His first week back to school had been tiring to put it simply. Even though he had studied for his tests for two weeks straight, it would still take a while to fall back into the habit of regular reading.

The weekend was a welcome relief. His teachers were patient and helpful to the class, and the other students were all right he could say, not that he had done much socialising, even though Harry had asked him to get to know his fellow classmates.

Andrew was driving him to Harry's office for a change. The CPO had been slightly miffed about not having his boss's confirmation before driving Louis to his workplace, but he couldn't outright deny Louis either, his request was not out of place. Usually, Andrew would take him straight home where Louis had his prior instructions to follow- change, have a light snack, nap, study, and then he would be free to do as he pleased. But Harry hadn't set any rules for the weekend, and Andrew had to accept his request.

"You could at least try to hide your displeasure, Andrew," Louis mocked him by pulling a face, "You look like someone put salt in your coffee."

"That would be better than going against what Mr. Styles has asked of me, Sir."

He rolled his eyes and sighed, "Stop with the 'Sir' nonsense, already."

"I can't do that either, Sir," the hint of a smirk in the CPO's voice made Louis chuckle, it had taken a fair amount of teasing and irritating on Louis' side to get Andrew to drop some of his stoic professionalism.

He decided not to test the limit of teasing for now, the man could decide any moment to give no regard to his request and drive him back home, Louis did not want that.

The office building did not fail to intimidate him, just like the first time. Adapting to a life outside the academy still seemed far-fetched, but was better than the hell-hole that place had been.

He smiled politely at the ground floor receptionist and made his way to the lift, ignoring the muttering occurring right beside him, he shot Andrew a glare when the lift doors closed.

"He is not going to be cross with you for this, just relax, mate."

Andrew merely shook his head and got off on the fifth floor, going back to check on the security parameters and leaving Louis to ride alone for the rest of the floors above.

It gave him a moment to collect his thoughts, Andrew surely would have texted Harry that Louis wasn't going home, the man couldn't do one single thing without Harry's explicit order when it came to Louis.

He hoped his dom wouldn't mind him visiting.

Skylar, Harry's PA, smiled at him when he reached her desk.

"Is Harry in there?" He asked after greeting her.

"Just let me check that Mr. Styles isn't on a call," she pressed a button on the dial pad and waited for her boss to answer. "Mr. Styles, Mr. Tomlinson is here... of course, Sir, I'll send him right in."

She directed him to a door and Louis thanked her before pushing open the door, not bothering with knocking.

Harry was typing away on the keyboard, glancing up from the screen once to motion towards the chair. Louis dropped his bag on the couch near the door and sat opposite to the man, waiting quietly for Harry to finish his work, giving his chair tiny swivels and suppressing a smile each time Harry frowned as the tires squeaked against the floor.

He stopped when a warning glare was shot his way, pouting at the huge glass window behind his dominant's figure. His huffs and groans of boredom were resolutely ignored. Maybe he should have gone home, he hadn't even received a kiss, what was the point of coming here.

Minutes ticked by and Louis felt dejected, he considered saying goodbye to Harry and walk out of the office. It might get him in trouble later, but it would also get him the attention he craved.

But his planning didn't need execution.

"You still with me, lovely?" Harry's voice snapped him out, he drew his gaze away from the birds flying outside and back to his dominant's eyes.

"Apparently," he spoke with an exaggerated pout, rolling his eyes when the man chuckled.

"Come here."

Louis went around the table and stopped to stand between Harry's parted legs, letting the man take hold of his hands and place a kiss at the backside of each.

"What can I do for you, Pet?"

"I don't suppose you could be persuaded to go out somewhere, I'm bored and hungry."

"I'm sorry, love," Harry stood in front of him, cradling his cheek and placing a fleeting kiss to his lips, "I've got a meeting in half an hour, I will ask Skylar to order something for you."

Louis shrugged, "That's that then." He flattened his palms down Harry's shoulders, resting them over his pectoral, "But half an hour, what all could we do in that?"

He smirked when Harry's gaze dropped to his lips, "What all, indeed."

He pulled the man down by the front of his shirt, giggling when Harry bit his lip.

"Careful now, don't ruin my shirt before the meeting," the dominant warned.

"You could just take it off, Sir," his fingers itched to feel the skin underneath it. "One stone, two birds."

"And risk my secretary walking in on us. Scandalous, Pet."

Louis hummed and nuzzled against the man's throat, kissing up to his jaw, "A scandal sounds interesting."

"Tell you what," Harry tipped his chin up, pressing his thumb against Louis' lips which he greedily sucked on, "Be a good boy till I get back from the meeting, have your lunch, finish your assignments from today, and I'll lock the door and fuck your brains out-"

Louis whimpered, eyes fluttering close as he hollowed his cheeks and suckled at the tip of Harry's thumb.

"- then take you out for dinner and fuck you again when we get back home. Sounds good?"

Harry pulled his thumb out and pressed it against Louis' throat.

"Sounds perfect, Sir," he replied, opening up quickly to the lips pressing against his own. He kept his hands firmly on the man's shoulders, not wanting to crease the shirt just yet, he would get his chance later. He moaned as a tongue caressed his own, hands sliding down to his arse and pulling him forward. His cock pressed against Harry's thigh, making his breath catch in his throat. The dominant's groan urged him to move his hand to the front of Harry's crotch and press down.

"Fuck, not now, Pet," Harry admonished with a chaste spank to his behind.

Louis agreed reluctantly, stealing another quick kiss before moving back to his chair, adjusting himself in his pants and chuckling when he saw Harry do the same.

"Menace," Harry said with a fond look on his face.

Harry brought his bag over to him before picking the receiver and asking Skylar to order a chicken sandwich.

"Thanks," he smiled at the dominant, letting his eyes feast on his fit form as Harry donned his coat.

"Help yourself to some tea, I'll see you in an hour or two, my love." Harry pressed a kiss to his hair after he nodded and went on his way.

Skylar entered the office quickly and packed Harry's laptop, carrying the case after the man.

He wondered how it might feel to be this powerful, of having control over so many people. Shuddering, he banished the thought, he was quite comfortable being controlled over rather than the opposite.

He walked around the table with his books and settled himself in Harry's chair, spreading his notes, he began working on his History assignment.

Skylar came in again half an hour later with his lunch, and prepared tea for him even though he insisted that he would do it on his own.

He was careful not to get any crumbs or stains on the furniture, wouldn't do him any good to upset his dominant.

The clock moved slowly as he finished one assignment and then moved on to the next.

-

With his knees tucked to his chest, shoes discarded in a corner, hands cradling his second cup of tea, Louis sat gazing out the window. He had completed his work and had sent them to his professors.

It was nearing to three since Harry had been gone and Louis was once again bored out his mind.

He jumped when he felt two hands on his shoulders, having not heard the door open or close.

"You look good in my seat," the dominant pressed a kiss under his ear.

"Well, I look good everywhere."

"That you do, Pet," Harry agreed, turning him around in the chair, "Are you tired? We can grab dinner and head home if you are."

"Nuh-uh," he placed his cup on the table and pulled the man down by his tie, "You promised me something else, and I'm going to get it from you."

"Are you?" Harry asked, amused, "And how might that go down?"

"You'll see," Louis murmured, hand snaking into the dominant's hair to tug him into a kiss.

Harry hummed delightfully, letting Louis take charge for a while.

Louis whined in frustration when he got no further than kissing, his wrists gripped firmly when he tried to take off the man's coat.

"I've got something for you," Harry whispered, pulling away. Louis watched as the man took a small box out of a drawer and handed it to him, "Going to keep you full of my come till we get home."

Louis opened the box carefully, face flushing as he saw a plug with a rose coloured gem at the end.

"It was gift for later, but this seems a better occasion to use it," Harry offered him a hand and pulled him out of the chair, turning him around swiftly with his arms trapped between their bodies as he faced the clear glass. "You want me to fuck you right here? Do you suppose someone from any of these other buildings could look up here and watch you at the mercy of my cock?"

Louis' breath hitched at the thought, his pants tenting at the image; him against the window with Harry fucking into him, or the dominant holding him up, or him on his knees to service at the man's feet.

"Pity, though, that it's a one way looking glass. What a shame," Harry said, clearly catching his line of thoughts. "Strip and stand by the window."

He had to take a moment to connect his brain to his body, the dominant's words leaving him disoriented. He took off his t-shirt and jeans, folding them carefully before walking over to the huge window. His heart was beating dangerously in his chest, even if no one could see them, the illusion of it dried his throat. It was exhilarating, standing naked with his dominant having a complete view of his body, of looking down at people who seem entirely too small, of the idea of someone looking at them.

He gasped when he felt fingers lightly travelling down his arm.

"So beautiful, my darling," Harry breathed, pressing himself along Louis' back.

The man was completely dressed still, save for the coat, but Louis could still feel his arousal.

Harry wound an arm around his waist, pressing his lips to the side of Louis' neck, "So perfect."

Hands mapped the side of his torso, caressing his waist before travelling up to his nipples to pull and tease them.

"Imagine all these people watching you like this," Harry murmured, "So aroused and needy, so desperate." Louis cried out when the dominant twisted his nipple. "Watching you submit to pain and pleasure." A flick to make him gasp. "But they don't, do they? They don't get to watch you. You are mine to look at, mine to provide pleasure, mine to control, aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir," Louis replied, fingers lightly curling around the dominant's wrists, "Only yours."

"Good boy," Harry kissed his shoulder, "Hands on the glass and part your legs, Pet."

His chest rose and fell as the dominant knelt behind him, running fingers up the inside of his thighs and groping at his cheeks to part them. He shuddered with a moan at the flick of a tongue at his hole. He couldn't have kept the noises in check even if he had wanted to as Harry lapped at his opening with intent.

The pressure on his cock took him entirely by surprise, making him chock on a gasp, but that did not deter the man.

"Sir, please."

"Begging so soon, Pet?" Harry teased, his finger replacing his tongue, abandoning his cock once again, other hand holding him effectively in place.

"Need you," Louis whined, looking over his shoulder and moaning at the unmistakable desire on his dominant's face.

Harry stood up and pulled a small tube out of his pocket, squirting some of the sticky material on his fingers. Louis sighed in bliss as two fingers breached his hole, hands leaving the glass and holding onto the sturdy arm around his middle.

His lips were secured in a kiss as fingers worked inside him, soon joined by a third, making it difficult for him to stay still. His unordered movements were stilled by a pinch to his nipple, head falling back on the dominant's shoulder.

"You are exquisite, my love," Harry spoke, kissing the long expanse of his neck. Pulling our his fingers, he picked Louis with easy grace, carrying him over to the couch.

Louis watched with parted lips as the dominant undressed, giggling excitedly when his eyes landed on Harry's cock, "Let me get it wet, Sir."

"You minx," the man chuckled, lubing up his prick, "How about you ride it, lovely?" Harry asked, sitting on the couch and offering him a hand.

"Even better," he climbed into Harry's lap hurriedly, winding his arms around the man's shoulders. He giggled when Harry placed light kisses on his lips. Nuzzling against his cheek, he pressed a fleeting kiss to the dominant's jaw and then pushed him to rest against the couch, taking hold of his cock to slowly sink down on the thick girth. "Fuck, so good."

He bit his lip and steadied himself with his palms pressing on Harry's chest, rutting his hips back and forth, enjoying the groans of pleasure from his dominant.

Harry directed his hips up and down in a slow pace, mapping his body with delicate touches once he fell into the rhythm. Their moans mingled with the light slapping of skin, gasps weaving their way out.

His face settled into the crook of Harry's neck to bite down when the man gave a sudden thrust.

The dominant cursed and pinned his arms behind his back, taking back control and thrusting up into his body.

"Christ!" Louis cried at a particular hard thrust, panting with his eyes rolling back.

Harry pulled his head back by his hair to claim his mouth in a hungry kiss, letting go of his wrists to grope his arse.

The sound of their gasps and skin against skin added to the pleasure directed at his prostate. "Sir, please..." he could feel the tears of pleasure trying to slide down his cheeks, "...fuck!"

"Come with me, Pet," Harry commanded gently, stroking his cock in time with his thrusts, and Louis didn't need to be told again.

He came with a cry, body shuddering and hole squeezing around the thick cock inside him.

He heard Harry moan his name and still as he came inside Louis, holding him close.

Louis fell lax above his dominant, both of them catching their breaths.

"God," Harry chuckled lightly, "You are amazing, baby."

He felt floaty but still managed to smile.

"It's alright, rest for a while, I'll take care of you, Pet."

He wanted to tell Harry that he always did, but the foggy cloud won and he let himself fly away with it.

-

As he came back to his surroundings, it was to Harry's coat wrapped around him, along with his dominant's strong arms holding him. He whimpered when he felt the plug in its place, it felt too good, carrying a promise of another round when they got home.

"Hey, love," Harry whispered, smiling when Louis met his gaze.

"Hey, you," he smiled back, lifting his hand to tug a lock of Harry's hair.

"How are you feeling?"

"Splendid."

"Good," Harry kissed his forehead. "I suppose I'll have to keep a few more toys around if you plan to visit regularly."

"That I do, so yes," he grinned.

"My naughty pet."

"Yes, yours."

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