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Harry isn’t sure when exactly it started. Maybe it started the first time Louis pulled his hair, back during the X-Factor when sex was still a fairly new thing and Harry was giddy with pleasure from being inside Louis. They’d been trying to keep quiet, obviously, so Louis had instead channeled all of his pleasure into yanking at Harry’s curls so hard that Harry had almost cried. And he’d loved it.Maybe it started the first time Louis shushed him in front of the lads, placing a finger over his lips while Harry was still mid-sentence. Harry had gasped, his eyes sliding closed, and had fallen silent immediately afterward, and it had taken everything in his power not to get hard with the other boys around.Maybe - fuck, it doesn’t matter when it started, the point is that Harry is a freak, and it’s making him ashamed to be around other people. “You’ve been quiet lately,” Louis says one night, tracing his fingers over Harry’s face. They’re on the tour bus, traveling from Brisbane to Sydney, and Liam, Zayn, and Niall are watching a movie in the TV room. Harry and Louis are in their bunk together, snuggling up and being as touchy-feely as they want to just because they can.Harry shrugs. (Last night, he got off to the thought of Louis strapping him to a fucking machine and then going out shopping for several hours and just leaving Harry like that, and today he can’t look Louis in the eye.)“Everything alright?” Louis asks. “Too much golf with Niall got you down? I know it’s hard admitting that he’s better than you, I told him to go easy on you-”“Hey!” Harry protests, bumping his head against Louis’s shoulder. “No, it’s not that. And I’m holding my own, thank you.”Louis snorts. Harry kicks him in the shin.“As long as you’re sure,” says Louis. Harry doesn’t respond, instead kissing Louis to distract him. Louis doesn’t seem to mind this turn of events, and minutes later it’s turned into a full-on snog that has Louis rolling over to pin Harry underneath him. Harry makes an embarrassing, desperate sound as Louis shoves their hips together, pressing Harry into the bed, and Harry doesn’t worry about being a freak for the rest of the night.xxxThe next morning, though, when Harry’s jerking off in the shower (the other boys have established an Important Tourbus Rule that Louis and Harry aren’t allowed to shower together), his thoughts wander to excessively dirty places. It’s not like he wants to, his brain just does that, just wanders to Louis tying him up and then whipping him and hitting his cock with a crop until he cries and comes all over himself. Harry can’t think of normal things at all anymore when he gets off, and he bites down hard on the embarrassed whine he lets out when he comes, his knees nearly buckling as he spurts over his hand.He washes himself quickly afterward, his face burning even after he turns the spray to cool, feeling dirty and disgusting no matter how much soap he uses. xxxThey stay in a hotel after their show that night. Harry’s been feeling awful about himself all day, and he knows Louis has noticed.“You’ve barely smiled all day, love,” Louis says softly, climbing into bed with Harry after he’s turned the lights out. They snuggle together immediately, fitting against each other without even having to think about it.“Smiled during the concert,” Harry mumbles. “That doesn’t count,” says Louis. He pauses, hugging Harry closer, and then asks, “Is it something I did?”Louis always assumes that it’s his fault whenever Harry’s upset about anything. “No,” Harry assures him, “no, this is all me.”“‘It’s not you, it’s me,’ then? This isn’t a shitty rom-com, Styles, spit it out.”Harry closes his eyes, trying to get them adjusted to the dark, and heaves out a big sigh. Maybe it would feel better to tell Louis. That way he’d get it off his chest. He’d just have to pray that Louis doesn’t think he’s a freak, then.“Okay, but - um, but y’have to promise not to think I’m weird, Lou. Or - I guess you can, just don’t say it out loud, maybe?”“Christ, what is it?” asks Louis.Harry takes another deep breath, nuzzles into Louis’s chest, and whispers, “I want - I want you to hurt me.”Louis doesn’t say anything for a little bit, though his arms tighten around Harry a fraction. Harry can feel Louis’s heart beating wildly in his chest. “Hurt you how?”“Like. Sex stuff.”Louis snorts. “Sex stuff, amazing. What kind of sex stuff?”“All - all of it? I haven’t found kinky porn I don’t like, at least not yet.”“Jesus,” says Louis. “We already own an entire fucking box of sex toys.”“Yeah, but you don’t, like - they’re all for pleasure, y’know? Like, all of them are for making us feel even better.”“Except the nipple clamps,” Louis adds.“Except the nipple clamps,” agrees Harry. “I miss them.”They hadn’t brought the clamps with them to Australia because Harry is simply too noisy whenever they use them, and they get enough noise complaints from the other three lads as it is.Louis’s hands find their way to Harry’s nipples and pinch them until Harry starts squirming. “So, you want me to hurt you, like - more than clamps?”Harry nods. “You’d cry, probably?”Harry nods again, eagerly. He wants to cry, wants to be pushed to his absolute limits until he doesn’t have control over himself or his tear ducts any longer. “Christ,” Louis breathes out. “I don’t like to - I know it tends to happen, sometimes, when we’re. But. That would be, like, the goal with this, yeah?”“Mhmm,” Harry confirms.“Okay,” Louis says slowly. “I’d have to think about it, just because I obviously don’t go around wanting to make you cry, but - if that’s something you want, I’d want to do it for you.”Harry is stunned. At the very most, he’d expected Louis to kiss his forehead and maybe say, “You didn’t have to worry about telling me that.” He hadn’t expected… Louis to actually consider doing those things.“Just give me a couple weeks, yeah?” Louis is still saying.“Anything,” says Harry. “All of it. All of the time. You don’t even have to, I just - I was feeling bad about it, so I wanted to tell you.”“Why were you feeling bad about it?”Harry sighs and snuggles closer. “‘Cause it’s not normal.”Louis huffs. “What’s ‘normal,’ anyway? Did y’know Zayn watches hentai sometimes?”“Shut up.”“No, I’m serious! I borrowed his laptop for a bit one time, and let’s just say no one’s taught him about Incognito Mode yet.”Harry cracks up. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better about how weird I am.” “Babe, everyone likes what they like,” says Louis, pinching Harry’s nipples again. Harry’s starting to get hard against Louis’s thigh. “As long as it isn’t harming anyone, it shouldn’t matter. You want me to make you cry, Zayn wants to watch tentacle porn, it’s all the same.”
“Tentacle porn?”
Louis laughs. “I think he might’ve clicked on that video by mistake, actually. It was the only one of its kind.”“You went through his entire browsing history, didn’t you?” asks Harry.“Listen, if he didn’t want me to see it, there’s a neat little thing called a delete button.”“...Did you watch the tentacle porn?”“I tried to. To, y’know, understand Zayn better as a person. Didn’t make it all the way through, but I don’t think Z did either, not unless he likes quadruple-mega-batshit penetration.”xxxThings go back to normal after that - at least, in between Harry and Louis. Harry still scares himself with what he thinks about when he jerks off, and he’ll never look at Zayn the same way again, but the rest of the world feels righted again.Twelve days later, they leave for Japan, and although Harry is sad to leave Australia, where it’s warm and sunny and everyone’s pleasant, he’s very excited for Japan since it means, in addition to a killer Halloween party, only a few days more before they can finally go home. First, though, they have a couple more concerts to play, plus they find out that they have to record several acceptance speeches for the Radio 1 Teen Awards.“No, the rest of the world doesn’t know yet!” shouts Paul when Niall quickly whips out his phone at the news.“Oh,” says Niall disappointedly, putting his phone back in his pocket. “Was gonna tweet the fans.”“I know you were,” says Paul. “We have to wait til they play the clip, though. Unless you want to go through hair and makeup in the wee hours of the morning two days from now so you can do it live.”“No,” says Zayn immediately. Liam seems to agree with him from where he’s slumped on Zayn’s shoulder.“There you go,” Paul says. “Now, you’ve all had a long day, so I suggest you all go to your rooms and get some rest. I’m not sure if this hotel has bidets, but if it does, Liam, remember that you aren’t meant to drink out of them.”“That was one time!”As the boys start to file out of Paul’s hotel room, Liam grumbling all the while, Harry sees Paul hand a white paper bag to Louis. “And here you go, Louis. I’m interested to hear if it makes a difference, so let me know.”“Sure thing,” says Louis, giving Paul a mock salute and then dragging Harry out of the bedroom with his free hand.“What was that about?” Harry asks Louis once they’re in the hallway.“I asked Paul to pick up some clothes pegs for me,” says Louis casually, though he has an excited undercurrent to his voice that makes Harry think that these might not be only for hanging up clothing to dry. “I told him my pants had been shrinking in the dryer lately, and then I asked him if he could have someone go out and get me some clothes pegs so I could try air-drying them instead. And-” he rustles through the bag- “oh, nice, he got me some twine as well! I thought I was gonna have to use my earbuds.”“How would you even hang up pants on a pair of earbuds?” asks Harry incredulously.“Because, Harold my love, I’m not actually going to use these to dry clothes.”“Then what-” Harry catches Louis’s eye, then, and Louis’s dirty smirk makes his heart race as his mind suddenly clears. Fuck, those are for… “Oh.”Harry’s half hard in his pants just from anticipation by the time they get to their room, and he’s absolutely all over Louis with desperation. As Louis slides the key card in the door, Harry asks, “Why’d you get so many, though? I’ve only got four nipples.”Louis looks at him strangely as they stumble inside. “I thought you said you hadn’t found kinky porn you don’t like.”“What’s that got to do with it?” Harry asks, kissing Louis’s neck before stepping away to get his kit off. God, Harry doesn’t care where any of this is going, he just wants to get naked and let Louis ruin him.“You haven’t heard of zippers?” Louis asks. Harry shakes his head. “Oh, well you’re - you’re in for a surprise, then,” Louis says, laughing a bit nervously.“That’s fine,” says Harry quickly, already peeling his jeans off after easing them over his hard cock. “Fuck, fuck, that’s fine, just - c’mon, Lou, please.”He feels like his nipples have barely gotten any attention at all lately. To be fair, though, he’s been going out shirtless quite a bit, and bruised, deep red nipples day after day might have looked a bit suspicious. Once Harry’s gotten all his clothes off, he makes a beeline for the bed, falling on his back onto it and admiring how soft it is. Once Louis has stripped down and grabbed lube from the suitcase as well as the paper bag he’s still holding, he joins him, flopping on top of Harry and giggling before kissing him.Harry groans happily as Louis grabs at his hair, pulling on it so Harry has to contort his neck at an awkward angle to continue kissing Louis. Louis kisses him aggressively, shoving his tongue into Harry’s mouth as Harry moans and sucks on his tongue, his eyes sliding closed.Louis isn’t holding him down, though, at least not yet, so Harry wraps his arms around Louis, wanting to touch as much of him as possible. He gropes at Louis’s bum, runs his hands over the soft skin of Louis’s back, squeezes him close like he can’t believe Louis is real. He can’t, sometimes. “Fuck,” Louis gasps, shuddering under Harry’s touch. Harry feels like he physically can’t touch enough of Louis at one time to ever be satisfied. “God, we have to - I wanna get you ready first.”“Mhmm,” Harry agrees, kissing Louis’s neck and sucking a bruise there. “Gonna fuck me?”“That’s the plan,” says Louis, ending it on a gasp as Harry bites down again. “Stop that, we have things to do tomorrow.”“You have things to do now,” Harry pouts, canting his hips up a bit and pulling Louis down against him.“Such a brat,” Louis admonishes him, kissing Harry on the nose and making him squirm. After a few more kisses, though Louis climbs off of him rather suddenly, and Harry pouts at the lack of Louis under his fingertips. “Okay, so,” Louis says, running a nervous hand through his hair, “you want me to get, like… really rough with you, yeah?”Harry nods fervently. “Please.”“Fuck. Okay.”Harry’s already completely, desperately hard from how excited he is, but he doesn’t want to touch his cock. Actually, he sort of does want to, but only so Louis will scold him and punish him for it. He watches Louis lay down properly on the bed, making his head comfortable on some pillows.“Want you to suck me off while I finger you open,” says Louis, his eyes dark as he locks them on Harry. He has the lube in hand already, and Harry can already imagine how good Louis’s fingers are going to feel inside him.Harry scrambles to do as Louis wants, dropping a quick kiss to his boyfriend’s lips before turning around and straddling him so that Louis’s hard cock is right in front of his face. His tongue darts out of his mouth before he can even help himself and he licks at the precome beading up at the tip, making Louis hiss behind him.“You’re so good at that,” he hears Louis murmur. “Why don’t you show me what you can do with that pretty mouth of yours, hm?”Harry whines, feeling vulnerable because he can’t see Louis and his arse is just on fucking display right in front of Louis’s face, but he dips down obediently and takes the head of Louis’s cock in between his lips, sucking gently before sinking a bit further down.Louis groans, his hips jerking up a bit, and the next instant Harry hears the telltale snick of a bottle cap and closes his eyes, brow furrowing in happy anticipation as he relaxes his throat and tongues up the side of Louis’s cock. Harry gets what he wants seconds later when he feels slick fingers rubbing lube all around the outside of his hole, applying enough pressure to tease but not enough to actually press inside.He moans around Louis’s cock and pushes his bum back, trying to get Louis’s fingers inside, but all he gets for his efforts is a sharp spank from Louis’s clean hand that has Harry very nearly biting down on his mouthful.“Don’t be greedy,” Louis admonishes him. Fuck, Harry’s going to be greedy for the rest of the fucking year if that’s the response it gets him. “Keep going, babe. Watch the teeth.”Harry blushes, pulling off for just a second to tuck his teeth behind his lips before swallowing Louis down again, breathing through his nose before sinking far enough down that he can’t breathe at all. This is what Louis wants, apparently, because as soon as Harry takes him deep into his throat, Louis spreads Harry’s arse cheeks apart and pushes one wet finger inside him.Harry tries to moan, but Louis’s cock is too far down his throat for him to produce any noise other than a choked-off gurgle.Louis laughs, starting to move his finger in and out. “Sound so pretty.”Harry almost gags, moving his hands up and wrapping them around Louis’s thighs to ground himself. He shudders as he feels the slight drag of his hole against Louis’s skin, Louis’s finger warm and solid inside him, and it’s so good.When Harry pulls up just enough so that he can breathe through his nose again, though, Louis stops moving his finger. Harry whines around the cock in his mouth, wanting to shove back again but not daring to, feeling like an animal in heat. Louis keeps his finger still, kneading at Harry’s arse with his clean hand, and in order to stop himself from making any more truly embarrassing noises Harry takes Louis back into his throat, the thick cock muffling his moans.As soon as Harry does so, Louis starts moving his finger again. Harry can’t help but wonder if this is a coincidence or if this… means something, like he’s getting rewarded or - fuck, trained or something, and the thought is so shamefully and mind-blowingly hot that he feels his cock jump where it’s curved up hard against his belly.“Fuck,” Louis hisses, twisting his finger just enough to have Harry jerking in surprise before he adds a second finger. He had seemed a bit - nervous to do this, at first, like he was nervous of actually hurting Harry, but with perhaps the last few coherent thoughts he’ll have for a while, Harry thinks that Louis is really getting into it. Just to test his theory, Harry pulls off just enough so that he can breathe again, swallowing to soothe his sore throat and rubbing at Louis’s thighs. Sure enough, Louis keeps rubbing soothingly at Harry’s arse with his free hand, but he stops moving his fingers, keeping them motionless inside.“You get it?” Louis asks roughly, reading his mind.Harry nods quickly, muffling a sob of pleasure around Louis’s cock.“Smart boy,” says Louis approvingly. “You’re so good at this, love.”Harry is good at this, isn’t he? He preens and takes Louis back down his throat, every single inch until his nose is pressed to Louis’s balls and his eyes are watering.“God,” Louis bites out, starting to move his fingers again, more roughly this time. His hips jerk up a little, pushing his cock even further into Harry’s mouth, and Harry gags but stays down, his legs starting to shake. “Yeah, fucking - choke on it, yeah, fuck-”Harry shuts his eyes tightly as he almost collapses from arousal, but he wants to stay down long enough this time to earn a third finger, he just - he wants to be good, fuck-Just then, Louis’s fingers brush against his prostate and Harry does collapse, keeping Louis deep as his blood boils and spots start to pop behind his closed eyelids. He might be screaming if his throat wasn’t full of cock, but as it is, all that comes out is a muffled “Mmph!” that makes him sound pathetic and desperate.Louis’s fingers follow him and stay deep as Harry falls down onto his torso, paying special attention to his prostate now that he’s found it. Harry’s dick feels sticky from all the precome that’s blurting out where it’s pressed up against his tummy, and he wants that third finger but he has to pull off and get some air in when his vision starts to go blurry at the edges. When Louis stops moving his fingers this time, he leaves them resting right up against Harry’s prostate, so they’re still just there, teasing him and tickling him and making him feel like he has no control over himself.Harry licks up the side of Louis’s cock and then lets it slip out of his mouth, coughing a bit at the soreness in his throat. “Lou - Lou, please-”“Oh my god, your voice,” Louis groans, thumbing over his bum cheek. “Sound fucking wrecked.”“Please,” Harry tries again, his mind on one track and one track only.“You know what to do,” says Louis gently, but there’s an edge of steel underneath it that leaves no room for argument, and it’s that unfamiliar rush of fear racing through Harry’s veins that has him harder than he ever remembers being before.Harry takes a deep breath, lapping at the familiar warm head of Louis’s cock to calm himself, before swallowing him down again. Louis pushes in a third finger almost immediately after Harry relaxes his throat to take him in deep, and Harry doesn’t even make any noise this time, too focused on holding his breath and keeping Louis’s fingers moving. God, and he’s - he’s always loved giving head, that’s no secret, but he’s starting to associate the hot, thick length of Louis’s cock down his throat with attention to his arse, and as Louis starts to fuck his hips up in tiny increments, Harry wants more, he wants Louis to fuck his mouth and hold his head down while he chokes-“That’s enough,” Louis says suddenly, pulling his fingers out of Harry abruptly (but slowly enough that he isn’t hurt). Harry whines and continues to suck blissfully on Louis’s cock, feeling his hole flutter around empty air and thinking he could probably do this for the rest of his life and be happy about it.“I said enough.”The next instant Harry is being yanked forcibly off of Louis’s dick as Louis fists a hand in his hair and pulls hard, and Harry cries out in blissful, blissful pain as soon as his mouth is free. “Lou, Lou-”“You want more?” Louis asks, and Harry nods as much as he can considering his neck is bent back to the point of pain. “Little slutty of you, isn’t it?”“Nngh.” Harry knows what words are, he’s sure of it, but he can’t think of any that could possibly get across how he’s feeling right now. He glances down at Louis’s spit-wet cock and can’t seem to focus on anything other than how badly he wants it back in his mouth.Louis laughs, then finally lets go of Harry’s hair, pushing Harry off of him and leaning over to rummage through the paper bag on the other side of the bed. Harry lies very still on his side, trying not to move at all - he’s afraid that the next brush of the bedspread against his cock is going to make him come. “Turn onto your back,” Louis instructs him, leaning back over and pressing a light kiss to Harry’s lips. Harry does as he’s told, shutting his eyes tightly at the embarrassing way his cock bobs once he’s settled, like it’s grown a mind of its own and is consciously seeking Louis’s touch. “Christ, you’re hard,” Louis observes.Harry swallows hard and nods. His throat is really, really sore, but it was fucking worth it.“Okay, so, I was looking some stuff up and - Harry, are you listening? Harry, look at me.”Harry opens his eyes, clenching his hands into fists to help get some of the shame out instead. Louis strokes his clean hand over Harry’s cheek, and it feels so good that Harry’s eyes threaten to flutter closed again.“I just want to make sure you’re okay with this, so. So. There’s this thing called a… a zipper? And it’s basically when you put a lot of pegs on someone’s skin but link them all together with a rope or something so that you can pull them off at once.”Harry’s sure he and Louis both see the way Harry’s dick twitches violently at that idea. Jesus, Harry didn’t even know that was a thing. “You’d put them on my nipples, too?”“One of many places I’d put them. Is that… is that ok?”“Yeah, Lou, just fucking - do it, okay-”(Harry would let Louis do literally anything to him, but he does appreciate that Louis feels the need to ask.)“Alright, alright,” Louis laughs, bending down to kiss him. Before it can turn into a proper snog, though, Louis is gone, kissing down the column of Harry’s throat and mouthing at his collarbones before finally reaching his chest and taking one of Harry’s nipples into his hot little mouth.“Ah,” Harry moans, his back arching as Louis nibbles at the skin around the sensitive bud. One of Louis’s hands comes up to shove Harry back down, pressing the upper half of his body into the bed and making him take it. Harry squirms and moans until Louis finally draws off, leaving Harry’s nipple bright red and hard.“Can’t believe there was a time I didn’t play with these every day,” Louis says conversationally, picking up one of the clothes pegs and pinching it open, fitting it near the center of the piece of twine. Harry’s cock twitches and his body tenses, apprehensive of the pain but so fucking ready for it.He closes his eyes right before the peg closes over his nipple, not able to watch, but the pain that bursts through his nerves at the harsh pinch of his sensitive nipple is enough to make Harry’s eyes fly right back open again. He whimpers loudly, gritting his teeth together as his leg kicks out reflexively.“S’it hurt too much?” Louis asks, a concerned note in his voice.Harry shakes his head. “Just - just - s’good.”“Good,” says Louis, his mouth twisting into a smirk. “‘Cause there’s, like, thirty more.”Harry tries to keep his breathing steady, but he can hear his heart pounding in his ears with excitement. Because Louis started out on Harry’s right nipple, he continues by attaching pegs all down the right side of Harry’s torso, making sure the string of twine is connecting all of them. He puts one on the extra nipple on Harry’s right side after pinching it hard until Harry starts to tear up, and by the time Louis has attached the last one down by the thin, sensitive skin of Harry’s hip, Harry has tears running down his face and his chest is heaving.It just - it hurts so much, little different bits of Harry’s skin getting pinched and making different nerves go haywire, but the concept of it is so fucking hot that his cock, which hasn’t gone soft one bit from the pain, is messily dribbling precome all over his abs. Harry’s been fisting his hands so tightly in the bedsheets that his knuckles have started to hurt.“Halfway done,” Louis announces, grinning when Harry moans pitifully. “This is more fun than I thought it would be. How’re you feeling, darling?”“Alright,” Harry manages to grit out, surprised at how thick his voice has gotten from trying to hold the tears in.“Just alright?” Louis asks, pretending to pout. He leans forward, careful not to jostle the line of pegs running up Harry’s torso, and kisses Harry lightly on the lips. “Thought you wanted it to hurt, yeah?”“I do,” Harry insists, his voice catching as a fresh wave of pain shivers up his spine. “I really - it feels - Lou.”Louis smiles, kissing him on the cheek, and then moves his lips down to Harry’s left nipple. “Good.”Harry watches him close his lips around it, biting his own lip at how good it feels and how good Louis looks with his lips pursed and his eyelashes fluttering.The other half of the piece of twine is still protruding out from the peg attached to Harry’s nipple, and Harry shudders when he realizes that almost the whole length of it is going to be covered in pegs pinching his skin. Louis bites his nipple, then, and Harry yelps loudly as his cock twitches wetly in the slick mess of precome that’s coated his abdomen.“Shh,” Louis murmurs, pulling off and pressing a sweet final kiss to Harry’s nipple. “The others have rooms on either side of ours, H. No need to disturb them, yeah?”“C-Can’t help it,” Harry chokes out, watching warily as Louis picks up another peg and measures out the twine so it can comfortably stretch from Harry’s right nipple to his left without hurting Harry any further. When Louis fixes the peg to Harry’s left nipple, though, he lets out a very quiet scream at the fresh pain and throws his head back.“Your cock’s getting so wet,” he hears Louis say, and it makes his face burn even more. “Are you close?”Harry bites his lip and nods, not wanting to hear what his voice would sound like at this point.“Mmm,” murmurs Louis, sounding almost disappointed. Harry’s whole body is crawling with shame and burning up with arousal at the same time. “Why don’t you get yourself off now while I’m still setting you up? Want you to last a bit longer when I’m fucking you.”“Louis, I-”“Let me rephrase. Get yourself off while I finish the rest of these. It’s not a suggestion.”Harry swallows hard, sure that only a stroke or two will be enough to send him hurtling over the edge. He locks eyes with Louis and is almost shocked at how dark the other boy’s have become - Louis is really getting into this, more than Harry thought he would, and it’s really fucking hot.Louis looks at him expectantly until Harry’s lower lip wobbles and he wraps a hand around his dick, almost bucking up automatically at how hot and sensitive he is. Apparently satisfied, Louis then goes back to his task of affixing the remaining fourteen pegs to Harry’s left side.Harry only makes it six more pegs before he comes, spurting onto his stomach and butterfly tattoo as his hips jerk up uncontrollably. He starts crying silently before the orgasm’s even over, because - well, fuck, he doesn’t really know why, it’s just. He just feels so fucking humiliated like this, pinned down with almost thirty fucking clothes pegs clipped to his torso because he’s a freak and he wants it to hurt, and the fact that what made him come was the humiliation is too shameful to take without crying.He’s a fucking mess, he just came all over himself and now he’s crying like a child-“Hey,” Louis says, making Harry blink his wet eyes open and try to focus on Louis’s face. “You’re - you’re alright, yeah? You remember what I said?”Harry doesn’t. He shakes his head, more tears leaking out of his eyes as he feels his own come start to cool on his stomach.“That everyone likes what they like? It’s not - you don’t have to feel bad about it. ‘Specially because it’s fucking hot, okay.”Harry sniffles and nods, suddenly recalling the conversation he and Louis had two weeks earlier when he’d first admitted that he wanted Louis to make him cry. “But don’t stop touching yourself, babe. Want you to stay hard,” Louis adds, and it’s just the spark of arousal Harry needs, because that’s - that’s going to hurt, too.So he keeps moving his hand over himself even after he’s come, feels his cock try to go soft even as his hand keeps drawing blood back into it, and the dull, throbbing oversensitivity of it just adds to the constant thrum of pain pain pain coming from his torso. He barely feels the pinch of each one of the rest of the pegs, just knows that it hurts and he loves it and he’s hard again - wait, no, he’s still hard, he never got soft - and he’s crying even louder now but probably couldn’t keep quiet even if someone was holding a gun to his head.He doesn’t notice when Louis stops clipping the pegs on. His entire mind has been reduced to a jumble of hurts Louis hurts Louis noise hurts bad Louis hurts plus a vague awareness of the pain in his cock.Harry thinks he might hear something else over his own sobs, but it takes several tries for the new noise to break through the crushing headspace he’s found himself in. Finally,“Harry?”That’s his name.“Mmm?”“How are you feeling, darling? You’re worrying me a bit.”Harry frowns, syrupy and slow. Why is he worrying Louis? “Why.”“You seem - um, even more under than you usually go. I told you you could stop touching yourself, but you - you didn’t, you just kept crying and wanking off, and it - it must hurt, yeah?”Harry nods, alarmed, and immediately takes his hand off of his dick. It helps to clear his head a little bit - that amount of pain had been almost too much, even for him.“Better?”“Yeah,” Harry gets out, wiping his hand off on the bedsheet before gripping it tightly. He looks down at himself, blinking away some of his tears even as he continues to cry softly, and sees that there are, indeed, thirty clothes pegs attached to his torso, all connected by the same length of twine. And they’re all going to - Louis is going to-Harry literally can’t even imagine surviving all of them being pulled off at once, but if no one died in the porn Louis obviously watched to research this, Harry supposes he’ll be alright too.“You look so good like this,” Louis says, bending down to kiss him. Harry lets Louis completely dominate the kiss, too exhausted to do anything else besides suck weakly on Louis’s tongue. Louis tugs at his hair just the tiniest bit, enough to remind Harry who’s in charge and make him shudder.When Louis’s mouth detaches from Harry’s and the other boy sits up, Harry sees him grab for the lube that had gotten tangled in the sheets and open it, slicking his cock up generously. Harry’s managed to quiet down by now, but his chest is heaving with the effort of getting enough air in with the fast, shallow breaths he’s taking to avoid disturbing the pegs and further pinching his skin, and he’s starting to feel light-headed.“Lou,” Harry whispers, parting his legs automatically as Louis fits himself in between them.“Mmm?” Louis answers, brushing his thumbs reverently over the soft skin of Harry’s inner thighs as he helps him spread his legs.“I love you,” Harry tells him, only sniffling a little by this point.Louis smiles. “I love you too, babe.”With that, Louis starts to push inside, and since Harry’s every nerve has been heightened by the confusing paradox of sensations running through his body for the last hour, he just can’t fucking handle it, especially once the head of Louis’s cock pops past the tight rim of Harry’s hole and the rest of his shaft slides smoothly inside in one go.“God,” Harry moans, arching his back at the sudden pressure and fullness inside him. “Oh - fuck, fuck, oh my god-”“Shh,” Louis shushes him, sounding a bit overwhelmed himself. He can’t - it doesn’t compare, though, Harry literally can’t keep quiet, if he doesn’t let this all out he’s going to die-“I can’t, Lou, Lou, I can’t-”“Okay,” breathes Louis, drawing back and shallowly thrusting back inside. Harry might pass out. “Okay, fuck, that’s - that’s.”As Louis picks up speed, fucking into Harry’s body deeper and deeper with each thrust, Harry gets louder and louder. He genuinely can’t help it, and the absolute most he can do is turn his head and try to muffle his screams by biting into his own bicep. This works well until Louis changes the angle just a bit and hits his cock right up against Harry’s prostate, at which point Harry screams - literally screams - and starts crying again.“There?” he hears Louis ask excitedly, like Louis has stopped caring about the noise as well and doesn’t care if the entire floor hears them.“Yeah, yeah, there, fuck - fu-uck-”The only reason Harry hasn’t come yet is because he’s already come once tonight, so as it is he lets himself be pushed up toward the head of the bed over and over again as Louis fucks him hard, gripping onto his thighs for purchase. The headboard starts knocking against the wall at some point but neither of them care, too caught up in each other and the whirlwind of arousal that’s swept them both up.There’s one point, though, when Harry realizes that the sobs ripping out of him as he’s being fucked kind of sound like - like hurt sobs. Like, bad sobs. Non-consensual sobs. And, fuck, he tries to stop crying, but his body doesn’t seem to be under his control anymore, so he does the next best thing and asks Louis to stop it for him.Well, sort of.“Choke me,” Harry ends up gasping out, his back arching up again when Louis is particularly relentless against his prostate. “God, fucking - d-don’t let me - noise.”“Babe,” Louis grits out, a fond note to his voice as he hitches Harry’s hips up higher and starts fucking into him at a deeper angle. The loud, helpless, guttural groan that Harry lets out as Louis handles him like a plaything seems to make Louis reconsider, though.“Can’t fucking - help it, can’t you?” he spits out, grinning as Harry’s cries get even louder.“C-Can’t,” Harry agrees, sobbing as Louis’s nails dig into the soft skin of his thighs and add another layer of pain. “Please, you - fuck.”Quick as a flash, one of Louis’s hands drops his thigh and shoots out instead to cover Harry’s mouth. He overestimates a little, though, and ends up covering Harry’s nose as well, which. He can’t breathe.The scorching hot wave of arousal that rockets through Harry’s body at this realization makes him groan into Louis’s hand with the last of the air left in his lungs as his back arches and his arms flail.“Shit, sorry,” Louis breathes, moving his hand so it’s only covering Harry’s mouth. Harry stares up at him, eyes wide, and sucks in air noisily through his nose.“Liked it,” Harry tries to mumble into Louis’s palm.“Liked it?” Louis manages to translate. Harry nods, his eyes rolling back as Louis hits his prostate head-on with a particularly well-aimed thrust. “Liked - oh, the - choking?”Harry nods again.“God, w-well - tell me when you’re - close, okay?”Harry nods a final time, and Louis keeps his hand very, very nearly covering Harry’s nose as he continues to fuck him hard, the sound of skin slapping against skin almost shamefully loud in the foreign hotel room. Harry has to really work to get enough air in, and the way his chest has to heave combined with the brutal thrusts of Louis’s cock inside him mean the clothes pegs are pinching all over his torso as they’re tossed about and jostled. God, Harry doesn’t even know why, but the fact that he can’t quite breathe properly is getting him so close to coming so fucking fast, like he has to focus on breathing instead of on staving off his orgasm, so it just - sneaks up on him, because fuck, he’s so fucking close-“Close,” he moans into Louis’s hand, pointing down at his cock to demonstrate.“Me too,” Louis gasps, his eyes gleaming dark and feral, “yeah, fuck, me too, gonna-”With that, Louis takes his hand off of Harry’s mouth and nose and, before Harry can even get a proper breath in, grabs the two ends of the zipper with both of his hands and pulls.“Fu-uck-” Harry groans, words cutting off in his throat as his back arches obscenely and he starts to come helplessly and untouched, a scream ripping its way out in place of words as pain tears up both sides of his torso and his head spins from the return of oxygen. Once the zipper gets to his nipples and those pegs are ripped off, though, the pain overwhelms Harry to the point where his vision blurs and he faintly hears himself cut off mid-scream, and then everything goes black.xxxThe next thing Harry knows, he’s waking up clean and dry and pain-free, snuggled under the covers in the dark with Louis holding him close.“Harry?”“Mmnh,” Harry groans. His mouth feels dry and mildly disgusting, and his throat is sore, now that he thinks about it.“Oh, thank god,” Louis mumbles, hugging him tightly. Harry squirms happily. “I was starting to get, like, actually worried.”“Why?”“Harry, you passed out for twenty minutes."That’s a bit surprising to hear.“I know you - well, fuck, I hope you liked it, but I think we need to do some more research before we do anything like that again,” says Louis.Harry frowns. Louis is never this serious. “Of course I liked it, Lou, Jesus, I came so hard I passed out for half an hour.”“No, but it was - it was fucking scary, babe, you were like - limp. Completely fucking useless and unresponsive. Imagine if you had me like that, how you’d feel.”That’s a good point. “But I don’t, like - that was fucking hot, okay. The rest of it. Shit. I just think we should maybe do, like, some looking around on the web and, um, just talking about. What we can do, can’t do, y’know. That sort of thing,” Louis continues“I wanna do that again,” Harry says, because it’s the only thought that’s managed to really fully form in his brain since he woke up.“One-track mind, you have,” complains Louis, kissing his forehead. “You’re right, though, I guess we can talk about this more in the morning.”Harry nods emphatically. “Sleep now.”They share a lazy goodnight kiss and a few more whispered endearments before they finally drift off to sleep.xxxThe next afternoon, after a lazy morning in bed, all five boys clamber onto the tour bus to head on over to where they’ll be filming their acceptance videos.Harry isn’t sure if the other three boys heard them, but if the way Zayn, Liam, and Niall are looking at Harry and Louis is any indication, they definitely did. Oops. Well, Zayn watches tentacle porn, so Harry can’t quite find it in himself to really feel ashamed, can he?He can’t find it in himself to feel anything but love, actually. Harry loves Louis so much. That’s all he’s been able to think since he woke up, how much he loves Louis and how close he wants to be to him always, so that’s all Harry’s been doing - clinging to Louis. It’s lots of fun.After they get to the studio and go through hair, makeup, and dress checks, it’s time to film the video for their acceptance speech of Best British Group. “They want you to do some sort of silly challenge for each award,” Ben tells the group as he hands Harry a golden card. “This is for the first one,” he continues, handing Zayn a bowl. Zayn looks inside, shrugs, and puts it down on the floor next to their chairs.At the start of the recording, all five of them greet the future group gathered for the awards show. “Hi Wembley!” Harry says cheerfully. Niall whoops out loud and the other boys make happy noises.“We just found out that we just won, um, Best Group Award. Apparently, we have to do a forfeit before we can get the award, though, so uh, let’s see what Radio 1 has come up with,” Harry says, opening the gold envelope.His eyes scan over it for a quick millisecond and he hopes - hopes - that all the color doesn’t drain from his face, because-“The forfeit is called Peg Face,” Harry reads before he can think too much about it, blundering on while every panic mechanism in his body is firing at once. “Attach the clothes pegs to your faces” (fuck, is that what’s in the bowl?) “and the one who gets the most gets to accept the award.”
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Harry studiously avoids catching Louis’s eye while he picks up the bowls sent from Satan himself and lets the five of them help themselves to brightly colored plastic clothes pegs, afraid that if he looks at Louis he’ll just fucking lose it. Fuck, these things made him come yesterday, and he still has the red, sore nipples and little pinch marks on his torso to prove it. Fucking shit.Niall and Liam start out strong, apparently eager to win; Zayn doesn’t seem particularly interested in hurting himself, so he goes much slower. Harry can hear Louis rambling about something, probably running his mouth in an effort to distract himself from the fact that he made Harry come with these last night, but Harry isn’t having as much luck hiding the shock on his face. He hopes it doesn’t show through too badly on the video as he dumbly tries to clip a couple pegs onto his cheek, and just prays that it’s over quickly.xxxHarry’s so off and out of it for the rest of the day that the other boys stage an intervention and eventually get it out of him and Louis what they were up to last night, and Zayn, Liam and Niall don’t stop giving the two of them shit about it for weeks.