Whisper The Wind (Larry Stylinson)

Vegan Desserts

The aromas of ginger and garlic waft through the living area as Louis walks in, freshly showered and feeling almost human. He comes up behind Harry at the stove and wraps his arms around his waist, leaning against his bare back and placing a kiss between his shoulder blades. "Mmmm... smells good, Haz."

Harry tips his head back and to the side, seeking out Louis' mouth for a kiss. Louis is happy to oblige. "Just something simple, didn't want to spend all my time in the kitchen tonight," Harry says as he turns off all the burners and picks up the wok.

"You'll have to let me in here soon, you know, at least to help out," Louis says as he turns towards the sink, and flicks on the tap, rinsing the chopping board and a few other dishes before loading them into the dishwasher.

Harry carries the wok over to the bench and fills the waiting plates with a large stack of Asian veggies, the fragrant sauce infiltrating his senses. "What's your speciality then, Tomlinson?"

Louis takes the empty wok from Harry and runs it under the tap. "Actually, uhm, I love making vegan desserts. Almond bases, cashew nut cream, cacao chocolate mousse. That sort of thing."

When Harry doesn't respond, Louis shuts off the tap and turns towards him, startling at his expression. Harry's brows are practically in his hairline and his mouth is hanging open. Harry makes this little pained squeak and it's adorable, but also a bit concerning.

"Mate, you're gonna catch flies."

Harry snaps his jaw closed and runs the fingers of both hands through his hair. "You make... vegan desserts?"

"Yeah?" Louis frowns, not sure what the big deal is. "What? I like to cook and I love desserts, but I told you that dairy doesn't agree with me much, so vegan is a great alternative." Harry is still standing, frozen in place, so Louis barrels on. "I love the science of it too, replacing ingredients and finding those that will perform the same function, but vegan versions. Also, I actually think vegan desserts taste much better than nor-"

"Nrrrghhhh...." Harry moans and drops to his knees, sliding across the floor and reefing down Louis' basketball shorts and boxers in one motion. He dives in, face first, and noses at the base of Louis' cock, hands coming to rest on his arse cheeks and squeezing firmly.

Louis feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room, gasping, he grabs the sink with his left hand, and Harry's shoulder with the other, barely keeping himself upright.

Harry doesn't waste any time sucking the entirety of Louis' soft dick and both his balls into his mouth, nose pressed hard against Louis' pelvic bone, and swirling his tongue around.

Louis starts to harden immediately, the rush of blood to his groin almost enough to bring him crashing to the floor. "Fucking hell, Haz, oh my god!"

Harry pulls off, sucking in a breath. "You. Are going to fucking kill me." Harry eyes Louis' cock hungrily and groans, plunging straight back in and sucking Louis into his mouth.

Louis isn't going to last long, already fully hard in record time with the way Harry is working him over. The noises coming from Harry's throat are reverberating through his entire body and the sounds of slurping and sucking are filling the kitchen and making Louis' knees quake.

"Jesus. Your mouth. Harry, fuck," Louis cries as he throws his head back moaning obscenely, fingers white knuckling from the grip he's got on the bench.

Harry pulls Louis' arse cheeks apart and trails a finger down to his hole, prodding and rubbing around the rim.

Louis tenses and then relaxes into it, relishing in the sensations and speed with which he's hurtling towards his release. "Yeah, babe, yeah. Fuck. So good." He looks down at Harry, and the visual of Harry on his knees like this is enough to have him bucking into his wet heat.