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Mr. Styles watched Louis leave, hoping he would have a good time and not think he was being sent away just to get a break from his company. The man had truly enjoyed Louis' presence during his stay over so far, unsure if they would get another opportunity like that - but Mr. Styles had things to do today that required his full attention, that he also thought would be smartest to keep to himself, for now.

He remembered the state he left Louis' uniform in, smirking as he gathered the clothes from the floor and put a load of laundry in the washer to start. He'd finish it later, right now he needed to get ready because he was on a tight schedule. He was irritated that he'd let his hair dry weirdly, sleeping on it wet, but he'd been so focused on helping his exhausted boy to feel safe and good again that he had rushed to bathe then cuddle him as he rested. In his opinion, Louis' well being mattered more than his own vanity or convenience or anything really. And okay wasn't he supposed to be focusing on upcoming business, not thinking about how to be a good dominant for Louis?

He checked the time, then went to his closet selecting a nice, well put together outfit and got dressed. Leaning over the bathroom sink with the water turned on slightly, he ran his fingers through the frizzed locks, rewetting them. He stood up and combed it thoroughly, then distributed product through til he was satisfied that the curls were structured and smooth, gracefully pushed to the side on top. His hair was steadily getting longer, another couple of inches and it would brush the tops of his shoulders. He liked it, and he knew Louis liked it too. He'd always wanted long hair, so he planned to get no more than a trim of split ends during the upcoming months.

Normally he needed to purchase more alcohol every weekend, having finished the bottle. But when he approached the kitchen counter and picked up the glass container, tipping it to see how much was hidden behind the label, the liquid appeared quickly, sloshing toward the neck. He hadn't noticed that while Louis was here, he'd stopped drinking altogether. He was by no means an alcoholic, only having enjoyed a few at the end of the day normally, so there was no physical need and therefore no withdrawal.

Mr. Styles' speciality was science and facts, his brain having an affinity for quantifiable things. And there was no denying the fact that the more time he spent with Louis, the less inclined he was to reach for a toxic comfort. The evidence was right here in front of him in a mostly full bottle that should be empty.

Louis had become his new source of both calming vibes at the end of the day and a light warmth spread throughout his body - he'd found a way to escape and relax elsewhere without intentionally trading one thing for the other. Louis was his drug of choice, and his baby came with far more desirable effects than even the finest of liqueur could summon. He put the bottle in a cabinet out of the way and shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. Louis was a good influence on him. Interesting.

"Okay," he said out loud, mind now refocused as he patted his pockets to find his wallet and keys. He gathered the necessary things from his office, before walking with purpose out to his car and leaving.

-

L & Z

Louis' friends' cars were already in the driveway when he got home, and they had let themselves in because that's just what best friends do (Lexie had a key, Liam's key privileges were temporarily revoked after he ate all of Louis' fruit snacks a few weeks ago and left a note inside the box saying 'snatched your edges, love liam', borrowed a shirt, then peaced out before Louis got there).

Louis scowled at his friends upon entering his living room to see that Liam was holding a tiny piglet. "I swear to fuck if you bought me a pet pig this isn't funny -"

"No it's Peggy!" Liam said affectionately as if that explained it all.

"Okay?"

Lexie rolled her eyes at him. "Ugh Louis I told you! I got another pet pig. This one's really sweet though. She hasn't even attacked me yet."

"Your low standards for quality pets never cease to astound me Lexie."

"Oh quiet," Liam said. "All she does is squeal quietly if you pick her up."

Liam stood with the pet in his arms; she was no bigger than a bag of sliced bread. "She's a teacup piglet, therefore we need to take pictures of her, in a teacup. Louis you're like a tea whore please lend me the props."

"I can't help that I've got more class than you Liam. But okay fine."

Lexie basically went along with anything her friends wanted help with, so got to work clearing the kitchen table, moving a little potted gingko plant to the side. Liam was thinking out loud about getting the lighting just right and maybe closing the curtains as Louis muttered about if there was a setting on his iphone camera for regrettable decisions when Zayn entered the room, pretty confused as to what they were all doing.

"Hi Louis, I was just using the bathroom but I can head out if you're like, in the middle of something?"

"Well we aren't shooting a porno if that's what you thought," Louis joked and Liam hissed at him to shut it, Lexie laughing quietly. "But no, feel free to stay. I can't guarantee we won't be up to embarrassingly weird things... well we already are since this one over here," he pointed at Liam who was opening the china cabinet to look for a pretty cup, "wants to take Tumblr style pics of the pig."

"Piglet," Liam corrected. He was reaching for a very expensive and delicate teacup when Louis laid a hand on his heart, gasping dramatically and rushing over to snatch his valuable piece back.

"Unhand my Wedgewood! I don't care how sweet she is, she gets Walmart brand. Only the row on the right."

"Oh my god," Lexie had finished cleaning, grabbing some chips and sitting as if watching the two bicker was entertainment. Well it kind of was. She held out the bag to Zayn and he joined her at the table. The boys were discussing the aesthetic (because Louis was actually enjoying this). Lexie took advantage of the one on one time with Zayn to get some dirt.

"So how's it going with you two?" She asked casually. Zayn opened up right away, telling her how they facetimed every night on their phones, and had already hung out several more times at his apartment, getting to know each other (in other words they Netflix and chill on the regular). Zayn was dominant but still reserved and shy so he kept the sexual details to himself. Such as the time Zayn called Liam 'babyboy' during a videochat which led to a flush faced Liam asking permission to touch himself, and them both masturbating until Zayn ordered him to come. Yes he would keep those kinky things between the two of them.

"It's getting better every day honestly, he's perfect for me."

"Aw that's so sweet!" She gushed. "So it's serious then or?" He glanced at Liam and nodded right away as if he didn't even need to think about it.

"It is, this morning I told him I'm falling in love," Zayn confided. "Some people might say it's too soon but," he shrugged, "when it's right, you just know. And I didn't want to waste time waiting to tell him." Lexie nodded and her friends may have overheard that last bit as Louis set down a navy blue Mainstays brand cup with large white stars scattered across the side on the center of the table.

Liam was smiling and Louis wasn't sure if he wanted Zayn to shut up about how neatly defined and easy their relationship was, or talk more about what it was like to be straightforward with the person he cared about. To be unafraid of what happens after you tell someone how much they mean to you. He sighed quietly, cutting himself a little slack considering the man he loved was his teacher, a man that came with plenty of issues and much withheld.

He just focused on their ridiculous activity as Liam gently set the baby animal in the cup, excited as fuck that she fit, her tiny front hooves draped over the edge. Louis was better at taking pictures than Liam, and had no problem reminding him of the time Liam made an edit with question marks drawn all over it and a weird filter, to indirect Louis for ignoring his call.

He took a couple pics from different angles, then texted to the groupchat with the caption 'I feel like a five year old.' Liam showed Zayn, not wanting him to feel left out, and stole a kiss while Lexie took her pet back. And yes all that Peggy did when picked up was squeal quietly. Maybe she can teach Feebie not to be a ham hoe, Louis thought.

Zayn stood up, taking out his wallet. "I actually have to go to work but I got these for you, as promised." He passed out some glossy coupons to the group. "Friends and family discount, fifteen percent off everything in the store on top of any sales." Louis squeaked happily like a content mouse and accepted his, mind running wild with what he wanted to buy. He cleared his throat.

"We're going shopping this week, and I'm going to dick down that store." Might as well take advantage of his time to have a filthy mouth and only get laughter in return. Zayn said his goodbyes and then they truly had free reign to talk about anything.

-

L

"Louis," Lexie smirked. "Why is your hair so messy?" Well, she certainly wasn't expecting the truth so...

"This jacked up hair," he pointed at his haphazard fringe, "is the very much worthwhile consequence of having so many orgasms in a weekend that I needed to shower and nap before I possibly died from well-fuckedness. Any other questions darling?" Silence for a moment.

Louis pulled out his phone and started typing, not noticing her peeking over his shoulder. She was a bit nosey but beloved nonetheless.

"Yeah why are you looking up the definition of 'personal business'?" Louis locked his phone and sighed.

"Because... okay give me your honest opinion." She nodded. "This morning, Mr. Styles told me he had 'personal business' to take care of, would be gone a few hours, and I should hang out with friends if I wanted. When I asked what time to come back, he said a few hours and he'd text me first. What do you think he's doing?"

Lexie hummed. "Maybe something for work or a doctor's appointment? It isn't necessarily something bad, don't worry about it Lou."

"But I am worrying," he complained. "Why wouldn't he tell me? Do you think he's going on a date?" Louis gasped. "With a girl or a grown ass man?"

Lexie laughed. "Please have you seen yourself? Who would cheat on you?" Louis calmed down some and smirked; yes he was hot as hell, but still. Liam returned, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and looking very satisfied with himself.

Louis nodded towards him. "You were gone awhile eh? Loving him goodbye?" He puckered his lips and Liam shot him a look.

"Could say the same about you all week Tommo. You're like that episode of Spongebob where he stays inside with a used napkin, chip and penny and ignores the outside world." Louis scowled.

"Don't compare my man to a used napkin. Can we get some chinese food? I've been eating healthy all week and I need MSG."

They ordered delivery, arguing a little over the tip and who got the extra fortune cookie. Louis licked the wrapper much to his friends' dismay.

"So Louis," Lexie asked as they threw out the containers after. "Did you ask him what your relationship is yet?" He should've expected.

"Okay so I was thinking, I'll wait and see which colleges I get into, then I'll ask him what his plans are next year, if we'll still be together." She studied his face to see if he was lying. He wasn't.

"Alright, just don't put it off for too long. Maybe he's waiting on you to say something."

"Maybe."

-

Mr. Styles finally texted Louis around seven pm and Louis almost pulled a muscle reaching for his phone.

H- I'm home, can you come back? x

Louis- hi daddy :) yeah i'll be there soon x

"Alright guys it's been real but I gotta go."

"Who tops?" Lexie asked shamelessly as Louis put on his shoes. "Help a girl out here, my sex life is non-existent."

"Where are your gay manners?" Louis answered dryly. "Lock the door on your way out please."

-

On his drive back to Mr. Styles' he wondered if the man would tell him where he'd been. When Louis let himself in, he noticed it smelled really nice, like cinnamon? Something rich and spicy. He sniffed the air before calling out, "Daddy?"

"Come upstairs Louis!" Mr. Styles answered, and Louis obediently hurried to the master bedroom. He saw several white candles burning on his dresser, a fuzzy blanket on the bed, and Mr. Styles sitting casually on the edge of it, holding lotion and watching him.

"What's all this daddy?" Louis asked shyly. Mr. Styles patted beside him, Louis coming to sit and toe off his shoes.

"I still feel bad about earlier, hearing you tell me to stop was... I feel like I let you down as your dominant," Mr. Styles finally admitted. "I want to just take care of you tonight. Would you like it if I gave you a massage?"

"Daddy, I... yes that would be great but, you don't need to feel bad about an accident. I'm the one that moved after you were done," Louis placed his hand on the man's wrist gently. "It's okay."

"Thank you," he murmured. "But I'm still going to treat you like a little prince. Take off all your clothes and lay on your stomach because you're getting the works, full body."

Louis was happy to oblige and stretched out on the blanket once he was naked. He waited as Mr. Styles rubbed the mildly scented lotion between his palms to warm it up, then melted into the touch as his large hands glided across his shoulder blades, tracing the bones and pressing into his tired muscles. Louis sighed peacefully.

"Is it good?" Mr. Styles asked.

"Really good," Louis moaned as skilled fingers kneaded and rubbed down his back. He was exhausted between the game and sex after, this was just what he needed. "If you ever switch careers, you should be a masseuse."

Mr. Styles laughed in response, running his fingers down Louis' triceps and gently squeezing his forearms, watching him shiver. It was intimate yes, but not sexual. This was all about Louis feeling as good as possible, which by default would make Mr. Styles feel good too. By the time he'd turned Louis over and massaged him down to the tips of his toes, the boy felt like he was in heaven.

Next Louis redressed in comfy pajamas and Mr. Styles suggested a manicure or even polish. Louis decided he wouldn't mind trying a subtle blush pink, which Mr. Styles had bought fresh today. They went downstairs in case of spills and Louis laid his hands on a magazine at the counter while the man doted on him some more. His nails were trimmed, filed, buffed and given both clear base coat, two layers of pale pink and top coat. Louis giggled when the man gently blew on them and it tickled. Mr. Styles glanced up and smiled. "Do you like it?"

Louis admired the flawless application; it looked gorgeous against his tan skin. "It's pretty, daddy. Where'd you learn to do this?" Mr. Styles started putting away the supplies in a bag.

"I have an older sister, Gemma. When we were younger I'd do her nails for her so I got pretty good at it." He shrugged.

"Oh," Louis replied. "My sister taught me how to braid her hair a few years ago. Guess they have us wrapped around their fingers," he joked. They spent the rest of the evening talking; both acutely aware that it was a step forward for them to share more things about themselves. Neither regretted it when they turned in to sleep, holding one another close and sharing a goodnight kiss.

-

L&H

Louis stretched and yawned when he awoke the next morning. He rolled over and Mr. Styles was sitting up, grading papers, already halfway through his stack. The man paused to look at Louis. "Good morning."

"Good morning," Louis replied sleepily. It was their last day of him staying at Mr. Styles' which is why the man chose to get work done while still by Louis' side as the boy slept in. Truthfully, he had grown accustomed to his presence, his warm and bright aura.

"One more and I'll make us breakfast," Mr. Styles promised, so Louis laid there and studied his face. He looked most handsome while he was focused and working, in Louis' opinion.

After they had something to eat, Mr. Styles fetched his laptop. "I need to put together a BDSM checklist for both of us, I'm customizing it so it may take awhile." Louis nodded, glancing outside at the sunny weather.

"Can we go outside please? I need to make notecards to study and I can work on my tan." He agreed and they got a worn blanket, Louis' backpack and set themselves up in the backyard. Mr. Styles sat cross legged as he opened a spreadsheet, Louis on his side transferring notes onto the cards, neatly highlighting sections.

Louis could easily see the screen from where he layed, and curiously watched as the man copied and pasted a list of kinks from a website, deleting a few and also an entire section detailing how long the BDSM relationship would last. Mr. Styles scolded him when he caught the glancing.

"Just do your work Louis, I want to discuss this before you answer any questions." The boy quickly looked away. When Mr. Styles had stopped typing and cleared his throat Louis looked up.

"I made a 'yes, no, maybe' checklist. It includes things we've done and a few we haven't explored yet. I left a few things off that I consider either dangerous or too degrading. But there is space for you to write anything in if you have requests. There's a section for your limits. There are no right or wrong answers, just be honest and if you don't know what something is- ask me." Louis nodded and Mr. Styles passed him the laptop, showing rows listing different kinks or activities, with three columns he could check off as answers: yes, no, maybe.

Mr. Styles waited patiently as Louis took his time filling it out. He stopped to ask what frotting meant, blushing and swallowing hard when his daddy described putting their erections together and him giving them a handjob at the same time. Sign me the fuck up, Louis thought, checking yes. He asked about Japanese rope bondage, being shown a photo of an intricately bound torso in a web-like pattern, feeling warmth in his lower region as he imagined being tied up and ravished. He finished and let Mr. Styles read through, having checked off everything as yes (his daddy knew him well).

Anal sex
Anal plugs
Anal plug (public, under clothes)
Blindfolds
Blowjobs (giving)
Blowjobs (receiving)
Being bitten
Bondage (light)
Bondage (heavy)
Bondage (multi-day)
Bondage (public, under clothing)
Cockring
Collars (worn in private)
Collars (worn in public)
Cuffs (leather)
Cuffs (metal)
Dildos
Erotic dance (private)
Exhibitionism (sex in public places)
Following orders
Frotting
Gags (cloth)
Gags (rubber)
Gags (tape)
Hair pulling
Hand jobs (giving)
Hand jobs (receiving)
Having clothing chosen for you
High heel wearing
Ice cubes
Japanese rope bondage
Lingerie (wearing)
Modeling for erotic photos
Oral/anal play (rimming)
Over-the-knee spanking
Orgasm denial
Orgasm control
Outdoor sex
Pain (mild)
Phone sex/ calling or sexting
Punishment Scene
Sensory deprivation
Spanking
Swallowing semen
Teasing
Uniforms
Vibrators
Video (recordings of you)

Limits (soft):
Multiple orgasms in a row (two or more)

Limits (hard):
Breath play
Cumming dry

Comments: I love everything we do x

Mr. Styles looked up after reading what Louis wrote in at the end, smiling at him. "Everything?" Louis bit his lip lightly and nodded.

"Yes daddy, everything."

When prompted, Louis explained that breath play was scary for him, that he read about it once and it wasn't for him. Mr. Styles assured him it wasn't something he wanted to try either. What came next was very shocking however.

"Okay, this went very well," Mr. Styles said thoughtfully. "I've got some work to finish though so let's go inside." What the hell? No sex?! Louis thought indignantly. He was half hard, his mind was buzzing with fantasies, and the man wanted to work!

Louis went upstairs, scheming his seduction of the man so he'd toss aside his work and have sex. He took a quick rinse and shaved his legs. Then his outfit (key to the seduction) - leggings with no panties, and a scoop neck tank top. Perfect.

He didn't bother to close the bedroom door, spraying a bit of cologne first. "Why do I even have to do this? The man has sex on the brain 24/7 and is obsessed with my ass, yet here I am hoeing it up for attention." He pulled his leggings up, then yanked them higher than they should ever go and turned to admire his curves.

He huffed. "I can practically taste the fucking fabric yep that ought to do it!" A muffled laugh was heard behind him and he whipped his head around to see Mr. Styles leaning in the doorframe, looking very amused. He'd come upstairs for a sweatshirt and witnessed the entire monologue.

"That seems like an exaggeration," Mr. Styles said with a smirk, "I don't have sex on the brain 24/7. Can't say the same for you apparently." Louis' cheeks were burning as Mr. Styles entered the room, casually approaching and looking him up and down. "You look fucking fantastic in this. Guess I'll have to do something about it..." he trailed off, running his hands down Louis' hips and squeezing his ass. "On the bed we're trying something new."

Louis scrambled onto the bed, watching Mr. Styles rummage in his box and produce soft white nylon rope and a navy blue blindfold. They locked gazes. "Do you trust me Louis?"

"Yes, daddy. I trust you." Louis did trust him, probably more than he logically should, but he knew the man would take care of him. So he let Mr. Styles tie the blindfold around his head, making everything dark. Louis' breathing sped up in excitement as he was gently placed on his stomach.

"Arms behind your back, wrists together." Louis obeyed and the soft rope was expertly wound around and between his wrists then knotted firmly. "How's it feel baby?"

"Good daddy."

He was asked his color, and after replying with a confident 'green,' Mr. Styles stood and undressed while admiring his beautiful boy. He retrieved the lube and paused because wow, okay, he needed a moment to appreciate how hot Louis looked blindfolded and tied up, face down and on his knees. He was completely vulnerable and submissive.

Mr. Styles just wanted to take care of him, make him sweat and swear, make him scream and whimper in ecstasy. He took his time leaving kisses across Louis' back, the side of his neck, then pinched Louis' legging covered cheeks. Louis waited like a good boy, his erection straining against his pants. Then his daddy tugged his leggings down close to his knees, cracking open the lube and coating three fingers while he praised him.

"Look incredible like this Louis. Being so good for me, gonna finger you open and fuck you so hard you'll feel it all day. Would you like that baby?"

Louis whined quietly then responded "Yes daddy, please."

He got behind Louis, leaning forward to lick Louis' tongue at the same time as his first finger pushed into the boy's wonderfully tight entrance, hearing the faint scratching of the boy's lashes fluttering against the blindfold, wishing to watch the man finger him. Louis turned his face more to the side and kissed the man with everything in him, grinding back slightly onto the finger prodding inside him.

Mr. Styles ended the kiss, pumping into the boy and feeling around. "Wish you could see what I'm doing to you baby, opening you up for my cock. But I like you this way too- having to just lie there and take it." He worked a second finger in and twisted them across Louis' prostate, causing a high pitched moan. "That's it baby, fuck yourself on my fingers." Louis immediately rocked back on the fingers, the blindfold dampened slightly by a few tears because fuckyes he liked it too, loved it actually.

The man watched for a moment, then captured Louis' parted lips with his, making it fast and filthy with swipes of his tongue and plenty of nipping. After a third finger, when Louis was stretched and ready, he removed his fingers and kneeled back, covering his hard length in lube. He helped Louis out of the leggings, then held his hip, sliding a hand between his cheeks and exposing his entrance.

"I'll take care of you baby," he murmured, pressing into him slowly until his hips were flush against Louis' hot skin. Louis was panting, the bit of his cheeks still visible blushed a pretty pink, his lips shining from the sloppy kiss.

Mr. Styles pulled back a little and ground into Louis, smirking at the boy's tiny moan. Louis was denied the visual pleasure of how his daddy's abs contracted while he thrust into him, how his thick cock looked as it sunk into him over and over, and the sight of his dark red lips and tousled curls, but the feeling was indescribable; words had not been invented yet to do justice to the way all his other senses were amplified by the loss of distractions. His skin tingled with goosebumps for every soft brush of lips across his skin, and pleasure rolled along his lower stomach for every hit to his prostate.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy," Louis chanted, until the pleasure overwhelmed him and he couldn't find words, just moaning and taking it.

"I love it when you call me that baby, you're so fucking sexy," the man growled as he pounded into him, the sound of their skin slapping echoed loudly throughout the room, along with Louis' labored breathing and whines. With the absence of sight, everything else was heightened for Louis, including emotions. Wants felt like needs, and his daddy's touch seemed as essential as air to breathe.

And then he pulled out completely, the only touches felt were bruising kisses sucked into the back of his parted thighs. Louis felt devastatingly empty and desperate, but he wanted to be patient, the tiniest noises slipping from his lips as he made fists of his little hands.

Mr. Styles was teasing himself as well, aching to fuck Louis more but wanting to prolong and heighten the pleasure. He made one more bright red mark by the delicious crease where cheek met thigh and ran a light finger over it. "Want you to sit on my cock." The man wrapped his arms around Louis' chest and pulled him upright, Louis leaned back against his hard chest. Mr. Styles positioned him over himself and thrust up into the boy, making Louis shudder and groan. He thrust up again sharply, Louis' head tipping back to rest on his shoulder, his little chest heaving.

And maybe it was because he couldn't see Louis' eyes, making it a little easier to be open, that he said this next while he was buried deep inside him, moving his hips subtly. "It's hard to believe you're a real person when you make me feel this good, fuck... I'm glad I found you."

"Feels so good daddy," Louis whimpered, shuffling his folded legs a bit and moving to meet his daddy's thrusts. Mr. Styles licked a long stripe up Louis' exposed neck while wrapping a fist around the boy's leaking cock.

"Beg for me to let you come, wanna hear how bad you need it," he growled in the boy's ear, jerking him off as he fucked him.

"Oh god, daddy please uh - I need it," Louis ground his hips back and gasped. "Daddy I've been good for you please... let me come!" The man loved to rile him up, grabbing a fistful of Louis' feathery hair, he tugged and shoved himself deeper.

"Come for me," he commanded, moving his hand faster on Louis' cock. Louis cried out loudly, coating his stomach as he orgasmed. He clenched around Mr. Styles hard, drawing the man's orgasm quickly after. His daddy let go of his hair and gripped Louis' hips firmly holding him down as he filled him up.

Mr. Styles lifted him off, instructing him to get on his knees again. Once Louis was in the original position he asked, "Do you want me to take a photo of you like this baby? You look beautiful. It'd be just for us of course."

"Yes daddy," Louis agreed. So Mr. Styles got his nice polaroid camera, snapping a picture of his lovely boy, then untying the blindfold and rope. Louis slowly blinked his lashes, wet and clumped together from his tears. The man pulled him onto his lap and they watched the photo slowly develop.

"Gorgeous, my good boy," Mr. Styles murmured as they gazed at the image.

"Thank you daddy."