the chicken fic. • larry stylinson

four chickens

louis was at loss for words. he stuttered, "o-oh? r-really?"

he can feel harry smirking against his neck, possibly leaving a mark on it too, as he leaves kisses and love bites all over it, "mmm, you have no idea."

louis started to feel some certain way below his stomach.

"what do you want me to do about it?" he says quietly, almost like a whisper.

harry brings his crotch closer, pressing against louis' tight jeans.

"shove that chicken stuffed with mozzarella, wrapped in parma ham with a side of mash up my ass, louis."