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I feel like I owe you guys a spicy scene before I start the downward slope on this story. Thank you all for being so patient with me and then getting super excited when I finally do post something. This story really has been so fun to write, and I think even once I complete it, I might still surprise you guys with chapters. I just don't want to have it ongoing and have you all wait when it's not timetable when I will update. 

I think the element of surprise might be fun, hehe. 


The first thing that happens when they walk in to the bedroom is Louis getting pushed back on the bed, aggressively. Fuck, he loves this. 

"You're pretty sexy right now, love," he decides to comment, smirking, rising up on his elbows as he watches Harry rip his shirt over his head. 

Harry rolls his eyes and steps forward, easily slotting himself on to Louis lap and pushing him back down on the mattress. "I want you to fuck me." 

"That can definitely happen. Yes, it indeed can." 

Harry hinges at the waist and tucks his face into Louis' neck, sucking a mark along the curve of his jaw while his hips begin rotating at a slow pace. Louis' eyes roll to the back of his head, biting back a moan as his hands reach out to slap against Harry's ass. Fuck Harry and his stupid no spanks rule.

"Oh, fuck, you are an angel," Louis calls out, biting his lip harder when Harry starts rotating his hips in a different direction, grinding them down to create an intense friction in his pants. He lets out a breath and squeezes Harry's ass tighter. "Not that I oppose to what's happening," He breathes out, eyes slipping close when Harry kisses down the length of his neck. "But it's your birthday, shouldn't I be worshipping you?" 

Harry stops, pulls his head back, and pouts. "You gave me a whole album for my birthday. I think it's rightfully so if you fuck my brains out."

"Is that so?" Louis questions, relaxing, a smirk splaying his lips as he rests his arms under neath his head. 

He is not opposed to the sight of a horny Harry grinding his ass on to his lap. Louis quite enjoys it. 

"Every song on the album is about me, Louis. Me. I could give you anything right now if you asked me too." 

Louis raises an eyebrow, hands shifting up Harry's back. "You give me everything already. You give me mind blowing sex. You give me a baby. You give me love. You give me happiness. You give me the best marriage. You give me a nice ass.  You give me head - " 

"Is there a point to this?" Harry interrupts. 

"I'm saying you deserve an album about you." 

"And you deserve whatever sex you want." 

Louis chokes. "Anything?" 

"Any-thing," Harry hints, biting his lip coyly, hips starting to gyrate again. 

Louis groans and tilts his head back, hands now squeezing Harry's hips. "Fuck, you know I have a weakness of you riding me. It's my favorite sight." 

"I can manage that." 

Something then jolts inside Louis, and he quickly looks up. "Hold on, before we start and you go into your subby space - " Harry frowns - " Where is my child?" 

Harry rolls his eyes, scooting his ass back on Louis' lap so he's covering more of his clothed cock. Louis twitches at the movement, and Harry runs his hands underneath Louis' shirt so he can toy with his perky nipples. "Niall has him." He bends down again and starts kissing his neck. "Are you going to fuck me, daddy, or what?"

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"Oh, please say that again. My dirty boy." 

"Daddy."

Louis licks his lips as he sneaks his hands down the back of Harry's sweats. "Are you going to put on a good show for me?" 

"Yes, daddy I will."

It takes every ounce of Louis to not combust. Harry really is his sex angel. He loves his husband so fucking much. 

"You're just an orgasm in the making." 

Harry raises an eyebrow, pulling back a little. "Thank you ... I suppose?" 

"Get naked for me. It's been a long couple of weeks without my dick in your ass. I miss the feeling. I miss being inside you. My semen has been so lonely." 

Harry closes his eyes, fighting a giggle. "You're ridiculous." 

"Don't act like you don't miss being full of me. I know what kind of dreams you have there, baby. You sleep mumble, and you miss my cock." 

"I do not." 

"Yes, you do. It's okay, Tommo Junior missed you too." 

Harry huffs as he raises up on his knees, scooting back so he can give Louis proper room. "Just get naked for me. I can't ride you in your Spiderman jammies." 

"That would be hot." 

Harry rolls his eyes, and he goes about taking the rest of his clothes off. Louis is quick in ripping his shirt over his head and yanking his bottoms off his legs, now laying out bare on the mattress and waiting for Harry to finish getting undressed. He's only got a loose pair of sweats on, and when he goes to slowly slide them down his legs, Louis' brows shoot up his hairline. 

Because, well, his husband is fucking amazing, and if it wasn't for the fact that Harry was about to ride him, then, well, Louis would probably fuck him over the side of the bed. Seriously. He's such a turn on. Everything about him. Instead of being naked, like Louis suspected, Harry's wearing a skirt, a black skirt to be exact, the same black skirt that Louis sells on his website for merchandise, and right in the bottom corner of the skirt, he sees his signature smiley face. And don't even get him started on the knee high socks Harry decided to go with. He knows he won't last very long at this rate. 

"Please tell me you're going to ride me in my merch?" 

Harry bites his lip and gets back on Louis' lap, skirt pooling around his waist and completely hiding the way Louis' cock rubs up against Harry's ass. 

"Fuck," he whispers. 

"Do you want me to, daddy?"

Louis is nodding before Harry even finishes. "Please. Just sit on my dick, I don't care if you break it at this point." 

"Gladly," Harry snorts. "Just one second." He raises up on his knees again and angles around, hand disappearing underneath his skirt before he's wincing and then pulling out a plug. 

Louis fucking dies. 

"You wore the plug," he mutters, covering his eyes. "Please, take my dick now. It's about to explode, and I would very much like to do that inside of you." 

Harry obliges, watching carefully as he takes a hold of Louis before he's slowly sinking down, his skirt covering everything dirty that's going on underneath. Louis loves this. He loves him. He loves sex. 

"I love sex with you," he blurts out, fingers digging in to Harry's side once he starts moving. "I love you." 

Harry smiles as he begins a slow rhythm of rising and falling on his knees, brows knitted together when the feeling of pleasure begins to build deep int he pit of his stomach. "I love you too, daddy." 

At the sound of the word falling past Harry's lips, Louis grips on to him tighter, and snaps his hips, effectively punching the air out of Harry. He smirks and does it again, every time Harry starts to lower on his knees, and fuck, it feels so good to feel the way he moves inside of Harry. He loves it, he's always loved it. Harry feels so fucking good, and he could have Harry ride him for hours, especially if he's going to wear his merch. 

"Happy fucking birthday to you. I'm putting a baby inside you." 

Harry all but preens and starts rocking his hips faster. "Go for it, daddy." 

Louis doesn't have it in him to respond, instead, he wraps his arms around Harry's waist, yanks him down for a kiss, and then rolls them over so he can finish off by fucking in to Harry. 

Yeah, what a great fucking birthday. 



Haaaaaaaaaaa ! I forgot how much of a perv I made Louis hahaha but perv in a good way, of course. Anyway, this chapter really isn't much either, teehee. Let's see what the next one will be about. 

I think something more saucy too? 

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