Summary: Louis doesn't have a habit of thinking about Harry's dick.
That would be weird, seeing as they're best mates, and they share a flat, and they've spent holidays at each other's family homes. Their friendship hasn't ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate's dick, and he's happy to keep it that way.
Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it's been in.
Maybe it's the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis' just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he's never seen before, but. Louis' mind can't stop obsessing over the idea.
Rating: Explicit
Trope: friends to lovers
kinda of a slow burn
my rating: 10/10
my thoughts: it's a fast fic you can finish it in maybe two hrs anyways it was amazing read it
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