I'm sad cuz like I'm writing this while eating dinner alone in the kitchen while my family does their own thing and I just...I wish we could we could eat together for once? Okay whatever.

Hope you guys enjoy the chapter

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Harry stares at Louis with wide eyes before shaking his head. The small boy stares up at him with a small pout.

"C-Can I kiss you, sir?" He asks, his voice soft and light. Harry wants to say yes. He wants to let go of all his inhibitions and kiss him. But he can't do that. Not to someone so fragile and innocent.

"I...Lou...it's not appropriate." Harry says and the small boy furrows his eyebrows.

"Then why do they do it?" He asks pointing to the couple that were now making their way down the block.

"Because..." Harry doesn't know how to answer it. The boy looks so hopeful, eyes gleaming with innocence and curiosity.

"How about we go home, yeah? Let's go back to the flat and we can watch movies." Harry offers, trying to change the subject. Louis smiles and nods and the subject is forgotten for now.

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"How about this one?" Harry asks, letting Louis look at the television with interest. They were looking through Netflix. Louis scrunched up his nose and shook his head.

Harry clicked on the next option.

Love Actually.

Louis nodded at that one and they settled into the couch, Harry's arm draped over the smaller boy's shoulder. Louis had changed into lacy boy shorts and an oversized t-shirt that belonged to Harry.

Over the course of the movie Louis was cuddling closer until he was practically on his lap.

Harry played with his hair absentmindedly, scratching behind his ears softly, causing the small boy to keen in content.

When a kissing scene comes on, Louis shifts, sitting up and staring at the screen with a burning intensity. He watches carefully, watches the way their lips moved and before he knew it, he turned to Harry.

"Can I try that? Please sir?" Louis asks and Harry is left staring at Louis' bright blue irises, pleading for this one small thing.

Harry looks at him for a moment. Just a small kiss wouldn't hurt anyone. It'll be fine. It's just a peck.

"Uh...okay." Harry whispers before leaning down to peck his lips quickly.

"That wasn't what they're doing!" Louis pouts and Harry chuckles. His laugh is cut short when the small boy leans in and crashes their lips together.

He lets out a small noise in surprise, his hands flying up to grip Louis' hips roughly. The younger lad lets out a content breath, moving his lips sloppily against Harry's. All Harry can do is sit there and kiss him back.

The kiss is messy and their noses bump against each other awkwardly but Harry's head is spinning and all he can think of is moremoremore.

"B-Baby, move your lips like mine." Harry whispers, and Louis tries to follow his lead, whining in the back of his throat when Harry starts licking into his mouth.

Louis has never felt like this before. He's never felt like his heart was about to burst from how amazing Harry was. His hands were shaking and the older man intertwined their fingers, placing them on his chest.

The small boy could feel his beating heart, fast and frantic. Harry pulled away, pecking his lips one last time before opening his eyes and staring at Louis.

"Did I--was that okay?" Louis asks, shyly. His lips are bitten and glossy and he looks downright beautiful.

"It was amazing, doll." Harry whispers, his fingers moving to brush some stray hairs away from his eyes. Louis looks up at him, before bringing his hand up and tracing the plane of Harry's face, his nose, his eyebrows, his lips.

"What am I feeling?" He asks, his voice small and timid.

"What do you mean, lovely?" Harry asks, smiling softly.

"I-I really like you. You're very nice and you just make me feel..." Louis does this funny gesture of him moving his hands like his heart exploding on his chest.

"I don't know how to explain it. You make me very happy." Louis beams. Harry smiles at him. He leans down and kisses his cheek.

"If it means anything to you, you make me very happy as well." The older man replies truthfully. This has Louis smiling widely, and giggling.

Harry can't help it when he kisses him again. He leans down and attaches their lips, kissing him softly and full of ardor. Louis seems to understand how to move and soon he has his hands in Harry's hair, tugging at the curls softly.

The older man moans low in his throat and Louis pulls away, blinking up at him.

"Am I hurting you?" He asks, moving his hands. Harry quickly shakes his head.

"No, darling. It felt good." Harry whispers and Louis giggles, moving his hands back the his hair, pulling at it again before running his fingers through his scalp.

"Like that?" Louis asks and Harry hums, smiling softly. He goes back to kissing Louis, slow and languid, savoring each small sigh escaping his lips.

Harry's hands are roaming over his body, his shoulders, his dainty hands, his hips, his bare thighs. He groans when the small boy shifts, grinding against him.

He feels himself getting hard and he mentally tells himself to stop. He's just kissing, it shouldn't get him this agitated.

He kisses down Louis' jaw, neck, sucking and biting a mark on his collarbone. The small boy whines quietly, throwing his head back in pleasure.

"D-Daddy."

Harry freezes at the word and pulls away.

"W-What?" Harry's eyes darken with lust as Louis squirms where he's sitting, obviously embarrassed at the word.

"I-I'm sorry, I won't--"

"Say it again." Harry says before leaning down to kiss at his neck again. Louis' eyes widen and his shoulders slump in content.

"Daddy."