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The elevator doors open with a light ping and Harry steps inside. He's nervous, though he shouldn't be; they have played a variation of this game over a hundred times. But this one today? What they're about to do is by far the riskiest thing they’ve done.
And fuck, he thinks he could properly cum just at the thought of being caught. He probably shouldn't have had three vodka cokes before heading to Louis’ work, but he needed something to quell the nerves, the anticipation alone was setting him alight.
He watches the numbers climb as he approaches the top floor where Louis' office is, adjusting his cock while he's alone. He's so hard hard it hurts, making him whine as he moves the fabric of his lace panties away from his now wet tip.
The doors open and he can see Louis through the glass of his office walls, and the sudden urgh to fuck it all off and simply ride him from the top floor of the Empire State Building seems much more appealing. But he knows deep down Louis wants this just as much as him.
“Mr Styles, would you like me to let Mr Tomlinson know you've arrived? Why don’t you take a seat while he finishes up?” Harry glares at Eva, who definitely knows they’re married. Hell she even knows they’re kinky, yet she can't seem to wrap her ahead around the idea that Louis will never fuck her. So no, he doesn't need her to let Louis know his husband has arrived, because Louis has been in contact with Harry all day, and knows he's here.
“No need Eva, Louis is aware. I'll see myself in.” Harry says without giving her a chance to speak he opens the glass doors to Louis' office. Louis lifts his head up and looks at Harry like a lion about to sink its teeth into its prey. “Tell that assistant of yours you're a married man before I take matters into my own hands.”
Harry pops himself up onto Louis' desk, leaning forward to fiddle with his tie. Louis licks his lips as his eyes scan Harry up and down. "Wanna tell me how you'd take matters into your own hands baby?” Louis' own fingers come up to toy with the satin fabric of Harry’s burgundy blouse.
Harry leans forward as he takes Louis' ear lobe between his teeth and sucks. Louis moans low in his throat, taking a fist full of Harry's hair and pulling his head back, “Harry” he growls, "that's not what I asked, was it baby?” Okay yeah, the vodka has definitely made him bold.
“I'd suck you off on the couch so she could have a free show, sink to my knees and wrap my pretty red lips around your tip and look right at her while you paint my face and hair in your cum, stick my tongue out so you can see how pretty your cum looks in my mouth.”
Louis pulls him in by the neck crashing their lips together, Harry can't help the whine that escapes his mouth when Louis bites his bottom lip. “You're a filthy girl, you know that don't you?”
“Daddy,” he whines, he doesn't care how desperate he sounds, he wants Louis inside him, and he wants him now. Harry leans back and spreads his legs to show Louis just how hard he is. And if he knows Louis, which he does, he knows exactly when his next move will be. “Oh fuck, Daddy.”
Right on queue, Louis buries his face between Harry's legs, mouthing over his hard cock. His long fingers start to undo the buttons of his jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper until the top of his lace panties can be seen “Fuck baby, are these for me, did you dress up for Daddy?”
Harry can't help himself. He's so desperate for anything Louis will give him, he'd strip off and let Louis eat him out until he was red and raw for all of New York right now. He grinds down to shove his cock further into Louis face, Louis slaps the top of his thigh and the sting is delicious.
“Dont be a brat Harry, only good girls get to come.” He pouts down at Louis, he wants to be good, but he also wants Louis’ cum dripping down his legs now.
“Sorry, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Come on, get up, we have plans.” Harry smirks at the glass doors, yes they have plans but Harry has his own first. He hops off the desk not bothering to fix his bottoms, Louis will need easy access in a minute anyway.
They walk out of the glass doors and Eva sits behind her desk smiling at Louis, “Good night Mr Tomlinson, will you be needing anything else from me this evening?” Oh, Harry hates her. She's biting her lips and fluttering her eyelashes like she has a chance. Harry has to physically restrain himself from scoffing. Before Louis can answer Harry's already stepped up to him, running a lilac nail down his button up.
“No thank you Eva, anything Mr Tomlinson needs, I'm sure I can help him with,” Louis' looked incredibly amused, and that made Harry fill with pride. Honestly if he could he would sink to his knees and suck Louis off until his face was painted in Louis’ come, just to prove to Eva who belonged to Louis.
“No, thank you, Eva. You can go home now,” Louis takes Harry's hand and guides him to the lift. Harry feels Louis press up against him as he presses the call button. “You're being a brat baby girl.”
Harry can feel how hard Louis is as he presses up against him, his breath hot against his cheek. Then his soft fingers are toying with the satin bow on the back of his panties, and he knows whatever happens next is going to end with him coming in his pants for his Daddy to shove down his throat when he gets home and finally gets stuffed full of his cock.
“Daddy” he whines, “need you, please,” Louis chuckles as his fingers slip down his crease. “Oh princess, you need to get Daddy's fingers wet first,” and Harry's lost now, he's slipping into that floaty part of his brain where all he knows is Louis’ voice, Louis’ touch, Louis’ cock.
The lift doors open and they step inside, Louis guiding Harry in. Harry’s then being pushed against the back wall and Louis shoving his fingers down his throat, the twenty eight going darker as Harry's mouth covers them in spit.
The thought of those same fingers being buried inside him in an elevator full of people makes his aching cock spit out some more precum.
He gags on Louis fingers as he pushes them in further, the two and eight disappearing down his throat as spit dribbles down his chin. “Oh baby girl, you're making such a mess already, Daddy's desperate little slut. You really would choke on anything I shove down that pretty little throat of yours, wouldn't you?”
Harry can't speak, too busy gagging on Louis' fingers, so he nods his head up and down. Louis removes his fingers and Harry moans following them as Louis grabs his neck with the other hand. It's not enough to cut off his air supply, but the pressure is exquisite because he loves the thrill, the thought of the control he gives Louis.
He goes pliant under Louis' control allowing him to move him around like a doll. Louis turns him around and slips the same wet fingers he'd just been choking on down into his pants.
“Oh look at you, already gagging for it. And this little bow, all wrapped up like a little present for Daddy to unwrap in a room full of strangers.”
“Daddy, need you, please.” And he does, he's desperate. If he doesn't feel Louis’ fingers buried deep in him soon he may die. “Daddy's desperate little slut, aren't you babygirl?” Harry's too far gone to care how desperate he sounds when he starts chanting ‘yes’, and ‘Daddy’s slut’, because he is.
The elevator doors ping open as a few office workers enter, they all know Louis and greet him as they walk in. Of course they know Louis, he works on the top floor, anyone who doesn't know Louis Tomlinson of 28 Holdings shouldn't be working in this building at all. “Louis, I hear that deal with Walls Enterprises went well,” Harry thinks he recognises the older gentleman talking, but in the grand scheme of things he has no interest in trying to remember.
Louis slips the first finger past Harry's rim and fuck Harry wants to scream, “Fantastic actually, should be a done deal by the end of next month,” Harry closes his eyes completely now, he wants rut back and fuck himself on Louis fingers, wants to beg for more, wants to moan and whine. But they cant get caught, cant have people talking about how Louis Tomlinson got caught finger fucking his husband in the elevator ride down from the top floor of the Empire State Building.
Louis continues to talk about his deal while slowly slipping in a second finger and Harry cant stop himself, he pushes back to fuck himself open. He barely manages to stifle the moan crawling its way out of his throat. Louis' hand is gripping his hip to stop him from pushing back more, but Harry doesn't care. He wants more, needs more, he will beg for it, he will whine and scream if he doesn't get it.
“Are you coming to the fundraiser next weekend Tomlinson?”
“We will be there Gerald, you know I wouldn't miss an opportunity to show off, now would I?” Pleasure, white hot fucking pleasure shoots up Harry’s spine as Louis finally brushes his spot. He will look back on this moment and think he was completely inconspicuous, when in reality obviously he's as transparent as the glass of Louis office doors. “Daddy,” he whispers as he leans back to get Louis to brush his spot again.
The older gentleman Louis was talking to cocks a brow eyeing them suspiciously, the doors open again and more people enter. Louis has to guide Harry further back into the corner, as he adds a third finger, deliberately brushing his prostate again. “Please Daddy, I'll be so good.”
“Is he ok Tomlinson?” Gerald asks, Louis smiles, scissoring his fingers now.
“Yeah, he's not feeling well, wants an addy” the smug bastard is definitely enjoying the torment he's currently inflicting.
Harry is too, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't. “You're enjoying this, aren't you baby girl? Letting all these people watch you come apart from Daddy fingers, are you gonna cum for me, make a pretty mess in these panties?” Louis whispers his hot breath fanning Harry's check.
And fuck he is, he's so close. The hand Louis was using to hold him steady moves Harry so he's pressed up against Louis’ hard cock, his fingers continue their assault on his prostate, each thrust hitting his spot and Harry's legs almost give out, he has to use Louis for support. “Feel that baby, feel how hard you make Daddy, gonna fill you up princess, plug you full of Daddy's cum when we get home.”
He can’t answer, can't form words, he can only whine low in his throat, and rut back against his Daddy's fingers and think about having his cum soaked panties shoved in his mouth to gag him while Louis fucks him from behind until he cant see. “We're almost at the bottom baby, you need to come soon or Daddy wont fuck you.”
Harry's eyes snapped open at that, he can't have that. He needs his Daddy's come, needs to feel full, needs to be plugged, and to be called a slut, because he will unleash the brat if he has to. He loves being a brat but right now he wants Louis’ cock. “Daddy please,” he knows he whined aloud, he knows people have definitely caught onto them, but he doesn't care, because Louis’ fingers are scissoring him open and he's brushing his prostate with every stroke.
His cock hurts, he's so close, can feel the heat pooling low in his stomach, the tingle running through his bones down to his toes. He watches the buttons light up, 12, 11, 10.
Louis runs his nose up the side of his neck and fuck he’s about to come, “Come for me doll, make a mess for Daddy to clean up in the car,” Louis presses his lips to the under shell of Harrys ear and sucks, and that does it, his fingers brush his prostate and he’s coming.
He closes his eyes and leans back to chase that feeling, his orgasm washing over him in waves and waves of paradise. He doesn't care that people can see him, doesn't care that he came in his panties in an elevator full of people. His brain is on one track right now.
Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. “Such a little slut, coming in front of all of these people.” and fuck Harry’s so sensitive, but his dick twitches at that, because he came like Daddy's good girl, and now he's going to get Daddy's cock.
Louis removes his fingers and brings them up to his mouth and sucks on them, not breaking eye contact with Harry. He's quite sure he's going to die right here in an elevator full of businessmen, with his panties soaked in cum and his husband sucking the taste of him off his fingers.
“Mmmh strawberries, my favourite” the lift doors ping open at the bottom and people start to trail out. Not Harry though, he stood in a trance, bones jelly, limbs weak. Louis places his hand on the small of Harry’s back. “Come on baby, Daddy's hungry.”
“See you tomorrow, Tomlinson”
“Good night, Gerald” Harry floats as Louis guides him out of the lift and to the driver waiting in the car. “Did I do good, Daddy?” He asks because he needs to know he pleased him. “Yes baby, always so good for Daddy, my best girl” he helps Harry into the car with a soft kiss to his lips and Harry sighs into it. “Gonna to get you home and fuck you now baby.”
Yeah, he made Daddy proud.