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T his man is the devil, Lawrence thought to himself as his chest rose and fell. He’d never cum that fast from head before in his entire life. Not to mention the fact that Remy had used his mouth as a cock sleeve, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it, which he had no idea he would have.
Though Lawrence was a switch, for the most part, he topped. He seldom found himself bottoming to anyone and hadn’t in a long time. However, he knew the moment that he’d accepted Remy’s proposal to come home with him, the moment Remy had begun to undress him, that he would let this man have his way with him, do with him what he pleased.
It was an aura, a dominance that he gave off that belied the calm, relaxed demeanor in which Lawrence had met him. That he was sure Remy had in his everyday life. However, right now, Lawrence was seeing something else in this room, feeling something else, because this man had just sucked the soul from his body in under five minutes.
A part of Lawrence was impressed, but the other part wanted a do-over. Mainly because it had taken him at least twice that long to make Remy cum. Lawrence was sure it had nothing to do with his skill because there was never a doubt in himself that he wasn’t good at pleasuring his partner, and more so to do with the stamina Remy had. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by Lawrence that after Remy came, his dick had not gone soft.
Lawrence let out a mix between a squeak and a gasp as he was flipped onto his stomach. He wasn’t used to being manhandled like this. He was typically the one doing the handling. Lawrence was also no small man, so Remy doing it with ease had separate things stirring in the pit of his stomach. One was foreign excitement. The other was disbelief and confusion.
His lower half was pulled up so he was on his knees, and he felt Remy massaging the globes of his ass. Lawrence was aware that he’d disappeared from the bed for a moment, and he was sure the other man had been in one of the nightstands, but his mind had been too busy digesting what had just happened.
Lawrence’s cheeks were spread, and he found himself gasping at the slow swipe of a tongue. He let out a low moan; the pressure placed behind the tongue on his second most sensitive area was perfect, and he wondered how it was that Remy knew what he wanted, exactly what he liked.
Another moan escaped Lawrence at another pass of the warm appendage over his opening. A bite came on his left cheek, causing him to groan and then moan as that warm tongue slowly licked over the slight sting.
Remy spread his cheeks again, and this timeLawrencefelt warm breath blowing over hisentrance.His stomach caved slightly, quivering the tiniest bit, and he couldn’t help but wonder why he was responding the way he was.When the tip of Remy’s tongue probed at his entrance, Lawrence decided to chalk his reactions up to the fact that he hadn’t bottomed in a while. He wanted to enjoy what Remy was giving him, what he was feeling.
Remy’s tongue was long, and as it slowly slid into him, Lawrence wondered when it would end. However, he had no problem with the length. Involuntarily, he squeezed around the other man’s tongue, and Remy moved it up and down before slowly retracting it.
Lawrence pushed himself up on his hands and looked over his shoulder to find Remy dripping lube onto his fingers. His eyes met Lawrence’s as he tossed the closed bottle onto the bed.
He was lost in those deep brown depths as he felt Remy’s finger circling his entrance. Their eyes still locked, and Lawrence couldn’t look away as his finger began to probe his entrance, slowly started to push in, and he groaned.
It wasn’t until Remy’s finger was entirely inside him that Lawrence allowed his eyelids to flutter slightly before closing. Remy’s finger moving inside of him, had him gasping. The motion of his finger was like a wave, and Lawrence was sure he’d never felt anything like it. He felt a sting to his right ass cheek.
“Keep your eyes open,” Remy demanded, slowly pulling his finger out, and Lawrence opened his eyes to look at him.
When Remy pushed back in this time, a second finger accompanied the first. Lawrence found himself biting his lower lip as he stared into Remy’s. The primal look in the other man’s eyes had Lawrence’s dick twitching and his hole clenching.
Remy’s free hand began to massage the ass cheek he’d just smacked and he licked his lower lip. “You’re going to have to relax for me, baby.”
Lawrence was well aware of that; he was, and he was doing his damnedest to do so. However, he knew that the fact that he hadn’t been stretched in a while also played a factor in that. It’d been a couple of years since he’d been topped.
It took Remy several long minutes to work both fingers in, and once he did, Lawrence felt the same wave-like motion, which pulled more moans from him. He almost allowed his eyes to close but kept them open, keeping them trained on Remy’s as he began to scissor his fingers inside of him.
“Remy,” Lawrence groaned when the other man began to fuck him with his fingers. Moving them in and out, his fingers making waves again, and Lawrence made a mental note of it because it was like nothing he’d ever felt.
He began to push back each time Remy thrust his fingers in. He didn’t miss the way Remy searched his eyes, watched his face as he fucked him with his fingers, as Lawrence moved back against them.
“Be still,” Remy commanded, and Lawrence found himself whining. He’d dwell on it later, but right now, he was enjoying the fingers fucking him. The last thing he wanted to do was stop. Remy smacked his ass again, leaning over him. His chest to Lawrence’s back. “Be good for me, and I’ll give you something far more satisfying than my fingers.” Remy nipped at Lawrence’s shoulder, and he groaned. “Or don’t, and I’ll make you wait. Fucking you only with my fingers and not letting you cum. ”
Lawrence stilled his hips. He didn’t mind a bit of teasing; however, he wanted Remy’s dick deep inside of him. Hell, he was even willing to take it right then. Even though he knew he wasn’t stretched enough for the other man’s size.
Remy pushed his fingers deeper, and Lawrence moaned at the feeling of his fingers and his dick against his thigh.
He rocked forward slightly as Remy fingered him. His movements became faster, alternating between scissoring, waving, and simply thrusting.
This continued for several minutes before Remy began working another finger into him. Lawrence knew he was taking his time to work him open, and he appreciated that fact because Remy was not a tiny man, and he in no way wanted to be torn in half from being fucked by him.
R emy worked his fingers in and out of Lawrence. He’d been doing so for the past fifteen minutes, attempting to loosen him up. It wasn’t that the other man was tense, he was extremely tight, and it made Remy wonder about the last time he’d been fucked. He was taking his time, stretching him, having no desire to hurt him when he finally slid in balls deep.
He used his free hand to massage the globes of Lawrence’s ass, smacking them now and then and enjoying the way that they bounced when he did so. He couldn’t wait to watch it happen as he fucked him from behind.
Lawrence’s moans filled the room, and Remy enjoyed watching the pleasure on his face. He enjoyed watching him try to keep his eyes open as requested.
Those gorgeous hazel eyes held his own, and Remy watched Lawrence bite his bottom lip as he moaned his name into the air.
“Remy.”
His dick twitched. It was a mix of pleading and exasperation, and Remy knew why. Slowly, he removed his fingers, pulling another moan from Lawrence.
Grabbing the condom he’d pulled off and tossed onto the bed, Remy opened it, rolling it down his dick. The entire time, he could feel Lawrence’s eyes on him. Picking up the bottle of lube, Remy squirted some onto the condom, stroking his dick a few times to spread it.
He tossed the bottle to the side before grabbing Lawrence and flipping him onto his back. Remy spread the other man’s legs, settling between them as he gripped his dick and began to push forward.
Lawrence’s back arched as Remy slid in slowly. As he bottomed out, he leaned over and kissed Lawrence, swallowing his moans as Remy groaned into the kiss. He was tight around him, squeezing his dick, but Remy hadn’t expected anything else.
Lawrence pulled away from the kiss, nipping at his bottom lip before licking it. “You plan on sitting there all day?” the younger man questioned with a smirk, and Remy lifted a brow at him.
Pulling out until only the head of his dick was inside, Remy snapped his hips, burying himself balls deep again, and listened to Lawrence moan before repeating the action, this time with a bit more force, causing the other man’s breath to hitch.
Remy sat on his knees, grabbing one of the pillows; he tucked it under Lawrence’s lower back before pulling out, rolling his hips, and slamming back in.
“Be careful what you ask for,” Remy told him.
With those words, Remy began to fuck Lawrence at a hard, steady pace. The pillow under his lower back angled him perfectly to allow Remy to push deep as he gripped the other man’s thighs, pulling him to meet every thrust.
When Remy brushed his prostate, he threw his head back, eyes fluttering closed as a deep moan filled the room. Reaching up, Remy wrapped his hand around Lawrence’s slender neck and squeezed slightly.
“Uh uh.” Remy started. “Open your eyes. Watch,” he demanded, and Lawrence complied. Those eyes returned to his.
Remy kept his hand around Lawrence’s neck as he fucked him, squeezing anytime the other man’s eyes began to close. A few times he sensed that Lawrence was closing his eyes on purpose. He liked being choked, and Remy filed that information away.
Changing up the sensation that he was feeling, Remy began to roll his hips, being sure to brush the other man’s prostate with each pass. Lawrence would tighten around him when he did, and their moans mixed together to fill the room.
Leaning over again, Remy nipped at Lawrence’s lower lip before slipping his tongue into his mouth. There was no battle for dominance as he followed Remy’s lead. They moaned into each other’s mouths as he continued to fuck him.
When he broke the kiss, Remy instead decided to take one of Lawrence’s nipples into his mouth. He bit it lightly before laving away any sting it may have caused. Remy wasn’t fool enough to believe the sensation of licking or sucking another man’s nipples was one that added significantly to the sexual experience for most. However, he did know that the slight pain caused by biting could, especially if your partner liked a bit of pain. From how Lawrence tightened around him, Remy knew he had not been wrong in his earlier assumptions.
He turned his attention to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Biting it before soothing away the pain and then repeating the action. Lawrence began to shake beneath him, and Remy sat up to look at him. The other man’s eyes had drifted closed, and Remy squeezed his neck as he pulled out and slammed back in.
“Fuck, Remy!” Lawrence exclaimed as his eyes shot open.
Remy leaned down, speaking against his lips. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked this.” He told him, squeezing his neck. “You like having my hand wrapped around your neck while I fuck you.” Remy pulled out, slamming back in for emphasis, and Lawrence moaned against his lips.
Leaning up, Remy grabbed his hip with his free hand and began to fuck him faster, brushing at his prostate each time. Lawrence tightened around him, and Remy moaned as his eyes stared into the other man’s.
“Please. Remy, please,” Lawrence pleaded, and Remy angled his hips, hitting his prostate differently. It was only a moment later that Lawrence was cumming between them.
“Shit,” he moaned out as squirt after squirt of cum left his body.
Remy continued to fuck him, only slowing his pace and then finally stopping when Lawrence finished cumming. Slowly, he pulled his dick from him before grabbing the other man and flipping him back over onto his knees. He made sure the pillow was under his stomach before pushing the younger man’s face into the bed and sliding back inside.
He wasted no time in starting to fuck Lawrence. He wanted the other man hard because he had planned on making him cum again in every position he put him in.
L awrence said it once, and he was repeating it. Remy was the fucking devil. He had to be. There was no other way to explain it. No other way for Lawrence to account for how his body was reacting, responding to Remy. He’d fucked him in four different positions so far, and he’d made him cum in all of them. Lawrence wasn’t sure if he’d be able to cum again in this fifth position.
Remy had cum twice since he’d started fucking him, and each time, he’d taken off the spent condom, slid another one on, added some lube to it, and was once again fucking Lawrence in a matter of a couple of minutes. He had to be a demon, at least, because Lawrence was positive that no mortal man would still be as hard as Remy was.
Even Lawrence was only semi-hard at this point, and he was sure he would probably be shooting blanks the next time he came. He would be dead to the world when they finished. He knew he would because he was already becoming exhausted.
A sting to his left ass cheek had him moaning and gasping at almost the same time. Fingers gripped his short curls, and he felt Remy press his chest to his back, his lips to Lawrence’s ear.
“I told you to watch,” he said. That baritone felt as if it was caressing Lawrence, flowing through him. His head was pulled back as Remy delivered another smack to his ass, and Lawrence locked eyes with him in the mirror he was being fucked in front of. “Which means you should do what?” Remy questioned, punctuating it with a hard thrust that Lawrence was sure would have sent him off the other man’s dick if it weren’t for the hand on his hip.
“Fuck, Remy. Watch. Which means I should watch,” Lawrence responded .
Remy smirked at him through the mirror, and fuck if he was not turned on and discombobulated at the same time. His suspicions had been correct. Remy’s everyday demeanor, or at least the one Lawrence had met him in, was a dire difference from how he was in the bedroom.
His bedroom demeanor was still calm, but he was also in utter control and didn’t even use words most of the time. He simply exuded that energy. Lawrence had found himself responding to looks, gestures, and a squeeze around his neck the same way he figured he would if the other man had spoken what he wanted.
And fuck, when he did speak, did tell Lawrence what he wanted; Lawrence could swear he felt it in his knees, the way they wanted to give out, over his whole body, the way the words seemed to caress him. That didn’t happen to him. He was used to eliciting the reactions, not the one having them.
Lawrence stared into Remy’s eyes through the mirror as the other man fucked him from behind. Those intense brown eyes held Lawrence’s hostage. A part of Lawrence wanted to look away for two different reasons. One was because those eyes were commanding him, making him submit, be submissive. The other was because even though this feeling of being dominated was new to Lawrence, Remy’s reactions to being disobeyed caused his stomach to tighten—his pleasure to build.
Before he could think much more about it, Lawrence’s eyes fluttered closed from the thrust he’d just received. Remy’s dick hit that nerve deep inside of him, and Lawrence couldn’t help but allow his eyes to close briefly.
However, that was just long enough for Remy, and the other man grabbed the base of his dick, holding on to the condom as he pulled out. Lawrence watched through the mirror as Remy smacked his ass before grabbing the back of his neck.
“On your knees,” Remy demanded, and the slight pressure on the back of Lawrence’s neck left no room for arguing. Not that he was going to.
Lawrence sank to his knees, and Remy did the same behind him. His hand came around to tilt his chin up, and they looked at each other again through the mirror .
“You want to cum for me again, right baby?” Remy questioned, pulling a groan from Lawrence as he pushed in.
“Yes. I want to cum for you again.” What the hell? Lawrence was coming to realize his body, more specifically, his dick was responding to whatever Remy said to him.
“Then be good for me.” Remy pulled out before thrusting back in. “And do as I fucking tell you to.” Again, he pulled out and pushed forward. Lawrence’s ass bounced off Remy’s hips.
Remy’s hand slid from Lawrence’s chin to his neck and gripped it as his other hand came up and grabbed his hair. He didn’t wait for a response, and Lawrence knew he hadn’t expected one because it was a command, not a suggestion.
As Remy began to fuck him faster and harder, all Lawrence was able to do was enjoy what he was feeling and go along for the ride. The other man dictated Lawrence’s movements with the hand in his hair, around his throat, and even the impact of his own hips.
Lawrence released moan after moan, broken now and then by gasps from an arduous thrust or Remy’s name tumbling from his lips. However, he kept his eyes locked to the mirror the entire time. Watching the way Remy fucked him, used him because it was precisely what was happening.
Lawrence was being used in a way that almost seemed polite, and it served to add to how erotic the entire situation was. How new it was to him. It wasn’t something he thought he’d like until he was under Remy, allowing the other man to take control.
It wasn’t long before he felt himself beginning to tighten around Remy, squeezing him. His heartbeat was starting to become erratic, and even though he wasn’t fully hard, he felt his balls tighten and an orgasm building. Lawrence knew he’d be cumming any minute.
Remy brushed against his prostate, and he moaned out his name.
“Fuck Remy. Right there,’” he pleaded, though he knew he didn’t have to because Remy would abuse that spot until he came untouched.
“That’s it, baby. Tighten around my dick. Let me feel you squeeze it.”
Remy’s words traveled through Lawrence and settled right at his dick because it was only seconds later that Lawrence felt himself cumming. Right as he did, Remy slammed into his prostate while squeezing his neck.
Lawrence saw white as he came for the sixth time that night as Remy slammed into him again, releasing his neck and hair.
“Shit, Lawrence.”
Lawrence vaguely registered the words before his eyes closed, and exhaustion took him.
R emy watched Lawrence’s eyes flutter shut, and his body went slack. He wrapped his arm around his waist to keep him from falling to the floor. Slowly, Remy pulled out of him before maneuvering him around and picking him up. He laid Lawrence on the bed as he chuckled slightly to himself, patting his cheek until he began to rouse. He seemed confused for a moment.
“Did I pass out?” Lawrence asked skeptically.
“You did,” Remy responded. “Why don’t you lay here, and I’ll handle cleanup.” The other man didn’t protest.
He wasn’t surprised that he had passed out. Remy had been putting his body through the best kind of torture over the past couple of hours. He tended to be one that built up every round slowly. Lawrence had pushed him a few times, and Remy suspected it was on purpose because he liked the way Remy responded when he did so.
If he were being honest, Lawrence had lasted longer than any of his other sexual partners, which caused Remy to want to see if he could push him even further next time.
Entering his ensuite, Remy removed the condom, tied it off, and threw it in the trash. He pulled a bath pan from under his sink. It was reminiscent of the ones used for sponge baths in hospitals. He filled it with warm water before grabbing a towel and one of his bath washes. It wasn’t the first time Remy had to clean one of his partners after they’d passed out from pleasure, and he was sure it probably wouldn’t be the last time. Remy didn’t want them to walk directly after the ordeal.
When he returned to the bedroom, he found Lawrence with his eyes closed, chest steadily rising and falling. He cleaned Lawrence up, the other man barely acknowledging what was happening due to his exhaustion. Once he had him cleaned, Remy pulled the duvet over him before returning to the bathroom.
He turned on the shower, allowing it to heat up. He emptied the pan and cleaned it out before putting it away. He then stepped into the shower and began to bathe. After he had finished Remy realized he should have taken a cold shower. His body had still been heated from sex, and it had only served to keep him in a suspended state of semi-arousal as his dick hadn’t gone down entirely.
After drying off, Remy wrapped the towel around his waist and exited the bathroom. Instead of getting into bed, he left the bedroom. He first checked the front door, though he knew his floor couldn’t be accessed without the keycard in the elevator or being scanned on the other side of the fire escape door. It was still a habit he had.
Remy then turned off the lights in the living room as he returned to his bedroom. He turned off the overhead light, leaving the room illuminated only by the light on his bedside table.
Removing the towel from his waist, he placed it over the back of one armchair and slid into bed. He was just about to turn off the light when he saw the lone condom lying there. He’d told himself he would use the entire strip, and Remy was nothing if not a man of his word. So, he made a mental note to use it in the morning. With that thought, he turned off the light and slid down into bed. Remy closed his eyes. Deciding it was best to keep his hands to himself. Touching Lawrence would more than likely stir Remy’s dick, and the other man needed a break.
R emy blinked his eyes open slowly and stared into the darkness. He could feel Lawrence pressed against his side and figured the other man had moved over to him at some point during the night.
Glancing at the digital clock, Remy found that it was the wee hours of the morning. He moved slightly, not wanting to disturb Lawrence. However, Remy found that the other man’s dick was hard against his thigh .
He should have let him sleep; Remy was well aware of this. However, his dick hardened at the prospect of sliding back into Lawrence’s tight little hole.
Reaching over, Remy grabbed the condom on top of the table and opened it, sliding it down his dick after removing the duvet. He rolled Lawrence onto his back, spreading his legs and settling between them. Remy placed his fingers into his mouth, wetting them. He knew he hadn’t cleaned Lawrence of all the lube, but he also didn’t know how much remained.
Leaning over, using the moonlight filtering into the room, he began to kiss and nip at the other man’s neck as he slid his fingers into him. Remy fingered him slowly, discovering that he wouldn’t need to work him open too much.
It was only a few minutes of fingering him while kissing and nipping at his skin before Lawrence began to stir. When he did, Remy removed his fingers from him and slowly began to push his dick in.
Lawrence moaned, arching off the bed, and Remy took his lips in a kiss. When seated at the hilt, he pulled away from Lawrence’s lips, giving him a moment to adjust.
“Remy.”
It was a mix of a moan and exasperation, and he knew that Lawrence was tired. So, he wouldn’t fuck him torturously slow and build him up as he had previously.
“I know, baby.” Was all Remy said before pulling out and snapping his hips to push back in.
Remy chose a steady pace as he began to fuck Lawrence. Rolling his hips on each inward thrust to touch every spot that stimulated the other man. Their moans filled the bedroom, and before long, Lawrence had his legs wrapped around Remy’s waist as he fucked him. His thrusts picking up speed and force.
“Remy, please. Please, I’m going to cum.”
“That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Let me feel you squeeze around my dick as you cum.”
“Fuck,” Lawrence bit out as he came between them.
Remy continued to fuck him. Lifting Lawrence’s hips slightly and pulling him to meet each hard thrust. It was only a few minutes later that Remy slammed deep inside of him, his dick jumping with each spurt of cum.
“Damn, Lawrence,” he groaned into the other man’s neck. Staying there until the spasms in his dick subsided.
Slowly pulling from Lawrence, Remy got out of bed and headed into the bathroom. He discarded his condom and went through the same process of cleaning the other man up and then himself.
When he returned to the bedroom, he could hear Lawrence’s soft breathing and knew he’d fallen asleep again. Remy turned the lamp off since he’d turned it on to clean Lawrence and slid back into bed. This time, he pulled Lawrence back against his chest and closed his eyes, allowing sleep to settle over him again.