Page 32 of Havoc
Remy smirked at him as he opened a condom and rolled it down his dick. Lawrence wasn’t even sure when the other man had freed himself, being so caught up in the pleasure Remy was giving him.
He pushed one of Lawrence’s legs off the couch and placed the other over his shoulder. Remy positioned himself at Lawrence’s entrance and began to push in slowly.
“Patience, baby,” Remy spoke as Lawrence arched into him, being filled in the most pleasurable way. “I want you to cum from my dick alone,” Remy informed him as he bottomed out.
Lawrence knew he wasn’t looking for a response to his statement. He was just telling him how it would be, and Lawrenceknew he’d have no problem making him cum from his dick. It was how he’d learned Remy enjoyed getting him off the most.
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Remy 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 probablyhated 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.
