this chapter is going to be quite interesting.

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"louis?"

"in here!"

harry walked in the kitchen, putting a bag on the table and was waved at by a smiley louis. the boy was sitting on the counter drinking a cup of milk, waiting on his daddy to come back from a small errand he ran. he made sure the doors and windows were locked and put up anything drug related so that louis wouldn't try to get curious and mess up his stuff.

"hi daddy, did everything go okay?" louis licked his lips and got down, greeting the man with a kiss. harry grinned against his mouth and kissed him again, lips lingering and he patted louis' bottom.

"yes," harry replied and louis nosed his cheek, then laid his head on his chest. "i got you something while i was out."

"you did?" louis pulled back, eyes widened and lit up. harry hummed and nodded, sitting at the table. louis sat beside him and harry pulled out a box, giving it to him.

louis opened the box and his jaw dropped. inside was an iphone six. his very first phone.

"if you break it, you won't get another one," harry said and louis squealed, jumping over to hug harry and gleefully kiss him repeatedly.

"thank you, thank you, thank you!" louis beamed between kisses. harry pulled him down onto his lap and wrapped his arms around him as louis grabbed the phone. harry showed him how to work it after putting louis' case on (which was sparkly, by the way) and downloaded some games for him.

harry put his cell phone number in the contacts. he put his name in as daddy 😻 and made louis' contact as doll 🍭.

"i figured you would like to have one of your own, since you're so intrigued by mine," harry chuckled. he remembered when louis once played around on his snapchat and saved so many pictures when he learned how to take selfies with filters. he even made harry take pictures with him. it was adorable, honestly.

louis blushed and harry kissed his cheek. "now just because you have a phone doesn't mean things are different. don't think i won't take it away from you when you're bad."

louis nodded. "'kay. can we take pictures?"

harry pressed his nose against his skin. "i don't see why not."

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the next morning, harry never expected such a question to come out of louis' mouth.

"can we do a boudoir photoshoot?"

"a what?" harry pretended to be intrigued.

"boudoir, photoshoot," louis slowly said. "can we -- you, harry and me, louis -- do one?"

harry leaned back against the counter, crossing his feet. "what do you know about that, little one?"

"dunno," louis blushed. "just got bored and looked it up."

the green eyed man hummed and laced his fingers along his abdomen. louis pouted and stood, making his way to the man.

"please? it'll be fun," he bounced on his toes. he wrapped his arms around harry's neck, continuing to persuade him.

"i don't want anyone seeing what's mine," harry said as louis mouthed against his skin, teasing him with kisses in hopes he would say yes. harry reached down and gripped louis' hips, tilting his head to the side. he knew what louis was doing, he was hoping he would get his way and it was definitely working. he was just enjoying the moment.

"but harry," louis whined.

"i'll take the pictures," harry confirmed and pulled louis close. "i don't care who it is, nobody is seeing your pictures."

"not even if you're proud of them?" louis whined again.

"i'll definitely be proud, baby, but you're mine. and if anyone saw you naked in all glory except for me, i'd have to kill them. because you," he tapped louis' nose, "are for my eyes only."

louis hummed and kissed his cheek. "then i guess that's fine by me."

harry chuckled and asked when louis wanted to do the shoot. since he already got him a little wired up, louis opted to go ahead and do it now. both lads were quick to get things prepared because louis was excited to have a small moment of intimacy with the man and harry was excited to blend his love for photography and his boy.

harry gnawed on his lip when he noticed louis pulling a set of keys out of his pocket. hearing the familiar jingle of only three keys, he leaned back to contain himself as louis unlocked the playroom. they haven't used it much, but deep down inside it was the best room in the whole house to the both of them.

harry went and grabbed his camera and tripod while louis selected a few things to use in the pictures. harry wanted pictures from different angles so he grabbed his best camera for the pictures he would take himself and a side camera for recording. louis gathered up some toys, changed into lacy underwear and put one of harry's old shirts on just to spice things up because it was harry's weakness.

louis was putting things in the playroom when harry walked in. the older man had to turn away to install the cameras just so he wouldn't pounce on him before their session. louis made sure the sheer sheet was on the bed and turned to face the man.

"i'm ready whenever you are, daddy."

harry finished setting up and pressed record on the one sitting on the tripod. he hooked the camera strap from his personal one around his neck and bit his lip in concentration as he messed around with it. louis took the time to make sure he had everything and harry began taking the pictures.

he got many shots of louis peeling harry's shirt off. it was like they were taken in slow motion. louis was so gentle with himself and harry made sure to get a picture of his boy with his back facing him, panties popping out and his head tilted back as he stretched in preparation.

louis hooked his thumbs into his panties and adjusted them, teasingly pulling them high up his ass. harry made sure the other camera was blinking red and returned to taking pictures.

the best picture in harry's camera was one of louis' back arched off of the bed with the sheer sheet over his naked chest. the lights illuminated his skin and harry got the perfect shot of his boy laying free, just in his underwear and the man sat on the bed, removing the cover and took pictures as he palmed louis. he couldn't wait to print these images and show louis just how magnificent he was.

"daddy," louis groaned. "can you take pictures fucking me?"

harry squeezed his clothed cock, tsking as louis gasped loudly. "not if you keep swearing."

"i'm sorry, it just sounds like a good idea," louis put his hand on harry's. the boss spread louis' thighs and got a shot of his erection poking out of his underwear before making louis fuck himself with his toys.

it was amazing watching such a beautiful boy wreck himself. louis had prepped himself with his fingers and harry fucked him with a dildo before stripping and slowly entering the boy, took a picture of louis' hole clenching around his cock.

maybe doing an at-home personal shoot wasn't such a bad idea because once the pictures were finalized and harry was able to make pictures out of some pieces from the video, harry definitely noticed a confidence boost in louis. he was able to get some images from louis laughing over harry taking pictures of his hickeys or his eyes in the midsts of their session. he got the picture of louis' nail marks down his back and traces of his fingers on louis' neck from a slight snippet of breathplay. louis loved them all and was so glad that his idea turned out well.

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usually a boudoir shoot involves someone taking pictures of the couple but ya know harry is possessive and doesnt want people seeing what's his and louis completely understands that bc he feels the same. so here's a half assed chapter involving a half assed photoshoot & the best picture is in the media (:

p.s. i have another thing coming w lingerie ;)

thank you for 5k reads! you guys are the best! (: i apologize for the short chapter but im sick and have to go to work later, so im trying to update something beforehand.

all the love x