Harry's POV:

The pool table miraculously survived yesterday's blowies and heated make-out session. But even if it hadn't, then so be it because it would've been totally worth it.

Louis and I mainly just hung out today and did a bit of shopping in town. We went back to that one clothing shop because he insisted on getting me more clothes from the brand that made the skirt I wore to Liam and Zayn's party.

The same nice store associate - Maria - helped us find outfits for both Louis and me. By the time we were done with our little shopping spree, our arms were lined with shopping bags.

Louis somehow convinced me to buy a dress (not really sure where I'd wear it, but now I own one), another skirt, and a few crop tops and jumpers. I promised him I would wear it all soon, to which he gave me a bone-crushing hug and whispered in my ear all the things he'd do to me when I did.

I found him a few pieces of clothes that'll give a nod to 90's grunge. He pulls them off way better than I do, and he honestly looks hot in it all. My purchases for him range from oversides colorful jackets to flannels to a pair of rugged black boots.

I don't plan on wearing the clothes tonight though, but I surely will in the days or weeks to come. Speaking of, our reservations are in about an hour and we've both just headed upstairs to get ready.

"What are you wearing, bean?" I ask as Louis begins to pull out a variety of clothes from his duffel bag in my room.

"Not sure but probably some nice trousers and a dress shirt. How about you?"

"The restaurant seems pretty upscale and I don't think I could get away with wearing black skinnies there. But I've got these pair of wide-legged pants and a button-up shirt," I pull the clothes out of my dresser and show him.

"You'll look dashing," He gives me a warm kiss before returning to his pile of clothes on the bed.

We get dressed (it takes a while because we ended up making out halfway through) and both fix our hair in my bathroom.

Louis' got on a pair of dark gray trousers that perfectly hug his legs and dump truck ass. And on the top, he's wearing a short-sleeved Burberry shirt.

I told him he'd get cold in a short-sleeved shirt since it's almost winter but he simply responded with "Give me a break, I'm hot!" to which I laughed and agreed.

"Are you wearing a tie with that?" I ask curiously when I notice Louis pull out a deep red tie from his backpack.

"No," He smirks.

"Then why have you got one?"

"I said I was going to treat you tonight, yeah?"

I nod. "Yeah, to dinner?" It comes out as more of a question than a definitive answer.

" 'S right baby boy, but I never specified if it was just dinner or not," He swiftly pulls me towards him before pushing me onto the bed. He then hovers over me, the tie still in his right hand.

I start to question (but don't resist) what he's doing when he shuts me up with a kiss. Soon, he's covering my eyes with the tie and tying it behind my head so all I can see is blackness. I can feel Louis' lips leave mine soon after, as does his whole body.

"Lou Bear?" I ask when I feel him get off the bed and walk away.

He says nothing but I can hear the zipper of his backpack open as he gets something out. The warmth of his body and his soft breaths on my face are back moments later, and adrenaline shoots through my veins.

"I like the pants you've got, Haz," He compliments before he tegs them down to my ankles. My briefs are the next thing to go, and I can guarantee you Louis' got a smirk on his face right now because he sees my growing hard-on.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" He asks and technically I don't know what he's going to do but I've got a fairly good guess.

"Mhm," I hum and hear a small pop of a bottle cap from his direction.

"You're so pretty, Harry," He murmurs and I'm about to respond when I feel one of his lubed fingers enter me suddenly.

I can't help it and I gasp but quickly get used to it. The feeling quickly turns pleasurable and he pumps it inside me before adding another.

"Fuck, you're tight,"

Louis groans and I push myself down onto his fingers, aching for him to start moving them.

"Louis," I moan and he doesn't hesitate a second more, curling and scissoring his fingers inside of me. When he hits my prostate I moan loudly and my toes curl a bit as I throw my head back. It's been a while since I've had a good fuck - fingers and dicks alike - since I don't have flings or hookups like Ashton, and shit does this feel good.

He hears (you'd have to be deaf not to hear my groans) and he removes both fingers. I grumble at the lack of contact and I suddenly feel unsatisfyingly empty.

Seconds later, I feel something push against my entrance. It's cold and foreign, and the stretch stings a little bit so I bite my bottom lip and Louis pushes it in further. He keeps pushing until it's right up against my prostate, causing me to moan.

Naturally, I roll my hips down on the bed to force whatever this is against my sweet spot again. Louis finally stops pushing and it's rubbing right up against me and it feels so fucking good that I swear my knees could go weak any second.

I feel Louis hover over me once more and his hands fumble with the tie before he pulls it off my eyes. I look down to see what he's got in me, but Louis is one step ahead and he pulls up my briefs and boxers.

"What-" I question with a slight moan, sitting up and feeling it shift inside of me, continually rubbing against my prostate with every small movement I make.

Louis smirks and gives me a kiss. "It's a butt plug. Now no more questions, it's time for dinner."

He offers me a hand and I get off the bed cautiously, trying to get used to the new and lingering feeling.

"Wait, you're making me go to dinner with a butt plug up my ass?!" I ask, bewildered.

"I said no more questions, baby boy. Now c'mon or we're going to be late." He grins smugly before turning his back and leaving me alone in my bedroom feeling both flustered and oddly pleasured at the same time.

Dinner is going to be one hell of a ride if he keeps this up.

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Louis' POV:

"Your name, sir?" The hostess - Keeley - asks us when Harry and I walk into the restaurant.

"Louis Tomlinson. I've made reservations for two," 

She clicks around the computer momentarily before nodding and leading Harry and I to our booth.

"A waiter will be with you shortly to take your drink orders," She ensures us as we sit down. She places two menus on our table before walking back to her post by the door.

I can't help but to smirk as Harry appears a tad bit fidgety on his seat across from me. The way he bites his lip every time he shifts or sits down to suppress a groan doesn't go unnoticed.

"It's really nice in here," Harry looks around and I have to agree with him. I've never been here either, but Liam has gone for a business meeting and he's raved about it to both me and Zayn multiple times.

Luckily for Harry and me, only one of the tables is occupies near us; an older couple is sitting a table or two away and they're already partway through their dinner.

A tall man walks towards us dressed in a slim and modest black suit with a dark red dress shirt underneath his suit coat, identical to the outfits of the other waiters walking around.

"Hello, my name is Channing and I'll be your server tonight. Could I start you two gentlemen with something to drink?" He asks us politely. 

"Two champagnes please," I say before Harry has a chance to speak.

Channing nods. "I'll be out with your champagnes very soon," He says before walking away.

"Champagne?" Harry asks skeptically.

"To celebrate,"

He arches a brow. "To celebrate what?"

"Me winning the bet," I say casually, a broad grin on my face.

"But you haven't yet!" He points out and I nod, agreeing with him.

"I will before the night is over," I promise him and reach into my trousers pocket before I find what I'm looking for, "Just consider it a pre-celebration before the final finale."

And with that, I push the button on the small remote in my pocket.

Harry's eyes shoot open and his jaw drops. His hands fly to cover his mouth to muffle any and all sounds that try to come out, and I just watch him with a smirk before I take my finger off the remote.

"Louis!" Harry whispers through his fingers, astonishment and surprise laced in his voice.

"Oh, did I forget to mention it vibrates?" I shrug innocently before pressing it again for a 3-count. 

He looks down at his pants and back up at me almost as though he couldn't believe he was sitting in a fancy restaurant with a vibrator up his ass. Which, to his credit, I'm sure he wasn't expecting would happen when I told him I was taking him out for dinner.

Before Harry has the chance to say anything else, Channing is back with our glasses and we thank him.

"Have you gentleman has an opportunity to look at our menu?" He asks, retrieving a small notepad from his chest pocket.

Thankfully, I'd actually looked at the menu before we got here since it was posted online. Harry looks to scared to open his mouth in-front of other people and I can only assume he's afraid I'll push the bottom while he's speaking (which I would and could do), so I order for the both of us.

"Yes, thank you. May we please split your prosciutto-wrapped chicken and home style potatoes, please?" I've seen the meal on the Jamie Oliver show before and I got rather excited to try it when I saw it was on their menu as well.

"Absolutely, that's one of my personal favorites," Channing writes it down on his notepad, "Would you like the chicken breasted stuffed with mozzarella or without? The chefs make both and they're equally delicious," 

I turn to Harry to see what he'd like, and when he noticed I haven't responded he looks a bit afraid but opens his mouth to speak anyway.

"Um, the cheese sounds wonderful, thanks." He says quickly, eyeing me to make sure I don't try anything funny.

"That'll be out shortly," He says and takes our menus before leaving us alone in the booth.

"Louis, it vibrates?!" Harry quietly hisses from across the booth.

"Yeah, didn't you notice the first time?" I grin and push it again. 

He moves quickly to cover his mouth again, but not before the beginning of a moan slips out, just loud enough for me to hear. Harry continues to shift in his seat and I can't tell if he's trying to push it in further or take the weights off his bum.

"If you keep moving it'll just run against you more," I whisper back, grinning like some sort of evil genius. 

"It feels fucking fantastic, but we're at dinner!" He shoots back honestly, but stops fidgeting nonetheless.

"Well now you know why we have champagne," I pick up my glass and he reluctantly does the same, "Cheers to sweet, sweet victory."

He's smiling, but doesn't say anything in return as we clink our glasses and take a sip. Another button press (this time for a 5-count) and he's putting all of his effort into not spilling his drink as he sets it down with shaky hands. 

We talk while we wait for our food; about food, life, work, hobbies, and all of those normal topics of conversation. Of course, our conversation is broken up by random button presses, and muffled and stifled groans thanks to Harry's fast reflexes. 

By the time out food comes, Harry's dazzling green eyes are nearly two shades darker.

The food is absolutely delicious and I definitely plan to make this again at home - maybe I'll even cook it for Harry.

Harry doesn't eat much (he said it did taste amazing but I think he's a little preoccupied) and he's getting increasingly fidgety. I've told him to keep his hands above the table, though, so I can make sure he doesn't try to do anything funny. 

"L- Lou," He's at a little whimper now and I put my fork down next to our partially-eaten meal.

"Hmm?" I hum, giving the remote a press, sending yet another wave of vibrations through Harry.

He bites his lip. "I need you," He says softly, his voice wavering a little bit.

"To what?" I play dumb.

"You know," He looks down at his pants and then back up at me with flushed cheeks and begging eyes.

"No I don't," I tease, "Please, elaborate for me, Harold."

Harry peeks out of the booth, but the only people around us are the same couple from before, who are now eating some sort of custard or gelato. 

"Fuck me. Shit, I need you, Louis." He begs me. 

See, I told him we'd be needing champagne because I've just won the bet.

I quickly call over Channing and pay for the meal with my card as well as leaving him a nice tip for his good service before Harry and I are out the door and headed for my car.

"Thanks for dinner, Lou," Harry says hastily as he gets in the car on the passengers side. When he plops down in his seat he lets out a loud groan of pleasure now that we're alone and all I want to do is make him moan like that all night.

"We're not done yet, baby boy. It's time for dessert."

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I've been excited for this chapter since day 1 and GOSH IM SO HAPPY I FINALLY GOT TO WRITE IT (also DWD, im not robbing you of Larry smut x)

Thoughts or comments?

VOTE if you really want to try chicken wrapped in Parma ham with a side of homemade mash - it honestly sounds really good and I want to eat it