louis thinks back at the past few months of his life as he sits on the sink in the locker room and kicks his legs back and forth. is this it? is this how life will be for him forever now?

he wouldn't have a problem with it if it stayed like this for a while. he's adjusted to being back at the club, things are smooth sailing, and life is good. he and harry are still glued to the hip, travelling and taking road trips any chance they get because there are way more things to see than los angeles.

seattle was great. they went to a handful of museums, rode the great wheel (where harry conned louis into doing the cliché kiss at the top), and visited the iconic space needle. the trip was a lot shorter than their chicago trip but it was worth it. calum agreed that a trip was probably nice for him. it got him out and about and he got to make memories with a loved one. he suggested that they make a bucket list for places they want to see. so far they have niagara falls, miami, louisville, nashville, new york city and detroit. there are a few international places louis would like to visit. all in due time.

"there you are." louis jumped at the sound of his partner's voice echoing through the locker run. he put a hand on his chest and calmed himself down before nodding.

"here. you scared me," he muttered.

harry cooed and shuffled toward him, placing his hands on the edge of the sink as he trapped louis between himself and the mirror. "sorry, baby. couldn't find you."

louis wraps his arms around harry's neck, twirling the small strands of hair resting at the nape of it. he trimmed his hair a bit, it's still long but the dead ends needed to be taken off. louis promised that if harry were to ever cut his hair that he would kick his ass.

"maybe i wanted to hide from you." the stripper hummed.

"bullshit. you snuck in my office earlier just to give me a kiss," harry chuckles. louis gave a proud nod before stealing another one from him. "i feel like you like my kisses more than me."

"you have really nice lips," louis shrugs. "especially when they're around-"

"hey now," harry warned. "watch it."

louis scrunched his nose in response. "what are you even doing in the locker room?"

"i'm bored."

"you're bored," louis repeated. "you're bored at a strip club?"

"because my gorgeous stripper boyfriend isn't out there doing his job; yes, i am in fact bored." his partner nods. "don't make me fire you for poor work ethic."

louis lets out a sigh of mock shame. "i'm sorry, boss. it won't happen again."

"better not."

harry grabs louis' chin to press a light kiss to his lips. louis tightens his arms around harry's neck and pulls him closer for another one, beaming in satisfaction when harry's other hand snaked under the skirt he was wearing to grip his thighs. he had harry wrapped around his finger without even trying.

louis pulls back from the kiss to place his mouth on harry's neck. just simple light kisses to acknowledge his presence, actually showing affection until harry squeezed his thigh. then he bit him.

harry clenched his jaw and gripped the back of louis' hair, pulling his head away from his neck. "don't even try it."

louis put on an innocent face. "try what?"

"you know what."

"fine," louis sighed. "i'll be good."

"that's my boy," harry released him. "i'll see you later, okay?"

"okay," louis says softly and slides off of the sink. "can we go on a double date this weekend? liam asked if we would like to join. he and the boys are going clubbing."

"we'll see. i gotta see if mitch has me cleared."

louis fixes himself up and grabs his mascara, applying another quick coat before tossing his makeup back into his locker.

once he leaves the locker room, louis makes a beeline to the table zayn was seated at, smoking, and sits beside him. "i'm in trouble."

"i can see that," zayn mutters around his cigarette. louis sighs and takes a cigarette out of zayn's pack to light it. "boyfriend troubles?"

"i've come to the conclusion that my boyfriend will be the death of me," louis nods. "not literally, like, he's just really pretty and i kinda just wanna-" he slumps back in his seat and groans. "i'm gonna die."

"you aren't going to die, you're dick deprived."

louis sucks on the cigarette harshly and crosses one leg over the other. "i am not."

zayn gives him a look. "lou, honey."

"he's hot and makes me weak at the knees."

"okay, so you fuck him whenever and wherever you can. duh."

louis shakes his head. "you are something else."

"i can't help that i'm a walking sex machine, babe. i'll teach you one day."

louis laughs, flicking his ashes before taking another drag of his cigarette. he smokes in silence the rest of the time until his name is called and he does his second dance of the night. he made good money off of that dance. probably because of the skirt. he ended up doing a handful of private shows throughout the next hour that landed him about a thousand bucks.

when the club starts settling in and everyone is too occupied with their own thing, louis dips off to the parking lot to his car. he sits inside of it for a bit, basking in fresh air. he opens the glovebox, pulling out the small clear package stuffed inside. he bought himself another piece of body jewelry on his and zayn's last "boy's night" when they went on one hellacious shopping spree. they bought anything and everything unnecessary. random decorations for the apartment, cool shirts, matching bracelets, everything.

the package crinkles in his hand and he runs his thumb over the textured chain beneath it, smirking to himself. when he showed zayn the jewelry on the mannequin in that store that night, zayn bought it for him. thanks, zayn. thanks oh so very much. it wasn't flashy, but it was a stack of chains that would rest upon his hips and poke out from the top of his skirt. with only panties on, the strings to his thong would sit in between them.

he went back inside after locking his vehicle and headed to the dressing room again, where niall was stepping out of the shower with a towel around his waist.

"hiya, lou!" niall grins. "i got a question for you."

"okay," louis hums and opens the package, pulling the chains out. "could you possibly help me get this on?"

"yeah, i got you," niall nods. louis unclasps the chains and hands it to him, pulling his skirt down mid thigh afterwards.

niall adjusts the jewelry around his waist and puts it together quickly. "first of all, this is hot. totally killing it. second, is zayn into all kinds of music or just his typical r&b?"

"um," louis hums in thought and pulls his skirt back up after checking himself out in the mirror. he takes a picture of the look first though. "kind of. he does like a bit of rock every now in then but it's rare. why?"

"'cause shinedown is coming in a few weeks and i wanted to see if he would go with me and li. it's our anniversary but we want him there too." niall shrugs as he gets dressed, running another towel over his head to dry his hair. "think he'd be up for it?"

"oh yeah," louis nods. "concerts? count him in."

"wicked. thank you."

—-

harry closes the safe and sighs, looking up at mitch. "it's all there."

"good. don't forget about that thing this sunday. we got the car ready. i want everything wiped clean."

"got it."

"let me know about those arizona intels when you can," mitch says as he heads towards the door of his office. harry gives him a salute and swivels his chair around while he leaves.

he still needs to find the opportunity to talk to mitch, but any time he opens his mouth it seems like something else gets in the way. just earlier when he tried to voice his concerns, dominic popped his head in the boss's office to tell him that he needed to break a shit ton of twenties into ones for stage cash. harry and mitch broke those twenties, then it reminded mitch that he needed to do a safe check, and it landed them here.

it's not the best thing in the world to discuss — let alone think, yet here harry is, contemplating what life would be like if he wasn't in this spot anymore. would it be worth a shot? yes. was it worth the anxiety, the stress eating at his brain and the overthinking? also yes, but mitch's reaction would be considered life or death. nobody has tried this with him so he's not sure how the cards would exactly play.

it's been four years, damn it. it was all fun and games when he first got here but now he has shit to risk. it's not just about him anymore. it's not about losing his life now, it's about losing the lives around him. watching different scenes unfold they way they have has opened his eyes a bit. there are times and places for certain things and certain people. he has come to the conclusion he is just not one of those people anymore.

his phone chimes with a message and he checks it to see an image from louis.

the image is of him wearing nothing but black panties and silver chains around his waist. harry nearly dropped his phone at the sight. first of all, his tan. second, his belly button ring. third, hips. fourth, he had his hand with both of his rings and rose tattoo splayed over his tummy, harry's favorite part of him, and now harry is contemplating dragging louis off of the main floor and eating him right up.

he let out a low groan, leaning forward to hit his forehead on his desk. this boy is going to be the death of him.

he sends him a flirty response before stuffing his phone in his desk and finishes counting the rest of his things, making notes for mitch of what goes where and what's coming in from who, and by the time he's finished it's nearly one. he goes out to the bar to get a drink from michael, then up the stairs to the top ledge. he can see the general population from up top, see niall and zayn sending flirty waves to liam from opposite ends of the club, and then his boy.

harry leans against the edge, one arm pressed against it as he holds his whiskey glass in his other hand and keeps his eyes focused on the main stage where louis is.

he's dancing to the weeknd, always a good artist selection for a place like this. he's good with social interaction around the front row of guests, who are eager to see and touch. even though they're far apart, he can hear louis' quiet laughter as he listened to one of the men say something to him and then point beside him.

louis leaned forward to whisper something in the second man's ear. his gaze flickered up to the second floor where he made eye contact with harry. he winked at him, then pulled away from the lad in front of him to continue his performance. it didn't last much longer, unfortunately for harry. louis stepped off the stage with his money and clothes, where zayn followed him to the locker room.

harry finishes his drink in one take and takes a slow, deep breath.

definitely going to be the death of him.

—-

"and, done." louis grinned as he successfully stacked cups on top of one another, creating a pyramid.

michael poked one cup out, causing the top half to wobble then collapse. louis' jaw dropped at the scene of plastic solo cups littering the bar, behind the bar, and around the stool that he was sitting on.

"you ass!" he gasped.

the bartender laughed as he picked up the mess. "you love me."

"no. i hate you." louis picked up a cup and threw it right at his head. "i worked very hard on that!"

"wanna rebuild it?"

"no."

michael found a hole punch and clipped a hole on either side of one cup in particular, the yellow one. he took some ribbon from party decorations stuffed in a container under the bar and tied it together, slipping it over his head as if it were a party hat.

"what the fuck are you doing?"

"wearing a bar-ty hat."

"oh my god." no wonder michael and harry get along so well. louis bets they tell eachother shitty puns. "i'm leaving on that note."

michael blew him a kiss, waving him off with a, "see ya!" before serving cara, who was laughing at his accesory, a drink.

louis catches harry after a quick shower and ends up being dragged down to his office hurriedly. once they're in harry's office, the stripper is pinned against the door. harry's all over him, picking him up and holding onto his thighs as he presses a bruising kiss to his lips.

louis wraps his arms around the man's neck, tightening his legs around his waist, drawing him closer. he parts his lips to allow harry's tongue to enter his mouth and he sucks on it gently before releasing it, soaking in the small noise of pleasure coming from him.

"missed you," harry whispered against him.

louis chuckled, smirking. "i can tell."

harry pulls back to let him go and pull him to the couch. the gang member sits, tugging the lad down with him and louis straddles his waist. when harry began to mouth at his neck, louis bit his lip as his partner sucked on his sweet spot, leaving a love bite in its place.

"care to explain why you sent me that picture earlier?" harry asks, lowering his head to look down at louis' thighs then back up at his boyfriend.

louis shrugs. "aren't they cute?"

"cute?" harry lifts louis' skirt to tug at the chains. "i want to fuck you while you keep these on. these are not cute. you have turned me into a walking hard on."

louis stands and pulled his skirt down to his thighs, turning a bit to look down at himself. "yeah?"

harry nods, sucking his lip between his teeth as he eyes the boy.

louis raises his eyebrows and glances up at him. "do something about it then."

"i don't have any co-"

louis bends down to kiss him before he's running out of the office. he finds his zayn sitting with niall at the bar.

he dips down and whispers in zayn's ear, "does the walking sex machine have any condoms on him tonight?"

zayn tells niall to stay put and drags louis to the locker room.

"how many?"

"i dunno, just give me what you got."

zayn opens his locker in a hurry and digs through his backpack, pulling out a few things before shoving them in louis' hands. louis thanks him with a kiss to his cheek and runs back just as fast, slamming the office door shut and locking it behind him. harry's quick to pin him against the door again, making louis drop what was in his hands.

"are you sure you want to do this here?" harry asks, locking the door.

"yup. already took a shower. i'll take another one if i have to." louis said as he unbuttoned harry's shirt the rest of the way down, untucking it for him. harry shrugged it off of his shoulders and let it fall freely as louis' mouth attaches to the lower half of his neck, biting and sucking.

louis' hands fly straight toward his belt. he blindly undoes it while harry kisses him feverishly, pulling it out of the beltloops and throwing it to the side. "just fuck me already."

harry grabs the condoms and lube louis dropped onto the floor. why did he have six? "where the hell did you get these?"

"zayn has a lot of sex in a lot of different places." louis shrugs as he takes his skirt off. "he's always carrying something on him."

harry shakes his head and turns louis around, pressing his chest against the door, and presses his half hard bulge against the dancer's bottom. "think you can be quiet for a bit?"

"i can try," louis rests his forehead on the door with a swallow. "no promises."

harry eased his fingers into louis' underwear and pulled them off of him, helping him step out of them. he weaved his fingers through the chains on louis' waist and smirked to himself before dropping to his knees.

"still waiting for my tattoo," he murmured as he kissed the back of the man's thighs. "do i have to pay for it in order for you to actually get it?"

"maybe."

"okay."

louis heard the clinking of harry's belt and looked over his shoulder in curiosity. his eyebrows shot up as harry bound his wrists together with the belt.

harry smirked at the finished product. "there we go."

"why do you do this to me?"

"i want to tie you up a lot worse than this, my bunny. just you wait."

the smaller man rested firmly against the door, clenching his jaw at the feeling of harry spreading his legs, then spreading his cheeks and barely licking at his rim. it earned a needy whine out of louis, which made harry dig his fingertips in his skin and go slower.

louis had finally adjusted to the teasing when harry picked up his pace, working his tongue against his rim relentlessly. he liked doing that, teasing louis then going at it full force. louis had a love-hate relationship with his partner's intimate antics. loved it because it was always amazing, hated it because he never knew just when harry would consider his teasing to be over with.

louis struggled to get his fingers in harry's hair but once he did, he held a vice like grip in it. harry let out a low groan against him any time he tugged at his hair, causing louis to do it more, and harder.

harry pulled away to bite on the cleft of louis' right ass cheek, listening to the moan that the older man couldn't control keeping inside. "you really enjoy that, don't you?"

"just like when you mark me. shows everyone i'm yours," louis' hushed tone sent a shiver up harry's spine. "wanna always be yours."

harry rose to his feet and gripped louis' chin, turning the stripper's head so he could kiss him. louis immediately parted his mouth and slid his tongue along harry's, getting a taste of himself.

"always mine," harry confirmed. he kissed the boy again and tore open the gifted lube packet, squeezing some of the slick substance onto two fingers.

"shouldn't you be working the floor right now anyways?" harry taunts as he works a lubed finger around louis' rim, slowly slipping it inside.

"just because i should be doesn't mean i will."

"right, 'cause you're such a rulebreaker."

louis bit his lip as harry continued to stretch him, face scrunching at the feeling of soon two, then three fingers inside of him. harry presses against his prostate and he moaned out loudly at that, begging his boyfriend to hit that spot more. he could come just off of harry's fingers again if he really wanted to.

"don't make me gag you with your panties, bunny," harry murmured in his ear. "these doors and walls may be thick but you're loud, especially when i do this."

he massages his three fingers against louis' spot rather than just nudging. louis' knees buckle and he drops half an inch. harry covers his mouth with his hand and he moans behind it. he's a dick for that, but louis is so achingly hard now just by the stimulation.

once he's prepped, louis opened the condom behind his back and watched over his shoulder as harry rolled it onto himself, slicking himself up with extra lube.

harry rests his forehead on louis' shoulder as he settled all the way in. louis scratched at harry's stomach once they were flush back to chest. harry softly kissed between his shoulderblades as he adjusted, giving him small praises as he went. when louis told him to move, he slowly pulled out and watched his own dick disappear as louis took all of him effortlessly.

"you look so pretty like this," harry bites his lip as louis rests his cheek on the door. "such a shame i'm about to completely wreck you right now."

louis smirks. "definitely not a shame, love, cause after this we're going home and going round two and i'm calling in tomorrow."

"jesus," harry groans and he readjusts his hips to slam back into him. a choked gasp comes from the older boy and harry does it again.

"be a good boy and try not to scream, okay?" harry brushed his lips against louis' ear. "can you do that for me, baby? be daddy's good boy?"

louis gasps out a 'yes' in response as harry starts to work in and out of him.

with one hand holding the chains around louis' hips, harry used the other to quickly undo his belt that was around the man's wrists. instead of letting louis' arms fall free, he held them behind his back. he could hear the front of louis' body jewelry swinging against the door with each drag. mix it in with louis' breathless whimpers and pleads, and the underboss was in bliss.

harry pulls out to turn louis around, picking him up and holding him up by his thighs so he can see the already dazed look in louis' eyes. louis hisses at the coolness against his upper back and hooks his ankles behind the man as he's filled again. harry thrusts deep and quickly in and out of the boy, letting out a low moan in louis' ear before biting down on his shoulder to muffle the rest of his noises.

louis digs his fingers into harry's shoulders and the back of his neck, wherever he can put his hands and keep a tight grip and slightly moved up and down along the door with each jut of harry's hips. he cards his fingers in harry's hair as he felt the man kiss his neck and pulls harry's head back to kiss him.

"fuck me on your desk, please," he says before nipping at his jaw.

harry pulls out so he can carry him to the desk, sitting him down on the edge of it, clumsily tossing whatever was on the desk off of it in the process.

"i was kinda hoping we would end up doing this sometime soon," harry says lowly as louis lays on his back.

louis pulled him down by his necklace until their mouths were barely brushing against one another. "you got your wish, baby."

harry closes the gap between them with slow kisses as he enters louis yet again.

louis grasped the end of the desk above him, arms above his head as the chains around his waist clattered with every thrust harry continued to make. he arches his back as nothing but pleasure fills him.

harry pulls louis down the desk and hooks his arms under the boy's knees, pushing them up to his chest as he leans down to give deep strokes. his hands have returned to louis' waist as he keeps his legs pinned up.

"god, fuck," louis moans, "there. just like that."

"you like that?" harry asks, "like it when i fuck you like this, baby?"

louis nods, "fuck me so good, so good, daddy," he gasps as harry continues to hit along his prostate and claws at harry's arms. pitiful whimpers fall out of his mouth as harry curls over to angle his hips better. "harry, harry, fuck-"

he lets out a guttural moan when harry wraps a hand around his leaking cock. using the bit of pre-come dribbling from the tip and an ample amount of spit he dropped down onto louis' dick to make his strokes slicker, he jerks him to his release while continuing to fuck him.

louis goes limp on the desk as his orgasm soon takes over, coating harry's hand, some of his chest and his tummy in streaks of cum. watching louis unfold made harry's hips stutter. he buried himself inside of him as be came into the condom. louis laid on the desk covered in sweat and cum, hair sticking to his forehead and lips bitten a pretty red that nearly matched the shade of his cheeks.

moving louis' legs back down, harry drops his head to drag his tongue up louis' chest to lick the mess off of his skin. he maintained eye contact with his boyfriend as he sucked the sticky residue off of his fingers and slowly pulled out.

after throwing the condom away he licks louis' tummy completely clean and presses kisses in his wake, trailing his lips up louis' sternum to his adam's apple while the boy catches his breath.

"i...am dead," louis croaks out.

harry smirks against his neck. he feels louis' thighs still quivering against his ribs as he kisses the boy languidly. "my apologies."

"can we do that like...every night we're here?" louis asks, a breathless laugh following as harry immediately tells him yes. harry pulls his boxers and pants back on and helps louis get dressed once his body has stopped shaking.

louis still looks absolutely demolished leaning on him for support as harry fixes his hair for him and presses a kiss to his clammy forehead. he tilts his head back so he's looking directly up at harry and the man holds his face in his hands as he gives him a kiss. one much softer and slower, the next is just the same.

"if anyone asks where i am, tell them i have ran away. i am not going back out there after you just fucked my brain back together."

"do it." harry smirked. "show off that bite mark on your ass while you're at it."

"they love it," louis mumbled, still a bit fuzzy. "we gotta fix your desk."

"i'll fix it. c'mere." harry tugged louis' skirt down so his chains were on display better. "your collars will be in on monday. i'm putting in a request that you wear them every night."

"to who?"

"the vicious wild bunny rabbit headquarters."

so it's a request to him, from harry personally. louis can work with that.

"let me know what they say."

"will do." harry smirked. "you wanna leave now?"

"will we get in trouble?"

"you forget just who runs this joint. i'll tell mitch you don't feel too hot."

"i feel so hot," the smaller man slurred out against his chest. "take me home. i am begging you. i'll make myself puke on his desk if i have to."

"none of that, sweets. i'll just tell him you're a little feverish."

"mm, okay." louis tipped his head back to kiss the underboss's cheek. "have fun. loves you."

"i love you," harry grinned and kissed the top of his head before helping him lay on the couch. "i'll be right back, okay?"

"put a shirt on. you're too hot to handle."

harry looked down at his bare chest with the small scratch marks on his stomach. "but maybe i wanna tell them i got attacked by a pretty little bunny."

"no."

"fine." harry grabbed a tee shirt from his filing cabinet and slipped it on. he grabbed his button up from the floor and threw it at the boy on the couch, who buried his face in it with a delighted sigh.

"g'night."

"absolutely not. you better stay awake or else your ass is mine."

"already is," louis' muffled voice squeaked from behind the shirt. "nobody else can have my ass but you. ever."

"keep telling me that and it'll really happen."

"make it happen then."

harry rushed out of the office after that.

—-

hehehehehehehehe heeeeeey besties

figured we could use a little bit of smut while i'm writing a few chapters for later use. it's been a while ._. life has been INSAAAANE lately — i got my license and bought a car and have realized that adulting is literally just paying bills on a floating rock until you die soooooo lets go adulthood!!!

what do you want to happen next?

what do you think will happen next?

thank you for 25k ❤️‍🔥 love you to pluto and back!