"I want a rim job."

"And I will happily give you that."

Harry cheekily replies, throwing Louis a wink. Louis squirms in his seat and clears his throat.

"You dirty little shit. Go get my drink."

"Yes, sir!"

Harry is quick to make the drink, doing his best job to make Louis happy. He gives him a fun straw that only is given for specific drinks, though he doesn't care. Louis deserves the best. He carefully walks back with the large milkshake, making sure he doesn't trip and make a fool of himself. Louis claps excitedly when he sees the drink.

"This looks so good!"

As soon as Harry puts the drink down, Louis wraps his lips around the thick straw, sucking the white liquid from it quickly, moaning as he does so. Harry stands, gaping at the display, almost fainting when Louis pulls back, whipped cream spread over his glossy lips.

"This rim job is so good, Hazza."

Harry becomes flustered, looking up at the roof as he sways nervously.

"And I would know."

This makes Harry flush a deeper shade, fiddling with his apron. He wrings it up in his hands, wrinkling the material.

"Would you know, curly?"

Harry gasps.

"What?"

"Would you know what a good rimjob is? Have you had one before?"

Harry shakes his head with a gulp and Louis smirks, picking up the drink and putting it to Harry's hands.

"Try it then, love. I am sure you will love it."

Harry takes a quick sip, looking at Louis the whole time.

"Good boy."