(twenty) eight chickens

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louis shoved the plate in slowly, and once it was all in, harry sighed. the moaning mess only got driven even further into a world of ecstasy as louis shoved all of the contents further through his intenstines.

"you feel so good harry," he smiles, spanking harry's ass, leaving a red mark on his porcelain skin.

harry cries out, "deeper! g-g-go deeper!"

and so louis did.

louis could feel how harry couldn't take anymore. he pulled out his arm, some of the meal leaking out of his hole.

he watched his boyfriend make a few choking sounds, which was enough to make louis cum in his own pants.

finally, harry spat out the meal, with the plate echoing a loud cacophony of the contents dropping onto the counter top.

harry turned around, gripping louis' shirt to bring him closer.

louis could see the beads of sweat running down his forehead that his tangled curls were clinging onto. he licked the drool mixed with the food, which was dripping down his chin.

they kissed each other passionately, with louis tasting the contents.

louis pulled away from him and whispered,

"we should do this more often."

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