Louis' POV:

I'm lounging on our bed, watching a cheesy telenovela that Liam and Zayn suggested I watch when I hear the front door open. Harry calls up the stairs to say hi, and I grin upon his arrival. I hear him shuffling around downstairs and scoot off the bed to see what's going on.

"Harry, how was work?" I call, walking out of the bedroom and heading down the stairs.

He's in the living room and his voice travels across the house. "Good, thanks! How was your day at the house?" He asks as he walks towards the bottom of the stairs where I'm standing.

I shrug, just happy to see him again. "It was fine, nothing too exciting, really. Watched a few movies and a new show Zayn and Liam recommended to me. They're super into it right now and tell me how they're binge-watching it all the time."

I'm not sure if Harry even heard what I just told him, because he seems to be in some sort of happy la-la-land daze as he stares back at me. "Harry?" He just keeps grinning but brings his attention back to the room.

"I have a surprise for you," His smile broadens, his dimples cuter than ever. 

I look around the room. "What kind of surprise?"

"A good one," He murmurs before pressing his lips against mine. It's nothing hot or needy, but plenty intimate and sweet. I close my eyes and kiss him back, something that's become second nature ages ago. Harry picks me up by my thighs and I wrap my legs around his torso as he carries me upstairs, not even breaking the kiss.

"Harryyy, what is it?" I mumble against his lips as he puts me down at the top of the stairs.

"You'll see," He pulls back from the kiss with the same silly smile on his face and nearly drags me to his sex dungeon-y room. My heart races just a little faster when he picks the door closed with his heel and pushes me down on the bed, my back hitting the soft mattress.

"I don't want to hurt you because of your broken wrist and concussion, so tell me if your wrist or head starts to hurt or if you feel any pain, okay, Lou? Promise me that much," He says, his fingers dancing lightly down my right thigh and hooking themselves on my waistband.

I nod, maybe a bit too enthusiastically, but he gets the idea. He smirks in response and pushes his lips up against mine once more, his tongue teasing my mouth just enough as he skillfully pulls down my pants and takes off my shirt, leaving me in just some boxers. 

It's not until we break our kiss and I start to strip him of his shirt when I freeze. I quite possibly go as still as a statue. I quickly throw his shirt on the floor, my eyes locked onto his chest.

"Harry..." My breath hitches and my fingers from my good hand run down his chest and over the fresh black ink and crisp, sharp lines.

"It's a butterfly. I got it for you, Lou," He whispers, giving me a kiss and then a bone-crushing hug on the bed, his lips grazing my ear as he speaks.

"It's beautiful, Haz. But why for me?" No one's ever gotten a tattoo for me before, so this is very new to me.  The butterfly tattoo really is breathtaking and the tattoo artist did a wonderful job on it. His chest is still a little red and looks sensitive so it must be brand new and not a tattoo he got while I was staying with Zayn and Liam. It's absolutely stunning.

"Maybe it's cheesy, but I got it because you give me so many butterflies, Lou. It doesn't even matter what you're doing. For fucks sake, you could be washing the dishes or making a sandwich. The thought of you alone makes me so happy and it feels unreal that you're dating me. I mean, what'd I do to get so lucky?"

I blush profusely and kiss him on the forehead as he keeps his arms wrapped around me in a hug. "I ask myself the same question, you're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. But didn't it really hurt? The tattoo, I mean, because it's right in the middle of your chest."

"You're worth the pain," Harry says before we both start dying laughing. "God, we're so cheesy, aren't we?" Harry nearly snorts and I wipe away tears of laughter.

"We are, we really are," I nod, "But we're also horny and half-naked, so why don't we live out the second half of this fairytale romance, huh?"

Harry grins and complies with my request, pressing his leg in between my two after he's stripped himself of all of his clothes. My boxers are the last to go, and they go flying across the room during the frenzy of kissing and movement on the bed.

"Stay here," Harry tells me.

I'm not one to normally be told what to do in bed, but I'm too distracted by Harry's tattoo and the fact that he got it for me to protest and say much else. Harry gets off the bed and opens one of the black cabinets on the wall, sorting through their contents before coming back with not one or two pairs, but four pairs of restraints that resemble cushioned handcuffs.

"What are those for?" I ask and Harry smirks as he fastening each of the handcuffs onto the four metal bedposts. He's gentle with me, a stark contrast from the normal roughness that goes on in this room as he spreads me out like a starfish, cuffing both of my feet to the two far bedposts and my casted left hand in another. 

"The doctors told you that you shouldn't have much or any physical exertion, so what better way to go about fucking you than having you not move at all? Seems like a win-win situation if you ask me; you don't exert yourself, and I get to be the one to pound into you this time," 

I roll my eyes playfully and offer up my unrestrained hand to be cuffed up as well (not before pulling him in for a quick kiss) and he secures it tightly in the handcuff. There's no way I'm getting out of these until Harry unlocks me, and I'm completely spread out and subject to whatever he wants to do to me.

This all feels a little new to me, since I'm always the one to tie him up and be dominant, but the thought of Harry using me for his own pleasure gives me a thrill I didn't expect. Who knows, maybe this whole bottom and submission thing is something I'll end up exploring even after I'm cleared of my concussion and the cast comes off.

My thoughts are interrupted when Harry slips a slender, lubed finger into me without so much as a warning. I gasp softly and get used to the feeling, before asking for another. Despite the fact that Harry literally has me cuffed to the bedposts in a red room, he's being very gentle and all of this is much more sensual than rough and sweaty type sex. I like it.

By the time he had three fingers inside of me, curling and scissoring and moving them around every which way, I'm squirming underneath him. He presses his warm lips softly against mine, swallowing all the moans and groans of pleasure that slip from my lips. His spare hand cards itself in my hair and settling at the nape of my neck.

"Harry, please," It's my turn to plead and he gets the message, humming in amusement as he pulls out all three fingers and pumps my dick a few times with the same hand. He removes his other hand from my hair and grabs the bottle of lube, drizzling a copious amount onto his hard-on, and a bit extra on my stomach just for kicks.

"You feeling alright, babe? Are your head and your arm still okay?" Harry asks, awaiting an answer before he does anything further. I give him a nod as a go-ahead, trying to do anything I can to get closer to him with my limited mobility. The chains of the handcuffs rattle a bit as I do so, seemingly egging Harry on when he smirks and teases my entrance with the tip of his dick.

"C'mon, Haz, it's been what feels like age's since we've had a good fuck," I reason, and it works because he pushes into me slowly and allows me to get adjusted before continuing on and bottoming out. 

A low groan slips from both of our lips and Harry grips onto my hips before he starts thrusting in and out of me, increasing his speed as we go. It feels fucking fantastic and I quickly realize that I want nothing more than to rip these handcuffs from the bed and grip on to Harry as tight as I can, pulling his hair and encouraging him to fuck up into me harder and faster.

When he finds my prostate I gasp out, chains rattling against the bed frame as he hits it over and over, his hands moving to grasp onto my shoulders for leverage. I'm not shy in voicing how good this feels, and long strings of moans and profanities fill the room. He hits it over and over with each thrust, and my toes curl as my moans become louder.

Harry pulls out briefly, leaning forward to give me a hasty kiss before running his tongue down my chest slowly to the base of my dick. With a smug smirk and a glance in my direction, he makes unwavering eye contact with those mesmerizing green eyes he has and licks the tip of my dick before ducking his head down and deepthroating me all in one go. 

The amazing feeling runs through my body and my jaw goes slack as I throw my head back and arch my back. He adds pressure by hollowing out his cheeks and I don't even have enough mobility to thrust up into his mouth so I'm forced to stay still and deal with the overwhelming pleasure as he gives it to me.

After a few more bobs of his head, he pulls off with a pop and looks back at me, grinning. He's got pre-come in his mouth (which I taste with another kiss) and I'm painfully hard. "Please, please, please, Haz. I need to come," I groan out as Harry pushes back in and continues to thrust into me, rougher and harder than before.

"M- fuck daddy, you feel so good. Me t- too." Harry pants out, his curls and forehead slick with sweat, and his whole body glistening from the lights in the room. It doesn't take long before I come all over our stomachs with a lowly groan, and Harry does the same. The feeling of being filled up immensely satisfying as Harry comes hard in between my trembling thighs. 

Harry pulls out and swipes two fingers over my overly-sensitive hole, collecting some of his own come on his fingers before sticking them in my mouth. I suck on them without hesitation, my eyes fluttering closed a bit as he pushes his fingers farther into my mouth. When I've licked them clean he pulls them out with a grin and gives me a kiss before undoing all the handcuffs and finally giving me my mobility back. 

I'm quick to tackle him in a hug, enjoying the fact that this little fucking session was a lot less rough and much more gentle. I pepper Harry with kisses until he's giggling like a little schoolboy and cuddling up next to me despite our cum-covered chests. 

I turn on my side to face him, a silly grin plastered on my face. "I love the tattoo, Haz. And just for the record, you give me butterflies even if I don't have a tattoo of one yet," Harry's cheeks flush pink and he plant a kiss on my nose.

"I love you so fucking much," He murmurs, wrapping his arm around me.

"I love you even more," I insist. I'll always love Harry more than he'll ever know. Every ounce of love in my body belongs to him, and I wouldn't want it any other way.

" 'm excited about tomorrow too. To have everyone at the cafe for my gig is going to be awesome," Harry says, and I'm just as excited as he is. It's been a while since all of us have gotten together (the last time we did it was at the party where Zayn dared me and Harry to play 7 Minutes in Heaven), so it'll be a super fun gathering.

"I am too, babe. C'mon, let's get washed up and I can cook for us tonight. We've got to have you well-fed and well-rested for tomorrow, yeah?" I ask, sitting up and taking his hand in mine. He nods and gets off the bed with me, both of us running to the shower wrapped in a single bedsheet together, our laughs filling the house. Our house. 

Our home.

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