Uniquely Flawless - Larry Stylinson AU Kitten!Harry {Book2}

Chapter 3 (mature already...?)

[A/N]: CAPITULO TRES. Meow. THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO Dashi1D COS she made me some cool fanart! Check it out in the multimedia!

[Liam's P.O.V]

I awoke to someone prodding at my side and a voice whispering, "Liam... Li... hey, Liam?"

I attempted to squirm away from the poking fingers and the voice that was trying to pull me out of a nice sleep. The hands were persistent, however, and I quickly had another warm body pressed against my back and an arm wrapped tightly around my middle. Sighing, I opened my eyes and reached back to place a hand on the boy I knew was behind me, "Good morning, Niall."

"Morning, Liam!" he exclaimed cheerfully. "I'm hungry."

"You know where the kitchen is," I reminded him, dropping my arm and closing my eyes again.

"Liam," Niall whined. "It's lonely in there... and you always make food better."

"I think you're just lazy," I sighed.

"You're the one who won't get up," he pointed out, trying to worm his other arm under my body so he could pull me into a sitting position.

I allowed him to pull me until I was slumped against him, and then I turned and nuzzle against his bare stomach, "You're warm..."

He huffed, "I wouldn't snuggle against my stomach like that. It's hungry, and I can't control it's actions when it's hungry. It'd probably be best for your safety if you fed me. Then we can take a nap on the couch or something."

I sighed dramatically, "You'll have to carry me."

"I'll suck you off if you make me pancakes," Niall replied.

"And I'm up!" I scrambled off of Niall and hurried to pull sweats and a t-shirt on since I was only clad in boxers. Niall laughed, slipping in front of me for his own pair of sweat pants, but he went without a shirt.

"What you said earlier... about what you'd do if I made you pancakes. Did you mean before... after... during?" I rambled as I wandered toward the kitchen with Niall trailing behind me.

"Hmm," Niall said in a pondering tone, brushing his hand across my back as we entered the kitchen. "Well I think during would be a bit messy... but whatever you want babe, I mean... pancakes..."

I laughed, "After then..."

Niall sat at the kitchen and sipped orange juice as I made multiple pancakes, and then once they were ready he ate about five in less than ten minutes. He of course went back for the final two pancakes as I finished my own plate and carried it over to the sink and ran water to wash the dishes. I scrubbed at my plate and cup absentmindedly, until there was suddenly a plate splashing into the sink next to me, and then my sweats and boxers were pulled down to my ankles.

"It's after!" Niall forced his way between me and the counter, dropping to his knees. My groin gave an excited twitch that was completely uncontrollable.

"Niall I can't," I shook my head as Niall gazed up at me. "There's no way I can do the dishes if you're..."

"If I'm what, Liam?" Niall grinned.

"You know..." I blushed.

"Say it."

"No..."

"Say it, or I'm going to watch the telly!" he bellowed.

"While you're sucking me off!" I snapped.

"Try," he suggested, and then he took my semi-hard cock into his hand and wrapped his lips around the head of it.