"Harry, you coming?" Louis called from the couch. Harry had been in their bedroom for a while. He went to grab a sweater so they could finish their cheesy romantic movie marathon that Harry insisted was essential for Valentine's Day and hadn't come back. "Babe?" No answer. Louis sighed and got out of his comfortable position to go find his easily distracted boyfriend. "Harry, you don't need to organize your hats while I'm wait-" the word dropped in his mouth when he opened their bedroom door to find Harry naked save for a pair of black and red panties. He was sitting on the bed one leg crossed over the other, smiling like he'd just won first prize. "Woah." Harry giggled in that deep, melodic voice of his and Louis' eyes unconsciously fell shut at the sound.

"Surprise!" Harry called and held his arms out wide. He stood up from the bed and Louis nearly fell to his knees. Harry was hard under the smooth material, his tip peeking out from the top, and his legs and thighs were shaved clean.

"Fuck, Haz. When-"

"I did the rest of the room while I was waiting for the roast to finish, so then I just had to get dressed," Harry rolled his eyes, "Or well, undressed."

Louis looked around at the beautiful scenery that was their bedroom. He hadn't even noticed, what with a practically naked Harry Styles standing in front of him. There were white candles, vanilla Louis confirmed when he inhaled, on both sides of the bed and on the dresser and the window sill. It was the only light in the room but there were so many that it held the perfect amount of soft golden light to fill the room. There were two long- stemmed roses sitting at the edge of the bed right next to where Harry was sitting, one pink and one red. At the head of the bed sat a box, wrapped in pink and white paper with a silver bow tied around it.

Louis' eyes snapped back to Harry when he saw him move. Harry sat back down on the bed and grabbed the rose. "For you. I'm the pink one. You're the red." Louis numbly walked forward and took the flowers from Harry's hand. He let his fingers run over the soft petals before bringing them up to smell them. Sweet, but faint. Perfect. Harry grinned at Louis' obviously satisfaction. He scooted back until he could reached the box and then came back and handed it to Louis.

"You didn't have to. We already exchanged gifts, babe."

"This is separate. For both of us," Harry assured him. Louis gave Harry the roses back and pulled on the bow to untie it. The ribbon fluttered in the air before hanging limp in Louis' hand under the box. He lifted the lid and dropped it on the floor. Under it was shiny silver tissue paper in layers covering the present and Louis moved them out of the way. His breathing stuttered and his mouth dropped open upon seeing Harry's ''gifts''.

The first item he pulled out was a black silk blindfold with red ribbon to tie it together. He laid it on the bed and pulled out the next. It was a black rubber collar with a red heart shaped piece in the middle. The heart was rounded on both sides, curving out from the flat collar. He laid it with the blindfold. Louis' hand actually shook when he took the third present from the box. Thick red rope uncoiled from inside as Louis lifted it out. "Holy shit, Harry."

Harry bit his lip to keep his smile in check when Louis said that. Instead he licked over his suddenly dry lips and wiped his sweaty palms on his smooth thighs. "You like 'em?"

Louis dropped the box on the floor and the rest of the rope dangled from his jittery hand. He used his now free hand to press down on his stiff erection through his trackies. "Like them? I fucking love them, baby."

Harry perked up from where he sat, spine board straight and hands squeezing his legs. "Can we use them?"

"I would love that," Louis agreed and grabbed up the extra rope. He bundled it up and set it on the bed in favor of grabbing the collar. Harry nibbled his lip anxiously as he watched Louis run his fingers over the surface. Louis placed the band up to Harry's neck and he instantly lifted his chin for better access. The heart knob rested right on top of Harry's Adam's apple. He slid his fingers along to the back and buckled it in place, making the heart press lightly against Harry's throat. Harry sighed with the new pressure and swallowed to feel his throat bob against it. "My baby." Harry's eyes dropped a little when Louis claimed him. "Scoot up the bed." Harry obeyed, his legs rubbing against his hard on with each movement. Once Harry was sat comfortably at the top Louis nodded to his crotch. "I love those, but let's get them off so I can fuck you." Harry pressed his lips together and looked up at Louis for under his lashes as he shook his head. "Don't get shy on me, love."

"We don't need to take them off. They're special." With that Harry turned over on his hands and knees, back arched and ass in the air. Right in the middle of the black silk was a heart cutout lined in red lace. The heart sat right over the middle of Harry's cheeks so that when he was bent over Louis could see his puckered hole.

Louis palmed himself and stepped towards the bed. "Jesus Christ," he growled. "So ready for me. I'm gonna tie you up and blindfold you and fuck you just like this, baby. With your pretty silk panties on." He grabbed the supplies and crawled onto the bed where Harry was looking over his shoulder at Louis. "Do you want that?"

"Please, Daddy," Harry begged, "I want you."

Louis dropped the rope next to Harry and ran his hand up Harry's side to the dip between his shoulder blades. "You're so pretty. I love my presents." Louis took ahold of the red ribbon on either side of the black silk blindfold and wrapped it around Harry's head. Harry let his head fall between his shoulders with a sigh as Louis tied the ribbon into a tight bow. He trailed his fingers over the material then down to the collar. He pressed over the heart, making Harry moan and arch his back artfully.

"Can you, um, tie me up, please?"

Louis kissed down Harry's spine, "Need it?"

"Yes," Harry breathed.

"Always love when I take over, don't you? Make you take me."

Harry shuddered when he felt the rope drag across his skin. Louis looped it under his chest before wrapping it around his biceps, binding them to his torso. He bound his arms six or seven times to his sides before pressing Harry's chest to the bed with a hand to his back. Harry fell willingly and crossed his forearms over each other, parallel, behind his back. Louis kissed his wrists in approval and took both ends of the bright rope in his hands. He tied Harry's forearms to each other and then tied off the extra at his wrists. Harry instinctively pulled against them, then groaned at the rough feeling of rope against his body.

Louis sat back on his heels to look over his creation. Harry half-laid out in the bed, chest digging into the mattress, ass in the air with his hole on display through those fucking panties. The rope was tight around Harry's body and Louis could see the shift of the collar every time Harry would swallow. His brows were scrunching up with impatience under the blindfold and Louis wanted to kiss the creases away.

Instead he turned around and grabbed the red rose off the duvet. Harry was starting to squirm with anticipation, arching back to try and reach Louis. Louis hushed him gently and positioned the rose at the top of his spine. Harry twitched from the coolness of the petals as Louis mapped each bump of his spine with the flower, moving lower to the dip of his back and over the arch that lead to the heart-shaped cutout. When the petals tickled over Harry's cheeks his body tensed and he pushed into the feeling.

"Please," Harry whined.

"What do you want, love?"

"You," Harry said he dug his face further into the bed. "Need you inside me. I'm so hard."

Louis reached his other hand around and cupped Harry through his underwear. "I see that," he chuckled. "Making your panties so wet for me."

Harry whimpered and pushed into Louis' hand. "Daddy, fuck me, please."

"Of course, baby. You made yourself so pretty for me. Gave me all these gifts. Gave me you. You deserve to have me."

"Yes," he sighed, relieved. Louis half stood from the bed to quickly snatch the lube from the nightstand. He came back and ducked down to kiss the skin showing through the hole in Harry's attire. Harry made such a pretty sound at that, making Louis sink his teeth into the flesh. "Oh God, Daddy."

Louis licked over the bite before placing one more chaste kiss closer to his hole. He felt Harry clench as much as he heard his desperate whine. He relented and slicked up a couple fingers. Louis pressed one more kiss to his back as he pressed a finger inside him. Harry's breathy moan fell from him in a tumble. Louis plucked a couple petal from the bloom and pressed them under his hand to Harry's back. He coordinated his thrusts with the circles of his hand on Harry's back. Harry's body started moving in rhythm with Louis like he was in a trance.

"Daddy, please," Harry whined, "I'm ready. Fuck me."

Louis chuckled, "But, baby, I've only got one inside you."

Harry shook his head into the duvet, "I don't care. I wanna stretch around you. Please."

Louis' fingers dug into Harry's back at his request, "Jesus, fuck, Harry. Always so good for me," he played his finger inside Harry a little more.

Harry whimpered and nodded while he pushed back on Louis' finger. Louis growled and pulled his finger out before snatching the lube and coating himself quickly. He scooted closer to Harry's pliant body and held one cheek in his hand while he lined himself up with his waiting hole. Harry moaned when he felt Louis' head penetrate him, then sighed with relief as he felt his entrance stretch around Louis' girth. Louis reached a hand forward and wrapped his fingers around Harry's neck, tips pressing into the collar and the heart-shaped bump. Harry's breath hitched when he felt the pressure around his throat and he sat back on Louis' cock fervently, grinding his hips to take more of him.

Louis groaned and pressed down on Harry's back, "Slow down, love." Harry only whined and pushed back harder, sucking Louis into him. Louis growled and pulled Harry up by his neck so they're were flush, chest to back. Harry gasped and his hips rolled unconsciously with need. Louis gripped his hips, sure to leave bruises later, to still him, and tightened his grip on his neck. "Behave. Take what I give you." Louis pressed the finger covering the heart over his Adam's apple down until Harry cough quietly and scratched at Louis sweaty stomach with his fingers. "You're being greedy, and even after I let you have me without proper prep," he tisked.

Harry tried to clear his mind enough to answer, but through the haze all he could think to say was, "Please, Daddy."

Louis rolled his hips against Harry's ass, cock deep inside him. Harry whimpered like Louis was giving him water in the desert. Louis hummed and pressed his face into Harry's hair and inhaled the smell of sweat, lust, and Harry. "God, you're so pretty baby," he pushed his hips harder, his dick deeper. "So ready for me. Always so good." Harry let his head fall back on Louis' shoulder, the compliments falling over him in thick blankets of lust. His mind was wavering, wondering somewhere far away, but he fought to keep himself present so Louis could use him. "Love when you do things like this. You always find ways to give yourself to me so eagerly. You love to, don't you, baby?" Harry could only hum lazily, though it took more effort than he thought, and Louis must've noticed.

He tucked his fingers under the material at his hip and scratched lightly. "Going so deep tonight, love. I need a color."

Harry's head rolled so his face was pressing into Louis' neck as he rocked inside him. "Fuzzy."

Louis breathed a gentle laugh, "That's not a color, love." When Harry didn't answer Louis loosened his fingers in both place and slowed his hips. Harry whined but Louis just said, "I need to know your color. I can't let you come until you give it to me."

Harry tried to ignore all the sensations on and inside his body. His prick was so hard and leaking over his panties. The rope was rubbing over Harry' chest, against his nipples. He couldn't see or move but he could feel everything. Harry pursed his lips in concentration, "Yellow," he responded hoarsely, "I need to come, Daddy. I'm fuzzy."

"Yeah, baby, that's okay." Louis laid them on their sides and continued thrusting into his boyfriend, keeping his grips on his body. Harry choked on a moan and shuddered. Louis rolled his hips lower and Harry's body clenched around him, his mouth falling open but nothing coming out. "Right there? Feels good, baby?" Louis pushed inside harder.

Harry whimpered and bit his lip, popping it out as he whispered, "Good, Daddy."

Louis kissed along his neck as a reward and rabbited into his hole. Harry's body moved with Louis, languid and soft, as Louis felt his orgasm building. "Harry, you're so fucking perfect. I love your body wrapped around me like this, taking anything I give you. I love you. God, you're perfect," he rambled, heat overwhelming his mind. Harry clenched each time Louis rammed into his spot and his vision swam to a far away place. Louis' hips stuttered as he released a long moan of Harry's name and spilled into his open body. Harry clenched and sobbed when he felt Louis fill him up before coloring the sheets and his stomach with cum.

Louis rocked him through it and pulled out, only to pulled Harry back to him. He nibbled on the juncture of Harry's neck and shoulder while he slipped the blindfold off to find Harry's eyes blissfully close. Harry was smiling but couldn't really feel it. All he felt was Louis. Everywhere. All over him. His body tingled and floated weightless inside his skin. Louis turned Harry on his stomach and undid the ropes, lifting him up and unwrapping his biceps from his sides. Harry's body hung limp in Louis arm so he laid them back down and tucked his fingers into the buckle of the collar. Louis was halted by Harry's airy, unpleased sound so he took his fingers away and Harry's smile returned.

"Want to keep it for now? That's okay, baby, you can have it." Harry wiggled back into Louis' body and Louis wrapped an arm securely around his waist. "Thank you, Hazza. Happy Valentine's Day," he reminded with a kiss to the spot under his ear.