rosy cheeks / larry
fuck, is the first word that crosses his mind during his first day at his new job as a private academy professor. because standing right before him, is hey fucking angel ninety fucking eight, with the same wide, green eyes and the same obscenely plump lips and flushed cheeks that he has spent countless hours wanking to while mentally calling the boy that is practically the perfect definition of a good sub kitten, while he fucks himself for the camera and various other men.
and sure, louis has spent countless hours imagining a scenario when he'd come across the same angelic boy that has a penchant for pressing his cheeks against the bed and fucking himself open roughly with sex toys, but he never would've thought of meeting him like this. at a cramped coffee shop that's located smack dab in the middle of the academy that louis teaches at and heyangel98 is obviously a student at. so of course the first thing in his mind would be fuck, because that's all he wants to do to him.