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R emy stared down at Lawrence as he held himself still. He’d fingered him open, but he always gave him time to adjust. He knew that Lawrence was desperate to cum. He’d been right on the precipice twice as Remy gave him head and fingered him, but that wasn’t how he wanted him to release after not being with him in over a week. No, Remy wanted the other man to cum from his dick.
There was something about watching it take place that gave Remy a sense of power over Lawrence’s body. A sense of pride that he could make him come undone from his dick alone. That the other man only came undone that way for him, would only ever find release that way with Remy.
Lawrence wiggled his hips, and Remy placed his hand on his waist, gripping it firmly. It was a silent command, telling the other man to be still, patient, to wait, and he did.
Remy leaned over and placed his lips on Lawrence’s, leading him in a slow kiss. He swirled his tongue around his mouth, tasting every inch of it as the other man’s tongue submitted to his.
Breaking the kiss, Remy ran his tongue along Lawrence’s lower lips as he slowly pulled out. He snapped his hips, pushing back in, and Lawrence latched on to his bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as he moaned.
Lawrence’s hand snaked between them, and he gripped his dick. Remy grabbed his wrist, leaning up to meet those hazel eyes with his brown ones.
“What did I say?” Remy questioned his voice an octave deeper, the commanding tone he knew Lawrence enjoyed and probably hated all at the same time present. He pulled out, snapping his hips forward to punctuate the question.
“Fuck,” Lawrence moaned. “From your dick alone,” he stated.
“Then why are you trying to make yourself cum?” Another hard thrust of punctuation.
“Remy, please,” Lawrence moaned.
Remy gave him another thrust. “Answer me.”
“I…I just need to cum. Please, baby, make me cum.”
Leaning over him again, Remy allowed his lips to brush against Lawrence’s. “You beg so well for me,” Remy told him, starting a steady pace of fucking Lawrence. “Such a good boy.”
The whimper that left Lawrence’s lips filtered into the air, and the sound of it had Remy’s dick jumping. He always enjoyed discovering new things his boyfriend liked, pulling new sounds from him.
Remy had no issue making Lawrence cum. It was what he planned on doing. He had no intention of drawing this out the way he usually would, having plans to save that for later that night. He’d wanted a taste, a sample, since he hadn’t had him in a while.
Rolling his hips on each entry, Remy hit that sweet spot with each one. Lawrence was tight around him, but he always was, and Remy enjoyed the feeling of his walls squeezing him, flexing around him as his dick was hugged tightly. Lawrence tightened around him each time he thrust in, causing him to moan against his lips.
“Just like that, baby. Squeeze around me. Let me feel how tight you can get.”
The words were whispered against Lawrence’s lips, and they had the desired effect as Lawrence’s hole seemed to quiver around him, and his dick jumped between them. Remy knew he was on the verge of cumming. He knew it wouldn’t take long with the head he’d given him as he opened him up.
“Remy, please.”
“I know, baby. Cum for me.” Remy sat up, wanting to look into his eyes as he came.
It was only a minute later when Lawrence clamped down around his dick and came between them, Remy’s name spilling from his lips .
He continued to fuck him as he came, his thrust harder, as his balls tightened before he spilled his semen into the condom.
“Fuck,” Remy groaned, leaning back over and placing a kiss on Lawrence’s lips.
Remy grabbed the base of his dick and the condom, pulling out. He sat back and took Lawrence in as his chest rose and fell, enjoying the sight and allowing it to be enough until he retook him later that night.
“You got me dirty,” Lawrence told him with a glare, and Remy knew he wasn’t mad.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll clean you up,” Remy responded, getting up. He would dispose of the condom and clean them both up before they returned to watching the movies Lawrence wanted to.
R emy got up after volunteering to get the door. He knew it was the pizza and breadsticks they’d ordered for dinner. They’d made it through the first several movies Lawrence wanted to watch and had now moved to the horror stage of the celebration, where they were starting it off with Halloween.
Remy took the pizza from the delivery person, paid for it, and tipped them before closing the door. He entered the kitchen, grabbed some paper towels and drinks, and took it all into the living room, where Lawrence made room on the coffee table, pushing his snacks to one side for Remy to set everything down.
They opened both pizza boxes and the breadsticks as they continued to watch the movie. Lawrence jumped as they ate and watched, and Remy refrained from chuckling a couple of times. He’d told Remy he’d seen the film several times. So, the fact that he was still jumping was a little hilarious.
After finishing most of the pizza and all the breadsticks, they placed all the slices in one of the boxes, and Remy took them into the kitchen. He put the pizza in the refrigerator and broke down the other boxes, placing them into the trash.
Lawrence shifted when he sat back on the couch, laying his head in Remy’s lap. He began to play with the short curls, running his fingers over them, scratching his scalp now and then. They were almost finished with the first Halloween movie, and Remy knew Lawrence had the second one lined up. However, as the other man yawned, Remy wondered how many more he’d make it through.
L awrence rolled over and wished he didn’t as the sun filtered through the window onto his face. He didn’t know what time it was but knew it was too early. He’d stayed up until after one before showering and getting into bed. He’d been drifting off when Remy climbed into bed half an hour later. They’d showered separately, and Lawrence was glad for that because he was too tired to play around in the shower.
Rolling back the other way, Lawrence slowly opened his eyes and met a sleeping Remy. Propping his head up on his hand, Lawrence looked him over. The serene look on his face told Lawrence he was having a peaceful sleep, but he was more focused on how attractive Remy looked in any state.
He glanced at the clock on the bedside table beside Remy and found that it was ten minutes after eight. He decided that if he was awake, his boyfriend should also be.
He slowly moved the comforter down Remy’s body and wasn’t surprised to find that he wasn’t wearing anything. Lawrence had come to learn that sleeping nude was how Remy preferred it.
Lawrence wasted no time moving down the bed as he leaned over and took Remy’s dick into his mouth. He was semi-erect, and he knew it was a growing morning wood.
He sucked him slowly, pulling up to just the tip before taking him entirely down again. He bobbed his head for several minutes and was beginning to think Remy wouldn’t wake up. Looking up, he found the other man staring down at him, biting his bottom lip, containing his moans.
Pulling off, he released his dick with a slight pop. “You don’t like it when I’m quiet. So, why do you get to be?” he questioned, taking Remy’s dick into his hand and stroking it.
Remy released his lower lip, moaning before responding, “I was enjoying watching you without you knowing. ”
Lawrence swirled his tongue around the head of Remy’s dick. “Are you saying you don’t enjoy watching me when I know you are?”
Remy raised a brow at him. “No, I like looking at you either way.”
“Mm, then as you like to tell me…watch,” Lawrence said with a smirk before taking Remy down his throat.
Lawrence held him there, his lips against Remy’s hips. The other man rolled his hips as if to push deeper into Lawrence’s throat, but they both knew he wouldn’t get any deeper. Lawrence had taken every inch of him. He swallowed, causing Remy to moan before coming off his dick. Leaving only the head in his mouth, Lawrence flicked his tongue over his slit.
He licked up Remy’s shaft before taking his dick back into his mouth. Lawrence chose a steady rhythm, taking him down completely each time. He brought his hand up to massage Remy’s balls.
He released the saliva collecting in his mouth and allowed it to flow down Remy’s dick the next time he came up.
“Fuck, baby,” Remy moaned, and he began to move his hips in time with Lawrence’s movements.
Lawrence sucked his dick greedily, staking his claim on it without saying a word. Remy would never find someone else who pleasured him like he did, and he wanted him to know it. He was silently claiming ownership of not just Remy’s dick but the man himself.
He wasn’t sure how long he’d sucked his dick like a starving man. His saliva covered Remy’s dick, slipping down over his balls before the other man grabbed him by the short curls and pulled him off. Lawrence released him with a slight pop, looking up into desire-filled eyes.
“Let me get you ready,” Remy stated, sitting up, and Lawrence noticed the bottle of lube in his hand. He’d been so lost in sucking Remy’s dick that he hadn’t even seen him getting it from the bedside drawer.
“How do you want me?” Lawrence questioned, running his tongue over his bottom lip.
“Face down. ”
Lawrence got on his hands and knees, leaning over and placing his face onto the pillow beside Remy. He only had to wait a few seconds before Remy was behind him, and he could hear the lube opening.
He moaned softly as Remy spread his cheeks, pouring some of the lube, then tracing his finger over Lawrence’s entrance before breaching it. He bit his lower lip as he felt the palm of Remy’s hand against his ass cheeks, his finger as deep inside of him as it would go.
Lawrence’s body adjusted to the intrusion of what he knew was Remy’s middle finger as he moved it in and out of him before adding a second one. He was fingering him open painfully slow, and he didn’t want slow. He wanted fast, hard.
“Fuck me,” he requested, and Remy scissored his fingers inside of him.
“I will, baby. Be patient for me.”
Lawrence moaned as he wiggled his hips. The last thing he wanted to do was be patient. He was aware that Remy enjoyed working him up and fucking him slowly, but Lawrence wanted quick, wanted to feel every inch of Remy right then.
“No,” Lawrence responded simply, and when Remy’s fingers stilled inside of him, he repeated, “Fuck me.”
Lawrence wasn’t sure at first that Remy would give him what he wanted, but a couple of seconds later, Remy reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the condom that Lawrence was sure he had placed there when he’d gotten the lube out.
He could hear the other man opening it and then the cap of the lube, and he knew he wouldn’t have to wait much longer to have Remy inside of him.
It was seconds after that thought that Lawrence felt Remy spread his cheeks and begin to push into him slowly, pulling a deep moan from him, and he didn’t stop until Lawrence’s ass was flush against his abdomen.
When he pulled out to the head and snapped his hips, sinking balls deep again, Lawrence moaned so loud he was sure his neighbors heard him. He felt Remy’s chest against his back as he placed his lips to his ear .
“I’m going to give you what you want right now,” Remy stated, pausing to nip Lawrence’s earlobe. “But understand this. I don’t have anything else I plan on doing today besides you, and after this, you’ll take it how I want to give it to you.” Remy sat up, pulling out before driving back in. “Understand?” Again, he delivered a hard thrust.
“Fuck,” Lawrence moaned. “Yes. However you want to give it to me.”
“Good boy,” Remy responded before he gripped Lawrence’s waist tight and began to fuck him at a brutal pace.
All Lawrence could do was hang on for the ride because he’d asked for it, and he knew his boyfriend would do more than deliver.