reader-chan suckin his BAWLS and eating his ASS and he is MEAN TO READER-CHAN

Notes: Once again, this was written by my partner, BottomBitch. If you're interested in more of her work, hit up her AO3. You can find her commission info here.

"You worked quite hard to get here, didn't you?" Louis asked you, his chin resting against his palm as he looked down at you, kneeling before him. It was true, though he perhaps didn't know just how long you had been hoping to serve him. That he had the confidence to wear an expression that suggested that he did despite it being impossible was just one of the things that drew you towards him.

After mumbling something about your servitude to him, you felt one of his hands reach down and slide its fingers into your hair. Gazing up at him after having bowed your head, you watched as he looked you over. Even the most astute claimed that his gazes were unreadable, and as overwhelmed as you were, there was no chance that you were going to best them. As such, when he reached the hand that his chin had been resting on down to slide it into his coat and unbuckle his belt, you were surprised enough for him to suddenly smile.

"What?" he asked, his voice dropping low. "Did you think me unwilling to reward such servitude? You've impressed me, but don't relax just yet. I expect your full effort, and not a bit less." As he unbuckled his belt, then slid his pants down to his knees, you were met with a part of him that few had seen, and even fewer had seen so closely. A subtle scent that was by no means lacking in potency wafted towards you as he unveilled his cock and balls; the former, flaccid yet still lengthy and the latter, dotted with wiry blonde curls and large enough in shape to be easily discernible even amongst the hair and the shaft laying before them. A thick forest of those same curls surrounded the base of the shaft itself, but did little to hide its size, even in a soft and dormant state.

"That look in your eyes tells me that you like what you see. I won't demand that you use words—after all, there are far better uses for the mouth of one so utterly devout." Almost on instinct, you began to lean in, your mouth already watering at the sight and the scent and you hadn't even been given an opportunity to taste him yet.

"Eager, aren't we?" he asked, using his foot to hold you back for a moment. "Do remember—there are rules. In all things, but most certainly serving your King." As he spoke, he parted his thighs a little wider. Reaching down, he wrapped a hand around his flaccid cock. The moment he touched it, it began to grow stiff, but it wasn't long before he lifted it out of the way, holding it high enough that his ballsack was pulled up a little, enough to make it clear where he wanted you to go. "Are you going to keep me waiting? Do not fear my reprisal; it would be an opportunity for you to learn the proper way to behave."

Louis placed his chin back into his palm as he leaned back further, and as you leaned in, the eagerness present on your face, he kept his eyes on you the entire time. Peering into your soul, it felt, yet even that became hard to focus on in the presence of such a rich, masculine stink—such as the one that clouded his nuts, which became all that you could think about as your nose approached him. You watched his lips curl into a slight smirk as your tongue made contact first. Huffing him was your biggest desire, but this wasn't about what you wanted—it was about what he wanted.

The hand holding his cock released it once he was sure that he was hard enough to stand upright, and he brought that hand to your hair, his touch both gentle and firm. He held you in place as your tongue ran a stripe along the seam between his balls, the salty taste of sweat washing over your senses. The hairs dotting his sack and the sag of the skin made it feel somewhat rough, and the burst of fresh salty taste each time that your tongue found a part of skin that it hadn't lapped over already only served to further the intensity.

Leaning over, you wrapped your lips around one of his nuts at his direction, his eyes still on you as you suckled, your cheeks hollowing and your tongue working overtime to worship the portion inside your mouth. Then, you did the same to the other one, and once you pulled back, his balls were visibly soaked in your saliva. Your chin was, too, and as you brought a hand to it to wipe it clean, he suddenly slid his hips further forward, burying your nose into the centre of his sack at first before he lifted his hips enough to press you towards your true target.

As your nose pressed up against his puckered, tight asshole, he noted the look in your eyes and smirked. "Do you dare to deny me?" he asked, his voice soft despite the harsh implication of his words. "No. I don't think you even want to. You're eager for this, aren't you? To serve your king?" With that, his ankles hooked behind your own, and then the hand against the back of your head pressed you firmer into place. "Go on. Don't disappoint me, will you? I'd hate to have to reprimand a subject so eager to please me."

You didn't waste time. Though your mind was addled by the fresh, intense smell—one of hard work and a schedule too busy for regular bathing—your tongue slipped free from your mouth to run against his asshole's folds, pushing between them until the taste became too intense before pulling back and lapping over the hole itself. Your nose was pressed right under his balls, the heavy orbs themselves resting atop it, and his cock, above, drooled precum from its hooded tip down onto your forehead.

Growing more and more eager by the moment, you pushed past the mental barrier stopping you from pushing your tongue deeper. As the wet muscle slid inside him, Louis let out a sharp sigh—a practised sound for when he simply needed to make some noise but could not afford to moan. His hand left your head and wrapped around his cock again, and he began to stroke himself as you fucked his asshole with your tongue.

"That's it," he sighed. "I told you that tongue had better uses." As your tongue began to run around the rim in circles, swirling around and around, he picked up the pace of his stroking. "I would love to make a mess of you," he huffed, "but I would love more to reach my peak with that debaucherous little tongue of yours still rolling away—push deeper."

As you fulfilled his request, your tongue meeting sharper tastes, he tilted his head back. His gaze on you broke for the first time as he came undone, still pumping his cock hard as spurts of royal seed flew into the air, landing in your hair. Distantly, you felt his hand in your hair again, but your tongue was still drawing idle circles when he pulled your head back.

Angling his softening cock down, he swiped his messy tip against that still-moving tongue. "I wonder what other uses I can find for you, hmm~?"