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They walk past the shop, and Liam can’t help himself, really. They’re meant to be doing a pap walk anyway, and what’s better than taking your fake girlfriend out shopping? Taking your fake girlfriend out shopping for sexy underwear . Danielle makes a face when they stop, blinking at him.

“Really?” 

Liam flushes, shoulders coming up around his ears. “I just want to look around? And it’ll be good if we get papped coming out of here with bags.” He tips his head slightly to the left, where he knows a hired photographer is following them along the street, zooming in on their linked hands.

Danielle rolls her eyes but smiles genuinely at him. “You are so goofy, Liam Payne.”

“I didn’t know this was something you were into,” she says as he opens the door for her. The pap has to stay outside, so at least they’ll be alone for a bit, besides Liam’s bodyguard who quietly slips in behind them. 

Liam shrugs, trying to will his face to cool down. “Dunno. Just think they’re pretty.” 

“You think Louis is pretty.”

Liam pushes his lips together and doesn’t say a thing. Well. “They’re for me, actually,” he blurts out, and then wishes the ground would break open and swallow him whole. Why would he admit that? 

Danielle just giggles. “Alright then. Let’s find something in your size.”

They peruse the displays and different drawers of underwear, from lacey to frilly and simple to strappy. Danielle holds up a tiger print pair that make Liam feel a bit green when a horribly vivid memory of Wagner wearing a very similar piece of clothing flashes in his mind. Danielle laughs until she gives herself the hiccups, and a worried store attendant comes over to make sure everything is okay. 

After that, they kind of branch out on their own to look. Liam keeps being drawn over to one particular set, one he can’t help but keep running his fingers over. The lace is so soft, a light, nearly see-through powder pink. He lifts up the panties, the scalloped edges lined with delicate pink thread. They come with a matching bralette that he lifts up by the straps, holding it up to his own chest. 

“Don’t think that’ll fit you babe,” Danielle says, coming around the display. Liam jumps, dropping the bra onto the pile of assorted lingerie. 

“Oh, uh.”

Danielle smiles kindly, shaking her head. “I’m not telling you you can’t get one. Just…” she reaches for one of the bottom drawers on the display. “Do you know how many centimetres around you are in the chest?”

He tells her, thanking his stylist for always reading out his measurements when she’s getting ready to stock a new wardrobe. “Aha!” She says, plucking out an identical bralette and holding it out to him. “This the one you wanted? It’s got A-cups, so it shouldn’t be too gapey on you.” 

Liam is actually holding his breath. “Yeah, that’s…ahem. That’s good.” He picks up the matching panties (he knows his size in those, thank you very much) and holds both items delicately in his left hand.

Danielle gives him a soft look. “Alright Li, let’s find you a few more.” 

He picks out a red bodysuit he knows Louis will absolutely drool over if he can squeeze his long torso into it. Danielle forces a lacey umber cheeky-cut thong into his hands that Liam blushes over and stuffs in the bag the shopping assistant had handed Danielle. He picks out one final set in a turquoise blue, and they go to the front to pay. 

When they leave, the pap makes sure he gets shots of Liam carrying the bag so the tabloids can explicitly state that Liam bought the underwear for Danielle and not with her. 

They part ways at Danielle’s apartment, Liam kissing her on the cheek on the doorstep. She’s holding the bag from the underwear store, but it’s empty because Liam had shoved all the items into his backpack in the car.

“Thanks Danielle. Really, um. I appreciate it,” he says, standing awkwardly on the front step while she lingers in the doorway.

“I’m sure Louis will really appreciate it,” she quips, blowing him a kiss and shutting the door in his face. Liam laughs to himself, shaking his head and sending his curls flying everywhere. He climbs back into the car, and heads for the One Direction apartments—or, the building they all have flats in. They park in the underground parking and Liam takes the elevator up to the floor he shares with Louis and Niall. 

His backpack is like a lead weight, even though he knows Louis is going to like what he’s bought. The nerves still eat away at his stomach, even though it’s stupid. He puts his key into the lock on Louis’ door. 

“Baby? That you?” Louis’ voice comes from the kitchen.

“Yeah!” He calls back, toeing his shoes off. He hitches the strap of his backpack higher and pads towards Louis’ voice. 

Louis is making tea, of course, because there’s nothing else he’s really good at besides a cheese toatsy and pot noodle. “Hey darling,” he says, kissing Liam’s cheek. “You want some tea? How was your date with Danielle?”

“No thanks,” Liam answers, rocking back and forth on his feet. “It was okay, I guess. Lots of pap pictures, some kissing.” He bites his lip. “I got a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” Louis raises one eyebrow, leaning against the counter with his mug cradled between his hands. “C’mere, let me kiss her off of you. Then you can show me my surprise.”

Liam preens happily, bouncing across the tiles to press his lips to Louis’. “Finish your tea and wait for me in your room. I’m gonna shower first.” 

“Hmm, scandalous,” Louis murmurs, kissing him again. He tastes like tea and a splash of milk. “Okay babe. Off with you.”

Liam smiles, cheeks bunching up, and scampers off to the bathroom with his bag. He locks the door behind him, dropping his bag to the floor and hesitating. Which one does he pick? Louis would like the red one…but Liam’s fingers drift towards the baby pink set. They were his favourite in the shop, and they’re still his favourite now. He pulls them out of his bag, laying them out on the sink. He trails his fingers over the cool lace, shivering at the sensation.

He shakes his head, turning away and starting to take his clothes off. He turns the water to hot and jumps in, carefully washing over each inch of his skin. He washes his curls quickly and soaps up everywhere else, until his skin turns pink from the heat and the scrubbing. Then he quickly runs a razor through his pubes, carefully shearing away the hair.

He steps out, wrapping up in a towel and scrubbing another through his hair. He pats his skin dry, eyes wandering over to the pink lace tempting him from the bathroom counter. Liam licks his lips, pulling his eyes away. He moisturizes the shaved area—because ouch, chafing—and then trembles happily as he reaches for the lingerie. He giggles as he picks up the bra, struggling through snapping the clips. He pulls the bottom strap down, the small cups pulling taut across his chest.

He’s not as flat as he once was, back when he was really hyper-conscious of his weight. He still is now, and he wishes he could lose the little he’s gained, but he doesn’t mind this bit too much. There’s a little plushness there that fills out the lace nicely. 

Shivering, he reaches for the panties next. The drag up his skin is heavenly, soft and silky smooth. He snaps the elastic around his hips, tucking his cock upwards. It pushes the fabric out indecently, but it’s covered, even as hard as he is. His balls, however, spill over the sides of the gusset part a little. Liam shifts, trying to arrange them neatly inside the fabric. He thinks he’s gets them tucked in, but he won’t be able to sit down like this. He chuckles. 

There’s a knock at the door. “You alive in there Liam?”

“Um,” Liam clears his throat, the hot zing of anxiety dipping down the back of his neck. “Yes! Just one second!”

Liam takes a good long look at himself in the mirror. The sight of himself gets him all flustered. Pale pink lace wrapped around his hips, hugging the shape of his cock and his pert little bum. The cheeky-cut means his arse hangs out a bit, giving it more definition where the fabric creeps into his crack. 

He twists back around to look at his chest, tweaking the arrangement of the cups. Danielle was right—it fits like a glove. His nipples show darkly through the lace of the cups, perked up. He shakes out his damp curls, hoping they don’t look too messy, and takes a deep breath.

Creeping towards the door, he flips the lock. Louis isn’t waiting for him in the hallway like Liam expected, so he tiptoes towards Louis’—their—room. The door is slightly ajar, and Liam peeks around it, keeping his body hidden.

“Lou,” he says, trying to catch the attention of the other boy, who is sitting on the bed in just his boxers, looking at his phone. He glances up at the sound of his name, flicking his hair out of his eyes and smiling.

“Hey babe!” He says brightly, tossing his phone away carelessly. “Whatcha hiding for? I'm ready for my surprise.” He wiggles his eyebrows, easing the knot of tension in Liam’s stomach and making him chuckle. 

Liam lowers his eyes, all fluttering lashes. “Okay.” And then he steps out from behind the door.

Louis’ jaw actually drops. He fish-mouths for a second, looking Liam up and down. He gets to his feet in a hurry, crossing the room to Liam and skimming a finger over the strap on his shoulder. “You’re—Liam you’re—you’re bloody gorgeous! Stunning, babe. When did you get these?” 

“Today, at the shop,” Liam answers. “With Danielle.”

He watches as Louis’ bright eyes darken into something possessive. “With Danielle, hmm? She pick these out for you? You going to be her dirty little slut?”

Liam makes a wounded noise, chest caving in on himself. “ Louis. ”

Louis’ face instantly softens and he reaches forward to smooth Liam’s hair out of his face. “Oh love I’m sorry. No, I shouldn’t have said that.” He pecks a soft kiss to Liam’s pouty lips. “You’re better than that, I’m so sorry.”

“I’ll forgive you,” Liam pouts, his pride and his arousal bouncing back quickly. “If you give me exactly what I want.”

Louis kisses his cheek, thumbing over the bone of his chin. “And what’s that baby?” 

Liam turns his large brown cow eyes on the other boy. “Fuck me in my pretty pink panties?”

“Fuuuuuck. Liam, you don’t know what you do to me.” Louis slaps a hand over his eyes, dramatic as always. “My balls are going to explode and it’s all thanks to you!”

Liam giggles, and Louis peeks out from under his fingers. “I’ll get the lube, you get comfortable?”

Liam nods, accepting another kiss before throwing himself on the bed. He lays on his stomach at first, humping down onto the mattress quickly, then turns onto his back when that draws him too close too soon. 

He props himself on a pillow, watching Louis dig through their drawers for lube and a condom. His eyes wander down his own body, skating over the bralette where his dark nipples show through, and down his stomach to wear his cock peeks through the transparent lace. It’s flushed and dark at the tip, the waistband of the panties cutting into the head. 

“Aha!” Louis spins back to the bed, holding up a pink-tinted, ‘strawberry glaze’ lube. His face is slightly pink, and he hops up onto the bed with lube in one hand and the condom in the other. 

Liam raises a fuzzy eyebrow, curling his hands into fists on his belly. “Pink?”

Louis nods sagely, pushing Liam’s legs apart haphazardly so he can fit between them with his prizes. “To match, like. Because you look so  pretty in pink.”

Liam flushes, holding Louis’ fond stare. “Thank you.”

Louis flops over suddenly, wrestling out of his boxers and making Liam laugh so hard he nearly chokes on his own spit. He pops back up, face flushed and hair a mess, smiling like an idiot. He kisses Liam’s bent knees and then looks over him, calculating. “I think this might be easier if you roll on to your front.

Liam pouts. He’s been doing a lot of that tonight. “But, I wanted you to look. I bought it special.”

“I think you bought it because you like how it makes you feel,” Louis says softly. “And I love that it makes you so happy.” 

He taps his lips, thinking as he rakes his eyes all over Liam’s body. “How long can you stay in a twist?”

“Uhhh, I dunno. A while probably.” Liam shrugs, the straps of the bralette digging into his shoulders. 

“Alright, well. Will you be okay flipping onto your belly while I finger you open? Then you can lie on your side and twist to face me while I fuck you from behind.”

Liam’s breath catches in his throat. He scratches under his chin, and messes with his fringe, hesitating. His legs want to spread open even further, to let Louis fuck him just like this. But the way Louis is suggesting it…

“Okay,” he agrees, biting his lip.

Louis looks like the cat who got the cream. “There’s a good lad. Now flip over, let me see your arse in these pretty panties.” 

Liam whines, rolling onto his front and curling his arms under his head. He arches back a bit, trying to make the small curve of his arse look enticing. It must do, because Louis groans and traces his fingers along the edge of the soft lace, pushing Liam’s thighs open with one hand so he can get closer. Liam settles into the mattress, grinding his hips down slightly and hissing at the rough drag of the waistband over his sensitive head. 

“You’re just like an angel, Liam,” Louis murmurs softly. His palms skim up Liam’s sides, sweeping down his spine and cupping his arse cheeks, giving them a good squeeze. Liam’s hips hitch when Louis tucks a finger under the scalloped edging, drawing the panties aside and thumbing at Liam’s exposed hole. “You shave, babe?”

“Yeah,” Liam huffs out, hips working tiny circles into the bed while Louis massages his dry finger over the furled muscle. “Wanted, like…wanted it to look smooth.”

Louis moans, nudging his cock against Liam’s thigh for some friction. It leaves a sticky wet smear on the skin that makes Louis’ mouth water, thinking about the hot slickness of Liam’s welcoming body.

He lets the fabric snap back into place, causing Liam to jump a bit, and reaches for the bottle of lube he’d picked out. It’s one they haven’t used very much, but he thought it was fitting for tonight. A thick kind of jelly lube, faintly pink like a lipgloss and lightly scented of strawberries. Really, it’s probably meant for licking someone out—which they should do more often—but tonight it’s going to smooth the glide of his cock into Liam's pretty little body.

He coats it over the fingers of his right hand, rubbing the thick substance between them until it warms, and then uses the other hand to pull Liam’s panties to the side again. His balls hang obscenely out of the side when he does this, and Louis can’t help but go in for a quick squeeze that makes Liam’s breath hitch before smoothing his wet fingers around Liam’s rim. Liam groans, tipping his head to the side as far as it will go so he can get a good look over his shoulder. 

Louis looks like a dream, sitting between his legs and watching enraptured as Liam’s body tries to suck him in. “C’mon Lou, hurry. I want it.” His words are muffled into his upper arm, but he knows Louis hears them. A soft smile crosses his face when he glances up into Liam’s eyes.

“Okay baby, I got you.” He slides two fingers in at once and Liam cries out, thighs jumping and trying to close but Louis is there, easing him through the slight stinging burn of it by angling straight for his prostate and hitting it dead on. The mix of sensations has Liam whimpering, his hips going back to their slow steady grind, this time aided by the pressure of Louis’ fingers against his spot. 

Louis fingers him fast and deep, scissoring his fingers apart on the backstroke and watching in awe the way Liam’s rim stretches to accommodate. Liam is a mess of slurred noises, punched out, cut off moans every time Louis taps hard at his prostate. The strawberry scent filters through the air, tickling at Liam’s nose and reminding him just how fucking wet he feels like this. 

His panties are going to be a mess, but hopefully they won’t be too stretched out from Louis’ pulling and he can wash them. That, or he’ll force Louis to go buy him ten replacement pair.

This thought is cut off by Louis adding a third finger, giving his wrist a little twist as his pushes in that makes Liam see stars. His cock, trapped in the lace and the waistband, twitches as he grinds down once more. If he’s not careful, he’s going to nut off right here before Louis’ even got his cock in him. 

As if sensing this, Louis suddenly pulls out. He lets go of the lace, letting it creep back over Liam’s bum, and pats his hip with his clean hand. “Think you’re ready?”

It takes Liam a moment, blinking and breathing hard. Then he rolls onto his side and pouts until Louis leans down to give him a quick, dirty kiss with lots of tongue. He twists half onto his back when Louis moves away, trying to chase his lips. Louis lets himself be caught for a minute, easing Liam into something tender. 

Then he pulls away, lifting the condom package with a cheeky grin. Liam gives him an impatient look, cheeks pink and eyes blown black. Louis rips the package open and tugs the condom out, waving it in the air for Liam to see.

Liam giggles almost breathlessly, chest heaving and the straps of the bralette cutting into his skin. “Since when did we have pink condoms?” 

“Since I went to the shop yesterday and bought a variety pack of colours,” Louis says smugly. He pinches the tip and rolls it down over his throbbing cock, lubing up and giving himself a few good pulls. Liam watches with hungry eyes, reaching down to cup himself over his panties. 

Louis settles behind him, molding himself to Liam’s side and struggling for a moment to get the lace out of the way so he can fit his prick between Liam’s cheeks. Liam twists his hips a bit further to the side, the pull on his spine a delicious release instead of something painful. Louis kisses his shoulder gratefully, then slips and misses twice, the head of his cock glancing off Liam’s hole, before finally sinking in. 

Liam moans, gripping at the sheets in one hand and scrambling for any part of Louis he can reach with the other. Louis fucks in with shallow thrusts until he bottoms out, sighing heavily and wiping his hand on the sheets before wrapping it around Liam’s chest. He slips his hand inside the cups of the bralette while he lets Liam adjust, circling a nipple with the pad of his finger. 

When Liam’s breathing starts to calm, Louis draws out and pushes back in. The panties rub against the side of his cock, pulling tight around Liam’s and cutting into the skin just under the weeping head. 

“Oh!” Louis says, reaching down. “You’re showing,” he says teasingly, tucking Liam’s cock sideways until it’s covered by the lace again. He fits his hand over it, rubbing in time with his long, even thrusts. 

Liam huffs, moaning long and low when Louis fucks in hard and stays, grinding his hips in little circles that push deliciously against Liam’s spot. 

“Louis, Louis, Louis!”

It’s good, but not quite enough. Liam groans, frustrated, trying to buck up into Liam’s hand.

“Shh babe,” Louis steadies him with a hand on his hip. “Let me help you.”

With a sudden flip, Liam is back on his stomach, Louis driving into his hole hard and fast. The movement rubs Liam’s cock against the bed just right, and he’s right on the edge again. It’s building and building in his pelvis, coiling right behind his navel and zinging down his spine into his balls.

“ Ah, ah, ah, ah!” Liam bites at his lip to try to keep in the noises, tasting blood when he does it too hard. 

“Fuck, baby, that’s it. Cum for me, I know you can.”

Liam cries out, slicking the inside of his panties as his orgasm washes through him, limbs tensing and nearly bucking Louis off. Louis rabbits in quickly, seeing Liam through it and chasing his own high. His hips stutter when he cums, filling the condom and stilling deep inside Liam’s hole. 

He groans quietly when he pulls out, and Liam is gasping, trying to catch his breath. His toes flex against the mattress, his muscles slowly releasing as the steady, sated feeling warms through his bones.

He slumps like a dead weight against the mattress, arms and legs akimbo. He feels Louis get up to dispose of the condom, then the release of the bralette being unhooked, and Louis grunting and he rolls Liam over onto his back.

“Look at you, you’re all a mess,” Louis says, hand under his chin. 

He’s right, Liam is a mess. Sheened in sweat and with his panties wet with his cum, staining the pink slightly darker. The bralette is slipping off his shoulders, and his curls are matted at the front of his head. 

Liam shrugs, blushing at the state of himself. “Your fault. Your mess, you clean it up.”

Louis laughs, that real belly laugh that throws his head back and curls his wrists. “You cheeky bugger, you. Well Liam Payne, it’s a fairly good thing I like you so much. Come on, give me those pretty things and I’ll put them in the wash for you.”

Liam has to swallow around the hard lump in his throat as Louis takes his lingerie with careful hands, carrying it reverently out of the room and to the laundry machine. He pauses to toss Liam a wet washcloth from the bathroom, and Liam knows he couldn’t have been more lucky to be landed with someone like Louis.