Louis pretended not to hear him, and continued speeding away. He sped to the sofa and looked back, realising that Harry hadn’t come out to catch him. As if it was a warning that teachers gave to students that weren’t paying attention – one that had no actual punishment even if ignored, Louis thought that him touching Harry’s ass was overlooked after that call of “Louis, come back”.
He scanned the surroundings, put the freesia on the dining table, and returned to the kitchen.
Everything looked normal in the kitchen: the braised ribs were marinated with light and dark soy sauce, balsamic vinegar and cooking wine. The potatoes were boiled in the pan, waiting to be peeled. The semi-finished mushroom grilled fish was roasting in the oven. Harry was holding a knife, devising the prawns one by one.
Louis, looking very free and restless, opened the refrigerator and tore open the ice cream box, eating two at once.
Delicious.
Just as he was about to eat a third one, he suddenly heard Harry, who had finished with the shrimps and was washing his hands, say slowly, “Louis, can you not hear me when I’m talking?”
Louis startled, slowly put the ice cream back into the refrigerator, and turned his head, “Hm? I’m listening.”
Harry wiped his hands dry, “Take the potatoes out.”
“Oh oh, okay.” Louis turned off the fire, took out all the potatoes, then waved the colander in the air and asked, “What’s the next step? Peeling them?”
Harry, from behind Louis, took away the colander, “Do you remember what you did just now.”
Louis felt the atmosphere change, “… T-took out the potatoes.”
Harry said, “Before that.”
Louis said, “… I j-just ate two ice creams.”
“Even before that.”
“Um… I put the flowers in a vase…”
“Mm, even before that.”
Even before that.
Even before that…
Didn’t I just touch your ass?
You have an ass but don’t allow others to touch it?
Then why did you grow an ass?
Louis turned around and forced himself to say self-righteously, “I just… touched you once, what about it? You have something like this, and don’t allow others to touch it?”
Harry looked down at Louis, lips curving up, “That does make sense.”
Louis was stared at until he felt uneasy, “I-I didn’t say anything wrong…”
Harry said, “Then why did you run?”
Why did he run…
It was only thrilling if he ran after groping it.
Louis was in the midst of thinking of a valid reason, when he was pushed onto the counter by Harry.
Harry groped Louis’ crotch over his jeans.
“Mmph,” Louis’ abdominal muscles clenched up, the front of his pants tightening lol
Harry unbuckled Harry’ belt, unzipped his pants, and fondled him over the material of his undergarments.
“Mmph… Ha…”
Intense pleasure.
But at the same time, he felt extremely embarrassed, because Harry’s expression looked no different from when he was preparing the pork ribs and deveining the prawns. Louis arched his body like a prawn, trembling in Harry’s hands.
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