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— the rest can be found in 'Explict scenes'—

"Eck," Louis says. I look at him to see him looking at the wet spot in his pants. So, he did cum just from this. I smile, I made that happen.

"Do you think you could borrow me some clothes when we get to your home? I'm..." he shyly asks, voice hoarse and fucked out, gesturing to the spot.

"Of course, love," I say. Then the 'what if's start coming.

What if he doesn't like being called that?

What if he doesn't have a degradation kink?

What if I was too rough and he hates me now?

What if he didn't like it and I forced him to do that?

What if —?

"What are you thinking about?" his angelic voice ask me. He looks fine. "Was I not good enough for you?" He seems sad when he tells that.

"What? You were — are, you are great. I was thinking how I just went with it and didn't ask if you were okay with it. How you probably hate me for doing it..."

"No! I like it, I wouldn't cum if I didn't. And I do like being called slut when in bed. Don't even think about it outside of smexy time," he warns me. My eyes widen.

"I would never call you that in mocking or bad way. Only in bed and that's when you feel like it. I can ignore my want to do that if you're not comfortable," I rush out.

He looks at me with amazement and my gaze goes to my brothers whose eyes hold the same emotion.

"And here I thought you can't be insecure or feel bad," Louis gently says. He stands up only to sit in my lap. He holds my face with his hands and leans in. Our lips connect, I feel tingles going through my body. The kiss is gentle, simple. No tongue involved, no fight for domination. Our first kiss.

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"Your mansion is beautiful. And the view..."

"Not as beautiful as you," Harry says. He and Marcel look kinda sad they didn't get a kiss from Louis. When he's not looking at us, I stick out my tongue at them. They scowl and roll their eyes.

"Don't be jealous," Louis scold them. I snort. There you go, brothers. "And you don't make fun of them," the smile vanish from my face. It's their turn to snort and smile.

"The house is a bit modernized but there are other mansions and villas that are still in their original look. We have a private beach down, as you can see from the balcony."

"It's really nice. You honestly must have a lot of money to keep this place so clean and... Everything."

"The pay is good," I say. I still can't de certain if he's a spy and enemy or he doesn't have a clue about my job. But judging from tonight, it's the second one. He doesn't know about it.

Good.

"You can shower in the bathroom, I'll get you clean clothes," Marcel says to Louis. Louis nods and smiles at us before Harry goes with him to show him where is the bathroom.

When they are out of earshot, Marcel turns to me. "He looks legit."

"I know. Damn, Marcel. He's so good at blowjobs."

Marcel hits my arms, scowling. "Don't do that thing where you sleep with them and leave them. Louis is worth keeping around."

"I know! I didn't mean to do that. I'm just saying he is good at it."

"Okay, okay! Don't yell, he'll hear you."

"Let's go find him some clothes. From your closet," I say and start walking.

"Wait, why my clothes?" he asks as he runs to keep up with me.

"You're smaller than me. He'll be more comfortable with your clothes than mine of Harrys. We're bigger. No offence," I smirk.

"I am offended, for your information."

"You'll survive."

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"So this?"

"Yes, he'll love that," Marcel and I find the perfect sleeping outfit for Louis. He'll adore it.

"Luckily, I didn't throw that shirt," Marcel grunts.

"Wasn't that a gift from Gemma?"

"That's why I didn't throw it."

"I don't know what you have against it. It's pretty."

"Not my style. I hope the shorts will be okay."

"He may have trouble getting them past his ass but I think they'll fit," I conclude.

"You're obsessed with ass," he snorts. "By the way, where's Harry?"

— the rest can be found in 'Explict scenes'—

"You okay?"

"Yes," my voice cracks. "You're making me Yorkshire tea tomorrow. My throat is sore already."

"So I can say to Marcel he's the only one not getting action tonight?" he smirks, liking the idea.

"No, I forbid you to do that to your brother."

"You forbid me?" He seems amused. I smirk.

"I still hold your balls in my hand, it would be a shame I do something... unpleasant."

He hisses, taking a step back but stopping when he sees I'm not going to let go. I raise an eyebrow at him. "Fine. I won't do that."

"Good," I release his balls and step out of the shower, putting a towel around me. "See you," I wink at him, exiting the bathroom. I feel his eyes on my ass, even though he can't see it good because of the towel.

"Down the hall and to your right, third doors to the left!" I hear him yell. I listen to his instructions and soon I'm standing in front of Edward and Marcel.

"Hi, guys," they gulp and say shaky 'hi'. They are so wrapped around my finger already.

"Here, I hope they'll fit," Edward says as he hands me the clothes.

"The shirt is a gift from Gemma. The shorts are mine from when I was younger," Marcel says.

I unfold the shirt and squeal, hugging it to my chest as I jump on the spot. "Tell your sister she has good taste when you see her. Now get out so I can change, you can come in after."

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