the chicken fic. • larry stylinson

seven chickens

and so louis did.

he grabbed the plate.

he firmly grasped the chicken stuffed with mozarella, wrapped in parma ham with a side a mash potato.

he twisted the fist full of food without a warning into harry, causing him to feel a wild mess of pleasure.

"oh, louis! yes!" he groans at the warmth of the chicken hitting his prostate. harry was surprised at how louis seemed to know how to drive him crazy, even if they were both virgins.

"mmm, you look so good, hazza," he purrs, watching the oils ooze out of his boyfriend's ass.

"more, louis! please- uh- uh- f- fuck! f- fuck me up, lou!" harry pulls his ass cheeks further apart, as if he just couldn't get enough of the sensation of pleasure.

louis takes another handful, this time it was the mashed potato. he fisted it into harry, who was filling the kitchen with his screams.

"come on, lou. more! the plate, g-get the entire fucking plate!" he hits the wall, enjoying the mix of pain and the feelings he had just wanted him to keep taking it to the next level.

"little slut, 'can't get enough of it can you?" louis chuckled.