Louis gave a tiny shrug, acting perfectly coy and not-at-all indecent. "You're a good babysitter." "You're a good..." Harry's attention was split between red thin lips and cobalt blue eyes. "Daddy," Harry breathed at last, the soft-spoken word curling between them. Suddenly, the air in the car turned thick from sexual tension. "Mr. Tomlinson?" The corners of Harry's lips curled up in a tiny, revealing smirk. "Can I give you a blowjob?" [Louis is married. Harry is the babysitter.]