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L awrence pulled into the underground parking garage behind Remy. He'd decided to drive his vehicle instead of leaving it at the wedding venue and having questions asked. He watched Remy pull into a parking spot, and Lawrence took the empty one three spaces over.
Getting out of his car, Lawrence found Remy standing by the trunk. The other man held his hand out to him, and Lawrence only hesitated a second before taking it. He was used to being in the opposing role, but he sensed that Remy would not have it that way.
They got onto the elevator, and Remy released his hand to pull a keycard from his wallet. He inserted it into the slot and pressed the button for the top floor.
“Well, aren't you fancy?” Lawrence stated.
Remy chuckled. “I like the idea of having privacy and knowing I'm secure. Cruz is the fancy one since his company was contracted for the system.”
“So, the way Alijah and Kieran's condo is.”
Remy nodded. “Kieran's building was the prototype. When other condo and property owners heard about it, they wanted it.”
When the elevator doors opened, Remy removed the key and led them off and to the left. They passed by a door before coming to one at the end of the hall. Remy unlocked it, tapping the same keycard against the door. He opened it, stepping aside to allow Lawrence to enter first.
As he entered, Lawrence looked around the open space, taking in the décor. It was nice. The living room flowed into the dining room, which in turn flowed into the kitchen. However, there was a distinct separation in each room. The colors decorated them differently, allowing them to stand out on their own but still blend seamlessly together.
“Would you like a drink?”Remy asked, and Lawrence watched as he made his way over to the bar.
“Sure,”he responded. “Surprise me.”
As Remy made them drinks, Lawrence walked over to the mantle above the fireplace and looked at the different things he had sitting there. There were a few small abstract pieces, and they were done beautifully.
Lawrence glanced to his left towards the front door, and a painting he hadn't seen when he walked in drew his attention. He smiled because he knew that art style signature in the corner. Going over, he confirmed that Alijah had indeed painted it.
“It's beautiful, right?”Remy questioned, and Lawrence turned to find him watching him from the bar.
Nodding, Lawrence walked over while Remy grabbed a bottle; of what, Lawrence couldn't tell. “It is. It was past time for her to show her talents to the world.”Lawrence took the glass that Remy held out to him.
He took a sip from it before turning to a mirror to the bar's right and approached it, taking in the detailing in the frame. It was an antique and probably expensive. He felt it should have stuck out where it was, but it didn't. It blended well like everything else.
Reaching up, he gently ran his fingers along the detailing. He'd always liked decorative pieces and antiques and attributed that to his mother.
“You have good taste,”Lawrence said before taking another drink from the glass.
Remy stepped up behind him, and Lawrence looked at him through the mirror. “I'd like to think so.”Lawrence watched the other man give him a once-over before taking a drink from his glass. “I have another one just like it in my bedroom. Would you like to see it?”
Lawrence smiled at him through the mirror. “Subtle.”
Remy placed his chest to Lawrence's back. “And it's the only time I will be tonight,”he spoke next to his ear .
Those dark brown eyes locked with Lawrence's in the mirror as Remy slowly licked his ear lobe. Lawrence swallowed before taking another drink.
Remy took a step back, taking Lawrence's free hand, and led the way to the bedroom. He didn't take in anything they passed as they went. Instead, focusing on the man in front of him.
When they entered Remy's large bedroom, it was decorated just as nicely as the other parts of the house. Lawrence followed him in and over to the mirror. He took the glass from Lawrence's hand and placed it on the dresser.
This mirror was larger than the one in the living room but still had the same detailing. Lawrence could see most of his body in it as Remy stepped up behind him again. This time, the other man's hands took the suit jacket Lawrence was wearing and pulled it down his arms.
It was tossed into a chair nearby, and Remy's hands returned to him. Lawrence watched through the mirror as Remy loosened his tie, pulled it off, and tossed it with his jacket.
His hands went to the top button on Lawrence's shirt, their eyes holding each other's in the mirror. The buttons were slowly undone, andthe shirt was pulled out of Lawrence's pants. Remy's gaze never left his, and the intensity behind his eyes had Lawrence's breath hitching.
When all the buttons were undone and the shirt hung open, Remy's hand went to the waistband of Lawrence's pants. His hand slightly grazed over the skin as it trailed up Lawrence's abdomen.
He pulled the shirt from Lawrence's shoulder, and it disappeared out of his line of sight with everything else. Hands returned to Lawrence's belt, which was removed and tossed aside in seconds.
Remy's hand cupped Lawrence through his slacks and gripped him. Lawrence found himself moaning. He was already hard, a product of the other man licking his earlobe and the slow undressing that he was now putting him through only served to add to that.
It was not what Lawrence had expected. He'd half expected a frenzy of clothes flying off as soon as they entered. He'd thought they'd get right to business because he'd been promised a wild night. However, Lawrence knew that wild didn't always mean fast. This build-up would add to the anticipation.
Remy released him to continue his slow undressing, hands skimming over bare skin as he pushed Lawrence's slacks down his thighs.
“Shoes.”Was all the other man needed to say for Lawrence to step out of them along with his pants.
Remy moved them to the side and pulled Lawrence's socks off. When the other man stood back up, his eyes took Lawrence in through the mirror. Lingering on his dick, that was hard and at attention.
Remy turned him to face him, tipping his chin up. Lawrence was not short by any means, standing at six feet, but the other man had at least five inches on him. Leaning in, Remy's lips stopped a hair’s breadth away.
“Undress me,”he commanded, his lips ghosting against Lawrence's as he spoke.
Lawrence watched Remy take a step back and knew that he would enjoy undressing him just as much as he'd just enjoyed being undressed by him.
R emy watched as Lawrence's eyes scanned over him. Those hazel irises were filled with desire, and Remy was sure his eyes mirrored the sentiment, had darkened with the lust that was overtaking his body.
“Shoes first,”Lawrence told him, and Remy did as he requested, stepping out of his shoes and sliding them aside with his foot.
Lawrence unbuttoned his suit jacket and pushed it from Remy's shoulders. Once it was off, he tossed it into the chair Remy had previously tossed Lawrence's clothes on.
Lawrence pulled his shirt from his pants and started unbuttoning it, starting at the bottom and working his way up. Remy had undone his tie in the car, which hung around his neck. Lawrence freed him of the shirt, leaving the tie as his hands went to the buckle of his belt, getting rid of it .
His hand grazed Remy's dick as he unzipped his slacks. Remy knew he didn't have much choice but to, with as hard as he was, with how he was straining against his slacks.
The thought of Lawrence under him while clothed was enough to turn him on. That same thought had served in causing him to be unbelievably hard.
His pants and boxers were pulled down his hips, and the moment his dick sprang free, it stood at attention. Lawrence paused in what he was doing, and his eyes zeroed in on the appendage. One of Lawrence's hands released the side of his pants and wrapped around his dick. His touch was light and soft, and it caused Remy to moan, and Lawrence took in a breath.
Remy was aware that he wasn't a small man, and the weight of him tended to shock his partners. Lawrence stroked him once before releasing him and going back to his previous goal of getting Remy naked.
Once Remy had stepped out of his pants and boxers, his socks closely followed suit. He allowed Lawrence to take him in. The other man's eyes roamed over him as he licked his lips. The perusal caused Remy's dick to jump.
When Lawrence's eyes returned to Remy's, he grabbed the shorter man by the waist and pulled him in. Leaning down, he slanted his lips over his. He slowly slid his tongue into Lawrence's mouth and led him in a kiss.
It started slow. Both tasted of the bourbon he'd poured them. Remy's hands snaked down to Lawrence's ass, and he gripped it, squeezing before massaging the globes, kneading the firm yet soft flesh.
Remy felt Lawrence's hand come between them, and the other man took his dick back into it. His touch was soft yet firm. The way Remy would have him do it had he not done so on his own.
Lawrence began to stroke him slowly, and Remy moaned into the kiss. His tongue tangling with the other man's.
After several long minutes, Remy pulled away from the kiss, pulling Lawrence's bottom lip between his teeth. When he released it, the shorter man placed kisses on his neck, working his lips to his collarbone, nipping at the flesh there before journeying to his left peck .
Lawrence continued his journey of nips and kisses down Remy's body until he was on his knees in front of him. Remy watched him, taking him in as Lawrence's eyes returned to his. With their eyes locked, Remy watched him lean in and circle his tongue around the head of his dick. The sight was purely arousing, and his dick jumped in Lawrence's hand against the soft touch of his tongue.
Without breaking eye contact, Lawrence removed his hand from his dick, taking him into his mouth slowly. When the other man's lips touched his hips, Remy's stomach coiled, the feeling of sliding down his throat causing it to tighten. It had been a while since someone had taken all ten inches of him down their throat. Let alone on the first entry, but it seemed Lawrence had no gag reflex, and Remy would have fun with that.
When Lawrence let out a slow exhale that he felt against his flesh before swallowing around him, Remy's hand gripped his curls as he moaned—slowly sliding his dick from Lawrence's mouth. He circled his tongue around the head as it exited.
Remy gripped the base of his dick, running it along Lawrence's lips, neither one of them having broken eye contact yet.
“Open,”Remy commanded, and when Lawrence did, he slid his dick back into his mouth, stopping only when it completely disappeared.
This time, Lawrence hummed around his dick, the vibrations and the warm feel of his mouth causing Remy to moan before pulling out, only to push back in a few seconds later.
It didn't take long before he'd chosen a pace he liked. He used his grip on Lawrence's hair to guide him as he fucked his mouth. With each thrust, his cheeks would hollow, and with every other thrust, his throat would tighten as he swallowed around Remy.
The sounds of their collected moans filled the room, along with the sound of his dick pillaging the depths of Lawrence's throat.
“Shit, baby,”Remy moaned, increasing his speed a bit. His free hand went under Lawrence's chin, cupping it. “Stay open for me,”he demanded.
No sooner than Lawrence had done what he'd asked, Remy began to fuck his mouth with abandon, taking the pleasure he wanted from him, using him for it, and he had no qualms about doing so. It was exactly what the night was for, the reason the other man had agreed to come home with him. For them to use one another.
Saliva coated his dick as it ran out of Lawrence's mouth and down his chin. His hands came up to Remy's thighs, gripping them, and he waited to see if he would push him away, ask him to stop, or slow down because Remy was aware that he was being rough with him, knew that he was using him as if he'd found him on a corner and had paid for him.
That didn't happen. Lawrence gripped his thighs, holding onto them. Remy suspected that he was steadying himself against his thrusts. Each one of them pushed him backward and knocked him off balance.
Remy wasn't sure how long this went on. With him fucking Lawrence's throat. Stopping now and then to allow the other man to take in a breath, a string of saliva following each time he did so.
He felt his balls begin to tighten, and it was only a minute later that he pushed into Lawrence's mouth. Holding the other man in place with his lips against his hips, and came.
“Fuck.”Tumbled from Remy's lips into the room with a loud moan; at the same time, Lawrence moaned around his dick. “Swallow for me,”Remy demanded as he slowly pulled his dick from Lawrence's mouth with a groan.
The sound of Lawrence doing so could be heard throughout the room, and he wasn't surprised. He'd known he'd cum a lot. It had been a while since he'd been with someone.
He didn't give the other man time to take a breath before picking him up and tossing him onto the bed. Lawrence gasped in surprise, and Remy knew it was because he'd just manhandled him. He was sure Lawrence hadn’t expected it.
Remy placed one knee on the bed, between the other man's legs, and leaned over, taking his dick in his mouth. He wouldn't pretend as if he had no gag reflex the way that Lawrence did, but he knew he gave damn good head.
He knew several tops that believed that their job was to only fuck whoever was bottoming for them. Remy prided himself on giving just as good as he received .
Coming up, he swirled his tongue around the head of Lawrence's dick, causing him to moan. His stomach caved, and he shuttered a bit when Remy's tongue swiped over his slit. Remy did it again, wanting to see if he'd get a repeat response and testing how sensitive the other man was.
When the same reaction happened, Remy knew he'd have fun teasing him. He looked up, eyes locking with Lawrence's as he slowly swiped his tongue along his slit again. This time, he gasped before biting his bottom lip. Remy repeated the action, following it by taking Lawrence's dick back into his mouth, his hand coming up to massage his balls.
He began to bob his head up and down Lawrence's dick, allowing the head to hit the back of his throat each time. His moans filled the room as Remy moaned around his dick.
At some point, the man at the mercy of his mouth began to raise his hips slightly in time with Remy's actions, but it wasn't enough. Remy wanted more of a reaction. So, he began to suck faster, hollowing his cheeks.
His free hand pinched one of Lawrence's nipples, and his hips shot up, jabbing at the back of Remy's throat.
“Remy!”Lawrence exclaimed, and he figured that his nipples were a sensitive spot for him.
One of Lawrence's hands ran over Remy's waves as he moved his hand to pinch the other nipple, garnering the same response from him.
He didn't know how much time had passed, how long he'd indulged in the feel of Lawrence's dick in his mouth, but he felt his lover's balls tighten in his hands and knew that he was close to coming.
No sooner than he had the thought it was happening. Lawrence moaned out expletives and his name as he came.
“Fuck, Remy.”
His body spasmed once the last squirt of cum had left him, and Remy listened to him gasp out as he swallowed around him before slowly releasing him from his mouth. Getting off the bed, Remy went to his nightstand. He grabbed a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms from the drawer, pulled one off, and laid the rest on the table. He planned on using every single one of them tonight.