24
R emy followed Lawrence through the front door of Paetyn and Cruz’s house. His boyfriend was carrying a container of fried plantains he insisted on Remy making, and Remy knew he likely wouldn’t share with the rest of them. They walked into the kitchen, greeting everyone in attendance, and Remy sat the bonbon siwo that Lawrence helped him make on the counter. They’d chosen dessert duty.
“Happy Thanksgiving,” Lawrence stated as he entered the living room.
Remy looked over to see who he was talking to. Lena and Ancel sat on one couch, and who he assumed were Erin’s grandmother and father sat on another. Chayse sat on her mother, Talia’s, lap as the older woman sat in an armchair. Caroline sat in the other armchair, Emberly beside her on the floor.
“Hey, Remy, you want a drink?” Erin asked.
“I’m not going to turn down a drink,” he responded.
“Can I get you a drink, Bronson?” Alijah asked.
“No, precious. Thank you,” Bronson, Kieran’s grandfather, replied.
Remy took the drink Erin offered him with a thank you before she walked off to finish arranging the food. He knew after dinner, and most people trickled out, they’d have more drinks and play some games, and it would turn into more of a Friendsgiving.
It wasn’t long before Erin called them to dinner, and they went through and made their plates. She introduced him to her father and grandmother, and as they sat at one of the two tables, Remy listened to the conversations around him .
There was a lot of talk about getting up early and shopping the sales the following day. He’d never understand why people insisted on fighting those crowds for sales that, in his opinion, weren’t worth it. But listening to Lawrence speak about it, he seemed excited to go. So, if he wanted Remy to go with him, he would.
As Remy spoke to Lena, he saw Lawrence’s fork pillaging some sweet potatoes from his plate. He looked over to see his boyfriend putting the fork into his mouth.
“You know there are more in the kitchen, right?’ Remy teased.
“Yes, but why go that far when there are plenty I can eat on your plate?” Lawrence countered after swallowing.
Lena laughed at the exchange while Remy shook his head but pushed his plate closer to his boyfriend. He was sure he’d be getting up to get him more when he finished the ones on his plate. He turned his attention back to Lena and continued the conversation.
“I think we should hit the stores in that order,” Chayse said later that night when it was just the nine of them.
“I agree. That way, we can work our way from most wanted out,” Alijah stated.
“Are they planning a shopping route for tomorrow?” Nik asked.
“Yep,” Remy responded, raising as the bet came around. “The most efficient way for them to navigate overly crowded stores with deals far from worth it.”
“They do realize they can shop at any time, right?” Cruz asked.
“You do realize we can hear you, right?” Erin countered.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t, Maly,” Cruz responded.
“Is there a reason you want to fight crowds for things you can buy on any given day?” Paetyn asked.
“Because they’ll be on sale,” Alijah replied.
“You know we’re rich, don’t you, baby?” Kieran asked with a raised brow, folding.
“That’s not the point,” she countered. “It’s just what people do. They go Black Friday shopping.”
“Not all people because I’ve never done that,” Kieran stated. “And you didn’t the past two years either. ”
Remy looked over to see Alijah shrug. “Yes, well, I didn’t want to then, but there are art supplies I want on sale this year. So, I’m going to get them, and you are more than welcome to come and experience it for the first time.”
“Same,” Chayse cosigned. “A camera I’ve been looking at will be on sale.”
“I’m going for the shoe sales,” Erin stated.
That Remy could get behind. He had an extensive collection of them and intended to continue growing them. Realistically, he knew he’d only worn some of the shoes in his collection once, but at least he’d worn them.
“You’re obsessed with shoes, babe,” Lawrence stated as if reading his mind. “You might enjoy going.”
“If you’re trying to convince me to go with you, all you have to do is ask, baby.”
“Do you want to go with me?” Lawrence asked.
“If you want me to.”
“That isn’t what I asked.”
“But that’s my answer.”
Lawrence glared playfully at him. “I guess you’re going then.”
“See, that wasn’t so hard,” Remy teased, returning to the game and realizing he’d won the round. He threw his cards in, took the chips, and prepared for the next hand.
“F uck,” Lawrence moaned, his back arching as Remy swallowed around his dick and scissored the fingers he had inside him.
He was overwhelmed with pleasure, and he knew he was close to cumming; he could feel it steadily building as his boyfriend’s fingers brushed against his prostate, and he gave him head like he was attempting to suck his soul from his body.
“Baby, I’m going to cum,” Lawrence stated, gripping the sheets.
Remy slowly came off his dick. “No, you’re not.”
Lawrence should have kept his mouth shut, but he typically couldn’t help it in the moment. He would have to train his mouth to remain closed, but he knew it would be hard. Remy was the first man he’d dated who took pleasure in dictating his orgasm, regardless of him wanting multiple from him whenever they had sex. He gasped as Remy curled his fingers, brushing his prostate before pulling them out.
“You plan on teasing me all night?” Lawrence questioned.
Remy kissed his way up his stomach, circling his tongue around one of his nipples before licking up the column of his neck. “Not at all, baby. Since you’ve decided to jam-pack our day tomorrow, I wouldn’t dream of keeping you up all night.” He nipped his lower lip.
“I don’t think that’s ever stopped you before,” Lawrence responded as Remy reached over to grab the lube.
He chuckled. “True, but I can’t have you too sore tomorrow.” He popped the top of the lube and poured some on his dick before closing the bottle and tossing it aside. “So I’m not going to tease you,” he responded, stroking his dick. “But you aren’t cumming unless it’s from my dick.”
Lawrence’s dick twitched in response to Remy’s words. It always did when he told him what to do and what would happen in the bedroom. He also knew Remy could easily make him cum on his dick. It was usually the way he came, more often than not.
He could feel him at his entrance, and Lawrence wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him down into a brief kiss.
“If you want me to cum from your dick, then you’ll have to make me.”
“Don’t I always?”
Before Lawrence could respond, Remy was pushing in, stretching him open on his dick, and all he could do was moan against his lips as he was given soft kisses. When Remy was seated entirely, he pulled away from the kiss.
“You feel that, baby? You feel how well you always take me?”
“Yes, baby…nng,” Lawrence broke off with a moan as Remy ground into him.
“You’re always so warm and tight around me.” He pulled out, snapping his hips and thrusting back in. “Like you’re trying to milk every ounce of cum out of me.” Another thrust. “Is that what you’re trying to do, baby? ”
Lawrence couldn’t answer as Remy jutted his hips again and gave him another sharp thrust. All he could do was moan as his prostate was brushed against. Remy ran his tongue along Lawrence’s lips.
“Answer me,” he demanded, giving him another hard thrust.
Lawrence wanted to ask him how he expected him to answer when every time he asked him a question, he snapped his hips and buried himself deep, when each thrust rendered him damn near speechless.
“Yes.” He was barely able to manage after a few seconds of concentration.
Remy hummed, hiking Lawrence’s left leg over his waist. He slipped his hand under him, gripped his ass cheek before sliding his other arm under him to hook over his shoulder.
“Then I guess I should make you cum before you drain me dry.”
He pulled out until only the head remained, snapping his hips and burying his dick as deep as he could. The moan Lawrence released was nothing short of pornographic, and he wondered if Remy’s neighbors could hear him. Wondered how often they heard him, and he knew they were probably sick of being able to, but that was a them problem. Even if he wanted to, and he’d tried as a way to spite his boyfriend once, he wouldn’t be able to keep quiet.
The way Remy fucked him and abused his prostate, he knew he was trying to make him cum, and Lawrence wasn’t far from it. Every delicious slide of his boyfriend's dick sent him closer to the edge.
“That’s it, baby. Take my dick. Every single inch,” Remy goaded as his fingers bit into Lawrence’s ass cheek, and he pulled him down to meet each thrust.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d been getting dicked down. Time was irrelevant, the way it always was when he was being fucked, being given indescribable pleasure. It could have been ten minutes or thirty seconds for all he knew, but he felt his balls swell, his orgasm on the brink from the astounding abuse his prostate was receiving.
“Babe,” Lawrence moaned.
“I feel you. Cum for me. ”
It only took a few more thrusts, and his orgasm hit him like a train. His cum landed on both their chests as his dick bobbed with each of Remy’s thrusts. He was fucked through it, and instead of slowing down when the last drop left him, Remy sped up, his thrusts harder. The sound of skin slapping together permeated the room, and Lawrence squirmed with sensitivity.
“Remy,” he whimpered.
“I know, baby, but you can take it for me, and then I’m going to cum in this warm, tight little hole.”
His words made Lawrence’s dick try to twitch in its flaccid state, made his hole tighten, and the deep moan he received from Remy in return was music to his ears. He could tell by the way he fucked him he was close to cumming.
“Then do it. Let me feel you cum in me.” Lawrence pulled him down, their lips brushing, Remy’s beard tickling his chin. “Don’t you want to fill me up?” he whispered.
“Shit,” Remy groaned against his lips, and four more thrusts had him balls deep as he emptied them into Lawrence.
Lawrence slipped his tongue into Remy’s mouth, kissing him deeply, feeling every pulse of his dick as he came. They pulled apart as Remy slowly removed his dick from him, pulling moans from both of them.
“I’ll be back. You’ll make a mess if you stand,” Remy stated.
“And who’s fault is that?” Lawrence countered, which earned him a smirk.
He didn’t mind that Remy caused a mess. It was the first time he’d cum in him, and there was something like a primal sense of belonging that bloomed in his stomach. No, he didn’t mind, especially when he knew his boyfriend would handle all the cleanup.