Lights Out

Secret Boyfriend (Bottom Harry)

(Warnings: Rimming, brief oral sex, 'cross dressing')

"Where were you?! You nearly missed this interview!" Louis exclaims as Harry walks backstage at the Alan Carr show.
"I, um, out with a friend." Harry mumbles, blushing a deep red.
"Sure mate." Niall scoffs.
"Am I missing something?" Liam asks curiously.
"No! Nothi-" Harry races to cover it up but Niall already has his way.
"Oh only the fact that it's so obvious right now that Harry just got fucked." Niall laughs.
"I didn't!" Harry pouts.
"Sure mate." Louis shakes his head in disbelief.
"I didn't! We did other things." He protests.
"Like...?" Liam questions.
"Nevermind. Doesn't matter." Harry murmurs.

"Last interview we can make it through this." The four boys are wrapped in a circle before they go on stage, arms across each other's backs but let's just say Louis' hands drifted down.
"Harry why the fuck does your ass feel hard in the middle?"
"N-no reason." The youngest stutters. Niall, being constantly curious, decides to feel along Harry's ass crack to see if his suspicions were correct.
"The bitch is wearing a fucking plug up his ass." Niall declares.
"People actually do that?!" Liam splutters.
"You gotta tell us who it is mate." Louis insists.
"No." Harry says firmly, blushing at the thought of his secret boyfriend.

"Do we know him?"
"What colour hair does he have?"
"Is he tall or short?"

"Guys!" Harry stops his friends questions, the moment they had came off stage they hounded him with questions. "All I'm gonna say is you know him well."
"Are you dating yourself?" Niall ponders.
"What the fuck Niall? No!"
"It's possible." The blonde shrugs.
"He's here. I've got to go." Harry says, seeing the extremley dark car pull up. He gets in the back seat, knowing his boyfriend has a driver for security.

"We're running out of time. They're starting to wonder." Harry sighs, falling into his boyfriends chest.
"Oh baby. It's all going to be okay. Let me take care of it. I don't want you worrying yourself over it Princess." His boyfriend consoles, kissing the top of his head. Harry blushes at the name 'Princess', he loves it. When he's with his boyfriend he can wear lipstick and pretty patterns without anything but compliments coming his way. Unfortunately society doesn't accept what he'd like to do, how he'd like to portray himself.

"We're back home now lovely. You can change into the clothes you prefer now. I'm sorry you can't be yourself." The older mumbles, kissing Harry's forehead before they get out of the car and walk inside.
"It's not your fault."
"I know but I still feel bad. I feel bad I left and now you're stuck there without me." Harry just hums at his boyfriends words as he goes into the large dressing room to find something to wear to bed.

He grabs plain black leggings and a loose white tank top that says 'Diva is a female version of a hustler' in black cursive font on it. He honestly doesn't understand why more guys don't wear leggings, they're so comfortable -as is the tank top. He also changes into purple silk underwear because silk is his fabric of choice and he wishes he could wear it all day everyday. After throwing his hair into a messy bun and brushing his teeth, he re-enters the bedroom at he and his boyfriends shared apartment.

"My, my Princess. You're only in pyjamas but you look so good." The man in just boxers moans, making Harry giggle as he jumps on the bed next to him and they kiss sweetly. "Do you still have the plug in Sweetie?
"Of course my Prince Charming." Harry bats his eyelashes and shyly looks to his older boyfriend.
"I know you only just got dressed but if you take off the leggings and panties then I can eat your ass out. You'd like that wouldn't you baby?"

Harry doesn't even answer. He just whips his lower clothing off in record time and lays bum up on the bed, innocently peeking up at his boyfriend.
"How on earth do you pull off innocent when you're about to get your ass eaten out?" The boyfriend shakes his head, moving down to be closer to Harry's ass.
"I guess I'm just oblivious when you spank my clenching hole Prince Charming."
"Fuck. I don't even know how you do that."

"Eat me daddy. Bite and bruise my little bum you love so much." Harry giggles, making his Prince Charming moan and dip his head down. He begins by licking a wide, flat stripe across the boy's red whole and gripping the boys thighs. He can feel the plug with his nose and nuzzles it further in, causing Harry to gargle instinctively. However enough with the teasing. The plug is soon being thrown across the bedroom floor with zero given fucks as Harry's ass hole gets fucked by a tongue. The wet and dripping salvia fall into Harry's hole, making him whither in ecstasy.
"So perfect Princess." His boyfriend moans, digging in further. Harry can feel his prostate be abused by the vicious mouth that had teeth biting at his inner cheeks and that makes his already hard cock so much closer to the edge.

"I-I-I'm gonna cum." Harry gasps, busting his nut accidentally and falling face first on the bed.
"Aw Princess. No orgasm for your Prince?" His boyfriend pouts, making Harry giggle and look up at him. The older one nearly came at the sight of blissed out and sweaty Harry with hair matted to his forehead.
"I'll swallow all of you my Prince. I'll even let you burst down my throat, then I'll swallow. Every. Last. Drop." Harry says sexily, turning the older man on wildly.

Less than two minutes later and Harry was getting throat fucked by his loving, but at that moment ridiculously horny, boyfriend.
"Shitttttttt." The man hissed, cumming down the younger's throat. Harry just closed his eyes and swallowed it all -as promised- like the good little Princess he was.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed that. I certainly did. You have 24 hours to guess who Harry's boyfriend is -although I feel like I made it pretty obvious- and anyone who does get it will get a surprise in their inbox! I also really liked writing this so I might write more oneshots of it.

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You can confide in me anytime princes and princesses, ESPECIALLY people with severe phobias. I'd love to talk to more people who are equally terrified about something. That sounds bad. Anyway! I'm opening up to say I have two extreme phobias and two mild-medium ones, talk to me if you feel like no one else understands what it's like for the anxiety to make you want to stop breathing. I'm here for you whenever you need someone princes and princesses :)

-Grace Williams xo

P.S. Part of the reason I'm uploading these one shots is that the Hidden Extras update may be delayed. Whoops.