A/N: This is the continuation of the last scene. I've taken a risk with this chapter and I'm nervous about posting it. I've written a long note explaining my choices at the end.

Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT

"Do you still sleep on the right side of the bed?" I asked, trying to conceal the excited quiver in my voice.

"Do you still prefer the left?"

I laughed. "Yeah."

I drew my shirt over my head while Harry carefully unbuttoned his. He placed it on the back of my desk chair along with his gold ribbon tie. We both took off our pants. We were wearing similar black boxer briefs but mine were sporty, cotton, with a blue band while his, like his shirt and tie, were silk. I had seen his undressed body in the studio earlier that day, but in this moment, in my bedroom, he was a different creature to me. The darkness of the room had made his limbs appear softer, his flesh supple like the fine silks he wore.

He turned down the covers and felt the fresh sheets.

"Were you expecting this to happen?" he asked.

"I wanted it to."

He climbed in bed and I took a moment to admire his body before I climbed in after him. It was a miracle this body. The most celebrated body in the whole world. It looked smaller and more fragile when it wasn't in motion, like the precious beauty of a hummingbird at rest.

We both got under the covers.

Harry was right. We weren't boys anymore. We were men. There was no coyness between us--just want and a longing that would not be ignored. At least I couldn't ignore it. I wanted to touch him. When I reached out to stroke his cheek he gave me a pointed look, his chest rising and falling heavily. I had absolutely no idea what he was thinking. Did he stay over just to sleep or did he want more?

I could always tell what he was thinking when he was younger. He had a cheeky grin plastered across his face when he was happy or amused, and pout when he was troubled. Now he was unknowable. The only thing I knew for sure was that he was here, half naked, in my bed.

I flirted shamelessly. I couldn't help myself. On my side, propped up on my elbow, I smiled, batted my eyelashes—he always liked my long lashes—and fawned over him. I let my fingertips graze his tattoos and guessed the meaning of each one. He had a lot so this was the perfect game. After going over the tattoos on his arms and delicate hands, I traced the butterfly on his diaphragm with my finger.

"Metamorphosis," he said.

"You think you've changed?"

"Haven't I?"

"You were always a butterfly to me."

Harry tried not to smile at this line but I could see his dimples.

He shifted closer to me and I felt myself get hard. He felt it too. He didn't move away. I pressed myself against his hip and he turned to face me, his breath on my lips. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he spoke: "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Always."

"Von Rothbart isn't my favorite character in Swan Lake."

I burst out laughing. Naturally Harry would choose this moment to start talking about work!

"Let me guess," I said. "Odile?"

"No. My favorite character is Prince Siegfried."

I furrowed my brow in confusion. "Why didn't you choose to play him?"

Harry closed his eyes. "Because I wanted you to be my prince."

My heart.

I leaned over and drew the blanket off of him. He became shy and bent his knee. I kissed the scar that ran along it, my hand moving up his thigh.

"Louis..."

"I can't wait for you any longer."

"You've been waiting for me?"

"Since I was fifteen."

I pushed his dark hair back from his forehead. Harry's lips parted in anticipation. I was desperate to kiss him now but I didn't want this moment to end. I wanted to savor wanting him, savor being wanted by him. Every part of him was an invitation, from his wet mouth to his lax limbs and flushed complexion.

Slowly I dipped down, a hand on either side of his lithe frame. I could feel the heat from his cheeks radiating as I came near. My lips brushed his and he gasped. They were as soft and plush as I remembered them, and Harry still kissed like it was his first time, full of fear and excitement. I lingered on his lips before I deepened my kiss.

He didn't kiss me back.

His green eyes were mysterious and opaque as sea glass. My lips moved against his and he lay there, far away, as though he were Sleeping Beauty waiting to be awoken. This only made me want him more. I slipped a hand behind his neck and pressed my mouth hotly to his, my other hand resting over his heart. Slowly, very slowly, I felt his body come alive beneath mine. Yes, yes, yes, I thought as his tongue filled my mouth and his arms circled around my waist.

I straddled him and felt that he was now as hard as I was. We moaned into each other's mouths. I began to roll my hips, rubbing against him as we kissed.

I pulled back to gaze at his face to make sure he was real and this was really happening. He was. It was. I kissed his cheeks, his eyelashes, his ear. I mouthed his neck, a little rougher than I'd intended. Harry responded with a raspy cry.

"Turn over," I said in a low voice.

He hesitated for a moment and then complied. I brushed his glossy dark waves away from his back and kissed between his shoulder blades. With his muscles relaxed the peaks and valleys of his back were smooth and soft. I kissed lower and lower, straddling him lower and lower.

When my lips reached the flat plane of his back, my length pressed through the fabric of my underwear against him. I moved there for a bit, feeling through the friction of the fabric what it might me like to move inside him in this position.

I needed him now.

I couldn't go through the motions of foreplay like I would with any other lover. Harry wasn't any other lover. There was too much history between us. I needed to be as close to him as possible. I needed to be inside him. Now. Right now.

I shifted off of him and tugged at his silk boxers. He hesitated again, then raised his hips and let me remove them. My pulse quickened at the sight of his naked body. He was breathtaking, lying there so sweetly, so innocently, I didn't know whether to have sex with him or burst into tears.

On my knees, I pulled down my own boxers and unhooked them from my ankles. I climbed on top of him, careful not to place my full weight on him. My length fell against him lightly as I leaned down to whisper, "Do you want to?"

"Yes," he said.

I kissed the corner of his mouth. Gently, I ran my hand down his back and glided my fingers between his cheeks. He was tiny and silky there and would need to be prepped. The thought of opening him up with my fingers was such a turn on I became dizzy and had to steady myself.

I reached into the nightstand for the lube. Harry watched me out of the corner of his eye. I pushed his thighs apart with my other hand.

He was so sexy like this, splayed out and waiting for me. I barely knew how to begin. I wanted him to love it, really open up and need it, so I started lightly and just played with him a little, carefully stroking him.

Harry fisted the sheets.

"You're gorgeous," I cooed, teasing him in a soft circular motion. "I love touching you... You like this?"

"Yes," he said.

Harry was a very reserved lover. He barely spoke. He didn't move. I glided a finger over his flesh and began to slip it inside him. Harry's entire body tensed and I stopped.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Nothing," he responded coldly. "Just do it."

"Do you want to change positions? Do it on your back while I kiss you?"

"No. Do it like this." He buried his face in the pillow and refused to face me.

I touched him again and his muscles clenched.

"Harry, what's wrong? I thought you wanted to."

I climbed off of him and Harry turned around. There were tears in his eyes. He sat up, drew up his knees and hung his head between them.

"I'm so sorry, Louis. I've ruined this like I ruin everything."

What was he talking about? Why was he so upset? I put my arms around his shoulders. "You haven't ruined anything!"

"You've been perfect tonight and I fucked it all up. I hate myself," he said, turning his rage inward with a ferocity that scared me.

"No! This is great. Just being with you is great. We don't have to do anything."

"But I want to!" he cried. "I want to more than anything!"

"We can try something else. What do you like?" I said quietly. "Do want to do it on your side, so I can hold you and kiss your back?"

"I dunno," he muttered.

"Do you want to... To me?"

Slowly, he lifted his head, eyeing my body the way he'd eyed up that sugary dessert earlier. "You don't like it though, do you?"

It wasn't that I didn't like it it just wasn't a role that came naturally to me. I usually attracted naive young things like Jeffrey. I hadn't had many lovers who I wanted to give myself to. It was different with Harry. I wanted to give him everything. It wasn't how I pictured our first time together, true, but that was unimportant to me now. I craved intimacy between us so badly. I wanted to please him, and if this was what he enjoyed I knew I would enjoy it too.

"Harry, I want to make love to you. I want to make you feel good and come with you. I don't care how we do it."

"Really?"

"Really."

I took his face in my hands and kissed him. This time he wasn't fearful, hesitant or reserved. He hooked an arm around my waist and kissed me back. I bit his bottom lip and growl escaped his throat. He pushed me down on the bed. I felt his large hands explore my chest and settle between my legs, pressing them apart.

He'd done a complete 180. He was not the boy I knew in school but the man I knew in the studio. Powerful, confident and, above all, commanding.

"How do you want me?" I said, kissing the words onto his lips.

He took in my body hungrily. "On your knees."

I was about to turn over, when Harry turned me over and positioned me himself.

His fingers skimmed the backs of my thighs and I shuddered with pleasure, parting them for him. He wanted them wider and told me so.

"That's it."

Excited and slightly terrified, I reached for the lube that was next to the pillow and pressed it into his palm.

He grinned. "I don't need it."

"Harry, I, um... Do be gentle. I have to dance tomorrow."

He kissed the back of my head. "Don't worry."

The next thing I felt was his tongue--a long a hard lick.

I yelped.

Harry pushed my cheeks apart and licked again.

"Fuck." I fell forward onto my elbows.

"Speaking of things we've been waiting for since we were fifteen..." he purred.

I let out a shaky laugh.

"I've wanted this for so long, Louis..." His fingers sank into my fleshy hips as he licked me. "Remember those cute grey tights you used to wear in school?"

"Thought maybe you wanted to borrow them," I breathed.

He pressed his lips against me and murmured. "I wanted to rip them off and fuck you."

Jesus.

Harry began lapping and kissing the most private parts of me and I thought I was going to lose my damn mind.

I was sweating, my hair sticking to the sides of my face.

By the time he slipped a finger inside me, I'd gone completely crazy and started moving back against his hand.

Harry was delighted. "You like this." It was a statement not a question.

He refused to move his finger because he enjoyed watching how desperate I'd become.

I moaned and he quickly withdrew his finger. I whipped my head around, infuriated.

"I don't want you to come yet."

He was going to torture me. I should have known. I felt his heavy length brush past one of my cheeks and I couldn't take it any more.

"Harry I—"

I felt his tongue again and cried. His whole mouth was on me, the tip of his tongue darting in and out of me. Then I felt his fingers again. Two.

"Yes. Oh God," I hissed.

Harry licked his lips smugly. "You're so needy, Louis. I didn't know you'd be like this. I have to say, I love this side of you."

I was not normally a submissive lover but I wanted him too badly to argue.

He scissored his fingers and continued licking around me. I was sure I was going to have a heart attack.

He carefully gauged my reaction to make sure I didn't come.

"Yes," I moaned, arching my back.

Harry stopped and held his fingers in place. I heard him rummage around in my nightstand and then the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Finally! I'd never been happier to hear that sound in my entire life.

Harry was less arrogant now. He wanted it. He was thinking about his own needs. I spread my thighs a little wider and presented myself to him properly. As he put on the condom it was time for me to torture him. I reached back and touched myself, feeling where Harry's hands hand been and slipping my own fingers inside, giving him a show.

"Louis, you're so..."

I desperately wanted to hear the end of that sentence but I don't think Harry knew how to put what he was feeling into words. He showed me instead.

He removed my hand and I felt him breach me. It was a totally different sensation than his fingers, wider, fuller and completely overwhelming. I didn't think I could take anymore but I wanted more.

Heavy-lidded, I glanced at him over my shoulder and he was looking down at my body with amazement.

"More," I pleaded.

Harry blinked back the sweat in his eyes and pushed in a little further. I stretched around him. No amount of prepping could have prepared me for this sensation and he wasn't even all the way in yet.

He pressed in a little further and I still couldn't take all of him. My muscles seized. I whined in frustration and bent all the way over until my arms were flat on the mattress, and splayed my thighs apart even further.

"That's right," he said, stroking my belly. "Let me in."

In one smooth motion he pressed forward until our bodies were flush. I felt like I was being spilt apart. He was pleasure and pain and I submitted to him completely. I was his, he owned me, he could do whatever he wanted with me.

"Harry," I sighed. "Harry."

His hands gripped my hips and I knew he was getting ready to really take me. I moved back against him eagerly, begging for it, like I did with his fingers.

His thrusts were slow and shallow at first, but even the slightest movement elicited cries from me.

Then, without any warning, he slammed into me hard and fast. His hips snapped back and he thrust into me again with even more force. He was so strong it knocked the wind out me. Pleasure rippled throughout my entire body until my knees shook.

We locked eyes. He was sweaty and focused, his mouth open and red, filthy as sin.

There was darkness in the way Harry made love, just like there was darkness in the way he danced. I didn't understand it but I wanted it, all of it. I was scared of him and at the same time I wanted to give myself to him completely. It didn't make any sense but then again nothing with Harry ever did.

I made sounds I'd never heard come out of my own mouth before.

Harry tightened his grip on my hips and moved in and out of me harder and faster.

"Louis, my Louis, you're better than I ever imagined."

I moaned into the mattress.

"You're so obedient. Such a good boy," he panted, curling an arm across my chest.

"I'll do whatever you want," I breathed.

This was music to his ears. He thrust into me so hard, my knees gave way and I collapsed. He placed all of his weight on me and pressed my wrists onto the bed so I was completely at his mercy. It was like he was choreographing our lovemaking.

He was getting close. I could feel the urgency in his thrusts. "Come with me." He sank his teeth into my shoulder.

He pressed into me deeply, pulsing, going deeper and deeper.

I threw my head back. "I'm close."

"Good." His hand smoothed over my throat and he became surprisingly tender all of a sudden. "Kiss me. I want you to kiss me when you come."

I turned my head and his lips caught mine.

Hot come spilled from me onto my stomach and the sheets. Harry chased my pleasure coming inside me with a rough jolt. Our bodies shuddered and shook together. We writhed around entangled until we were both completely sated.

He stayed inside me, and hugged my shoulders. I liked the feel of his weight on me. I reached behind me and touched his face.

"Harry, that was... Not what I expected."

He kissed the back of my neck as he eased out of me. I winced a little at the loss of him. He took care of the condom and threw it in the rubbish bin next to the bed.

"What were you expecting?"

He curled up beside me and we faced each other, kissing even though we were too out of breath to kiss. Harry's lips were more important than oxygen.

"I don't know. You were very authoritative and a bit naughty. I guess I shouldn't be so surprised."

He smiled lazily and rubbed my thigh. "I never thought you would give yourself to me like that, not in my wildest dreams."

I felt myself blush. "I wouldn't. I mean, not for anyone but you."

Harry was charmed by this. "Wait here," he said.

He found his underwear at the foot of the bed, slipped them on and left the room.

I stretched out on the bed and tried to figure out what just happened. I could still feel the imprint of Harry's large hands on my hips. I could still feel him inside me.

Harry came back into the room carrying a cup of tea.

I sat up and took it from his hands. "What service!"

"You were very concerned that we didn't have tea earlier."

He remembered how I took it—a splash of milk, no sugar. He even brought me a biscuit! Bless him.

Harry wouldn't stop fussing over me. He fluffed up my pillow and stroked my head, gazing at me fondly as I sipped the hot tea.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked.

"No."

"Will you be able to dance tomorrow?"

"No."

We both laughed. He wrapped his arms around me and nosed my cheek. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. It was worth it."

He beamed.

I set down the empty cup of tea and picked up my alarm clock. "Alright, what ungodly hour do you wake up, Styles?"

He took it out of my hands. "Don't set it. Let's sleep in!"

He dragged me down under the covers and clung to me like he did as a boy.

I yawned and kissed him contentedly before letting my eyes fall shut.

"My sweet prince," he whispered.

A/N: First of all, I just want to say (for people who care about that sort of thing) they both bottom in this fic. (edit: The amount of comments I've received complaining about who tops and bottoms in this chapter is truly disgusting. I'm not here for your heteronormative garbage. If you make these comments I will delete them and mute you immediately.) 

Secondly, the last thing I wanted to do with this fic was infantilize Harry because he's a victim of sexual abuse. I did not want to make him frigid or afraid of sex. I thought that would be reductive. But I did want his sex life to be impacted by what happened to him. I liked the idea of Harry being very vulnerable in some ways and very powerful in others. I thought it would make his character more dynamic and psychologically complex. Also, I wanted his character to absorb certain aspects of Beauchamp's personality. I'm not saying Harry has become like his abusers, but I think early sexual experiences positive and negative shape our tastes and desires.

I don't know how people will feel about them hooking up at this stage, but I hope you enjoy this brief honeymoon period (over the next few chapters).

In terms of the plot, I've already dropped a hint as to what the twist might be, and you'll get another hint in next week's chapter...