trigger warning: mention of suicide (neither of them, its about their family).

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louis noticed that his dominant was definitely some eye candy. the man had piercing forest eyes, a sharp jawline that had slight stubble growing on it, thick fuschia lips and louis even noticed the man had a bar through his tongue when he talked. harry also had an eyebrow piercing and many tattoos. he was definitely carved by a god. he was tan and toned, his chestnut hair cascaded down towards his shoulders and it was a curly mess. he was beautiful.

louis was sitting on the kitchen counter, watching harry make them some breakfast. it was around nine in the morning. louis was in bliss. harry's bed was comfortable and the man radiated a shield of protection and warmth when they cuddled. they woke up that morning with louis flat on his back, harry's head on his chest, an arm around his tummy and louis' arm looped around harry's shoulders. it was cute. louis woke up first and was playing with harry's hair when the man woke up.

"louis," harry spoke, knocking his sub out of his trance. "did you hear anything i just said?"

louis blushed a deep red and stammered, "n-no sir, i'm sorry."

harry teasingly hummed and flipped the french toast that was sizzling in the pan. the aroma of cinnamon filled the room and louis' mouth watered. his dominant was sexy, sweet and could cook. louis knew how to cook small things like scrambled eggs and grilled cheeses. the academy gave them cooking lessons as an incentive but it wasn't that beneficial.

"i said, we're going to go over the rules and limits today," harry leaned over the stove and turned the frying bacon over. "so i can find out your reds and greens, your kinks, and whatnot and you can find out mine."

louis nodded. "okay. after breakfast?"

"after breakfast," harry nodded. "i'll show you the rooms, too."

louis dangled his feet and held his cup of juice to his lips, taking a small sip. "erm, sir? do i..do i need to take my pills?"

"no," harry shrugged. "we agreed that you didn't have to anymore."

"sorry," louis looked down at the floor. "i'm just so used to taking them at elite."

harry frowned and finished up breakfast, making their plates. he drizzled powdered sugar and syrup over the french toast and gave his boy a fork when they sat down. louis ate in silence and harry was on his phone texting his other gang members.

"you look mad," louis spoke for the first time in a while.

"i'm not, my friends are just stupid," harry said and locked the device. louis nodded and returned to eating.

harry tore off a piece of his bacon and cleared his throat, causing louis to look up.

"open your mouth," he said.

louis did so and harry leaned over, feeding him the piece and louis even sucked the grease off of his thumb.

"good?" the dom tilted his head to the side with a small smirk.

"amazing," louis said, meeting harry's gaze. "you make really good food, sir."

"thank you," the dominant grinned. "maybe you can help me cook sometime, if you're a good boy."

louis nodded happily. "i would love to!"

harry hummed and fed him another piece, sleepily catching louis' gaze. he patted his cheek softly before returning back to his meal.

"tell me about yourself, love," the man said before shovelling a forkful of toast into his mouth. louis shifted in his seat before frowning a bit.

"i'm seventeen," he started. "erm, i've been at elite for a few years. i'm an orphan..."

"i'm sorry," harry frowned.

louis picked at his food. talking about his parents has always been a touchy subject. his dad committed suicide when louis was thirteen. his mum died when he was in the academy -- they wouldn't even let louis go to her funeral. it fucked him up. he never got to say goodbye, never got to see her one last time, he had a meltdown during one of his trainings and had to be put in a different room. nobody knew what was wrong because louis wouldn't speak for weeks until a crisis therapist came by.

to make the small boy less upset, harry asked, "favorite color? food?"

louis fish mouthed. "yellow, and cheese."

"cheese?" harry teased, chuckling. "that's new."

louis blushed and giggled.

"i love your laugh," the dominant cooed. "it's beautiful."

"thank you, sir," louis grinned and harry offered him another bite.

after breakfast, harry put the dishes in the dishwasher and led louis to a room across from theirs. inside was a large mahogany desk, a couch, a coffee table with some playing cards on it and a plastic tote sitting in the corner. louis silently followed harry to his desk, where man sat on the wood and louis buried himself in the swiveling seat.

"do you know what the coloring method is?" harry asked.

louis nodded, not removing his eyes from harry's. "red means stop or i can't take anymore, yellow means i'm in the middle and green means i'm content."

"good boy," harry praised and moved some of louis' hair out of his face. "what are some of your greens?" he asked as he pulled out a notebook. he wrote louis' name on it and scribbled some things inside before adverting his full attention back to the beautiful boy.

harry wrote down everything he said and had a list of louis' greens, yellows and reds, plus louis' turn ons and offs.

green:

spanking
bondage
hickies/scratches/anything involving marking of territory
breathplay
collars
cuffs
blowjobs
rimming
toys
gags
crossdressing

yellow:

whips
degrading
being completely nude
clamps

reds:

non-consensual actions
canes

kinks:

being praised
giving pleasure
being marked
wearing collars
panties
handcuffs
blindfolds
gags
daddy
blood

turn offs:

selfishness
abuse
making me cry from being mean ):

"also gotta add the rules," harry said and wrote on the inside of the cover.

rules:

no swearing
no touching yourself without any permission
always be respectful
use your manners!
be nice, rude boys get spanked
don't steal from the safe
don't play with the weapons
always call me sir/name desired even in the house
don't be greedy
& never doubt me (:

"what do you like to be called?" harry asked as he finished his notes. louis was a bright pink by now, he just told someone everything he was interested in.

"um, i like when you call me 'doll'," louis bit his lip. "but i also like other petnames if you ever come up with any."

harry nodded and closed his book, motioning for louis to stand. the sleepy lad did and harry pulled him close by his hips. harry dipped forward and pressed a soft kiss to louis' forehead, his lips lingering for a moment.

"you're so precious," he said as louis held his hands on harry's thighs. "my boy."

louis smiled softly and harry pressed another kiss to his temple, one to his cheek, his nose and bit his lip. "have you ever been kissed before?"

"on the lips? no," louis blushed. "erm, i'm really not experienced."

harry hummed. "do you want to try it? if not that's okay, i don't want you to think i'm pressuring you into it."

louis stammered as he nervously replied. "i-yeah, i want to."

harry smirked and cupped louis' jaw. "just move your lips with mine, doll. don't be shy."

louis nodded and harry inched closer, gently locking lips with the small boy between his legs. louis pushed onto harry's thighs, awkwardly kissing him back. it was sloppy because louis didn't really know what to do but then harry held his jaw with both hands and pressed a little harder against louis' mouth and the submissive went pliant, learning how to do the task.

harry pulled back and licked his lips, smiling softly. "not bad."

louis looked down and let out a shy giggle. "i liked it."

"we can do it more, if you'd like," harry suggested. "and if you get punished, you can get all the kisses you want afterwards. anytime you want if it makes you happy."

louis peeked up and nodded, gently hooking his finger in harry's necklace and pulled him back down for another kiss.

lesson one, completed.

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heres another cute lil filler. louis is inexperienced and very shy, as you can tell. he's so used to the academy's ways that he doesnt want to slip up and get in trouble. so you've learned a little about louis and what he likes, which kink would you like to see the most?

thank you for 450 reads 💚