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A few people have asked me what Louis names his mouse in Hold Me Fast, and I absolutely knew the answer to this when I wrote it, but then it didn't quite fit with the narrative so it didn't go in. So, here we go.
Harry/Louis, tiny ficlet set after Maybe This Time and Hold Me Fast
Age play, daddy kink, thumb sucking, soft toys.
"What are you going to call him?" Harry asks, late the following night, when Louis is nestled up against him, legs over his lap, cheek pressed to Harry's shoulder. Harry rubs the pad of his thumb over Louis' soft toy mouse. "Doesn't he need a name?"
Louis tucks his mouse up against his chest, and buries his face in her fur. "Not a he," he says, because she's so soft, and he really loves the way she feels when he rubs his nose against her fur. "She's a she."
"Oh, well, then," Harry says, and kisses the top of his head. "What are you going to call her, then?"
Louis shrugs, pressing a little closer and wriggling. "She's grey," he says. "Like a cloud."
"A rain cloud?"
Louis' pyjamas are all messy again, and they stick to his dick a bit from where he'd come in them earlier, Harry's hand on him through the cotton. His onesie is in the wash; Harry's promised him he can wear it again tomorrow. "She's grey like a cloud," he says again, a little obstinate this time around.
"Well, okay," Harry says. "Is that going to be her name, then?"
Louis shakes his head, and slides his thumb into his mouth. "Puddle," he says. "She's grey like a puddle."
Harry strokes Louis' hair away from his forehead, and leans in to kiss him again. "That's a good name, baby," he says. "Puddle."
"Puddle and Patch," Louis says, and he tucks her into the curve of his elbow as he reaches for Harry's hand, lacing his fingers with his daddy's. "They're mine?"
"They're yours," Harry agrees. "They're your toys, Louis. All yours."
"Mine," Louis says softly, and he feels warm and quiet and little and loved.
A few people have asked me what Louis names his mouse in Hold Me Fast, and I absolutely knew the answer to this when I wrote it, but then it didn't quite fit with the narrative so it didn't go in. So, here we go.
Harry/Louis, tiny ficlet set after Maybe This Time and Hold Me Fast
Age play, daddy kink, thumb sucking, soft toys.
"What are you going to call him?" Harry asks, late the following night, when Louis is nestled up against him, legs over his lap, cheek pressed to Harry's shoulder. Harry rubs the pad of his thumb over Louis' soft toy mouse. "Doesn't he need a name?"
Louis tucks his mouse up against his chest, and buries his face in her fur. "Not a he," he says, because she's so soft, and he really loves the way she feels when he rubs his nose against her fur. "She's a she."
"Oh, well, then," Harry says, and kisses the top of his head. "What are you going to call her, then?"
Louis shrugs, pressing a little closer and wriggling. "She's grey," he says. "Like a cloud."
"A rain cloud?"
Louis' pyjamas are all messy again, and they stick to his dick a bit from where he'd come in them earlier, Harry's hand on him through the cotton. His onesie is in the wash; Harry's promised him he can wear it again tomorrow. "She's grey like a cloud," he says again, a little obstinate this time around.
"Well, okay," Harry says. "Is that going to be her name, then?"
Louis shakes his head, and slides his thumb into his mouth. "Puddle," he says. "She's grey like a puddle."
Harry strokes Louis' hair away from his forehead, and leans in to kiss him again. "That's a good name, baby," he says. "Puddle."
"Puddle and Patch," Louis says, and he tucks her into the curve of his elbow as he reaches for Harry's hand, lacing his fingers with his daddy's. "They're mine?"
"They're yours," Harry agrees. "They're your toys, Louis. All yours."
"Mine," Louis says softly, and he feels warm and quiet and little and loved.
