's not really a lie. He doesn't want to be there alone with George. Not after everything that happened.

But he's more afraid of being here when Niall comes back from his trip.

Louis smiled down at him, pressing a sweet kiss to Harry's lips softly.

"You'll be okay, I promise. Everyone knows if they do anything they'll suffer much more than Oliver did." Louis gave Harry another kiss before pulling away, continuing to pack his clothes.

Harry brought his fingers up to touch his lips. He doesn't know why, but he's no longer disgusted when Louis presses their lips together. His lips tingle everytime Louis kissed him and before that thought scared him, but right now he has butterflies in his stomach.

He needed to find a way to get out before his mind gets anymore screwed up.

"What do you think of Niall?" Louis asked without looking at Harry. The younger lad looked up at the man who had a stoic look on his face. Harry grabbed a blanket and covered himself up, watching Louis with careful eyes.

"You said he was like a brother to you and Zayn, but he was nothing short of an asshole to you." Louis' blank face broke and he laughed.

"No one said every brother got along. He is an asshole, but he's been with Zayn and me for a very long time and he's always been this way. He does look out for us though, so we know that he doesn't hate us like he pretends that he does." Harry nodded but doesn't say a word, not wanting to give Louis his actual opinion.

And he doesn't want Louis to press the issue and accidentally let out the threat Niall gave him. Niall scared him to hell and back, but he doesn't want him to go through what Oliver did or worse.

Harry wouldn't wish that on anyone.

"Well, let me know if he says anything mean to you, he's not as nice to other people as he is to Zayn and me." The green-eyed boy nodded his head obediently but had no plans to do that. Louis shut his suitcase and let out a sigh of relief. He moved the bag off of the bed and crawled onto Harry, a smirk on his lips.

"I'm going to miss you, Doll," Louis whispered, reaching his hand up Harry's shirt, feeling the boy's torso. Harry looked at Louis with wide eyes, flinching when the man pressed kisses down his neck.

"K-King—"

"Shh, I don't want to have to tie you up but I will if you don't behave," Louis grits out through a fake smile. Harry closes his eyes in fear, his body freezing as Louis unbuttons his shirt. "I love your body, I'm going to miss being able to touch you whenever I want," Louis mumbled, leaving a trail of marks down his body as his hand comes up to play with Harry's nipple. Harry bit down on his knuckle to stop himself from making any noise, gripping the bedsheet with his other hand.

He's too scared of what Louis would to if he tried to push him away.

The older lad looked at Harry with hooded eyes, kissing down to the hem of his underwear. He brought his fingers up to Harry's lips and forced them into his mouth making the boy choke. Louis smirked, looking back down at Harry's naked body as the boy swirled his tongue around the digits in his mouth.

He didn't want to make Louis any angrier.

"You know, I think I'm going to buy you some panties while I'm away, they'd look fantastic on you," Louis muttered, pulling the cloth off of Harry's body. Harry's pulled away from Louis' fingers and scrambled to cover himself up. Louis' never gone this far before and it's terrifying the curly-haired boy. "Please, just relax and enjoy yourself. I want to make you feel good before I leave." Louis whispered, moving so his head was between Harry's thighs. Harry arched his back in pleasure as he felt Louis thrust his tongue inside of his hole, no warning at all.

"F-Fuck," Harry whimpered, his thighs tightening around the older man's head as he grabbed onto his hair in pleasure. Louis smirked, moving his tongue in and out slowly, teasing the withering boy.

"P-Please, K-King—" Harry's hormones took over his body completely, what he wanted mentally was totally throw out the window as Louis held him down when he tried to push down to meet his tongue. Louis grabbed Harry's legs and pried them open so they would release his head, sending Harry a smirk. He was a wreck and that's exactly how Louis always wanted him.

"What do you want me to do, baby?" Harry bit his lip and reached down to jerk himself off to get some relief, but Louis grabbed both hands and pinned him down to the bed, straddling him once again.

"I-I—" Harry let out a gasp as Louis ground his body down on Harry's cock, his jeans hurting him, but that only made him harder. Louis chuckled, grabbing both of Harry's wrists with one hand, freeing the other.

"I see my Queen has a pain kink, what useful information." He chuckled as he reached up and pinched Harry's nipple harshly, grinding down harder as Harry's withered in pain and pleasure. Louis couldn't get enough, the way Harry looked and was reacting was turning him on so much he could barely hold back. "I'm gonna fuck your throat," Louis told him, not giving him a chance to respond as he took himself out of his pants and crawled up to Harry's face. He took himself and hit Harry's lips teasingly with his tip, trying to get the boy to open up. Harry shook his head, refusing.

Louis only laughed, reaching behind himself to pinch Harry's sore nipple again

"Ah—" Harry yelped in pain only for Louis to shove his length in his mouth to cut him off. Louis grabbed Harry's curls and began to thrust into his mouth harshly, his breathing beginning to become labored as he watched tears fill Harry's emerald eyes. The sound of Harry choking on his cock every time he thrusted into those delicious plump lips had Louis coming to his climax faster than anyone else had ever made him.

His Queen was so gorgeous and precious it made him want to cry in happiness and satisfaction. He was the luckiest guy on Earth and if he would have listened to Zayn, he wouldn't have him right now.

"Fuck, baby, you're so beautiful," Louis moaned, his thrusts quickening as he reached orgasm. He let out a loud moan as he shoved himself as far down Harry's throat as he could, staying there as he released down the boy's throat. Louis looked down at Harry to see the boy's eyes clenched shut and he felt his body shuddering below him. He looked behind himself and laughed in disbelief.

Harry came untouched, just because Louis used him to get his own pleasure. His boy was more of a masochist than he thought.

The older man pulled himself out of Harry's mouth and watched as cum and spit dribbled out of Harry's mouth and down his chin as the boy desperately tried to catch his breath.

Louis grinned down at him.

"I want you to prepare yourself for tonight, baby, because we're going to have a wild night when I get back from my meetings." Harry flinched, his eyes connecting with blue ones as they grinned in triumph.

Harry hated that his heart started beating in excitement at those words as Louis cleaned himself up and got dressed, leaving him dirty and panting on the bed.