three chickens

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louis was quite proud of his first dish.

"it looks and smells delicious, louis," harry says, as he inhales the blissful aroma in tranquility.

louis grins, "good to hear that, haz. i'm nearly finished."

however, louis' grin is erased from his face as soon as he feels something grasp onto his ass.

a warm breath behind his ear sends tingles down his spine, with his body tensing as harry purrs, "i can't wait until you're finished. you cooking this meal drives me insane."

the chicken fic. • larry stylinsonWhere stories live. Discover now