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“So, my rut is coming up,” Liam says, as nonchalantly as if he was mentioning that it rained earlier that day.

It says a lot about their friendship that Louis doesn’t even bat an eye at the comment. “What, you want me to help you through it?” he responds, deadpan.

Liam makes a dramatic gagging sound. Seeing that it doesn’t get any rise out of Louis, he flutters his eyelashes at the snake hybrid and follows up with, “Maybe next time, darling.”

Louis scrunches his nose in distaste, and Liam barks out a laugh that makes Louis’ lips quirk up despite himself. He looks back down at his laptop, and is soon acutely aware of Liam staring at him over the top of it.

“What?” he asks, fingers unhalting on the keyboard.

“It’s Friday night, and you’re still working?”

“I’m drafting out an email- if I don’t send it first thing Monday morning, we might lose this client.”

Louis’ eyes stay fixed on the screen in front of him, but he knows that Liam’s frowning. “But I’m here- shouldn’t you be a bit more hospitable?”

Louis scoffs. “You came over unannounced just to raid my fridge, I owe you nothing.”

Liam lets out a long, dramatic groan. There’s a pause, then, “Hey, why don’t we-”

“No,” Louis says, cutting him off.

“You don’t even know what I was going to say!”

“I do, though,” Louis says, pressing the ‘schedule email’ button and then sitting back in his chair, legs crossed, to regard the wolf hybrid. “You want to go to a club, no?”

Liam gives him a sheepish smile, and Louis narrows his eyes, unimpressed.

“C’mon, Louis, it’ll be fun,” Liam says, leaning across the table and lacing his fingers under his chin. “As a predator hybrid in his prime, you’ll be quite the catch.”

Louis sighs. “I’m too old for this.”

“You’re literally in your twenties,” Liam says, voice flat. “Stop acting like a middle-aged businessman.”

Louis lets out a small huff of amusement, but there’s not much he can say in retort. Liam’s right, it’s Friday night, and, while he still can, he should really spend it on something other than yet more overtime. Besides, Liam’s asked him to go every week for a few months now, chipping away at Louis bit by bit, and now’s as fitting a time as ever to cave in.

“So?” Liam asks, inching closer until Louis reaches a hand to his forehead and flicks him away. “What do you say?”

Louis blinks at Liam’s overly excited expression, and though they both know that the wolf hybrid has already won, it wouldn’t be fitting for their dynamic if he didn’t at least try to drag things out.

“What’s in it for me, though? I’ll just end up having to drag your drunk ass home.”

Liam rolls his eyes. “Oh, please. We both know that, between the two of us, you’re the lightweight. And, in any case,” he continues before Louis can protest, “if all goes well, you won’t be seeing me for the rest of the night.”

Louis purses his lips, eyes narrowing in consideration.

“C’mon, Louis, please,” Liam says, voice lilting. “If I have to spend my rut alone, I’m actually going to go insane. Do you know how raw-”

“Okay, gross,” Louis interjects, grimacing. “So long as you don’t finish whatever the fuck that sentence was, yeah, I’ll go.”

“Great!” Liam chirps, perking up. “There’s a place westend that I’ve been wanting to check out- it's a mixed hybrid club.”

Louis scrunches his nose, and Liam scoffs.

“What? Get over yourself! You’ve never even tried being with a prey hybrid, you can’t just rule it out.”

“It’s not that—”

“Yeah, yeah,” Liam chides. “‘It’s not that I’m opposed to prey hybrids, I just haven’t really felt the urge to get with them’. You’ve told me many times.”

Louis holds his hands up in defense. “Okay, so you already know.”

“The days when predator prey relationships were taboo are long past, you old geezer,” Liam says.

Louis raises his eyebrows.

“You  act like you’re fifty,” Liam complains. “I already know what you’re going to say next, prey predator couples are still rare, yeah, but it’s not like you’re going to the club to find your mate - you’re just going to have some fun. And trust me, prey hybrids know fun.”

Louis is still rather unconvinced. He’s heard lots of crass things about prey hybrids from uncouth co-workers, and he’s definitely not trying to associate with them, and if that makes Louis sound all snobbish, so be it. He’s interacted with plenty of prey hybrids, and they’ve all been absolutely fantastic and wholly undeserving of odd fetishization in the minds of predator hybrids not few in number. (Not that Liam’s among their ranks. Basically, other predator hybrids over the years have ruined the whole thing for him; in his staunch stance on mutual respect, Louis’ dug himself into a bit of a hole.) Besides, Louis already has a type, and that’s predator hybrids who are larger than him, because making them submit is, well, Louis’ thing. Seeing a panther hybrid a head taller than him turn into soft, docile putty in his hands is a thrill Louis doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of.

Liam doesn’t have to know that, though, so Louis keeps his mouth shut. Liam heaves a deep sigh. “You can just stick to the predator side.”

“Okay, fine,” Louis concedes. It’s impressive, really, how much Liam brightens up at the concession, and it’s just a few more moments before they’re headed out the door, on route to Liam’s apartment because ‘I am not going to the club in this, and you are not going to the club in that, and -I mean this in the kindest way possible- I doubt you have anything better for either of us to wear.’

An hour of squabbling later, Louis finds himself standing at the entrance to the club Liam had his eyes set on, all sleek blacks, whites, and granites and surprisingly tasteful neon lighting, the purple and blues beautifully vibrant against the otherwise monochrome backdrop. Louis’ donning a loose open-collar long sleeve that Liam had ‘fetched from the dry cleaners this morning just for this purpose’ and the pants he’d been wearing before they left, which Liam had deemed ‘acceptable, I guess’, and he subconsciously adjusts the collar of the shirt, though he must admit, it drapes very nicely over his frame, well accentuating his collarbones and the stretch of his shoulders.

They slide into a booth, and Liam gives Louis a brief of the club layout.

“The side we’re on right now is the predator hybrid side. On the opposite end of the club,” Liam says, gesturing behind Louis’ head, “is the prey hybrid side. Prey and predator hybrid’s mix in the middle, which is also where the bathrooms are, on the far right side. And, let’s see...well, that’s about it. Any other questions before I leave you for the fox hybrid sitting at the bar?”

“No,” Louis huffs, corners of his lips upturned. “Have fun.”

“You too,” Liam says, sing-song. He gets up, but before leaving the booth, he places a hand on the table and turns to look at Louis. “If you need anything, just call, okay?”

Louis nods, smiling. “Likewise.”

“Okay, great. See ya!”

With that, Liam is gone, sauntering towards the middle of the club. Louis sits at the booth for a few moments, peering around the room, but no one catches his eye. Figuring that a bit of alcohol and a change of perspective won’t hurt, he walks up to the bar to order a drink.

Someone else beats him to the punch, and he catches the eye of the panther hybrid the bartender directs him to in order to give him a nod and smile of thanks. The hybrid walks over to Louis, stumbling a bit, and an expression of distaste briefly flits across Louis’ face before it’s replaced with a practiced smile. The panther hybrid tries to chat him up and he’s not unattractive, but the only thing Louis can focus on is the reek of alcohol on his breath. He’s not about to fuck anyone who’s this wasted, so after a few moments, he excuses himself; the panther hybrid doesn’t seem to upset about it, immediately moving on to the hybrid sitting on Louis’ left.

Louis has a few more similarly unpleasant encounters, then decides to look for Liam. He walks closer to the center of the club and, under a well-timed strobe light, sees that the fox hybrid from before is very unsubtly grinding up against the wolf hybrid. Louis nods to himself, figuring that it seems about right – Liam looks like he’ll be just fine; judging by how enamored the fox hybrid is already, it doesn’t seem that Liam will be at the club for much longer, so Louis shoots him a text telling him to message if he needs anything before stuffing his phone back into his pocket and walking back towards the predator hybrid side of the room.

He gets hit on a couple more times, most lately and notably by a wolf hybrid whose pick-up lines are so slimy that Louis decides that it’s about time to head back home. Before that, he makes a trip back towards the center of the club, headed for the bathrooms on the far right.

The lighting in the area is abysmal; in a bid to see, Louis swaps his lenses, blinking a few times until the usual blue pools of his irises turn a lustrous gold. His pupils pull into slits, adjusting to the lack of light, and it takes only a few seconds after that for Louis to find the bathrooms.

Both washrooms are currently in use, and while Louis’ wondering why the fuck there are only two stalls in a club this large, the sign overhead pings vacant and someone steps out of the bathroom on the left.

It just so happens that the person is pretty much exactly Louis’ type - his broad shoulders and defined muscles are a sure catch, outlines visible under the loose drape of his shirt, the darkness of which is complemented by the black ink peeking out under sleeves that hit him mid-forearm. Louis raises his gaze and makes eye contact with the hybrid -Louis presumes he’s a predator hybrid, though he’s not quite sure what type, but the way his curly hair falls to frame his face is enough for Louis not to care- and the hybrid’s green eyes widen, and for a moment, he stills as if stunned.

Louis tilts his head so that his eyes catch in the light, flickering a brilliant gold, then gives the other hybrid an easy grin. “Excuse me,” he says, walking past him to catch the door.

“Oh, sorry,” the hybrid says, voice surprisingly meek. Louis’ grin widens when he feels the hybrid’s eyes on his back, and he closes the door to the stall thinking that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he stayed at the club for just a bit longer.

When he gets out, he heads straight for the bar, trying as subtly as he can to look around for the hybrid. It takes a few moments -Louis’ kept on his toes, trying not to walk through unfavorable scenarios in his head- but eventually, sure enough, out of the corner of his eye, he sees the hybrid walking over to him.

“Hi,” the hybrid says, voice far steadier than before, but Louis doesn’t miss the tension in his frame. It’s not the first time he’s seen a predator hybrid be so timid, but it’s surely the first time he’s seen a predator hybrid who looks like this hybrid be so timid, and Louis’ attention is only caught on the fact long enough for him to decide that this situation is going to be all the better for it.

“Hi, handsome,” Louis says. “What are you looking for?”

“Uhm. You?”

That’s not exactly what Louis was asking, but the answer was even better than the one he anticipated. Louis has to stifle a laugh, though he’s sure that the way the corners of his mouth flick up give his amusement away. The hybrid grins at him, sheepish, and Louis suppresses the urge to coo, knowing that most predator hybrids don’t appreciate being babied (until Louis breaks them down, so really, Louis’ just saving it for later). He tries to sniff out the hybrid’s scent, but he catches only the tang of alcohol wafting through the air and figures that he must be using suppressants; it’s not unusual, but Louis’ eyebrows raise momentarily before he gets back to the conversation at hand.

“Very bold - I like that. What’s your name?” Louis asks with a smile, lowering his voice into something sultry.

“Harry,” the hybrid responds, shifting under the intensity of Louis’ gaze in a way that’s very, very pleasing to the snake hybrid.

“I’m Louis,” Louis replies. “Nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” Harry says. “Would you– could I buy you a drink?”

“Well, actually,” Louis says, “I was hoping that we could get out of this place.” Hoping to make the insinuation obvious, he reaches out and smooths down the collar of Harry’s shirt, which tapers into a ‘v’ that exposes a well-muscled chest.

Harry nods, eyes trained on Louis’ face as if he’s been hypnotized, and an invisible shudder of satisfaction runs through Louis’ body at the attention. “Yeah, that – that sounds good.”

“You’re not too wasted, are you? I don’t really do drunk hook-ups,” Louis hums, fingers again toying with the fabric of Harry’s shirt.

“No, the only thing I’ve had to drink is water, actually,” Harry says, the smile in his voice reflected on his face.

Louis can’t help but grin back. “Good,” he hums. “And one last thing –” he moves his hand from Harry’s chest and rests it just under his chin, tilting the hybrid’s head just a bit – “would you be okay with bottoming for me?”

Harry’s brows knit momentarily, and Louis barely holds back a frown. Sure, he’s no stranger to convincing predator hybrid’s to bottom for him, but he thought it’d be a bit easier with Harry given the hybrid’s demeanor this far. Louis sighs internally, figuring that he’s miscalculated, but Harry must sense that something’s wrong because he follows up immediately, nodding eagerly.

“Yeah! Yeah, that’s fine.”

A smile finds its way back to Louis’ face, this time with a teasing air to it. “Alright, then. Let’s get out of here.”

They exit the club, and Louis’ about to call a cab when Harry informs him that his place is just a few blocks down. When Louis doesn’t immediately respond, the hybrid follows up with an, “Or, if you’d be more comfortable, we can go somewhere else,” that brings a smile to Louis’ face.

“Your place is fine,” Louis says. He takes Harry’s arm, and the two of them walk for a few minutes before arriving at Harry’s complex; before entering, Louis quickly and discreetly pings Liam and –after a moment of thought– another friend his location. As they say, better safe than sorry.

Harry opens the door to his apartment and holds it open for Louis, and with a word of thanks, the snake hybrid steps inside. With some curiosity, he notes that there’s a faint sweetness in the air -a cross between fruity and floral- that contrasts greatly with Harry’s appearance. “Do you share this place with anyone else?” he asks.

“No, it’s just me.”

Louis hums, taking another scan of the living area - the furniture, like the lighting and decor, look warm, tidy, and cozy, a pleasant switch-up from what Louis has seen from other predator hybrids, before turning around and smiling at Harry.

“Do you– do you like it?” Harry asks, pretty green eyes rather wide.

Louis grins, taken by the continued nervousness of the hybrid; it’s endearing, really, and it greatly appeases Louis’ predator instincts. “Yeah, it’s nice. A bit unexpected, but...nice.”

The lighting in the room is adequate enough for him to swap back; he briefly averts his eyes from Harry’s face, blinks back his usual irises, then raises his gaze back up.

“I- wow.” Harry’s mouth falls open a bit, and Louis grins.

“C’mere,” he urges. Harry steps forward, and Louis crosses his arms around the hybrid’s neck, pulling him in.

“Can I..?” Louis begins, head tilting and gesturing towards Harry’s neck, asking for permission to scent him. It’s not usual for snake hybrids to do this, but Louis’ itching to find out what type of hybrid Harry is, and he knows that scenting will undo the bulk of the suppressants’ effects; he could just ask, but to Louis, there’s other, personal benefits to unveiling Harry’s scent.

“Yeah,” Harry says, and Louis hums before leaning in and nosing up against the hybrid’s neck. He’s not five seconds in when he’s hit with a floral aroma so intense that he instinctively pulls back. Louis unwinds his arms and stumbles backwards, hitting the back of a couch and bracing himself against it.

“You– you’re a prey hybrid?” he asks.

Harry stands rooted, as if paralyzed, eyes even wider than before.

“Yeah? Is that a problem?” Harry asks, brows furrowed, and Louis’ recovered enough to feel guilty.

“I’m sorry, I—” 

“No, no, it’s fine,” Louis says, swallowing hard. “I’m just a bit surprised. I thought you were…”

“A predator hybrid?” Harry offers, and Louis nods. Harry laughs, the sound short and sweet, then brings a hand up to scratch nervously at the nape of his neck. “Yeah, I, uh. I get that a lot. But with how nervous I was, and how smooth you were– I thought you knew. That’s my bad.”

He averts his gaze to the floor, blush blooming on his cheeks, and Louis rushes to soothe him. “No, it’s okay,” Louis comforts. “I shouldn’t have assumed. But that’s – that’s fine. I, uh.”

Louis mentally curses himself for short-circuiting right after he was called ‘smooth’; though it’s sad, it’s not unexpected. He clears his throat, buying himself some time to think- is he fine with it? Another look at Harry informs him that the answer is definitely yes - he’s not going to pass up on this because of some ill, preconceived notions some knucklehead predator hybrids planted into his head, not when there’s such willing prey standing right in front of him. Don’t knock it until you try it, he hears Liam remind him.

“What kind of prey hybrid are you?” Louis asks.

Harry opens his mouth as if to respond, only to close it again as if he’d come across a better idea.

Louis’ eyes widen when two white, fluffy ears pop out of Harry’s hair. They present even more of a dichotomy to the rest of the hybrid’s appearance than his scent or the room they’re currently standing in, but for some reason, they’re also oddly fitting, rounding out Harry’s appearance wonderfully.

In an attempt to push his smile down, Louis’ expression twists into something akin to a grimace, and he’s unable to get it into something neutral before the panic sets back into Harry’s gaze.

“Ohmygod, you hate it,” Harry says, voice shaky. “I’m so sorry, I’ll-”

Louis reaches out and grabs his wrist, which seems to shock Harry out of tucking his ears back down.

“Hey, no, calm down. I think it’s cute.”

Harry’s eyes grow momentarily wider –which Louis finds absolutely adorable– and a soft blush settles across his nose. If it weren’t already obvious enough, the uptick of sweetness in his scent reaffirms that the hybrid got a kick out of what Louis just said.

“Oh?” Louis asks, voice teasing.

“Sorry, I don’t really hear that a lot,” Harry admits with an abashed grin. “With, uh.” He gestures vaguely down at his body, then at his sleeves, pulling them up to reveal tattoos that have Louis’ arousal piquing. “With the tattoos and all.”

“Mm. But you like hearing it?”

Harry’s eyes again grow wider, and there’s a very noticeable ebb of arousal in the scent wafting around them.

Louis lets out a small laugh. “I’ll take that as a yes, bun.”

And there’s the uptick again, and Louis smiles, sure that he’s in for even more fun than he’d originally anticipated. He steps close enough to Harry to wrap his arms around the hybrid’s waist, then draws him in closer.

“Have you ever been with a predator hybrid before, sweetheart?”

Harry shakes his head. His frame is tense, and the expression on his face is more than a bit dazed.

Louis raises an eyebrow. “Well, there’s a lot of pressure on me, then, isn’t there,” he teases, hoping to get Harry to relax.

Harry grins at him. “Have you been with..?”

“A prey hybrid? No, actually.” Louis smiles. “Guess it’s a first for both of us.”

Louis’ more thankful than ever now that, as a snake hybrid, he has a keen sense of smell, because he’s sure that he’d miss the subtle, content shift in Harry’s scent otherwise; it makes the hybrid much easier to read and, Louis realizes quite deviously, to tease and rile up.

“Let’s make this good then,” Louis coaxes. “What do you like, baby?”

He runs his hands up and down Harry’s sides; it’s meant to help relax the hybrid, but if anything, it seems to just distract him, so Louis stops, bringing his hands to rest on Harry’s hips.

“Sorry, I—” Harry lets out a small whine, and Louis reaches behind him and rubs circles into the small of his back in an effort to soothe him. “You–you’re really pretty.”

Louis lets out a small, thoughtful hum. “‘Pretty’ isn’t usually a word people use to describe snake hybrids.” Harry fidgets a bit, nervousness spiking, so Louis continues, “I appreciate it, though, bun. You’re pretty, too.”

Harry gives him a shy smile that Louis reciprocates. He brings a hand up and twirls a lock of Harry’s hair back behind his ear.

“You like being taken care of, sweetheart?” he asks, voice lowering to a murmur. He leans in, just a bit past Harry’s neck, breath ghosting his jugular. “Or would you like me to just tear you apart?”

The shudder that Harry gives is visceral and, to Louis’ predator hybrid instincts, marvelous.

“Whatever you want,” Harry says, voice trembling.

Louis smirks against the skin of the bunny hybrid’s neck. “Alright then,” he says, pulling back to regard Harry’s face, the cross-section of which is a delicate pink, lovely against his fair skin.

“Can we…” Harry gulps, and Louis’ eyes flit down to track the bob of his throat as he swallows.

“Bed?”

It’s not quite a sentence, a fact that makes the words all the more appealing to Louis; he’s sure it’s not intentional, but Harry’s really pandering to Louis’ ego, and he subconsciously puffs up a bit, pleased. “Sure, bun. Lead the way.”

As expected, the entire bedroom smells like Harry, and to Louis, it feels as if he’s walking through a flower garden, the aroma of lavender and daisies flooding the air. Harry closes the door behind him, and when Louis turns around to look at Harry, the bunny hybrid stares back as if he’s waiting for instructions.

Louis smiles. “Sit down,” he says, gesturing towards the bed.

Harry does so, then rests his hands on his lap, eyes bright and expectant as he gazes up at Louis.

Louis walks over, leaning in and brushing their lips together before he brings a hand to Harry’s chest and eases the hybrid down, and the two of them sink into a kiss when Harry’s back hits the mattress.

Louis hasn’t even done anything, but Harry’s already needy, whimpering as he licks fervently into Louis’ mouth. There’s a brief lull when Harry pulls back to catch his breath, and Louis takes the opportunity to suck the bunny hybrid’s bottom lip into his mouth, drawing a small mewl from his parted lips.

Slowly, Louis moves downwards, kissing along Harry’s jaw while he brings his hands to the bottom of the hybrid’s shirt and eases it up. Taking the hint, Harry raises his arms above his head, making it easier for Louis to pull the garment up and off, revealing smooth panes of muscle.

Harry eases back down against the mattress, and Louis splays his hand against Harry’s torso as he leans in to recapture the hybrid’s mouth. Curious, he slides his hand up Harry’s abdomen and rests it on his chest, then gives his pec a tentative squeeze. Harry moans into the kiss, and Louis smiles, delighted at the discovery.

By the time Louis pulls away, Harry’s panting, and his face - lips swollen and wet with saliva, eyes dark and hooded - is even more a sight to behold than before. With a measured smirk, Louis makes his way down the hybrid’s body; he’s rewarded with a sharp inhale when he dips his tongue into Harry’s belly button, swirling around the area before proceeding down to his hips. There, he reaches his hands up and unbuttons Harry’s pants, then pulls them down, and now it’s his turn to gasp.

First of all, the hybrid is wearing lace panties; second of all, they’re absolutely drenched. There’s slick everywhere, and now that Harry’s pants are out of the way, the substance trickles down his thighs, and Louis watches as more slick continues to pool at and from Harry’s entrance, creating wet patches on the sheet below.

The lace is delicate and white, the shade of Harry’s ears, and his cock, leaking and red, peeks out from the waistband of the garment.

“Fuck,” Louis rasps. He looks back up at Harry, catching the hybrid’s gaze; Harry’s ears flop down, and he pulls them over his eyes.

Amusement breaks through Louis’ arousal, and he lets out a soft laugh before shifting up on the bed and moving one of the hybrid’s ears to the side. “There’s no need to hide. You’re so pretty, bun.”

Harry lets go of his ears, and his expression is as surprised as Louis’.

“Sorry, I’m not usually like this,” Harry mutters. “I don’t know why I feel so anxious.”

Louis smiles. “It’s okay, it’s a hybrid thing. Your natural response is to hide from me, but I’m not going to eat you, so you have nothing to worry about.”

Harry’s lips quirk. “What if I want you to?”

“Oh?” Louis asks, eyebrows shooting up. “Vore?”

Harry makes a face, and Louis laughs, grin growing wider at the smile that finds its way to the bunny hybrid’s lips.

“No, like,” Harry starts, before suddenly looking very nervous yet again. He makes a noise of frustration, then reaches up and swats Louis on the shoulder.

Louis grabs Harry’s wrists and pins them down next to his head; it’s mostly as a joke, but there’s a more primal part of Louis that’s definitely not too happy about the unwarranted offense.

“Careful with the hands, honeybun.”

“‘Sorry,” Harry mumbles, voice and expression yielding.

Louis hums. “Now…”

He slides down, stopping at Harry’s abdomen, then reaches down and pulls Harry’s panties off. The motion leaves slick trailing down his legs; Louis, unable to resist, leans in and licks a stripe up Harry’s inner thigh, tasting the bunny hybrid’s slick. It’s very sweet -the closest taste that Louis can pinpoint is honey- and it’s exhilarating to him; predator hybrids’ slick tends to be salty, and this is a very welcome, pleasant change.

Harry’s thighs tremble as Louis moves to the bunny hybrid’s other leg and repeats his ministrations, and he lets out a soft moan as Louis laps upwards, warm breath ghosting Harry’s crotch. Turning, he gives Harry’s leg a nudge with the tip of his nose, and Harry spreads his legs, revealing his entrance.

His hole is sopping already, but more slick gushes out still, soaking through the sheets below.

Louis presses his hands to the bottom of Harry’s thighs and pushes them back and upwards, then leans in and licks a stripe up the hybrid’s perineum. It’s enough for the hybrid to lurch, a loud moan escaping his lips. It appears that Harry’s very sensitive, and Louis wonders how he should proceed, curious as to whether the bunny hybrid would prefer if he went rough or soft; remembering the exchange they’d had after entering the apartment, Louis figures that the latter would be a safer bet.

Louis pulls back, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, to see that Harry’s staring at him, a sort of awe in his expression that makes Louis want to preen.

“Are you gonna…” Harry starts, gesturing at Louis’ clothes and then making a shrugging motion.

Louis smiles at him. “Why don’t you help me, baby?”

Harry nods, then props himself up onto his knees and clambers over to Louis. Louis pulls his shirt off over his head; there’s no need for Harry to help with that; Harry starts at his pants, undoing the button with fumbling hands, while Louis softly strokes his ears, the fur velvety and pleasant to the touch.

Harry gasps when he pulls Louis’ pants down, and for a second, he just gapes at Louis’ crotch, mouth partially open. Louis’ not sure whether he should be flattered or offended; the sharp, cloying spike in Harry’s scent pushes him towards the former.

“I—what?” Harry says, confusion only somewhat evident under the haze of arousal clouding his eyes.

Louis chuckles. “Snakes have two cocks, bun.”

“I didn’t—I didn’t know.” Harry swallows hard, then shuts his eyes and lets out a long, shaky breath. “I think I’m going to pass out.”

Louis’ brows furrow, and he reaches a hand down to cup Harry’s face, drawing the other’s gaze upwards.

“No, like, in a good way,” Harry clarifies, blushing furiously. He lets out a small whine, and only then does the panic subside enough for Louis to register the sheer amount of slick now staining the bedsheets, no doubt drenching through the fabric.

“God, I’m so wet, this is so embarrassing, I’m so sorry,” Harry murmurs, frowning.

“Don’t be, bun,” Louis says, smiling softly. “I’m flattered, really.”

Harry manages a shy smile, and his face flushes a deeper pink after Louis shifts, his eyes drawn down to the snake hybrid’s cocks.

“It– they? Uh, you. You’re really big.”

Normally, Louis would find the situation comical, but the arousal permeating through the room in the form of Harry’s scent clouds his brain until all Louis can think of is how much he desires the bunny hybrid in front of him.

“Yeah? Like what you see?” he asks, reaching out and threading his fingers through Harry’s hair.

Harry nods eagerly, eyes a bit glazed over. “Yeah,” he says, breathless. “Can I..?”

He inches forward towards Louis’ cocks, and Louis, amused, twists his fingers in Harry’s locks and yanks backwards, eliciting a small whine from the bunny hybrid.

“Patience, sweetheart,” Louis urges. Harry’s eyes are large and apologetic as they look up at him, and Louis grins, pleased with the dynamic that’s been established.

He shifts forward, then wraps a hand around his cocks and presses them up against Harry’s face, and the bunny hybrid stares up at him, eyelids drooping, as Louis smears pre-cum onto his cheek.

“Pretty,” Louis comments, and Harry smiles, drawing his attention to the bunny hybrid’s mouth.

Louis brings one of his cocks to Harry’s lips, nudging at the soft, plush skin, and Harry’s lips part to take him in. Louis groans at the wet heat of the hybrid’s mouth; Harry swirls his tongue around the tip of Louis’ cock, hollowing his cheeks just slightly as he starts sucking on it. Louis’ other cock still rests against his cheek, the red of it a stark, enticing contrast to the hybrid’s milky skin.

Louis twists a hand in the hybrid’s hair, just between his ears, and tugs slightly. Harry lets out a low, muffled whimper, and the vibrations around Louis’ cock cause him to cant his hips up, following the sensation.

As much as Louis likes the view he has -Harry’s fluffy white ears flop a bit as he works his mouth down Louis’ cock, and his lashes are a dark, gorgeous flush against his skin, well complementing his curly hair, which falls in lovely rivulets around his face- an idea pops into the snake hybrid’s head that has him yanking Harry’s head backwards. His cock leaves the bunny hybrid’s mouth with a wet pop, and Harry lets out a sad whine, canting forward with the tip of his tongue peeking out of his now darkened lips as if to chase Louis’ length. Louis smirks and releases his grip on Harry’s hair, opting to stroke the base of one of the bunny hybrid’s ears, and Harry shudders under his touch, eyelids fluttering on contact.

“Could you get on your back, honeybun?”

Harry looks a bit confused but does as told, rolling onto his back, leaving his front completely exposed to Louis. At the sheer submission in the bunny hybrid’s pose, a hiss bubbles up in Louis’ throat before he can stop it, and Harry curls up a bit, shielding his stomach. A spike of fear makes its way into the hybrid’s scent, but it’s accompanied by an uptick of arousal that’s very interesting to Louis.

“Sorry, bun,” Louis murmurs, voice velvety. Harry’s eyes are still wide; Louis brings a hand down to caress Harry’s face, and the bunny hybrid visibly untenses, uncurling and leaning into his palm. “So vulnerable,” Louis hums, thumb stroking Harry’s cheek as his gaze flicks over the hybrid’s body, “and so, so pretty.” At that, Louis feels Harry shiver, but the bunny hybrid doesn’t shy away from his touch.

Louis pulls back, then gets off the bed and takes a step backwards. Harry watches him, head tilting in curiosity; Louis beckons him over, and Harry crawls forward on his hands and knees until he’s at the foot of the bed, looking up at the snake hybrid with sparkling eyes.

Louis smiles at him. “Roll around again, bun.”

Harry does so, his head hanging off the bed, and now he peers up at the other hybrid upside-down. Louis shifts closer, and he sees Harry’s lips form into a small ‘o’, signaling that he realizes what Louis wants. Louis reaches down and runs his hand over the column of Harry’s throat, and he feels Harry swallow, the motion enticing under his palm.

“Ready?” Louis asks, his cocks mere inches from Harry’s lips.

“Yeah,” Harry breathes, the sound raspy.

“If it gets too much, just tap my leg three times, okay?”

“Okay,” Harry says, but it comes out as more of a whimper than anything.

Louis shifts forward and presses one of his cocks to Harry’s lips. The bunny hybrid’s mouth parts readily, and though Louis tries to pace himself, holding back to allow Harry the time to adjust, the hybrid willingly shifts to take more of him in. Louis groans and eases into Harry’s throat, and he watches, hypnotized, as the outline of his cock bulges up against the other hybrid’s jugular. His other cock, resting against Harry’s neck, twitches in interest, leaking precum onto the bunny hybrid’s collarbone.

“Fuck, that’s so good, bun,” Louis rasps, thrusting into Harry’s mouth. Harry gives him a hum that’s more of a gurgle, and the vibrations around Louis’ cock, now that he’s pushed past the back of Harry’s mouth, make him groan. He subconsciously snaps his hips up, and the roundness in Harry’s throat grows; at the sight, Louis’ arousal flares, but he keeps his movements measured, not wanting to push Harry too far.

After a few moments, Harry gurgles again, his throat constricting tight around Louis’ length.

Alarmed, Louis pulls back a bit only for Harry to let out a rather frustrated sound; the bunny hybrid’s hand flies up to Louis’ thigh and yanks him forward. Harry wiggles backwards against the sheets, body shifting towards Louis, making it clear to the snake hybrid what he wants. With a breath of disbelief, Louis pushes forward, and Harry lets out a satisfied, muffled hum. Louis’ encouraged to start thrusting deeper, and his eyes stay fixed on the outline of his cock against Harry’s throat, now clear to nearly mid-way down his neck.

Eventually, Louis pulls back and out, letting up to allow Harry the room to breathe. The bunny hybrid gasps, sputtering, and takes a few heaving breaths of air, and Louis rubs his shoulders softly as he gathers himself. He means to spend more time checking in on Harry, but before he has the opportunity to do so, Harry’s already taking Louis’ cock back into his mouth, eager in a way that makes Louis shiver. It’s not long before Harry’s worked back up to where he was before, and Louis murmurs in appreciation at the sight of Harry’s lips stretched obscenely around his cock, spit gathering at the corners of his mouth. Louis’ gaze then wanders down to Harry’s chest, and he reaches his hands up and flicks at his nipples; in reaction, Harry jolts underneath him. Pleased, Louis repeats the motion, and this time, Harry gags, and Louis watches as the column of his neck constricts around his cock, accompanied by a suction noise as Louis snaps his hips up, fucking into Harry’s throat.

Louis continues working at Harry’s chest, squeezing the mounds of flesh in his palms and tweaking at the hybrid’s nipples. Harry moans around his cock, and after one particularly harsh pinch, Harry’s throat closes irregularly around his length. He lets out a strangled noise that has Louis’ brows furrowing until he sees spurts of white land on Harry’s torso, and he raises his gaze up to see that the bunny hybrid has come.

“So sensitive,” Louis hisses, a grin stretched across his lips. “You’re even needier than I thought you were, bun. A bit of a slut, aren’t you?”

Harry lets out a long whine at his words; there’s another spike of arousal in his scent, and Louis’ grin grows even wider. He continues playing with Harry’s nipples, eyes fixed on his cock, which twitches even as it softens with each movement of Louis’ fingers. The sight pushes Louis closer to his release, and when he feels himself on the edge of it, pressure coiling at the pit of his stomach, he pulls out completely. Harry chokes on the air, and Louis braces his shoulders as he hoists himself upright. He turns to look at Louis, eyes teary, nose pink, and lips puffy and red.

There’s spit pooling at the corners of his lips, still, and some dried down his chin, and Louis thinks he’s absolutely gorgeous. There’s still tracks of Louis’ precum on his chin, cheeks, and collarbones, and though the sight stirs a sense of satisfaction deep within Louis, he feels the urge to mark him, to wreck him even further.

“Stay,” Louis orders, wrapping a hand around the cock that was just in Harry’s mouth; his other cock is thick against his stomach, but his arousal gives him a single-minded focus on the goal at hand. Harry must get what’s happening, because he closes his eyes and opens his mouth, tongue sticking out. Louis shoots his cum all over the hybrid’s face, and Harry doesn’t even wait until he’s done to start licking it up; some of the release lands straight into his mouth, but the stripes that don’t he seeks out, swiping his tongue around his mouth in an effort to gather it up.

When Louis’ done, Harry opens his eyes and peers up at him, tongue still lolled out of his mouth.

He maintains eye contact as he brings a hand up to his face, runs hand through the release near his cheekbones, and then brings it to his lips and sucks his digits into his mouth. Louis groans at the sight, and Harry grins, mischievous.

“What about the other one?” he asks, gaze flitting from Louis’ eyes down to his other cock.

“Seems close. Can I..?” Instead of finishing his sentence, Harry just sticks his tongue out, and Louis would laugh if he weren’t so turned on right now.

“Yeah,” Louis says, and as soon as Harry’s given permission, he pads forward and wraps his hand around the base of Louis’ cock, stroking it as he takes the tip of the length into his mouth. Since he’d been stimulated before, it’s only a few moments before he comes, releasing down Harry’s throat. Harry swallows rapidly around him, sucking at Louis’ cock even as it begins to soften.

With a sharp inhale at the overstimulation, Louis rests a hand on Harry’s shoulder and pushes lightly, easing him back.

Harry pulls off of Louis’ cock, then looks up at the snake hybrid with a lopsided grin. “Was that good?” Before Louis can respond, he continues, “Did I do a good job?” tone much shyer this time.

Louis smiles, bringing a hand to one of Harry’s ears and stroking it softly; there’s cum in Harry’s hair and eyelashes, but there’s none in his fur, which is something that Louis makes a mental note to fix later.

“Mmhm. You did a great job, baby bun,” Louis praises. “You made me feel so, so good.”

Louis threads his fingers through Harry’s hair, and Harry beams and leans into his touch, scooting closer to him. Louis brings his hand down to caress the bunny hybrid’s cheek, then leans down and presses a kiss to his lips. Harry hungrily licks into his mouth, eager for more, and Louis groans as the taste of his own cum hits the back of his throat. He presses a hand to Harry’s chest and pushes back, breaking the kiss, and Harry frowns.

“Hold on, bun,” Louis says with a small chuckle. “Do you have tissues?”

Harry nods, looking a bit dazed. The bunny hybrid turns around and crawls over to the nightstand, giving Louis a full view of his plump ass. There’s slick ebbing out of his puckered hole, some dripping down his perineum and some smeared against his thighs.

A thought occurs to Louis. “Sweetheart, do you have a tail?”

Harry turns and looks at Louis over his shoulder. He hums, and then a white, round tuft of fur pops out, sitting at the top of the cleft of his ass. Louis swallows hard, eyes narrowing as the tail twitches a bit. Unable to help himself, he climbs up the bed and reaches out, then pulls lightly on Harry’s tail. The bunny hybrid lets out a little squeak and rolls over, a bundle of tissues clutched tightly to his chest, and Louis doesn’t miss the fresh rush of slick that gushes out of Harry’s entrance.

“Cute,” Louis murmurs, laughing when Harry lets out a shy whimper. He takes the tissues from Harry and uses them to wipe the cum off of the bunny hybrid’s face, and it’s rather endearing that Harry actually looks a bit sad about it.

“Just a bit longer,” Louis says, noticing that Harry’s fidgeting against the sheets. Harry immediately stills, expression on his face that of someone caught doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing, and Louis can’t help but grin. As soon as he finishes up, discarding the tissues where Harry points him, the bunny hybrid sits up and closes the space between himself and Louis, practically sitting himself in Louis’ lap.

Louis raises his eyebrows when Harry’s lips quirk into a mischievous smile. The bunny hybrid shifts upwards and wiggles his hips a bit, nudging up against Louis’ cocks.

“Now?” he asks, eyes bright and locked onto Louis’.

“Now what, bun?”

Harry cocks his head to the side. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

Louis hums, entertained. It’s not usually this easy for Louis to get his one-night stands to bottom for him, but he decides that this is a welcome change. He reaches out to pet one of Harry’s ears, and Harry tilts his head so that Louis has better access.

“So eager,” Louis comments, stroking the fur between his fingers.

Harry nods insistently. “Want you.”

“How do you want me?”

Harry tilts his head to the other side, evidently a bit confused; Louis lets go of the ear in his palm and watches as the top of it flops down, brushing the crown of Harry’s head.

“Inside?” Harry asks, a crease appearing between his brows.

Louis laughs. “Okay. Let’s get you prepped first, bun.”

Harry gives a delighted hum before shuffling back on the bed. He rests his head on one of the pillows at the end of it, then spreads his legs so that Louis can position himself between them.

There’s a puddle of slick gathering underneath his ass, and more slick still drips down from Harry’s entrance. Louis rests one hand on Harry’s knee and reaches the other down between his legs, pressing his finger to Harry’s hole. The bunny hybrid whimpers when Louis pushes his digit inside, and his hole constricts around Louis’ finger as if it’s trying to suck him in. Louis runs his hand down to Harry’s thigh and gives it a light push; Harry spreads out wider for him, and Louis takes the opportunity to press in another digit. The bunny hybrid’s entrance gives easily, the slide of Louis’ fingers eased by how wet Harry is, but Harry’s walls clench like a vice around him as he thrusts in farther.

“Fuck,” Louis murmurs, brows knitting at the sopping heat and intensity of pressure around his digits. “That’s– wow.”

Harry lets out an appreciative mewl. “Good?”

Louis smiles. He thinks that Harry’s praise kink is adorable, and he’s more than willing to indulge him.

“So good,” Louis says. “You’re doing so well for me, bun.”

Harry visibly preens, and Louis gives him a soft smile before pressing a third digit up to the hybrid’s entrance. The moan he draws from Harry when he pushes it in is music to Louis’ ears, and the slide of his fingers is further eased by the new gush of slick his motions elicit. Louis’ head swims when he thinks about how good it’ll feel when he’s actually inside of the bunny hybrid, but for now, he stays patient, knowing that he’ll hurt Harry if he rushes things.

So, when Harry whines impatiently, Louis shushes him. “Three might be enough for the other cocks you’ve taken, but if I start right now, I’m going to rip you apart, bun.”

Harry lets out a sad whimper, expression deflating. “It’s good, though.”

Louis tilts his head in question.

“The pain, I– I like it,” Harry pants.

Louis resolves then and there that this is not the last time he’ll be seeing Harry. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Louis says. “Even after I fist you, you’ll still feel a stretch.”

Louis barely catches the blush spreading across Harry’s face before his ears flop down and cover his cheeks, and Louis reaches up with his free hand to push them out of his eyes.

“There’s no need to be shy, bun,” Louis chuckles. “Just a bit more, then I’ll give you what you want.”

Louis emphasizes his point by spreading the three fingers he has inside of Harry, drawing a loud moan from the hybrid’s lips. It’s not long before he adds a fourth; in the meanwhile, he uses his other hand to lift Harry’s leg up, then turns his head and takes to marking up the bunny hybrid’s thigh. Harry’s trembling again, and slick rushes past Louis’ fingers as he thrusts them into Harry’s entrance, filling the room with a sweet, cloying smell that clouds Louis’ mind. He works a fifth finger past Harry’s rim, and Harry gives beautifully. He’s still painfully tight around Louis as Louis thrusts his fist into his entrance, but Harry’s continuous mewls inform him that the bunny hybrid’s not feeling much other than pleasure.

Louis shifts upwards and leans down to nip at Harry’s collarbone, and it amuses him that the closer he gets to Harry’s neck, the harder Harry shudders. He ghosts his teeth over the bunny hybrid’s jugular, and Harry lets out his loudest moan yet, and he lets his head droop to the side in an act of submission that drives Louis haywire. He leans in and sucks, hard, at the column of Harry’s neck, and Harry writhes underneath him, crying out at the intensity of his ministrations. His hands fly up to Louis’ shoulders, and Louis can feel Harry rocking underneath him as he fists Harry open, hips pushing down to meet Louis’ motions.

“Please,” Harry begs, the word breaking into a long moan as Louis thrusts upwards, pushing in up to his wrist.

Louis leans back to look at the hybrid. Usually, he’d draw things out, taking some time to tease, but even he can’t wait any longer, especially not with the sight underneath him- there’s no mistaking that Harry has been taken, not with the number and intensity of markings that Louis has left on him, the tracks of spit, tears, and cum on his face and torso, and the sheer amount of slick that’s soaked into the sheets. Louis’ overcome with a need to devour, a feeling much more carnal than any he’s ever tapped into before.

He pulls his fist out, and Harry lets out a breathy moan. Louis’ covered in slick up to his forearm, and he watches Harry’s hole gape around nothing, fluttering wildly at the loss. Louis brings his hand up to Harry’s face and rests his fingers against the hybrid’s mouth, and Harry parts his lips and swirls his tongue around the digits before taking them in and sucking on them. He looks at Louis the entire time, eyes hooded and burning with a desire that fuels Louis’ arousal. Louis maneuvers his hand to grasp Harry’s tongue between his fingers, then pulls, and Harry’s head lifts off the pillows. He lets out a small gasp when Louis lets go, falling back onto the mattress with a dull thump.

Harry’s chest heaves with exertion, emphasizing the swell of it, and Louis reaches out and wipes his fingers clean across the region, smearing the hybrid’s own slick over his pecs and down his torso, tracing a trail down to his red, leaking cock. Harry twitches when Louis ghosts over the length, traveling down to the hybrid’s hole, and Louis stops, a smile pulling at his lips.

“You’re quite big for a prey hybrid,” Louis says, backtracking and wrapping his hand around the base of Harry’s cock.

Harry’s lashes flutter, and he lets out a tiny, strangled noise when Louis pumps his hand up and down the length.

“Compared to a predator hybrid, though,” Louis muses, bringing one of his cocks next to Harry’s and barely managing to grasp both in his hand, “you’re pitifully small, aren’t you?”

Harry lets out a breathy whine, and the sweetness in the air intensifies; it’s just another interesting thing that Louis makes a mental note of for next time.

“Are you ready, honeybun?”

Harry looks a bit gone, eyes glazed over, but he nods eagerly. “Yeah.” After a moment of thought, he adds, “Please?”

His eyes are wide and hopeful, as if Louis is in any state to deny him; the snake hybrid can’t even find the energy to pretend he isn’t just as eager for this.

“Okay, bun.”

Louis lines one of his cocks up with Harry’s entrance and pushes in, a hand coming up to grip Harry’s thigh for leverage. He’d intended to take it slowly, but the tip is barely in before Harry’s pushing his hips down to meet Louis, walls clenching wildly around Harry’s cock. It’s not long before Louis bottoms out, and Harry wails, hands fisting into the sheets below, as Louis grabs onto the hybrid’s hips and starts thrusting into him.

“So full,” Harry moans, brainless. He chants the words like a mantra, and it breaks into a chorus of whimpers when Louis reaches down and presses his fingers to Harry’s already puffy and stretched out rim. He eases a digit in alongside his cock, and after a few moments, adds another, and Harry shudders beneath him. Louis pauses out of concern, but when he looks up at Harry’s face, the hybrid’s expression spells nothing but pleasure, eyes shut and lips parted around yet another moan. Louis slides in a third digit, and Harry’s rim is now pink and raw around him. He figures that, if Harry wants to feel a stretch, three is enough, so Louis pulls his fingers out and shifts his hips, lining his other cock up to Harry’s entrance.

Harry’s eyes open briefly at the loss of Louis’ fingers. The creases between his brows disappear when Louis presses the tip of his cock to Harry’s entrance, and Harry tips his head back when Louis pushes the length into him. The heat around Louis’ cocks is delicious, and wet squelches fill the room as Louis pounds into the bunny hybrid.

“Ah! Louis, I—ah, please,” Harry whines, eyes pinching shut. Louis stills, and Harry’s eyes fly wide open, accompanied by the grip of his hands on Louis’ forearms.

“Wait, no, don’t stop,” Harry says, a frown pulling at the corners of his mouth. Louis hums.

“What is it, then, bun?”

“I want you to go faster,” Harry manages. “Rougher, please, I—oh!”

His next words are lost as Louis acquiesces to his request, pistoning up into the hybrid. From there, it’s only a few moments before Harry’s coming, spurts of white joining the cum dried on his torso.

He cries out as Louis continues thrusting into him, the tears welling up in his eyes a testament to how sensitive he is.

“You wanted me to go rough, didn’t you, bun?”

Harry nods pitifully. “Y-yeah, ‘m sensitive, but it’s –“ His sentence is lost in a sharp inhale when Louis gives a particularly purposeful thrust. “It’s, mmn, good.”

Louis grins, and Harry lets out a small whine before craning upwards, trying to burrow into Louis’ shoulder. Louis doesn’t let him; he pulls back, and Harry slumps back against the sheets with a whimper, a pout on his lips. Louis coos at the flush of pink stretching across the hybrid’s face and dotting the tip of his nose.

“What a precious little bun,” Louis says, tone teasing. “You look so pretty when you cry, sweetheart.”

Harry’s eyes widen only briefly, but Louis doesn’t miss it or the way his scent spikes yet again. With renewed resolve, he tightens his hands on Harry’s hips and thrusts into him without abandon, and the bunny hybrid’s entire body shifts on the sheets with the force of Louis’ movements.

“Ah, ah, ah!” Harry cries out, hands again finding purchase on Louis’ shoulders.

Tears now stream down his face, mixing with cum and spit on the way down to the sheets. After a particularly harsh thrust, his nails dig into Louis’ back, and Louis lets out a low, instinctive hiss; to his predator instincts, pain indicates a threat. In a flash of clarity, the sound dies in Louis’ throat, and he’s ready to apologize, but Harry doesn’t even seem to have noticed the noise, too caught up in his own pleasure to do so. Curious, Louis leans in and snaps his teeth next to one of the hybrid’s floppy ears, and Harry goes completely still, the dig of his nails into Louis’ back finally easing. There’s a look of surprise on his face, and the apprehension and arousal that seep into his scent drive Louis further to the brink.

“Careful, bun,” Louis murmurs. “You wouldn’t want to get hurt, now, would you?”

Harry regards him with a curious glint in his eyes. It should tell Louis a lot that he doesn’t say no immediately, but things are made crystal clear when Harry wraps a hand around the nape of Louis’ neck, draws him closer, and bites down on the stretch between his collar and shoulder.

Louis lets out a real hiss this time, and he snaps his hips up with an intensity that audibly knocks the air from Harry’s lungs.

“Please,” Harry rasps, voice dying into a whimper when Louis glares down at him.

 “Foolish little bunny,” Louis snarls. “You don’t even know what you’re asking for.”

“I want it,” Harry says, breath catching in his throat as Louis continues thrusting into him. “Want you to, ah, hurt me.”

“Harry,” Louis warns, voice dropping to a low hiss.

“Please,” Harry begs. “I can take it. I want—“ He pauses, and Louis tracks the bob of Harry’s throat as he swallows — “I want you to bite me.”

His words unlock something in Louis that he didn’t even know was there. Overcome by a sudden urge, he pulls out and flips Harry over onto his belly. Before the bunny hybrid can even complain about the loss, Louis shoves both of his cocks back into Harry’s entrance, pushing to the hilts in one go, and Harry writhes underneath him, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. Louis starts thrusting relentlessly, placing a hand on the small of Harry’s back to pin him down before leaning forward, mouth hovering just above Harry’s neck.

He feels Harry shudder, and the warmth of his breath ghosts along the bunny hybrid’s nape.

With the way he’s pistoning into Harry, cocks enveloped in the warm heat inside of him, Louis’ getting closer and closer to his own release. He hears the bunny hybrid’s breath hitch, and that’s the last thing he registers before he’s digging his teeth into the scruff of Harry’s neck, biting hard enough to break skin. With how aroused he is, it’s hard to hold back his venom, but he manages, vision turning into static equal parts from the exertion of doing so and the intensity of his orgasm.

The taste of iron hits the back of Louis’ throat, and he faintly registers Harry spasming below him. The red flash under Louis’ eyelids fades just as Harry goes completely still, save the heaving breaths that, once Louis blinks the haze from his eyes, rack visibly through his entire body. Louis props himself up and licks over the mark he’s just made, helping it heal, and the tang of blood clings onto his tongue.

Harry’s whimpering now, soft, sweet sounds that fill the room as Louis tends to the wound. Once it’s as sufficiently closed as it can be, Louis places his hands on Harry’s hips and pulls out of the hybrid, pursing his lips at the slick and cum that spill out from Harry’s entrance as he does so. Harry lets out a soft whimper, and Louis reaches down to his waist and gently eases him over, onto his back.

“Hey, are you okay?” Louis asks, concerned. “Was that—?” His next question drops off when he looks down at Harry and sees fresh, telltale splatters of cum on his now distended torso, the sight of which, despite his previous exertion, is enough to reignite Louis’ interest.

“Hah?” Harry asks, brows knitting. His gaze is trained squarely on Louis’ face, but his eyes aren’t quite focused.

Louis chuckles. “I was going to ask if that was good, but,” he says, gesturing to Harry’s torso, “I guess this speaks for itself.”

“Mnuh,” Harry blabbers. He blinks a few times, brows furrowed, evidently trying to get a hold of himself. Louis mirrors his expression, frowning a bit in worry, and brings a hand up to cup Harry’s face.

“Buh,” Harry says, shaking his head. “Sorry, I don’t– thinking is a bit difficult right now.”

Louis gives him a sheepish grin. “Sorry, it might be the venom. I tried to keep it back, but...”

“‘S okay,” Harry says, squeezing his eyes shit. “‘M just a bit woozy. Feel kind of tingly all over.”

He pauses, then opens his eyes and peers up at Louis. “‘I’m going to die?” he asks, voice and expression surprisingly calm for the topic at hand.

“Oh, God, no,” Louis quickly confirms, duly horrified. “That wasn’t nearly enough venom to kill. If anything, it should just be calming.”

“Oh, okay,” Harry says, tone thoughtful. “Dying after having the best orgasm of my entire life wouldn’ be the worst way to go.”

Louis breathes out a relieved laugh. As he waits for Harry to regain his bearings, he threads his fingers through the hybrid’s hair, which is still silky to the touch. It’s a few moments before the Harry blinks the dreamy haze from his eyes, and Louis can tell when he’s ready because he visibly perks up, eyes bright as he looks up at Louis.

“Was it good for you, too?” he asks.

Louis laughs, softly stroking Harry’s cheek. “Yeah. You made me feel so good, honeybun. I really almost lost it when you told me to bite you.”

Harry lets out a light, delighted laugh. His gaze flits down from Louis’ face, and his eyes widen, his cheeks again turning a lovely shade of pink.

“What is it, baby?” Louis asks. He follows Harry’s gaze down, and sees that he’s looking at his own stomach, still rounded with Louis’ cum even as his release flows down onto Harry’s thighs and pools onto the sheets.

Harry reaches down and places a hand on stomach, smoothing over the roundest part of the bulge, and lets out a soft, dreamy moan. “‘S like I’m...I’ve never– prey hybrids can’t breed me like this.”

Harry jolts once the words are out of his mouth, an ear immediately flopping down and covering one of his eyes. Louis nudges it out of the way with a soft chuckle.

“You know just what to say, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asks, tilting Harry’s chin up so that their gazes meet. “Always so good for me.”

Harry gives him a sheepish smile, sweetness ebbing into his scent at the praise. Louis brings his hand down to rest atop Harry’s, floating over the roundness of his stomach. He presses down a bit and watches as more of his release rushes out of Harry’s entrance, adding to the mess already gathering on the bed.

Harry whimpers, the noise whiny and desperate, and Louis’ eyebrows raise as Harry’s cock gives a twitch of interest. He pushes down again, prodding the roundness of his belly, and sure enough, it draws a moan from Harry and coaxes his length to harden, and the sight has Louis’ arousal stirring anew.

Louis’ always had great stamina, and he knows that others usually can’t match him. Also, Harry really did exert a lot of himself just now- Louis’ sure that the bite wound still aches, and Harry’s hole still gapes, winking, not quite recovered from taking both of Louis’ cocks.

He purses his lips and rests his gaze on Harry’s face. The bunny hybrid’s eyes are filled with pure need, but Louis somehow finds self restraint.

“Why don’t we get you cleaned up now?” he asks, hoping that his smile doesn’t look as strained as it feels.

Harry’s brow furrows. “You’re not gonna fuck me? But you...” His eyes trail down to Louis’ hand, still splayed across his stomach. “What was that, then?”

“I— well, you seem a bit tired, honeybun.”

Harry frowns. “I’m a bunny hybrid. I was made for this.”

Louis’ eyebrows shoot up at the boldness of the statement, and a faint smile pulls at the corners of his lips. He pauses, considering. Harry lets out a small, needy whine and tries to get up; he nearly tumbles over, but Louis catches him, and Harry leans into his embrace, shifting forward to straddle Louis’ thighs. As hard as he tries, it’s very difficult for Louis to ignore the warm slick gushing down onto his thigh.

“Please?” Harry whimpers. “I, uhm.” Louis watches as the bunny hybrid fidgets. “I wanna try with you biting me again. But with more— more this time?”

Louis’ eyes grow wide. “With more what? Venom?”

Harry nods. “It felt nice,” he admits, reaching a hand out and smoothing it down Louis’ arm. “The tingling and stuff- it made me feel warm all over.”

Louis just nods, outward appearance entirely unreflective of the arousal pulsing hot through his entire body. Other predator hybrids wouldn’t let Louis do this; usually, it’s fine, because he didn’t even know that he was into this until, well, a couple of minutes ago. He flits his eyes across Harry’s face, tracing the panes of his expression, and finds that there’s no doubt in it. Still, he feels the need to double-check.

“You’re sure, sweetheart?” Louis asks, reaching up and stroking one of Harry’s ears, which has flopped over to touch his fringe.

“Yeah,” Harry says, already leaning in, eyes fixated on Louis’ lips. Louis chuckles, putting a hand to Harry’s chest and stopping him when their lips are barely touching. Harry frowns, and Louis smiles, amused.

“Is there anything else you want, honeybun?”

Harry nods but doesn’t say anything, expression entranced. Louis taps him on the nose, and he startles, coming back to himself.

“Y-yeah,” Harry stammers. “I want you to, uh.”

His ears twitch, but they don’t flop down, tensing above his head.

“Hmm?” Louis coaxes.

“I want you to be mean to me,” Harry admits. Louis quirks an eyebrow, smirking a bit as the wetness on his thigh grows, and Harry averts his gaze, embarrassed.

Louis smiles, bringing a hand under Harry’s chin, turning his head back to face him. “I can do that, bun. Do you have a safeword?”

Harry nods. “Golden is fine.”

“Oh?” Louis remarks, tilting his head. “You’ve done this before, have you?” He swaps his lenses, very aware of how his now jeweled irises catch the light, and a sharp tang makes its way into Harry’s scent as he stares, wide-eyed, at Louis’ face.

“Guess you are a bit of a slut,” Louis finishes, grin saccharine, before pushing the bunny hybrid down onto the mattress.

Harry shudders half in anticipation, half because the sheets are surprisingly cold now that they’ve been drenched in slick and cum, and he’s still coherent enough to feel some shame at the fact. He shifts to the side, thankful now more than ever that he’d chosen to buy a king sized bed. His entire body aches -his belly is still bloated with cum, accentuating the marks on his torso, and the nape of his neck continues to throb- but Harry’s raring to go again. Louis’ release leaks out of him as the seconds tick by, and all he wants is to be full again, addicted to the sensation.

He reaches a hand up and pulls Louis down, messily clashing their mouths together. Louis pulls back with a chuckle, and if it’s not just Harry’s horny brain messing with him, the laugh’s a touch sarcastic.

“I called you things like honeybun and sweetheart because I thought you were a precious, sweet little bun,” Louis murmurs, lips just inches from Harry’s, and Harry looks down at his mouth, hypnotized. The snake hybrid leans in next to Harry’s ear and speaks, voice low, “But it turns out that you’re quite a filthy little thing, aren’t you?”

Harry’s brain short-circuits at the words, and the only thing he can do is nod stupidly. “‘M a slut,” he agrees, embarrassingly eager. “'M a slut just for you.”

“Just for me, hmm?” Louis asks, and Harry jolts when he feels Louis’ fingers prodding at his hole. He pushes three past Harry’s rim, and tears prick at the bunny hybrid’s eyes at how easy they slide in, his hole already accustomed to the intrusion. “I think you’re lying to me, bun. You’d be fine with anyone filling you up, wouldn’t you?”

“N—ah!” Harry’s response is lost when Louis shoves a fourth finger in; it slides in with nearly as much ease as the first three digits, and Harry’s still so loose that it’s only when Louis spreads his hand that he actually feels a stretch at his rim.

“No?” Louis asks. “But look at how you’re reacting- you’d be fine with anything as long as it stretched you out, wouldn’t you, bun?”

Harry sniffles, frowning, but it’s hard to keep his mouth shut; moans pour from his lips, and he keeps his mouth partially open because it wouldn’t be worth the energy to close it, not with the sounds that Louis’ able to draw from him.

‘‘Wan— ‘wan your cocks,” he pants, as if that helps his case in the least. Honestly, Harry couldn’t care less, because Louis’ right- all he can think about right now is being fucked and filled with anything, but after Louis, he doesn’t think his own hands or any of his toys will do the job anymore. Louis adds a fifth finger, full on fisting Harry now, but it’s still not enough.

“Oh, I know, sweetheart,” Louis says, tone fully condescending. “Wouldn’t expect anything else from a cockwhore like you.”

Harry lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a whine and a moan, but he ultimately just ends up nodding again. “Uh-huh,” he agrees, already stupid. He hasn’t let himself fall so far before, but Louis is so warm and so nice even when he’s being mean, the mix of praise and derogation driving Harry crazy.

“A whore for cock, 'm just a hole for you to fuck 'n use,” Harry babbles, the words coming out of a part of his brain that he didn’t even know was there.

Louis’ gaze darkens, and Harry’s breath catches in his throat as he watches the snake hybrid’s pupils thin into slits.

“I’ll keep you to it, then,” Louis says. That’s the only warning Harry gets before Louis shoves his hand upwards, pushing his wrist past Harry’s rim, and Harry lets out a strangled cry, pretty sure that he can feel Louis in his guts.

“Ah! Y-yeah, that’s — mnh,” Harry babbles, entire body moving with Louis’ motions as he thrusts his arm into Harry’s hole. Just as Harry’s losing himself to the sensation, Louis pulls out, and a whine escapes from the back of Harry’s throat before he can even think about it.

“Such a selfish little whore,” Louis tuts. “Only caring about yourself, just wanting to get fucked somehow.”

Harry frowns, faintly registering that he’s being scolded. Louis’ hand isn’t even eye-level before Harry surges forward, bridging the space between him and the snake hybrid to capture Louis’ fingers in his mouth, sucking around the digits. The crease between his brows deepens as the taste of his own slick floods into his mouth; it’s fine, but Harry thinks that he prefers Louis’ cum.

He feels Louis’ hand against his cheek, and he leans into the touch but doesn’t let up, still licking at Louis’ fingers.

“What’s wrong, bun?”

“Mmn nnahgh,” Harry prattles incoherently, somehow forgetting that there’s fingers in his mouth. He pulls off of them and clears his throat with a small cough before bringing his gaze to Louis’ face; there’s a smirk stretched across the snake hybrid’s lips.

“I—” Harry blinks a few times, trying to remember what he even wanted to say. He feels his cheeks heating up in embarrassment, the process encouraged by the way Louis’ grin grows as he looks at Harry.

“So dumb already that you can’t remember what you were going to say, huh?” Louis says. He reaches out and catches one of Harry’s ears before it can flop down, tugging at it, and Harry lets out a small whimper. Tears prick at his eyes, and another gush of slick rushes from his hole, and he starts sniffling, paralyzed under Louis’ calculated gaze. Still, he thinks as hard as he can, and oh! The idea is back.

“'M not selfish,” Harry says smugly, all too proud of himself for remembering what he wanted to say. “Wanna make you feel good, too.” He subconsciously angles his head into Louis’ hand, yearning for praise.

“You remembered?” Louis remarks. “What a good little bun.”

Harry nods fervently. “'M good, bun’s good.”

Louis coos at him. “Bun is very good. A bit stupid, but there’s not much we can do about that, hm?”

Harry just nods, and another stripe of slick paints the sheets, the degradation churning something deep in his belly.

“Do you wanna— how do you wanna use me?” Harry asks, barely able to string the words together.

Louis’ eyes glimmer, and Harry looks on, entranced, at how they catch the light, the amber flecks in Louis’ irises absolutely breathtaking.

“Do you want to ride me, bun?”

Harry nods. He hopes it doesn’t come off too desperate, but he knows it does; honestly, at the moment, it’s taking a lot for him just to not drool.

Louis shifts on the bed, making his way over to Harry. Harry waits until Louis has settled against the headboard, then crawls over and settles into the snake hybrid’s lap. He hasn’t the mental capacity to resist the urge to rub up against Louis’ cocks, and when it earns him a pinch on the ass, Harry just giggles.

“Now?” Harry asks, wiggling his hips for good measure.

“Whenever you’re ready, sweetheart.”

Louis’ barely finished with the sentence before Harry leans forward and circles his arms around the snake hybrid’s shoulders and lifts himself up. He pauses, frowning, because he’s not quite sure how to angle himself so that he’s plugged up with both of Louis’ cocks.

“'M not sure how… help, please?”

“You want both at once?” Louis says, voice carrying an air of disbelief.

Harry nods, so sure of it that he’s honestly a bit annoyed at the delay. “Need it.” Louis grins. “Okay, bun, whatever you want.”

Harry watches as one of Louis’ hands snake underneath him, probably grasping his cocks, but Harry’s not thinking too much about the technicalities right now or, really, about anything that doesn’t involve him getting two cocks up his ass sometime soon. Louis’ other hand comes to his waist, guiding him down, and Harry supposes that he should appreciate the snake hybrid being so nice to him but he’s so impatient that, as soon as both of Louis’ cockheads push past his rim, he drop himself down, bottoming out with a harsh slap.

The pain is searing, and Harry feels like he’s actually going to be ripped apart, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He squeezes his eyes shut because they’d otherwise probably roll back into his head, and he only somewhat registers the warmth of Louis’ hand on his waist.

“Fuck, bun,” Louis hisses, and only then does Harry realize that he’s whimpering nonstop, the sounds so broken that he barely recognizes them as his.

“'M fine,” Harry pants. “'S good, 's so good, 'm so full.”

He peers down at Louis and sees his own desire reflected in his eyes, and he leans in, pressing his lips to the snake hybrid’s, seeking out the heat of his mouth. Harry starts rolling his hips up, grinding down onto Louis, and he moans into Louis’ mouth when Louis reaches behind him and squeezes his ass, palming the flesh.

“Taking me so well, Haz,” Louis praises. “Such a good little cumdump.”

Harry shudders at the words, nodding profusely. He hasn’t the brainpower to come up with original sentences, so he just takes Louis’ words and adds onto them. “'M just a cumdump, need to be filled up.”

Harry lets out a little, unexpected hiccup, causing him to startle. He lets out an embarrassed whine, and Louis smiles at him, a gesture that’s oddly tender given the situation at hand. Harry blushes and diverts his gaze to Louis’ mouth, not sure what to make of the odd stir in the pit of his stomach.

“Are you, unh, gonna—“ Harry’s brows knit; he’s already so fucked out he can barely think “bite me?”

Louis lets out a low sound that Harry’s come to recognize as the start of a hiss; pressed up this close to him, Harry can feel it in his own body. Louis leans forward, neck craned downwards, and Harry trembles as Louis’ lips ghost over the expanse of his chest, nipping softly at the skin. His knuckles are white as he grips tightly onto Louis’ shoulders, using them as leverage to push down onto his cocks.

Louis pauses at his right shoulder, and Harry’s almost too busy bouncing himself on Louis’ cocks to realize; it’s Louis’ words that coax him out of his stupor.

“Where do you want it?” Louis murmurs.

“Th-there is fine,” Harry says, body thrumming with anticipation. He sees a flash of red when Louis clamps down on his shoulder, and he comes some time before Louis finishes sinking his teeth in. The venom adds to the surge of endorphins already running through Harry’s bloodstream from his release, and his whole body is engulfed in warmth as if he’s been dipped into a cloying, heavy caramel. He can hear himself moaning, but he can barely feel the sounds forming in his throat, entire body going numb. Harry slumps against Louis, gulping greedily at the air in an effort to get it into his lungs.

“Mnh,” he babbles, flecks of white still prickling at his vision. He pulls back a bit to look at Louis, and he would’ve tipped right over had Louis not steadied him. Harry can barely focus on Louis’ face, and in this state, he’s easily distracted, gaze instead trailing down to his own stomach.

There’s a bulge there, but it’s not nearly as round as before, and Harry’s brows knit in confusion.

He raises a finger, pointing it at Louis and then down at his own stomach, and the snake hybrid lets out an amused huff that has Harry even more puzzled.

“I haven’t finished, yet, sweetheart.”

His words take Harry a few seconds to process, brain working as if it’s been clogged, and he blinks stupidly at Louis as he tries to comprehend what’s just been said. His cheeks burn with shame at the superlicious grin that stretches across Louis’ face; it makes it even harder to think.

When the words finally get through, Harry nods, then places his hands on Louis’ shoulders and rolls his hips down, drawing groans from the both of them. There’s fire and ice coursing through his veins, the flame of overstimulation soothed by the chill of venom now running through his bloodstream. Harry tries his best to move, pushing down onto Louis’ cocks, but it’s not very effective considering how fucked out he is right now, and he can barely muster the energy to hold himself up.

“‘M sorry,” he sniffles. “I—buh. Bun’s sorry.”

Louis laughs, moving Harry’s fringe out of his eyes. “Really fucked stupid this time, hm?”

Harry, as always, just nods, willing to agree to anything and everything that Louis says. He takes a moment to think, and if Harry was still coherent, maybe he’d be embarrassed that it took him so long to come up with a single word.

“More?” he asks.

Louis lets out a low groan, and Harry giggles, feeling Louis’ grip tighten on his hips. “Please, please, please,” Harry whines, wiggling his hips, upset at the fact that Louis doesn’t immediately start moving. This causes him to bounce a bit on the snake hybrid’s cocks, but it’s not nearly enough. “'M a hole, I needa' be filled.”

“God, bun, you—“ Louis lets out another groan of frustration, and Harry grins, lopsided.

“Haz’s good?” Harry asks, nudging closer to Louis’ face so they’re mere inches apart.

Louis just scoffs and shoves three fingers into Harry’s mouth, and Harry’s more than ready to take them. It brings him a lot of joy to see that, even though he’s the one leaking cum and slick everywhere, Louis’ barely any more put together than he is. He sucks hard at Louis’ fingers and, deciding to challenge himself, starts rolling his hips down to meet Louis’ thrusts. Harry’s brain feels even airier than before, and he realizes that he’s spread himself too thin only when he’s nearly fallen over.

Thankfully, Louis braces him. He rests a hand on Harry’s waist and starts bouncing Harry on his cock in tandem with the thrust of his fingers into Harry’s mouth. Somehow, it’s still not enough for Harry; electricity seems to course through his body, culminating at the peaks of it, and Harry feels it particularly strongly in his chest.

At a lack of anything better to do, Harry brings his hands up to his nipples, rolling them between his fingers. He barely gets anywhere before Louis hisses and grabs Harry’s tongue between his fingers, yanking so that Harry’s head falls back, baring the column of his throat.

“Greedy, greedy little whore,” Louis says, voice icy. “What, two cocks still not enough for you?”

“Gnnagh,” Harry manages, throat strained by the angle and tongue wiggling against Louis’ fingers. Louis lets him go, and he tips back against the sheets, his hair and ears landing in the puddle of slick and cum and spit that had gathered there some time before. Normally, he’d be annoyed if his ears got soiled in any which way, but now the dirtying of them just turns him on.

Still, he lets out a small whimper, which -from the glint in the snake hybrid’s eye- catches Louis’ interest.

Harry wails when Louis brings a hand down and rubs his ears against the sheets, using them to mop up the slick and cum and Harry’s never felt more dirty or used or pathetic and he loves it.

Tears well up in his eyes, but the sensation of them only further spikes his arousal.

“Louis, please, pl—ah!” He’s not even sure what he was begging for in the first place, but the origins are long forgotten when Louis takes one of his ears into his mouth and sucks on it, mouth hot and wet around the fur.

“No, don’t,” Harry wails, the sensation foreign; his entire body heats up when he thinks about what exactly Louis’ licking off of his ear. “'S dirty.”

Louis lets out a cold, cruel laugh. “Your entire body is filthy, bun. Your ears are the least of your worries.”

Harry sniffles pathetically, pulling the ear that Louis isn’t working at down to his mouth and licking at it frantically, trying his best to work the mats out.

“Aw, is baby bun upset?” Louis asks, watching him with a gaze that is at best condescending.

Harry’s bottom lip trembles precariously, and he gives Louis a small nod.

“It’s okay, I’ll make sure you forget all about it,” Louis says.

Harry’s briefly confused; he’s on his back one moment and flipped over onto his stomach the next, caught on Louis’ cocks all the while, and he gets the air pushed out of him when Louis starts pistoning his hips up against his ass. Harry cries out, and tears slip down his cheeks when he pinches his eyes shut. Louis was right, though, because it’s only a few thrusts before Harry completely forgets what he was so anxious about beforehand, dumb moans pouring from his lips as Louis fucks him.

‘‘Tail,” Louis orders.

Harry follows his instructions, but he’s hyperconscious about the white fluff, as it’s probably the only part of his body that isn’t marked or soiled in some way. Louis, of course, doesn’t allow him even that - Harry feels Louis’ hands at his inner thigh, gathering up slick, and then there’s a wetness in his tail that has Harry thrashing against the sheets. His tail has always been a sensitive area for him, and Louis fully capitalizes on the fact, fingers rough as they run slick through the fluff. When he gives Harry’s tail a harsh yank, Harry comes with a sob.

Harry’s not sure if anything even comes out of his cock, but everything’s mixing now, a mist of sweat and slick and cum, and the swirl of scents in the air far too overwhelming for Harry to focus on any one thing. The musk and sweetness combine and consume him, but the venom in his veins is ebbing away, giving Harry some clarity through the haze of his exhaustion. Louis’ still fucking him into the sheets, making his cock rub up against the mattress, and Harry’s tail is now caught between his back and Louis’ front, relentlessly stimulated in the rub of their bodies.

Harry’s already half-hard again when Louis reaches beneath him and pinches his nipples, and Harry arches his back, bucking up into the touch.

“Mmn, Louis, I—'s, 's so good,'' Harry moans. Louis ramps up the pace, pistoning with an intensity that has slaps and squelches sounding non stop throughout the room. When Louis’ hips stutter a bit, Harry’s ears perk up just a bit before flopping back down, their owner lacking the energy to maintain their positioning.

“'S soon?” Harry asks, breathy.

“Yeah, bun, I’m close.”

Harry hums, and tries his best to cant his hips back, wanting to make Louis feel good, too.

Unsurprisingly, he just ends up getting fucked into the mattress, used as if he’s just a doll, the thought of which leaves him whimpering.

Harry nearly blacks out when Louis comes, the snake hybrid’s release pumping into his walls and filling him up like he’s an inflatable balloon. He thinks that he won’t be able to have sex with anyone else after this – surely not a prey hybrid. Vaguely, Harry feels Louis flip him over, and he moans at the adjustment of the cocks inside of him.

“Look at you,” Louis groans, hips stilling against Harry’s. “So round and so pretty hanging off my cocks.”

Harry mewls, peering up at Louis through hooded eyes. He doesn’t even have to shift his gaze to know how bloated he looks; he can feel it. Still, he can’t resist the urge to look, and when he peers down, a soft moan escapes him. He brings hand to his stomach, caressing the bulge that has formed there, and lets out a satisfied whimper. This time around, it doesn’t just look as if he’s pregnant; at this rate, he must be carrying triplets.

Harry’s eyes are barely open, and his breathing is still frantic, and he reaches out lazily, seeking Louis’ touch. Louis leans down but keeps himself propped up above the curve of Harry’s stomach in an act of consideration that makes Harry feel strangely warm. After Harry’s breathing has levelled, Louis motions to pull out, and Harry reaches to the side to catch his wrist.

“Wait,” Harry protests, frowning. “If you do that, I’ll be empty.”

Louis huffs, a smile on his lips. “Well, we’ve got to get you cleaned up some time, don’t we, sweetheart?”

Harry purses his lips but gives Louis a slight nod. “Yeah.” He tries not to sound disappointed, but he must fail miserably at it because Louis gives him an apologetic smile.

“Don’t worry, bun,” Louis says. “I can just fuck you full again later.”

Harry’s ears perk straight up, and he looks at Louis with a curious excitement. “Promise?”

Louis pauses for a moment, and Harry’s ears flop down sadly. His lips pull into a small frown. “No?”

Louis laughs. “Sorry, you just caught me off guard, bun.”

Harry smiles, then, and Louis reciprocates with a grin.

“So?” Harry asks, eyes again bright.

Louis huffs in amusement. “Yes, I promise.”

Harry preens, beaming up at Louis. Louis presses a brief kiss to Harry’s lips before he pulls out, and though Harry was anticipating it, it doesn’t make him any less sad; he whimpers, feeling his belly deflate as slick and cum trickle out of his entrance and down onto the sheets.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Louis says. Harry nods, drowsy, and when Louis brings a hand to his cheek, he nuzzles into his palm and lets his eyes flutter shut.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet, bun,” Louis says, voice soft. “You have to tell me where the bathroom is.”

“Second on the left,” Harry mumbles, words slurring together.

When Louis motions to get off the bed, Harry startles. “No no no no no,” he says, panicked. He reaches out blindly and almost falls over, but Louis catches him in his arms, pulling Harry close.

“Woah, woah, it’s okay,” Louis soothes, running a hand through Harry’s hair. “I’m just gonna go get some things to clean you up, then I’ll come right back here.”

“Oh,” Harry says, voice small. “Okay.”

Louis gives him a gentle smile. “Is there a towel I can use?”

Somewhere in the back of Harry’s brain, he recognizes that it’s his place, and that he really shouldn’t be putting all this responsibility on a stranger, but he’s so exhausted that all the logic he has left is used up in his bid to answer Louis’ question. “Any of the hand towels are fine.”

Louis hums, and then he’s gone, the bed dipping in his wake. Harry slumps down against the mattress, and he grimaces at the coldness soaked into his sheets, then opts to curl up into a ball to avoid as much of it as he can. As promised, Louis returns just a few moments later; the bed dips again, and Harry turns and curls in his direction.

Harry’s eyes stay shut as Louis runs the cloth over his body, the warmth soothing the not entirely unpleasant ache in his joints. When Louis pats his thigh, Harry lifts his leg willingly, but he whimpers when the cloth runs near his inner thighs, still a bit sensitive. Louis’ careful, though, and it’s over soon, and Harry does feel a lot cleaner and better than before.

“Do you want to go wash up now?” Louis asks, voice so gentle that Harry wants to wrap it over himself like a blanket and fall asleep in it. Harry nods but otherwise doesn’t stir at all. He hears Louis laugh, and the sound brings a faint smile to his lips.

“I can run a bath?” Louis offers.

“Yeah,” Harry murmurs. “That’d be nice.”

This time, while he’s waiting for Louis to come back, some clarity returns to his brain, and with it, embarrassment. By the time Louis returns, he’s alert and very, very apologetic.

“The bath is ready,” Louis says, and Harry’s embarrassment deepens.

“Thank you. I’m sorry, I should’ve—,” Harry begins. He starts to get up only to fall back onto the bed, wincing in discomfort. The corners of his lips pull downwards, and Louis lets out a small laugh.

“Hey,” Harry whines, though he’s sure Louis can see the way his lips upturn at the corners. “You’re the one who did this to me, you should at least feel a little bad.”

“I do, bun,” Louis says, no less amused and no more sorry than before. Harry narrows his eyes at him, and Louis only chuckles before striding closer and slotting his arms underneath Harry, one under his back and the other under his knees. Harry lets out a small noise of surprise when Louis picks him up, but he shifts only a bit before settling comfortably against Louis’ chest.

Truth be told, Louis’ arms are positively aching once he sets Harry down at the end of the tub, but it’s worth it seeing how content the bunny is. He turns the tap on and - after some confusion about how the temperature settings work, much laughter, and a disgruntled defense on his part about the lack of standardization in the shower industry - is able to run a bath, squeezing in a dollop of product that Harry hands him.

In a bout of post-sex clarity, Louis motions to leave, not wanting to intrude; it strikes him that a lot of the things they’ve done have gone much past that of Louis’ other one-night stands.

But it’s not like Harry’s just another one-night stand- he’d made Louis promise him that they’d see each other again, didn’t he? Or was that just Harry’s fucked out brain speaking?

Louis is suddenly very nervous, and his indecision gives Harry the time to take note of his awkward shuffling.

“You’re not going to stay?” Harry asks, submerged in bubbles all the way up to his neck, and Louis’ stomach does a little somersault at the sight.

Louis purses his lips. “Can I?”

“If you want to, yeah,” Harry says. Louis can tell that he’s trying to keep his voice measured, and the hybrid’s eyes are too hopeful for Louis to refuse.

Louis walks closer to the tub, and he catches a note of anxiousness in Harry’s scent that gives him a bit more confidence until he realizes that, maybe, Harry can smell the nervousness on him, too.

Louis stops at the edge of the tub, unsure of what to do, and his cheeks flare at the awkwardness of the situation. He’s sure that Harry also feels that it’s a bit weird for Louis, a stranger –acquaintance at best– to get into the bath with him. The bed is one thing, this…

Louis, just coming off of possibly the best sex he’s ever had, is not sure why, of all times, he’s freezing up like this. The only thing that gets him out of his own head is, after taking another look at the marks on Harry’s body, the recognition that the least he could do is stick around for aftercare.

“Sorry, I — uhm.” Harry lets out a rather nervous laugh, then sinks down below the bubbles, face reddening.

Louis grins, and it’s the desire to save Harry from embarrassment that finally plants an actionable thought in his head. “I could help you wash your hair?”

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” Harry says, a pleasant smile adorning his face. Harry fetches the bottle from the cubby and hands it to Louis, then leans up to the edge of the tub, tilting towards the snake hybrid.

Now that they’ve figured out something to do, the quiet in the room is no longer awkward. The whole situation is quite pleasant, actually, especially when Harry starts humming. As Louis rubs the shampoo into Harry’s hair, he eventually draws close to the mark on his neck; he feels a bit bad about it, but the sight also has a sense of pride swelling in his chest.

“Hey, uhm,” Harry starts. Louis waits a bit for the rest of the sentence; when it doesn’t come, he hums in question, hands unpausing as he massages Harry’s scalp. He looks down at the bunny hybrid when one of Harry’s ears flop sideways, falling against one of Louis’ hands.

“About the– the promise I asked you for? That was a bit weird, sorry,” Harry says, voice soft and hesitant.

Louis laughs. “No, it’s fine. It’s cute.” He pauses for a moment, teeth worrying at his bottom lip. “You’re cute.”

He smiles at the sweetness that seeps into Harry’s scent, and even more so at the next words that the bunny hybrid utters. “Would you want to do this again?”

“Yeah,” Louis says, not missing a beat.

“Oh,” Harry remarks, as if he wasn’t expecting Louis’ answer. “That means that I get to have your number, right?”

Louis smiles, fully endeared. “Yeah, guess so.”

Harry turns and beams at him, and then he suddenly looks nervous again. “I’m not usually this awkward,” he says. “I don’t— you just make me nervous, I guess.”

“Not in a bad way, I hope,” Louis says, grinning.

Harry shakes his head. “Not just in a predator prey way, either. You, uhm. You’re really pretty. Magnetic, even.”

Louis thinks about how to respond, and Harry’s ears let him know that he lets the silence drag on a second too long by flopping down over the bunny hybrid’s face. Unfortunately enough, since Louis’ already worked his hands through them, this means that Harry gets soap in his eyes.

Louis laughs, but in the next second, he helps Harry wash it out, a bit thankful that it gives him some time to think about how he should proceed.

“Thank you, I’m flattered,” Louis says, once Harry has settled back against the tub. “I could say the same about you – you’re also very magnetic.”

“Really?” Harry says, visibly perking up.

Louis returns his grin. “Yeah, definitely. I was waiting for you at the bar, you know. Or else I would’ve left that hellhole as soon as I got out of the bathroom.”

Harry’s smile grows somewhat abashed, and he averts his gaze; from his scent, Louis can tell that he’s quite pleased about what Louis has just said. After a brief moment of thought, Louis figures that it’s his turn to take some initiative.

“Next time, would you want to do something else, instead?” he asks.

Harry tilts his head to the side. “Like what?”

“Like— go out for dinner or something.”

Harry smiles. “Yeah, I’d like that.” Then, his grin grows somewhat cheeky.

“What?” Louis asks.

“Why ‘instead’? Why not both? I can eat dinner and get fucked within an inch of my life, you know.”

Louis’ eyebrows shoot up, and in a bid to avoid sputtering at the sudden shift in demeanor (he’d be lying if he said he weren’t even more interested in the bunny hybrid than he was before, though), he flicks some water at Harry. The bunny hybrid takes it with stride and flicks some back at him, and Louis puts his hands up in surrender to protect the sanctity of his pants and of Harry’s bathroom. Harry relents, shifting forward in the tub and positioning himself under the showerhead to wash his hair out. While Louis is waiting, he takes a few deep breaths, heart racing in a way that’s unfamiliar but wholly welcome. He gets a strong whiff of the scents wafting through the bathroom; he’s sure that, by now, the aromas are clinging all over him, seeping into his clothes. Liam’s going to give him an earful when he gets back, 'Just never felt the urge', huh? but Louis thinks that it’s definitely worth it.