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L awrence took a picture of the horizon as he and Remy drifted slowly in the double kayak. They’d met their friends earlier that morning for breakfast but had the rest of the day to themselves. They’d gone snorkeling before lunch, where he had taken several pictures of underwater life.
After that, they’d gone to one of the cabanas to have a drink, where the same waitress once again hit on Lawrence. This time, Remy had stepped in and told her he and Lawrence were in a relationship, and they didn’t like women since it seemed she hadn’t taken Lawrence seriously when he’d told her. She’d left them alone after that but continued to throw glances their way until they’d gone to make their kayaking appointment.
They’d been out on the water for over an hour, and Lawrence was ready to head back to land and their hut. They had dinner reservations at one of the restaurants at seven-thirty and would have a few hours to kill before them. Lawrence wanted to spend it relaxing in their room.
“Are you ready to head back?” he asked, allowing his phone to hang around his neck in the waterproof case he’d put on it.
“We can if you’re ready, baby,” Remy responded.
It took them ten minutes to paddle back to where they’d gotten the kayak from. They turned their life jackets over to the attendant, who Lawrence got the feeling played for their team from the wink and flirtatious smile he gave them.
“You get hit on everywhere you go, don’t you?” Lawrence asked .
“Me?” Remy inquired. “I’m pretty sure all these people are flirting with you. In case you haven’t noticed, baby, you’re stunning. Far too pretty to let you out of my sight,” Remy teased.
Lawrence felt his cheeks heating up but glared playfully at Remy. “You call me pretty again, and I’m going to throw sand at you.” He wouldn’t. Lawrence didn’t mind his boyfriend calling him pretty, especially since he only did it when they were alone. The word also made him feel petite, which he learned he didn’t mind when it came to Remy.
Remy chuckled. “But you are.” He pulled Lawrence into his side. “I told you when the waitress was flirting with you the first time, I’ll fuck you in front of all these people to let them know who you belong to.”
Yes, he had told him that. He’d whispered it in his ear with all their friends and other vacationers around and then turned his attention to whatever conversation he and Kieran had sparked up while they waited on their drink as if he hadn’t just said anything at all.
They continued to one of the transportation pick-ups and took a shuttle back to their hut. When they stepped inside, Lawrence checked the time on his phone. They had an hour until sunset. One of the things he wanted to do while they were there was watch the sun set and rise. Their hut was the perfect place to watch it set over the water from their back patio.
“I’m going to shower,” Lawrence announced.
“You want company?”
“I’ll take a rain check.” He knew they’d surely miss the sunset if he allowed Remy to shower with him.
After his shower, Lawrence dressed in boxers and lounge shorts, rubbing on lotion as he waited for Remy to finish showering. He chose something for them to wear to dinner and hung the outfits on the closet door. He’d steamed his and was working on Remy’s when his boyfriend came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. The white cotton contrasted against walnut skin. Lawrence couldn’t help thinking how fine his man was.
Lawrence typically dated men who could be classified as cute and were a bit shorter than him. Remy was the first man he’d dated who was taller than him and sculpted to perfection. He always felt tiny standing next to the other man, and he didn’t think he’d enjoy it until he began dating Remy. That likely attested to why he didn’t mind being called pretty by him. It was never in a teasing way, and Lawrence always took it for the compliment it was.
When Lawrence finished steaming the outfit, and Remy was dressed similarly to him, he grabbed his phone and led the older man out onto the patio. Remy took one of the seats, and when Lawrence tried to bypass him to the other one, Remy pulled him down onto his lap.
Lawrence leaned back against him, getting comfortable. They sat in a comfortable silence as the sun began to set. He snapped a few pictures before Remy took the phone from him and took a couple of them together. They’d made it a point to take photos together every day they’d been there. It was their first trip together, and for Lawrence, it was important for them to capture the moments.
They sat there for several minutes after the sun disappeared. The soft glow from the sconce light behind them bathed them, a gentle breeze blowing across the water. It was serene.
“Come on, baby. Let’s get ready for dinner,” Remy stated.
Lawrence nodded in agreement, and they headed back inside. They would catch one of the shows after dinner or visit the cocktail lounge. Then, Lawrence would cash in his raincheck.
R emy followed behind Lawrence as he led him to the open-air jazz concert after dinner. The closer they got, the better they could hear the music. The crowd hanging around came into view, and he wasn’t surprised by the number of people. A bar was nearby, and Lawrence pulled them over to order drinks.
Once they had their drinks, they ventured over to the crowd. Soft lanterns and torches lit the area, giving it a romantic ambiance. Several couples were swaying to the smooth, slow music. Others occupied chairs nearby as they held low conversations. Lawrence leaned back against him as they enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere .
While Remy had been fine with wherever they went for vacation, he could admit that Isla Paraíso Puro was the perfect place for their first vacation together. The island had everything one could want and more during a peaceful getaway. There were plenty of activities for them to do as a group and even more for them to do as couples. He wouldn’t mind returning in the near future.
A couple vacated two chairs nearby, and Remy and Lawrence took them as the music shifted to another soft ballad.
“This place is incredible. We have to come back eventually,” Lawrence said, speaking the words Remy previously thought.
“We can whenever you want to, baby,” Remy promised.
They finished their drinks and stayed for another hour, enjoying the music and sharing a couple of dances. It was after ten-thirty when they caught one of the shuttles back to their hut.
Lawrence turned to Remy and unbuttoned his shirt when they entered the hut. Once it was undone, Lawrence grabbed the sides of it and pulled him towards the bedroom. He let Remy go when they entered, backing up to the bed. The older man raised a brow.
“You plan on finishing what you started?” Remy asked.
“I do, but maybe I want to drink you in first,” Lawrence responded with a smile. “Take in how sexy, how irresistible my man is.”
Remy chuckled, removing the shirt and tossing it aside. “Take your time. I’m not going to stop you.”
He didn’t mind being on display for Lawrence. Remy enjoyed it. The way his boyfriend always looked at him, appraised him. The way the younger man’s pupils dilated when he wanted Remy, when he wanted him to give him everything he could take, and then some.
He could feel Lawrence’s heated gaze like hands on his skin. It was always exhilarating. The way he looked at Remy—a mirror of how Remy always looked at Lawrence.
Once the other man had his fill, he continued to undress Remy, fingertips brushing against his skin. Remy had never been one to get worked up over simple touches, but there was always something about Lawrence’s touch in these situations that added an extra spark to his arousal. It helped to work him up even more. Maybe that was because Remy was all too aware that Lawrence knew what he liked, gave it to him, and let him have it in equal measures—allowed himself to be at Remy’s whims and take the pleasure he dished out.
When he stood naked before him, Lawrence began to undress himself, and Remy followed every movement of his fingers. He watched each inch of skin be revealed to him like a tempting present. The way the other man undressed was nothing short of teasing.
Lawrence undressed himself much slower than he had Remy, each movement purposeful. Done to stoke the flames, and Remy decided he would take that same approach when he began to pleasure him. He usually took his time, but tonight he planned on bending time to his will, making it obsolete. Neither of them would feel the passage of it. Remy planned to flood their senses with one another.
He licked his lips as Lawrence stood naked before him, dick standing at attention. His own having risen to the occasion as he’d watched his boyfriend undress, at the knowledge that Lawrence in this state was for his eyes only, that his body was only for Remy to overwhelm with pleasure.
Lawrence wrapped his hand around Remy’s dick and stroked it slowly, guiding him to the bed. He sat at the edge, flicked his tongue against the head of Remy’s dick before taking him down his throat, his lips flush against his abdomen.
His boyfriend’s lack of gag reflex was something Remy enjoyed immensely. He’d become addicted to it. Throwing his head back, he moaned at the wet warmth around his dick and ran his fingers over Lawrence’s short curls. He raised his other hand and ran his thumb along a soft almond-hued cheek as his eyes came down to meet Lawrence’s hazel ones.
“Such a good boy,” he praised. “Swallow for me.”
Lawrence did as requested, pulling a deep moan from him. Remy reveled in the way his throat tightened around his dick. He slowly pulled off, swirling his tongue around the tip of it, their eyes still locked. He bit his lip as Lawrence began to massage his balls .
“Baby,” Lawrence started, bringing his free hand up to stroke Remy’s dick. “I want you to give me something tonight.”
“What’s that?” Remy asked. There wasn’t anything that Lawrence could ask for that he wasn’t willing to give him.
“Everything.”
The smile that graced his face told Remy they were on the same page. While he’d already planned to take his time, for the world to fade out around them, knowing his boyfriend was surrendering to everything he planned to do to him had Remy’s dick jumping in the other man’s hand.
“I’ll give you everything and then some,” Remy promised, and he had every intention of keeping it.