Small Styles

Chapter 21

Sometimes, when Harry and Louis argued and didn't know what else to do, they fucked. It wasn't their usual sweet and soft love-making, it wasn't their occasional, rough sex, it was, for the most part, either emotionless or upset-filled fucking. It wasn't healthy, they both knew that much, but it made both of them feel better in a way. There was closeness without too much, there was vulnerability without caring about emotion, there was everything that there normally was just lacking the care that there normally was.

And that's how Harry ended up in the middle of the living room in front of the tree. The lights on the tree shone bright and reflected against the hardwood floor he was currently lying on. He whined as he pulled lightly on his restraints, knowing that it was pretty pointless.

Louis had the wonderful idea of tying Harry up in Christmas lights and letting him illuminate the room with the only competition being the tree. Harry was currently being tortured with a vibrator in his ass, one against his dick, and a pretty pink ball gag in his mouth to keep moans in. Louis was currently sitting in the kitchen, eating his dinner of spicy microwave noodles. Harry would get his dinner once he'd proven that he could be a good boy.

Louis scarfed the last little bit of noddles up before slurping the little bit of soup that was left up. He threw the black plastic-like container into the trash and set the fork in the sink, making his way towards his boy in the living room.

"How are we doing, babes?"

Harry, who was gagged, tried multiple times to convey how he was feeling, each time failing and making Louis laugh. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment and he ducked his head, his nose touching the ground.

"Aww, sweet boy, are we embarrassed by our little predicament?" Louis teased with a smirk, reaching down to play with Harry's sensitive nipples.

Harry let out a loud whine at that, causing Louis to chuckle again. He loved toying with Harry sometimes. It never failed to entertain him.

"Does the baby like his nipples played with by his Daddy?" Louis questioned.

Harry nodded urgently.

"Use your big boy words," Louis said, this time just because he needed a laugh.

Harry, always wanting to obey Louis, tried. He really did try. His tries ended bitterly, each with Louis chuckling a bit, yanking on Harry's nipples at especially funny moments.

Louis didn't know why he found this so funny. It wasn't exactly the first time he'd done something like this, but it was the first time he'd gotten so much pleasure from it.

"Show Daddy your hole," Louis demanded.

Harry did his best in spreading his legs and lifting his hips from the floor, but it wasn't that good because of the tight lights. He whined for help, hoping his message would get across to Louis.

Louis nodded, "I know, stop whining like a bitch in heat. You're not a damn dog."

Harry whimpered. He didn't mean to sound like that. He was just trying to get his point across but his Daddy was being a meany butt. Harry relaxed a bit, his hips falling back down the floor. Once he realized how much pleasure he could get from that, he continued doing it, humping the floor happily, chasing his release.

"No, you naughty boy. We don't hump the floors," Louis spoke as though he was speaking to a naughty puppy, smacking his once on each cheek.

Harry whimpered and whined in response, wanting to cum so badly. He hadn't even been tied down for long, so there was no reason for him to be this horny.

"Alright, let's try this again without the pup humping the floor," Louis said, forcing a blush to crawl all over Harry's body, "Show Daddy your hole."

Harry lifted his butt and spread his legs as wide as he could, trying his hardest to show his hole off. He couldn't help but think about all the things that Louis could he planning or that he could be doing right now without Harry knowing.

He could be taking pictures of the boy, he could be judging the boy, he could be doing any number of things. But he couldn't help but think of all of the sinister things that Louis could be thinking up in his wicked mind.

"Alright, I'm going to start with waxing. Sound good? Give me a thumbs up or a thumbs down, it's your choice right now," Louis said, taking a sip from a water bottle he found on the coffee table.

Harry gave a thumbs up without even thinking. Harry loved when Louis waxed him. There was pain and softness and he couldn't get enough of it.

"Good choice. I'll be right back, gotta get the wax," Louis mumbled, Harry already over the moon at the idea.

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After Harry was sufficiently turned on and was completely hairless, Louis smiled and leaned forward, licking him from balls to hole. He grinned at the little shiver Harry's body involuntarily gave in response. He'd never get enough of Harry's sensitivity, especially when he reacted that way because Louis made him so sensitive.

He smacked Harry's thighs and lower bottom a bit before finally leaning back and looking, admiring, what he'd done to the boy. He grinned wickedly at his work. The boy was flushed and sweating, a little bit of spit running down his chin and onto the floor from how his mouth was being stretched out by the gag; he had a red bottom and a leaking cock that was begging to be played with, and yet he was still tied down to the floor, being a good boy.

Louis loved that he had this power over Harry. He loved knowing that at any given moment in time he could tie Harry up or down and tell him what to do and he'd do it. Harry loved how powerless it made him feel.

Sometimes, it wasn't even about the power. It was about the comfort that it brought both of them. In the real world, there weren't many boundaries set. Sure, they knew which buttons not to press and which questions not to ask, but when they were playing, there were set boundaries. There was no question about anything when they were playing. You didn't have to sit and think "would this be okay to ask?" because there were set boundaries in place that no one would go over. Louis would go right to the brink of overstepping the boundaries, but he never did, and that was comforting to both of them.

Not to even mention the fact that Harry was comforted by the care that Louis took, even if he was being rough, or the fact that when Harry was being Louis' submissive and nothing but Louis' submissive, there was nothing that could hurt him. He was no longer part of the world, he was living in a whole new world with his boyfriend.

And Louis found comfort in knowing that Harry trusted him enough to do the things that he was allowed to do. He enjoyed knowing that his boyfriend trusted him enough to let him tie him up and not be terrified, he enjoyed knowing that his boyfriend trusted him enough to let him spank him until he was damn near sobbing.

All of these things that they did brought comfort and they wouldn't give it up for the world. Neither would ever overstep boundaries because they knew how sacred the trust that they had in each other was.

*a soft ending to a mildly rough start. there was not much smut and i didn't write whether they had sex or not. I'm leaving that for you guys to decide. I'm sorry it's been so long since I last updated and I'm sorry that this is a shitty chapter, but I hope someone enjoyed it.*