A personal favorite is Harry teasing Louis so that he ends up getting fucked within an inch of his life.
And imagine Louis being so wound up after that; all keyed up on the ride home, his fist clenched so hard his knuckles turn white; flicking his fringe out of his eyes impatiently. And when they finally get home Harry heads for the bedroom and Louis grabs the back of his scarf, pulling him against his chest and whispering in his ear “where do you think you’re going” and by the time they make it into a bed Harry’s thighs are quivering, but he can’t do anything because his hands are tied behind his back (why else does Louis buy those scarves) so he just let’s Louis grab onto his hips and fuck up into him while he bounces around in his lap..
But sometimes Louis tries to play coy when Harry does this; ignoring him when they’re finally alone until Harry is begging for is and well, either way, the result works in his favor.
Because there are times when Harry needs to channel his inner Charlotte York:
Have a nice day.