L

When Louis woke up the next morning, he was surprisingly bursting with energy and wriggled out from under the man's arm that was around his waist. He glanced at the clock and what the fuck it was 11 am? Usually they would have been up hours ago, but then again last night was pretty... intense.

Louis decided that he wanted to be the one taking care of the other this morning. After all, the man put him on cloud nine even if he had no idea what the fuck happened after. The fact that he had apparently been talking yet heard none of it bothered him somewhat. But it couldn't have been anything bad or spilling secrets, since he was sure Mr. Styles would have confronted him about it.

"Oh fucking well." He put together another outfit from his new clothes, choosing the bright aqua blue boy shorts with a dark blue lace trim waistband. He loved these because they really did match his eyes and made them seem even brighter than usual. The oversize dark red sweatshirt with a black pocket was big enough that it only left some of his underwear peeking out and the beginning of the curve of his ass.

He smirked at his reflection in the mirror. "I look good as fuck." This stuff really suited him.

He brought his phone with him to the kitchen, setting it on the counter to play music quietly and rummaged through the fridge. He grabbed a carton of eggs, rolling his eyes to see that they were cage free organic. He started singing along softly and dancing with eggs in his hand which probably wasn't his smartest idea but whatever.

"Your man on the road he doing promo, you said keep our business on the low-low. I'm just tryna get you out the friend zone, 'cause you look even better than the photos..." the container opened and he swore, putting it down next to the stove.

It was probably more likely that he would get to fuck Mr. Styles and call him princess than there being bacon in this house, but he checked anyways. Turkey bacon, what the fuck even is that? He shrugged and took out milk as well, shaking his little hips as he started singing along again.

"I only call you when it's half past five, the only time that I'll be by your side, I only love it when you touch me not feel me-" the easiest thing he knew how to make was scrambled eggs. Okay so he'd just seen his mom cook them once. But how hard could it be?

He found a plate and whisk, muttering to himself, "How do you whisk?" This was supposed to be a surprise for his daddy though and he was going to let him sleep and hope it came out good.

-

H

Still disoriented from just getting up, Mr. Styles pulled on some sweatpants with one hand while he talked on the phone with Ed, who was returning his call.

"Yeah, Niall told me that you do tattoos?"

"I do! What were you thinking of?" He made his way downstairs, running his hand through his messy curls and sweeping them off to the side.

"A black and grey butterfly, if you do those kind?"

"Mostly that actually, so when did you want-" he smelled something strange, like gas?

"Excuse me, I have to call you back," he cut him off and hung up the phone, as he had just rounded the corner to see Louis bent over in front of his gas stove with an unlit burner basically seeping methane into the air and his face.

"Louis! Turn that off!" The boy stood up suddenly, giving him a confused look before turning the dial off. He paused the music on his phone, the man grasped his wrist and pulled him away from the harmful fumes into the living room. Releasing him, Louis frowned and pouted.

"I'm sorry daddy, I was just trying to make you breakfast. What did I do wrong?"

"No, nothing, it's just you're supposed to wait for it to click and the flame when you turn on a gas stove. You can get carbon monoxide poisoning from the methane. Stay here. I need to open windows."

He went and opened the kitchen windows, turning on the fan as well on top of his stove, then the dining room and living room windows too because why not it was a nice day. He returned to see Louis sprawled on his stomach on the couch, kicking his little feet in the air behind him and fuck, how had he not noticed this revealing outfit until now? Louis' curves looked sinfully good with the snug boy shorts almost covering him and his loose shirt, accentuating how small and petite he was. However, he couldn't wait to strip them off of him later, if Louis was feeling up to it of course.

Louis turned to face him, and since he was taking up most of the couch, he asked cheekily, "Where do you want to sit?"

"Next to you," the man teased back, sitting next to his feet. Louis immediately crawled down the couch, climbed into his lap and threw his arms around his daddy's neck. Nuzzling his face into his chest, he curled his legs up under him, letting out a soft sigh.

"So how does that work anyways? Like what is it?"

Mr. Styles was pleasantly surprised at Louis' interest, and being the nerdy teacher he was, he launched into an excited explanation while they let the breeze wafting in the open windows clear out the air.

"Well, the chemical formula for methane is CH4, you know what that is, right?"

Louis nodded, moving closer into his side, if that was possible. "One carbon, four hydrogen."

He smiled; Louis was so smart. "Yes. Anyways, it's highly flammable, and it's formed from fossils buried underneath the earth which is why they call it fossil fuel, through a process of thermogenic breakdown, which is basically a combination of heat, pressure and lack of oxygen."

"In other words, great sex." Louis both felt and heard him laugh as he clung onto him like a fond koala, the man rubbing his hand up and down Louis' back. He giggle-squeaked at his own joke, putting a little fist in front of his mouth.

"Well, Lou, I shouldn't be surprised you found a way to make geology a dirty topic."

"But you teased me... with the experiment on density though," Louis shyly flirted back; it was slowly getting easier for Louis to relax around him and not always be so goddamn flustered.

"True. Alright, I need to return a phone call but it's fine to go back in the kitchen now. Just be careful, yeah?" Louis nodded and hopped off his lap, heading back for round two.

L

Louis put on a kettle of water to boil, and had cracked (probably too many) eggs onto the plate and added some milk, lightly swishing it with the whisk and huffing that it wouldn't blend. Mr. Styles was already talking to someone again, and he heard his voice draw closer, the man reaching around to put his hand over Louis' own and wordlessly teach him how to whisk. He let go and squeezed Louis' shoulder affectionately before going to sit at the counter. The boy's face was burning that he had noticed him struggling.

Oh fucking well. He poured the mixture in the skillet and stirred while listening. "I'm thinking like, above my stomach, fairly large..." Louis laid several strips of that strange bacon on another pan and yes, he turned the stove on correctly this time. "I don't have the image yet, no. I'm still looking." Louis flipped the bacon with a fork and continued over stirring the eggs, zoning out of the conversation.

"Alright, I'll see you then Ed." Mr. Styles ended the call and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the counter as he watched Louis fuck up their breakfast.

"Think it's done love," he said, amused.

"Oh. Thanks daddy." Louis scooped the dry eggs and actually decent bacon onto two plates and set them down, one in front of his daddy and one for himself. Mr. Styles watched Louis' every movement as he reached on his tip toes to get two mugs from his highest shelf, the shirt riding up to show more of his shorts.

Unaware that he was teasing his daddy, he was humming and swaying his little hips to the song now stuck in his head as he fixed their drinks.

"Here you go, daddy! I hope it came out alright," Louis said nervously, walking around behind the man to sit on his left, climbing onto his stool. Mr. Styles laid a hand on Louis' bare inner thigh, leaning in for a lingering kiss.

"Thank you, Lou. I'm sure it did." It actually wasn't that bad, and Louis poured hot sauce on his, claiming it was like orgasmic, to which Mr. Styles replied that he highly doubted spicy eggs compared to the pleasure he gave him.

"Are you getting another tattoo, daddy?" Louis asked as he dried the dishes while Mr. Styles washed. The man wiped his hands and looked down at Louis with a small smile.

"Actually I am. If you'd like you can help me find what I'm looking for?" Louis smiled widely because he loved his daddy's tattoos and would be so happy to help decide for next.

"I would, daddy." His small hand was grabbed by Mr. Styles' and he led the way to the living room.

"Have a seat, I'll get my laptop." Louis maybe jumped from several feet away and landed on the couch cushion with a bounce while Mr. Styles was distracted, because ninety percent of the time he was hyper as fuck.

The man sat with him, and Louis laid his head on his shoulder, one hand lightly fisting the fabric of his sweatpants as he watched him search online. They looked up images of actual butterflies and moths, tattoos, but Mr. Styles wasn't completely satisfied with anything and let out an annoyed sigh.

"Daddy?" Louis asked hesitantly.

"Mm?" he acknowledged, still looking.

"Um, I can - I can draw it for you? I think I know what you want, and... I mean it's okay if you don't want me to, you just seem, frustrated." Mr. Styles looked down at Louis in surprise.

"Really?" Louis nodded, biting his lip a little as he stared up at the man. "I didn't know that was an interest of yours, let's get you nice paper." Louis followed the man like a shadow into his office where he took fancy computer paper that was thick and smooth out of his printer tray.

"It's the kind for résumés," he explained when Louis examined the sheet handed to him. The boy glanced up and smirked.

"I bet you've got loads of number two pencils on hand, Mr. Styles." The man shook his head, laughing as he grabbed a pencil from his desk. Wow, he's in a great mood today, Louis thought.

"Little smartass."

Louis used to draw a lot when he was younger, and still did occasionally. He was confident it would come out well, as he sat on his daddy's lap, back pressed against his chest and a small stack of paper on his lap. Pencil poised above the blank white he glanced at the image they chose to go off of.

"So you don't want the spots here?" He lightly outlined the shape, feeling so safe with the man's arms wrapped around his waist securely.

"Right. And a thicker outline."

"Okay." Louis was glad that he got back into this with ease, as if he had never stopped. There was just the quiet scratching of the pencil for a minute, before Louis broke the silence.

"What does it mean for you, daddy?"

He didn't answer at first, wanting to properly explain. "It represents change and adaptability for me. It's like you think you know where you're going, what you want in life, who will be in it. But that isn't true, it's impossible to know for sure. Because people come and go, and you change. You can choose to make it good or bad. We're always changing, whether we realize it or not. But eventually you have to just accept that life doesn't stay the same forever, so you adapt. Like a butterfly, it goes through all of these dramatic transformations for most of its life, but it turns out okay in the end."

Louis' mind raced to analyze all of the profound things this man, who was usually closed off and distant, had revealed to him. Didn't this contradict his swallows idea? What about believing in being with someone forever?

"Does that mean you've changed your mind about the swallows?" Louis asked quietly, trying his hardest to appear unaffected as he carefully drew straight lines to fill it in.

"No, I guess that's confusing isn't it? I didn't mean to generalize. There's always that possibility of finding a constant or something you can depend on, and keeping it. But until you do, in the meantime, you have to make peace with the way things are. Does that make sense?"

Louis nodded; he got it now (mostly). "I think I understand. Kind of like, it is what it is?"

Mr. Styles leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his tanned cheek. "Yes, exactly. I'm glad you get it."

So it mattered to him that Louis got his tattoos? Interesting. "I really like it, daddy. I think you should do it."

"I'm pretty sure I'm going to. Can you add something here instead of how it's just the color?" Louis stopped filling in the body and antenna, then darkening the wings with clusters of short lines fanning out, where it had been just color in the image on the laptop screen. They were quiet for a moment as Louis randomly added tiny lines that looked like short eyelashes bordering the edges of both wings.

Mr. Styles was imagining what Louis would look like with tattoos, which would be fucking hot, obviously. "Would you ever get a tattoo?"

"Well, I like them, but it's not really for me," he admitted. "Unless I had a good reason to." He finished his drawing, writing a tiny 'L' on the bottom right corner of the paper. He wriggled around in the man's lap, holding it up against his shirtless torso, right under his chest and on his ribs.

"Is it good enough daddy? I could try again if you need me to," he asked, pretty proud of it himself. The man gazed down at it, before taking it to look at closer.

"I love it. You're really good Louis," he complimented, making the boy's cheeks turn pink.

"Thank you, daddy." Removing the pencil from Louis' hand, he set it down with the paper carefully on the end table.

"You're welcome. How about we go take a shower?" He was planning for more than a simple shower as he led the way.

Louis was hoping for that too. He figured Mr. Styles was aware, given the boy's lack of pants today. He was lifting his shirt over his head when he squeaked at his waist being grabbed.

Louis tossed it on the floor and looked up at the man with wide eyes.

-

L&H

"I want you Louis," he said quietly, rubbing his hands down the boy's sides. Louis just nodded as he watched him turn the water on before grabbing him again, slipping his hands down the back of his little shorts and closing the distance between them. Louis stood almost on tip toes as the man ducked his head to meet the small boy for a slow kiss.

Louis whimpered as he got hard, feeling Mr. Styles doing the same up against him. He opened his eyes at the loss of contact.

"Should be good now."

"What?" He asked, confused.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I've always wanted to have sex in the shower." Mr. Styles smirked. Louis got flustered and stammered slightly.

"O-okay daddy," ridding himself of the shorts before getting in with him. How the fuck did this work? He wondered, right before he was spun around.

"Hands on the wall," Mr. Styles said lowly and Louis did as he was told, being gently pushed almost onto it.

Admiring Louis' delicious curves, Mr. Styles caressed his hands over his body, before holding two fingers up to Louis' parted lips that let out little huffs of air. Opening his mouth, he swirled his tongue over the fingers that were pushed in.

Removing them he teased at his entrance, fingers running across before he pressed in two, fucking two right away. Louis tightened up and whined from the sudden fullness, even though he was still pretty opened up from last night.

"I know you can take it," the man said quietly, grasping one of his hips to keep him still while he started slowly searching for the boy's prostate, crooking his fingers as he moved them in and out.

"Ah, ah, daddy!" Louis cried out, and he stopped to circle around the sensitive area as the boy did his best to stay still, not wanting to lose the feeling yet. He gave him one more deep thrust before leaving the boy empty and whimpering needily.

"Sh, I've got you." Sometimes he treated Louis like a fragile piece of porcelain that needed to be handled with care, even in the midst of fucking him so hard that the boy was a screaming mess.

He spit in his hand, even though the stream of water had them both soaking wet already, and rubbed his hand over his hard cock.

After he entered him and had pushed a few inches in, Louis immediately cried out, this new position was perfect for Mr. Styles to hit Louis' prostate dead on, angled right into his front wall.

"Oh god oh my god, ahh!" The boy rambled, clenching hard around him involuntarily as he started to move.

"I prefer daddy, but you can call me that too," he teased. Arrogant much?

He was gripping Louis' hips so firmly that the boy wondered if he would bruise him. He wouldn't mind some new marks to replace the ones that had faded. It proved to him that it was just as good for his daddy as it was for him.

He gave a hard and deep thrust making Louis moan louder and his small hands resting against the wall slid down a little, fingers curling, wanting to hold onto something because fuck, he could barely handle the shocking pleasure of the man hitting the perfect spot so directly every time.

He wasn't in the water, just feeling light mist on his shoulders and in his hair, but Mr. Styles' heated skin against his was enough.

"Ugh!" Sounds slipped from his mouth without his control and he started to rub himself against the wall, but his hips were pulled back where Mr. Styles wanted him.

"No, Louis." Afraid he would stop right then and leave him aching to come just to remind him of the rules, Louis started begging.

"Don't stop daddy, please!" He yelled, high voice amplified by the small space they were in. The man (who had no intention of stopping) rolled his hips up into him, tears forming in Louis' blue eyes. Mr. Styles left warm, wet kisses up the side of his neck, stopping right by his ear.

"Tell me how much you love it like this," he ordered, voice quiet and demanding, still staying close, sucking and gently biting till the spot was reddened.

"I love it- ah - so much, daddy!" Louis managed to get out, his whiny voice cracking as he said 'daddy.' Neither of them thought they could last much longer.

Louis arched his back into it when Mr. Styles quickened his pace, the boy perking his ass up, wanting even more pressure as the man kept hitting his prostate and sliding past it. His thick erection was constantly pushing into his walls now and it was making Louis' legs weak and shaky.

"Daddy!" He screamed. "I'm so, please!" Mr. Styles grabbed his cock firmly and started stroking him. He wouldn't tease or make him beg this time. He was eager to make Louis come undone because doing it like this was unbelievably good. He also didn't want to wear him out.

"Daddy, daddy, uh I, I can't-" he babbled as he tried to buck his hips up into the man's hand that was moving over him quickly because his body was so wet.

Mr. Styles made an uncharacteristically loud moan at Louis' actions, letting go of his hip to push him right in between his shoulders up against the wall, leaving only enough space to jerk him off properly. He skimmed his lips down the side of Louis' neck and made a second love bite, leaving another red mark behind that he licked over once, muttering, "Mine."

Louis gasped out, "Only yours, daddy." Wouldn't people see these? When Mr. Styles was possessive, but not to the point of anger and jealousy, he felt wanted, like he was worth having. So he didn't mind. He squeezed tightly around him, shutting his eyes as he whimpered and whined softly.

"Fuck, so close aren't you?"

Louis gasped loudly again as Mr. Styles paused pumping him to rub his thumb over the precum that was leaking from his sensitive head. He shoved his thumb inside the boy's mouth, not needing to say anything before Louis lapped over it, tasting himself. The man pulled his finger out and Louis was shocked at the intimacy of it when he covered Louis' hand with his own, intertwining his fingers between Louis' and holding it as if he never wanted to let go. It was a chink in the man's hard exterior, revealing some of the light he wasn't sure existed, and it made everything Louis was feeling more intense.

"Yes daddy, please can I- ugh- can I come yet?" He shuddered, constant waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

"Hold on..." he fucked him fast and deep now, he needed it too. When he felt the heat coiling in his stomach he gave the boy, who was whining and moaning, permission.

"Go ahead. You can come now." He filled the boy up as he came and Louis screamed as he came immediately after him, bucking his hips forward and practically smashing the man's hand into the wall that was still stroking him. He was letting go of the boy's hand when Louis' knees suddenly gave out, moving to wrap an arm around his waist. Mr. Styles' ego was as inflated as it could possibly be right now.

He turned him around and smirked as he looked the panting boy over that was leaning on him.

"Look at you. So wrecked." Louis' blush was hardly noticeable on his already flushed face as he gave him a soft kiss. Louis didn't really get many kisses like that, and it was nice even though he loved the ones that were tongues and biting and sucking.

"It was so good daddy," he admitted shyly.

"We're definitely doing that again," Mr. Styles agreed, pulling him closer and into the stream of water.

Louis sighed contently as his daddy took care of him like he always did, cleaning him off and scrubbing his skin gently. He felt like something in the way they interacted had shifted since only last night, though he wasn't sure why. He reached up to trace the swallow with his index finger, and in his opinion, a petite swallow with round, high brows and shorter wings would go with it very nicely.

He looked up, locking eyes with the man, before saying confidently.

"I'm bringing one of these outfits home and wearing it to school tomorrow. And I'm coming out." He wasn't asking, rather telling.

Mr. Styles looked at him, many emotions flashing through his eyes, as fast as the scenes on a roll of film that fly by to form a movie: shock, worry, then stopping at fondness.

"Okay. Please come to me if you need to?"

Louis nodded, he really hoped it wouldn't come to that, but who knows how cliquey, judgy teenagers will act?

"Thank you daddy, can I- can I tell you something?"

"Yes, of course, always."

"You make me feel safe. I'm not as scared as I would be if..." he blushed furiously, "if you weren't here."

"I'm glad." He gave Louis a small smile, putting a hand on the boy's lower back to pull him in close and let the water rinse him clean. "You should."

They finished up, drying off, and now Louis was fretting, biting his nails as he looked over all of his outfits spread out across Mr. Styles' entire king size bed, leaving just enough space for the man that was lying down, hands laced behind his head as he let Louis make up his mind.

He picked up the fitted legging like sweats, the grey ones with the PINK logo running down the lower half of the leg, and little cuffs at the bottom. Then he added his white tee shirt that had the thick stripes of pastel blue and lavender, from home. He'd have to remember to snatch up Lexie's lavender beanie that would look just perfect with this.

Last but not least, his panties. He wanted the bright neon green and yellow but, luckily he thought to try it on with the pants first and there were fucking panty lines. So, black thong it was then.

"Do I look nice daddy?" He asked bashfully. Mr. Styles' eyes raked up and down his body.

"Turn around," he answered huskily.

Louis turned away, bending one knee a little and jutting his little hip out teasingly.

"Jesus christ." Louis giggled, looking behind his shoulder at the man who was biting his bottom lip while he checked him out. "Nice doesn't even begin to describe it."

Confident in his choice, Louis stripped and folded it all neatly to put in his little duffel bag, throwing on skinnies and a tank top since he was leaving. It was getting late and he had promised not to stay out all weekend.

"I need to go home daddy." As usual, his things were carried for him because he was as pampered as a small puppy being bred for a career as a show dog in the toy category.

The man opened his car door for him, leaning on it as Louis stood on tip toes to reach for a goodbye kiss.

"Bye daddy."

"I'll see you tomorrow Louis. Feel free to stay after if you want to talk." Oh right, their new thing of secret little rendezvous at night after his practices.

"I will, thank you daddy."

-

L

The next morning Louis was more nervous than he had probably ever been. He had a sharp tongue so he truly pitied anyone who even tried to criticize him today. That didn't mean it wouldn't affect him at all.

He pulled Lexie's kidnapped beanie on (she wasn't home and her mom just let him in yesterday), before slipping his feet into the white toms.

He looked fucking fabulous. He rushed out the door because quite honestly, he didn't want to start the day on a bad note in case his mom didn't approve of his decision. He wasn't going to be a cross dresser all the time now, but he was definitely trying to make a statement today, loud and clear that he gives blowjobs on the regular. To get hyped up he listened to Selena Gomez on the way to school, because who doesn't feel like a bad bitch when they listen to Revival?

No one had really noticed him yet as he walked through the parking lot of his high school. There was a constant fluttering in his stomach, his palms tingling. Shake it off right now, he thought firmly. You can't take it too seriously or you'll never make it out alive.

As he opened the door he took a deep breath and smirked, prepared to give the whole school something to talk about for days.