Harry can hardly be faulted for spiralling a little at the fact that the man who first introduced him to the concept of that kind of daddies long before Harry would have the language to describe that concept and its appeal is two bloody tables away, under the sodding Tuscan sun. “Jesus, he’s so fucking fit. How is he even hotter in person?”

“Harry, Christ.” His friends laugh and Harry blushes. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re very right. But you’re also being a little loud, babe.” 

Shit. Harry glances in the direction of Stanley Tucci’s table before he can think it through and finds himself on the overwhelming end of direct eye contact once again. Fuck, he clearly had been too loud. This is unfathomably embarrassing. 

Except.

Did he just... wink?

Louis’ Groundhog Day special is more a nod to the movie than the holiday itself, and it’s got almost everyone on edge. 

Remember, remember the Filth of November.

Niall enjoyed Louis' Bastille Day special so much that he's booked a private session for him and his lady on Guy Fawkes Day.

To celebrate the anniversary of the day they met, Harry joins Louis on his side of the glory hole and Louis tweaks his usual Halloween offer. Or: The couple that blows together, grows together.

Niall taking care of the bill has always turned Shawn on. Sometimes he feels the need to thank him immediately.

Harry's agreed to let someone else fuck Louis. As long as Louis describes it all to him as it's happening.

A love story told by five swings who each were there to see a piece of it unfold.

On a familiar, empty stretch of road, she turns to sneak a look at Harry. Her head’s leaned back, loose curls dancing wildly in the wind, arm extended out the window, her palm slicing serenely through the air.

Zayn can just make out the hint of a dimple in her cheek, and suddenly she understands her nerves.

She’s never liked someone like this.

Liam’s booked himself a private session for his birthday to finally properly explore his interest in spanking. After all the months of build up, a simple 29 spankings for 29 years would probably be celebration enough. But he and Louis might each have a surprise in store, too.

Louis gets a little caught up in adoring Harry's endearing breakfast-making habits. After breakfast, they both get a lot caught up in adoring each other's bodies.

Harry's desires are plentiful and complicated in a way that's always worried and confused him. Being with Louis and Zayn helps him explore the seemingly disparate aspects of who he is and what he wants, and to realize he doesn't have to choose just one.

For Bastille Day, (King) Louis gives his loyal subjects a cheeky choice: Kiss the Crown or Storm the Bastille.

Louis’ Easter weekend glory hole special offers a choice: Secular or Sacrilege? His regulars are game, but Harry has his own Easter celebration in mind.

“Don’t get me wrong, you were adorable in high school.”

Oh. Well, fuck. 

“And you even started to show signs at what might be hiding underneath that adorableness by the time you graduated.”

Ok, but what the fuck?

“But I never would have predicted this.”

“What the fuck is happening?” 

Tim does laugh at that. And staring at his mouth as he does is what makes Harry realize his own bottom lip is slack, his jaw having dropped in disbelief and then decided to just hang out there until Harry screams at his brain to return it to a more dignified position. 

“Want a beer?” Tim asks, nodding in the direction of his truck. “Think I still have a few in my cooler.”

And yes, Harry wants a fucking beer. He wants all of them.

Louis' Valentine's Day glory hole special is getting shot by "Cupid's arrow." And he's got a very full quiver to unload.