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He is seating on his haunches, legs tucked underneath him.
The hardness of the wood is spreading through his knees, shins and ankles
His hands are tightly clasped behind him.
His eyes are closed.
He hears the front door being opened, then closed.
A slight shiver runs through his body. The familiar sound comforting and thrilling at the same time.
He knows Louis will take his time before coming to their bedroom. It’s the realisation that Louis is in their house that starts it all, even if his husband isn’t on the same floor.
He can hear Louis’ keys being thrown in the glass bowl in the entryway.
He can distinguish the sound of Louis taking his shoes off and letting them fall to the floor.
He can hear some shuffling noise coming from somewhere downstairs.
He can hear Louis’ footsteps, getting closer and closer.
He can hear everything, and it already sends chills down his spine. He soon feels goosebumps on his arms and legs, and warmth spreading from his neck to his chest and creeping up to his cheeks too.
He is already turned on and nothing really started, yet.
Or actually all started an hour ago, when he undressed. He felt the excitement sending little sparks from his fingertips when he was putting his crotchless tights on. He spent a significant amount of time stroking his thighs with the soft nylon fabric. It was some black ones, no fishnet, no pattern, but with a back seam on the back. He knows Louis will be crazy about it. He always is when he sees the thin line running from the back of Harry’s foot and up along his endless legs to the back of his slim thighs. He did it on purpose, because seated as he is, Louis won’t be able to see the back seam until later into the scene. And even if Harry genuinely enjoys being Louis’ sub, he also really likes to startle him when Louis least expects it.
He collects himself before Louis enters the room. He might have a minute or two to do so.
He is no longer a rookie, they've played together for long enough. He is able to tame his thrill now. He does a good job of keeping his excitement under control.
His body tense, he exhales slowly and deliberately. All is calm again - as it should be.
He goes over his outfit, for what could be the hundredth time, but it’s comforting to repeat the instructions again and again. Checking everything. Being proud of himself. Waiting for Louis to be proud too.
Hair down.
Leather collar. “The one with the ring on the front”.
Tights.
Plug. “Your favourite Darling, the black silicone one”
Louis’ texts have been concise. He didn’t need to explain himself further.
***
“I have a present for you. But only the good boys get presents”
***
Harry hears the bedroom door open, the shuffling of Louis’ foot on the wooden floor and the door is closed again.
That’s it.
He is here.
The love of his life, the one and only that can shatter Harry’s stance.
And Harry would let him, because Louis knows how to push him just to the brink of pleasure, letting all the desire boiling underneath come alive in fireworks throughout his body and mainly in his head.
He is the only one able to understand how Harry works.
And it’s one of the things that turn Harry on the most. He is in agony on the inside, begging and pleading for Louis, asking to be used. But he maintains and incredibly composure on the exterior, a stack contrasts to his boiling interior. This ability is one of the skills he takes the utmost pride in.
He is lost in his own head, his attention fixated on the weight of the collar around his neck. It wraps around him like a cozy and warm blanket, providing a comforting sense of security. It usually helps him focus on one sensation at a time.
Then, the “click” startles him. There is something hanging from the front of his beloved collar.
Harry knows what it is.
They talked about it weeks ago.
Louis wasn’t sure.
Harry was eager but he had let it go.
But here he is, in his submissive position on the floor, with a leach clasped to his collar.
He’s been a good boy, he got his present.
He feels his stance starting the weaver a little.
Louis didn’t say a thing yet and Harry can no longer locate him around or think of where his husband is. He is only focused on the leash, its weight pulling on his collar.
Then suddenly something snaps in his brain and all the sensations come back to him in a rush. Overpowering anything else.
The only thing he can do is feel, he can’t think anymore.
The silkiness of the sheets on his fingertips, where he can feel them hanging low from their bed behind him.
The air was soft on his chest but felt a bit cold because of the AC.
The leather of his collar is sticking to his throat.
The constricting waistband of his tights around his middle will surely leave a red mark.
His breath starts to be a little bit ragged, he is struggling to collect himself this time.
He can hear Louis pull on the chain, the metal clinking softly in the otherwise silent room.
His brain is clouded with cotton now, thanks to this small gesture. Just reminding him where he is.
Everything is floating now.
He could have been in this exact position for 10 minutes or 5 hours - he just doesn't know anymore. He can no longer feel the pain in his legs, still folded under him for too long. It's an out-of-body experience of sorts, but he is still keenly aware of every single one of his nerve endings.
He feels almost relaxed. His breathing is even. His body less tense but still in the exact same position.
Louis didn’t touch him yet, and Harry is craving it.
When he will be able to feel him somewhere on his skin, his body will ignite and combust on the spot.
He feels him coming closer, Louis’ body radiating warmth.
If Harry tries to reach out in front of him, he sure could touch him. But he knows better. That would kill his mood. Every minute passing without moving is a victory on himself.
Louis let his fingers wanders on Harry’s jaw.
He can feel Louis’ breath on his lips but nothing more.
Harry knows. He won’t be able to kiss him soon.
His beloved husband must be leaning above him because Harry can't feel any other point of contact between them.
Louis is still holding onto the leash, he can feel it pulling on his collar.
Then he drops his hand from Harry’s face.
“Lay back, rest your back on the foot of the bed. Lay your head backward on the bed. I will ride your face and get off from it. You know the rules. What is your colour?”
Harry knows it all too well. It’s been years.
***
Don’t move, don’t talk, don’t come.
***
And he’s never been this happy to be able to let it go so easily. Louis knows him better than himself sometimes, and especially when they play. Louis can decipher the tiniest of Harry’s movement and feel any kind of insecurity or discomfort.
That’s why Harry can space out completely. He trust Louis with his life.
“ Yes. Green, Sir”
“ That’s my good boy.”
Harry is pleased with the compliment and basks in the moment, with his eyes still shut tight.
At first they used blindfolds, they still do sometimes, but now Harry is so well trained that he is able to keep his eyes closed on his own. Louis never forgets to compliment him for his strong willpower.
He knows that Harry likes to have his eyes closed, that enables him to feel everything else ten times more.
Same goes for is hands clasped tight behind his back. They like to use silk scarfs or light ropes but when Harry is really into a scene, into is submissive self, he likes to let his brain be his own restrain.
He feels powerful over his own desires, and being able to do that for Louis is the most profound expression of love he can show him. And the praises he receive afterward are the best Louis can give to Harry.
Harry moves as told and waits for Louis to use him. Although this floor-seated, head-on-the-bed position may not be comfortable for most people, it is one of Harry's favourites, because it helps his plug to poke restlessly at his prostate.
He can feel himself growing harder at the simple idea of Louis riding his face, using him as his favourite toy to reach his climax.
He can feel his body starting to shiver again, lightly, but he regains some kind of composure before feeling a cold line coming all along his chest, and something hitting his cock softly.
Louis did let go of the leach.
And it is hanging from his collar now.
With his body arching backward, he can feel the coldness of the chain on his stomach. He can’t refrain his abs to clench at the feeling. It’s too much and not enough at the same time.
The handle of the leach must be made of leather if Harry is feeling things right. He can’t wait to touch it and feel the material under his fingertips.
The bed dips on the right side of his head, then on its left. He stays completely still.
“Tongue out” he hears Louis say and Harry reacts immediately.
He feels Louis’ body on his face, and his nose is full of Louis’ musky scent.
He can feel the puckering skin of Louis’ hole on his tongue. Louis must be spreading his cheeks to let Harry reach it easily.
Louis starts to move back and forth, in small movements at first, then he grows more eager with each move. His hips make small circles on their own, telling Harry that his husband can feel his orgasm building and that he is already on edge. Harry wasn’t the only one looking forward for their little encounter.
Harry bends his head backward all he can to let his tongue prob to Louis’ hole above him and breach the tight muscle again and again.
Louis is a writhing mess. He let go of his cheeks long ago to put his hands on the bed and help him support his weight.
That means that if Harry is starting to suffocate a little, it’s because Louis decided so. He chose.
Harry is sure that is cock is an angry red when he can feel precome dripping from it at the thought of Louis’ power on him.
All of a sudden, Louis moves away from his face. Harry gulps for air, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
He feels some movements around his head then nothing.
He feels Louis’ fingers lightly tracing his throat before moving up to play with the hair at the back of his neck. And so slowly griping at the back of his head and pushing it up slightly.
Louis must me standing above him, with his feet by his sides. His hard cock must be just at Harry’s mouth level if he is right about it.
It’s a Pavlovian response at this point, that leads Harry to obediently open his mouth.
He feels Louis head on his tongue and with a few wet stroking noise he feels hot ribbons of come landing on his spread out tongue and a huff of pure relief from Louis.
“Swallow darling, I don’t want you to waste a single drop”
And Harry does as told.
“Good boy” he can hear Louis say. “Hands and knees Darling. Now”
Harry leans forward keeping his hands on his back because he is so into it that his mind is clearly blocking him to move his hands now. That’s why his cheek rests on the cool floor, with his bum in the air.
The sound of his leash hitting the wood is pure gold to his ears.
Louis must have seen the plug and the back seam of the tights because Harry can hear him gasp and mumbling some curse. “What a sight darling. You’re just filthy... My filthy boy” Louis let his hands wander on Harry’s covered in nylon thighs and reach for his ass cheeks before squeezing them hard. “I’m going to wreck you”
But going against all Harry would have predict, he feels Louis remove his hands from him, and move, maybe standing.
Harry is surprised by how things turned, he was so sure Louis would have been spanking him by this time.
He is too busy thinking to anticipate the moment when he feels something on his upper arm. It’s cold and soft, supple. And It’s slowly coming down his arm to his wrist. It’s similar to a feather touch on his skin, but the material is thick, almost tacky. Harry recognise the leather when it’s running along his lower back, next to where his hands are still hooked together. The leather piece swirl and Harry gasp. He felt it. The second piece of leather, stuck to the first one. The same shape. Two small squares of leather attached to a rod. It’s been so long since Louis used a riding crop. Harry is having a hard time to control himself and keep everything trapped inside him.
Louis’ movement didn’t falter for a single moment, even if he must have see or feel the exact moment Harry realised what he was using on him.
He is always so attentive. He always makes sure Harry is comfortable and on edge, and he always goes out of his way to make sure Harry has everything he needs.
The riding crop follow a path that send million of shivering strikes on Harry’s body and ends where his tights are revealing his waiting ass.
He feels the soft leather running on his cheeks and he is going crazy.
Suddenly, he can’t feel a thing.
“Colour” Louis asks harshly
Harry can’t figure how to make his mouth function. He is screaming “GREEN” in his head but nothing comes out.
In a swift, Louis is next to his shoulder, grabbing his hair and pulling his head up.
“I said Colour Darling. If you can’t reply to me now, I stop it all”
The small “Green” that Harry is able to release is nothing more than a plea.
Louis let his face fall back on the floor, holding his head by his hair so he doesn’t hurt himself too hard.
Harry is exhausted by all the power he had to gather to unlock himself from his own mind. That may explain why, when he feels the sharp pain spreading from his left cheek through his entire body, it makes him jump so hard he almost fell on his side.
With a strong hand on his hip, Louis helps him stay in his position, before running his hand so slowly and caressing his sore skin. Harry can feel where the crop hit him. The skin is burning and he feel his heart pulsating there.
He can’t hold his body as tightly as he wants when a whimper rumbles from his throat. The pain makes his denied dick twitch, he can feel his balls tightening and some more precome spurting from his slit. He know that a single word from Louis would make him come untouched.
“Because you’ve been a good boy for me Harry, I will go with ten. Ten more obviously “
Harry can’t even collect himself before one sharp slap bruises his other cheek. Followed rapidly by another one on the exact same spot.
The pain is bordering on too much, but as usual, Louis already knows it. Harry can feel a soft and cold blow on his assaulted skin. The sensation is so good, it feels like Louis is softly healing him with some magical power.
He basks in the feeling for a couple of minutes, Louis still lightly blowing on his skin, moving so teasingly to his rim stretched around the base of his plugs making him clench hard. But when Louis pushes on the plug, Harry sees stars. The pleasure is so intense, he can’t prevent his hips to jerk forward.
“My naughty boy… Are you struggling to stay still?”
The slap land directly on top of his rim, where his crack ends. His hands starts to wring hopelessly. He can feel his face sliding on the now wet floor. He can’t remember when he started to cry but now he has to hold his position with only his abs and thighs muscles.
Louis already sensed it because another slap lands at the junction of his thighs and arse cheek, just where the crotchless part of his tights starts.
To say that Harry is a mess would be an understatement. It’s like he can feel every single inches of his skin burning from a mix of desire and pain. He just want to release all his bottled up frustration.
The next slap lands on his scrotum and he can’t help the scream that escape is mouth.
“Five.” Louis mumbles. “You take it so well Darling, halfway through” he adds more fiercely.
The sixth and seventh happened in a blur. Harry is already so out of his mind, he is struggling to not drop under. His aching cock bounces against his stomach with each one of his moves. He isn’t even able to try and find some friction.
He can feel his plug moving slightly. Louis must be applying a soft pressure with his thumbs because Harry can feel his hands spreading his cheeks and his fingers sinking into the burning flesh.
He jolts and whimpers. He can hear the chain of his leach rubbing on the floor, twinkling.
Louis lets go of him in a kind caress before slapping him hard again with the riding crop, twice.
“One more Princess. You take it so well.”
And Louis must have kept the best for the end.
Harry can feel the plug been pushed hard on his sweet spot when the last slap ends on it, harshly, reverberating through his whole body.
He is about to let it all go when Louis grabs the base of the plug and moves it in small circles, knowingly, then removes it in one go.
Harry can’t help the sharp intake through is nose that comes with the light sting. He feels so used, so wrecked.
He can hear Louis walk then open his nightstand drawer. The clear sound of the lube bottle being uncapped resonates in his head.
Louis strokes himself with an obscene wet sound that makes Harry whimpers a little. He is starting to lose it. He is on the edge and he knows he can break soon if only Louis would let him.
“Look at you Darling, you’re a living sin.” Louis says as he catches Harry’s ring of muscles with his cock and enters him so slowly it makes Harry heady with pleasure. “You are so beautiful, fu-uck” Louis bottom out in one go and secure his grip on Harry’s hips.
“My lovely princess, you’re mine, just mine, all spread out and just for me to see” Louis adds while starting to slowly thrust into Harry.
Louis is teasing him. He knows that he is testing his limits. He knows that Harry is one to talk during sex. And during a scene, Louis likes to be even more talkative than usual, knowing well enough that Harry have to stay quiet.
“You are so good to me, so good baby…”
Louis grips one of Harry’s ass cheeks hard before spanking it with full force.
Harry can’t take it anymore, he starts to grinds back and stifle a moan. He can’t let go yet, he isn’t allowed, but damn!
“On your back”
Louis manhandle him and put him back on the floor. He puts Harry’s right leg on his left shoulder and secures it with a strong hand on his nylon clad thigh. And he enters him again with a strong thrust.
Harry is unable to think straight, his mind is just screaming a litany of “please, louis, wannacome, louis, harder, wannacome, louis, please”. He doesn’t know where he is anymore, or even if it’s day or night. He can only feel Louis spreading him open and pounding in him with a purpose. He can’t even feel his hands becoming numb, still clasped together under him.
With his free hand Louis reaches for the leach and pulls.
“Now!”
Harry opens his eyes, needs two or three seconds to focus on Louis, and Louis pulls on the leach way more firmer than the previous time while keeping his gaze locked with Harry.
Everything stops. The world stops spinning. The sun stops to shine. Birds stop flying. Everything stops.
Harry comes in waves with a feral shout then white out completely.
***
…You’ve been so good to me baby, you always are, you’re the love of my life…
***
He is floating somewhere in his body. He can hear Louis’ voice praising him, confessing his undying love and telling him sweet nothings and how proud he is but he is unable to reply, too engrossed in his own mind.
He knows pretty well where he is. Subspace has been is second home since he met Louis.
He can feel Louis’ hand running up and down his thighs.
- “You’ve been a real minx, love. You knew that the back seam would drive me crazy”
- "Hmmm” is the only reply he is able to give Louis.
- “Would you come back to me now Sun?”
Without any reply from is lovely lover, he adds “Please baby, come back to me, I want to take care of you, ok?”
Harry starts to come back to his senses. He can feel that they are still on the floor, but Louis must have thrown a blanket over them. He isn’t cold, he feels good, secured, breathing softly in and out his husband’s scent. He moves his head a little bit, to reach the specific spot under Louis’ ear where is scent is stronger and rawer.
Harry let a small whimper escape his mouth before reaching blindly to Louis’ face and gently stroking his cheek. “I’m here”.
Louis softly kiss his nose then his closed eyelids. “Please drink something love”.
He reach behind him to grab a bottle of water he must have bring with the blanket, before uncapping it and bringing it to Harry’s mouth.
He drinks three big gulps then move back to Louis’ neck to snuggle close.
Louis chuckles while putting the bottle back in its previous place before circling Harry’s waist with his arm, the other under Harry’s head.
“Thanks for the present Lou”
“Anytime, Love. Anytime”