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Berghain the beguine
The beat of the music vibrated through Harry. He loved losing himself to music, forgetting who he was. Just his body and the music vibrating from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. The lights highlighted flashes of action, arms, smiles, hair flying, legs, and sweaty bodies. The primal simplicity of hundreds of people all united in rhythm. And for once, he wasn’t the one providing the music, he could relax and enjoy it.
He got the occasional second glance but the lighting protected him while he danced. He was also looking for something else. More accurately, someone else. It had been a while, and dating as ‘Harry Styles’ or even hooking up, was difficult. He hoped that somewhere this big, in Berlin where people don’t give a fuck how famous you are, would give him a better result.
So far, it wasn’t working out. He’d had a few grinds and gropes, taut sweaty bodies against his, but they peeled off and vanished before he could try to take it further.
Deciding it was time for a breather he headed to the bar, jostling to get to the front. “Yeah?” said the barman and Harry struggled for words. Fuck, this guy was gorgeous. Why hadn’t he noticed him before? Bright blue eyes, emphasised with eyeliner, cheekbones you could cut paper on, a smattering of stubble and mussy hair that was clinging to his forehead and neck with the sweat of working all night. Sweat glistened on his biceps, accentuated by his black tank. His tattoos seemed to be a sketchbook of his life.
“Hurry up, got others to serve” he shouted. Harry thought he detected an English accent, definitely not a local.
“I, shit sorry, tequila thanks” Harry got out, then lost his mind again as the barman turned to fill the glass. That arse! What right did a man have to have such a plump, curvy arse?
“It’s usually customary to pay for a drink” The barman had arrived back and Harry had been daydreaming of what he wanted to do to that arse. “Yeah, right sorry, fuck” Harry paid, trying to ignore the smirk of the barman, who’d poked his tongue out the side and christ on a bike, was that a tongue piercing? Harry HAD to have him. ‘Can I give you my number?” he asked.
“Staff can’t give out numbers while at work,” he replied and Harry’s face fell.
“I finish at 1, meet me at Cafe Style, and no that’s not a joke, that’s its name. I’m Louis.” The barman smiled.
‘I’m..” Harry started
“I know who you are but it doesn’t get you any favours, understood?” Louis fixed Harry with a stare, expecting an answer.
“Yeah..yes,” Harry replied, flushing.
“Good boy, see you later” Louis replied and returned to serving drinks.
Harry stood stunned for a good minute, finally getting out of the way of others at the bar and downing his tequila in one. He hadn’t been the one left wrongfooted for a long time. He was the boss, he called the shots, and the struggle was usually finding someone who wasn’t awestruck.
But this guy? He was doing Harry a favour and made sure Harry knew that. Fuck, his cock was twitching at the thought of what he could do to be Louis’ good boy.
He stuck to drinking water after that, keeping to the edge of the dancefloor and watching the time. Just after 1 am he left and searched for this cafe, letting Google Maps guide him.
Walking into the cafe, which looked more like a bar to Harry, he saw Louis at a table in the corner, nursing a coffee, smoking, scrolling on his phone. As Harry approached the table, Louis looked up and scowled. “You’re late.”
“Sorry?” Harry froze, blushing, ice in his belly.
“I’ve been here twenty minutes waiting for you. Maybe I should go home without you as you mustn’t be that keen?” Louis finished his coffee and stood up.
“Wait..” Harry blocked Louis’ way, earning him a look that made him want to cower on the floor and beg for forgiveness. “I’m sorry I was late, I am keen, I didn’t realise how long it would take to get here and... I’m sorry?” Harry pleaded with his eyes. How had he fucked this up already?
“Hmmm.” Louis ran a finger along Harry’s forearm, making his skin gooseflesh. “I’m sure I can find a way for you to make it up to me. As you found walking here difficult, can you lower yourself to taking a cab with me to my apartment?”
“I, I do take taxis and walk you know?!” Harry spluttered.
“Whatever you say princess” Louis smirked and led Harry out of the cafe.
Louis seemed to have a knack for leaving Harry unsure and awkward. The cab ride was quiet, Harry worried one wrong word would end the evening and Louis was in no particular hurry to talk.
The cab stopped outside a large apartment block and Harry followed Louis into the building and the graffiti-covered lift. Louis boxed Harry into one corner “This only happens if you do as you’re told, understood?”
“Yes,” Harry breathed.
“Glad we understand each other” Louis led Harry into his apartment, a tiny studio, with a kitchenette in one corner, a bathroom off to the side, and a shelving unit dividing the living area from the bed.
“Strip, lie on the bed face down”. Harry hesitated. “If you don’t do as you’re told, you can go princess.”
Louis’ words spurred Harry into action, and he quickly shed his clothes and lay on the bed. There was silence, Harry staying quiet because he knew he hadn’t been told to talk and he didn’t want the night to end, Louis taking his time looking at Harry, watching him try to stay still, admiring the muscles and curves.
Louis walked round the bed, lighting candles. “Don’t worry, you’re not a human sacrifice, though you are very naive going home with a complete stranger” Louis commented as the light woodsy scent of the candles began to fill the air. “You can talk,” he added.
“I, I don’t know, you seem safe. And my phone has tracking, so my security knows where I am. They like me to check in regularly and if I don't, then...” Harry trailed off.
Louis smirked. “I can be as safe or as unsafe as you like princess if you catch my drift”
Harry looked round and grinned “I was hoping you’d say that”.
“If you’re OK with it, I’d like you to give me control.” Louis ran a hand up Harry’s left thigh, deliberately stopping short of his bum.
“More than OK” Harry gasped.
“Pain threshold?” Louis ran down the right thigh, then nipped just above the back of Harry’s knee.
“More than that” Harry sounded smug. Louis’ hand hit his backside hard. “That’s about right” Harry rasped out. “I can handle light paddling and flogging, I like nipple pain too, no cock and ball torture”.
“Excellent, because that was my next test” Louis smoothed a hand over where he’d smacked. “You seem OK with princess. Any names you don’t like?” Louis asked before running his tongue along Harry’s crack.
“Erm, cunt, sissy, OK with being called a needy bitch, less so with slut. Like being praised”
“I noticed, you’re being such a good boy for me, answering all my questions” Louis opened Harry’s cheeks and ran his tongue over his hole. Harry could feel the cold metal from Louis’ tongue piercing.
Harry blushed at the praise and could feel his cock swelling against the bedcovers.
“Anything else an absolute no? I’ll say before you answer that scat, spit, piss, blood or face slapping won’t happen and I only have padded cuffs for restraint.” Louis lifted his head waiting for an answer.
“No gags, I don't like them. I can handle blindfolds if you talk to me, I need to know you’re there. I like edging.” Harry wished Louis would return to what he was doing, he’d take anything right now.
“Oh, on that we’re in furious agreement.” Louis licked another stripe from taint to crack “Sex toys OK? And I’ll be using condoms, obviously”
“Fuuck, yes to all of that, please?” Harry begged.
That earned him a gentler slap to his backside. “You’ll get what I want to give you when I want to give it to you. Understood?”
“Ye..yes” Harry groaned.
“Safeword?” Louis teased at Harry’s hole with a fingertip.
“Uh, Mapplethorpe and the traffic light system” Harry tensed and released under Louis’ touch.
“Mapplethorpe? I like it. And yes, the traffic light system works for me too. On your back.”
Harry turned over and then remembered something. “Erm, Louis?” he whispered. He didn’t know why he was whispering.
“Yes, princess?” Louis was pulling a box out from under the bed.
“I, I need you to sign something, sorry. It’s on my phone if you let me get it” Harry hated this, but he knew he had to do it.
“Oh, right, princesses and their NDAs, correct?” Louis kept rummaging through the box until he pulled a pair of cuffs out.
“Yeah,” Harry looked sheepish, apologetic.
“Get your phone then, while you can still move away from this bed” Harry scurried to get it, pulling up the form. Louis completed it and emailed himself a copy. “Back on the bed, on your back”.
Once in position, Louis cuffed him to the bed, wrists together above his head. “Comfortable?”
“Yeah,” Harry jiggled the restraints to check he couldn’t move.
“Oh, you’re not going anywhere gorgeous, not unless I say so” Louis teased down Harry’s chest, lightly scratching over his nipples, making Harry arch into the touch.
“Uh uh, no, stay still for me or you get nothing” Louis twisted a nipple, causing Harry to yelp out. “And try to be quiet; I have neighbours”. Louis ran his tongue over the nipple he’d twisted. “Look at you, laid out for me, desperate, hard. Can’t decide if I want to ride you or fuck you. What do you think?” Louis nipped at Harry’s neck and jaw.
“Whatever you want” Harry panted, struggling to stay still, his cock rock hard.
“Is the right answer. I didn’t check how you are with kissing. Some people find it too intimate, which seems mad to me if you’re fucking.” Louis gave a questioning look.
I, I agree, I like kissing, green for kissing” Harry craned his neck to get a kiss.
Louis moved back down his body “Greedy. No kisses for you yet if you’re going to be like that”. Harry groaned.
“You are being naughty, grumbling. I thought you were going to be my good boy?” Louis got off the bed and grabbed some lube.
“I will, I can be your good boy” Harry was beside himself. How had this stranger got into his psyche so quickly? He was pushing all the right buttons. Harry wanted nothing more than to please him, and do as he asked all night.
“OK then, spread your legs” Louis drizzled lube over Harry’s hole and then rubbed his thumb over it while sucking bites into Harry’s thighs. Shutting his eyes and clenching his fists Harry focused on staying still and quiet. “Relax love” Louis worked his thumb in, then withdrew it, making Harry start to whine and then stop himself.
You’re learning” Louis commented as he moved up to straddle Harry and pull him in for a kiss, his hands threading through Harry’s hair, keeping him in place as he pushed his tongue between Harry’s lips, the taste of coffee and cigarettes on his breath as Harry drank him in, the stud in his tongue pressing against Harry’s tongue..
“That’s for being good” Louis kissed and nipped back down Harry’s body and resumed fingering him, teasing and probing. A stifled yelp and spasm from Harry made Louis grin. “Hmm, good to know where that is” he muttered before deliberately avoiding it, making Harry sweat.
Reaching for the box, Louis pulled out a vibrator and held it up for Harry to see.
“My plan is to use this in you, and let you watch me opening myself up before I ride you.”
Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head at the thought.
“You are NOT to come while I ride you. Then I plan to fuck you into the mattress and then you can come. Colour?”
“Green, so green” Harry moaned out. Louis pushed the vibrator in and turned it on, making Harry flinch and clench his glutes, his belly to stay still and stave off his orgasm. His eyes screwed tight.
Louis sat on the bed facing Harry, knees wide, feet planted on the bed, wetting his fingers with lube.
“Eyes open beautiful, want you to see this, see what your cock will be buried in soon” Louis started to finger himself with one hand, the other lazily stroking his cock. Harry opened his eyes and wished he hadn’t, the sight was too much. The candlelight flickered across Louis’ tattoos, placing glints of light in his eyes, dark blue in the half light. Lips parted, Louis moaned softly as he fingered himself. “Gonna need to do this well, ah!” he sighed “You’re so big, do you think I can take you?” His hand slid up and down his cock, a flush spreading across his chest.
“I..I.. Yes?” Harry wasn’t sure what answer, if any, Louis wanted. His own cock dripped, the head exposed as the vibrator teased inside him, glancing against his prostate if he moved the wrong way.
Louis threw his head back as he added another finger “I think it will, but - oh fuck - it’s going to feel so full. You need to not come. I know you’ll struggle in my tight hole - jesus - I think you’ll fill my belly you’re so big, but no coming? Yeah? Going to be good for me?” Louis grabbed a condom and rolled it down Harry’s cock, adding lube, making him twitch at the touch.
“Yeah - fuck!” Harry moaned as his cock head breached Louis’ hole, Louis slowly teasing up and down, panting at the stretch. “Fuck, I knew you’d be big. So - fucking - good”. Louis ground his hips then began to bounce on Harry’s cock, moaning, Harry struggling to not come, his head thrashing from side to side. Louis clasped his hands at either side of Harry’s jaw. “Look at me” Harry opened his eyes. The sight of Louis bouncing on his dick, thighs rocking, a red appearing under his chest hair, sweat gathering on his collar bones, eyeliner smudging as his hair flattened to his forehead and cheeks with sweat, eyes blazing in the candlelight, cock bobbing, was almost too much to take in. The smell of sweat mingled with the candles to further intoxicate Harry.
Louis leaned back and touched his stomach “Can you see that? See where I bulge? Look how you fill - fuck - me. So. Big. Do I feel tight around you?” Harry could sense Louis fatiguing but he didn’t dare try to fuck up into him without being told. Louis stroked himself again, beads of precome oozing from his cock. “Got me so fucking wet riding your cock.” Louis placed his hands on Harry’s chest and sped up his thrusts, clenching on Harry, making Harry clench around the vibrator, his balls tightening, heat pooling in his belly “Louis, fuck, close, oh shit, fuck” Harry came seeing stars. “I’m sorry, so so sorry” were his first words as he caught his breath.
Louis looked disappointed. “You will be.” Sliding off Harry he got rid of the condom. “I haven’t even come yet, what are you going to do about that? So desperate and needy you couldn’t even wait for me? Hmm?”
Harry felt terrible. He so wanted to be good. “I’m sorry, I want to be good for you. I can make it up, whatever you want?”
“Always whatever I want, don’t forget it. Going to flip you over and spank you for starters” Louis started to move Harry over. Harry flinched “what’s wrong baby?”
“Vibrator, sensitive” Harry whimpered. “Should have thought of that before you came, shouldn’t you? That stays until I fuck you” Harry stifled a groan as Louis positioned him with his knees spread, face down, arse in the air. Harry’s legs trembled with the sensitivity.
“Colour?” Louis asked as he caressed down Harry’s spine to his bum.
“Green” Harry sighed as he melted under Louis’ touch. Louis gently caressed him, letting him adjust to the ongoing sensitivity, praising him for staying still. As Harry softened further, Louis struck. Harry groaned, his cock hardening already at the pain and ongoing stimulation.
“More?” Louis asked, barely giving time for Harry to moan out a yes before leaving a hand mark on his other cheek. Louis peppered Harry with smacks until his arse was red, hot with pain and Harry was sobbing, whimpering tiny “please”s.
“Shhh, shh, so good, you were so good princess.” Louis moved Harry flat on his tummy to let him rest. “Let’s put some cream on that perfect arse of yours. Louis massaged the cream in gently, murmuring gentle words of praise. Harry felt loose and the most relaxed he’d been in months. Louis helped to turn him back on his back, Harry hissing at the touch of the bedding on his bum.
“I think we both need some water, yes?’ Harry nodded, tear tracks staining his face. Louis placed a glass to his lips, Harry gratefully sipping, trying to ignore the vibrations still inside him.
“We haven’t tested your nipple pain in full lovely boy” Louis produced a set of clamps from the box. Harry licked his lips, swallowing nervously.
“Still OK? You’re doing so well. I didn’t know what a wonderful boy I was taking to my bed” Louis latched onto a nipple, sucking hard.
“Yeah, still so green, feels so good, treating me so well” Harry babbled.
“That’s good princess” Louis came off with a pop and attached the clamp to the puffy red nipple, Harry’s abs contracting at the pain. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck” Harry chanted as he adjusted to the pressure and Louis latching onto his other nipple. His body felt on fire, the vibrator jostling against his prostate when he moved and clenched in response to the clamps. Louis attached the second clamp and threaded a chain between them, giving a gentle tug that produced a breathy gasp from Harry. He uncuffed him and recuffed his wrists behind his back. “On your knees, I need to know what that mouth can do”
Harry dropped to the floor, the thin rug offering little cushioning, but he barely noticed with all the other sensations coursing through his body. His mouth fell greedily on Louis’ cock, he’d barely been able to touch him all night and he needed a taste. The musky scent made his mouth water and he took Louis down as far as he could. “Such a needy - oh fuck - boy” Louis gritted out as he thread his hands through Harry’s hair, holding Harry in place as he gave little thrusts into Harry’s mouth. Harry sucked, using the back of his mouth to put extra pressure on the head, anything to please Louis and be a good boy,. He whined when Louis pulled him back.
“Want to fuck you princess. No whining.” Louis helped Harry onto the bed, recuffing him. “Let’s get that vibrator out” Louis eased it out, tossing it to the floor. Rolling a condom on, he pushed in, Harry gasping at the stretch. “OK gorgeous?” Louis propped himself up, watching Harry’s face.
“Yeah, so, so big, so fucking good” Harry grabbed at Louis’ arms.
“Yeah?” Louis grinned “Like being filled up, don’t you, I knew when I saw you you wanted fucked good” He started to move, slow, long strokes, one hand tracing the moth on Harry’s stomach. “Can’t wait to see that covered in your cum. Will you eat it if I feed it to you?” he mused, taking his sweet time with Harry.
“Yes, yes, anything, fuck, please” Harry felt on edge, everything was so intense, his brain felt fuzzy, he knew he needed more. He wrapped his legs round Louis. “ Please” he begged.
“Ok babe, I know what you need” Louis gripped Harry’s hips tightly and pounded in, taking and using Harry “so fucking tight, fuck, look at you, made to take a cock, so desperate, fuck, oh shit, fuck, I’m so close princess” Louis tugged on the chain as he came and Harry came, screaming.
Harry came to with Louis stroking his hair. “Fuck, scared me princess, though I’d killed Harry Styles”
Harry gave a dopey giggle. “No, just fucked my brains out.” he looked down at his tummy and pouted “you were going to feed me my cum”
Louis laughed, handing Harry a glass of water. “It would be crusty by now, I figured cleaning you up was OK. But if you can stay, we could make it first breakfast.” Then he looked down, the first time Harry had seen him look unsure of himself.
Harry smiled and squeezed Louis’ hand “I can stay. Might need to steal some clothes from you to get out unseen in the morning”
“Cool, I think we should sleep now, that OK with you princess?” Louis slipped under the bedding.
“More than OK, cuddle me?” Harry turned his back to Louis.
“Still demanding I see” Louis joked as he fell asleep.
The next morning was less awkward than Harry thought it might be. Some guys were fine at night and turned into starstruck idiots the next day. Louis in the daytime seemed similar to Louis at night, if a little grumpier.
“Can I blow you to say thanks for a wonderful night?” Harry asked as he started to sneak under the covers.
“Looks like you know my answer already” Louis muttered, with a smile on his face, soon replaced by a sigh and closed eyes as Harry got to work. Harry got rewarded with a handjob and the first breakfast “You’re a filthy boy” Louis commented as he fed Harry’s cum to him.
“You don’t seem to mind” Harry replied.
After fried egg rolls and showers Harry knew he had to go. He’d already had messages from several of his team and he’d assured them he was safe and sound.
“You look good in my clothes” Louis commented. “Look, I’m not an idiot, but if you’re ever in Berlin, maybe we could do this again?”
Harry handed Louis his phone. “Put your number in”
Having done so, Harry took it back and messaged Louis.
Harry: I don’t think you’ll be able to avoid me if I’m in Berlin 🍆💦😈😘
“And that’s a northern English accent, so if you ever visit home hit me up, I don’t think I’m going too far for the next while” Harry gave Louis a hopeful look.
“I might be able to manage that princess” Louis pulled Harry in for a kiss. “Now, off you go and I might have to find you to get my clothes back”
“Yeah, I’m going before I decide to change my mind and my team come up here to drag me out” Harry moved to the door. “I’m going now”
Louis laughed. “Yes, go”
To be continued?