Laurent and the Beast (Kings of Hell MC 1)

“It’s not... like that. They just don’t fit you. You look so very sexy in the things you wear every day,” whispered Beast, pulling on the waistband of Laurent’s tight pants.

“I do?” Laurent’s chest kept rising and falling rapidly when his erection was revealed, bobbing so close to Beast’s face as if it longed to kiss him. The sight was beyond arousing yet so obscene. Never before had a man seen him in this state, let alone touched him.

Beast grunted, like a dog about to claim his bone. “Y-yes,” he whispered with a slight tremble to his voice. He ran his fingers over the length of Laurent’s cock, gently teasing the underside with his thumb.

Laurent’s toes curled, and he pushed his hips forward, unable to resist the touch. He felt so exposed, so vulnerable to abuse of trust. Beast had been right. He was easy to trick. The thoughts of Fane’s apple-tasting kisses had his stomach in a twist, and he needed to force himself to get back to the present where he shared a growing intimacy with Beast. He could only hope Beast was getting as much pleasure from this as he was, because were he in Beast’s shoes, he was pretty certain he would be on the verge of release.

Beast traced the fingers of his other hand up the inside of Laurent’s thigh, gently teasing until they reached Laurent’s balls and closed around them. It felt as if he were tugging on a thread deep inside Laurent’s prick just before touching the cockhead with his lips.

Laurent now wished he’d found the light switch, but pleasure illuminated every last stream of thought in his mind, making them flow quicker and deliver lust all over his body. He bit down on the side of his fist to stifle a moan, all too overwhelmed by the lips travelling up and down his prick. Never had he imagined that this would be something Beast was willing to do for him.

But Beast was on his knees, breathing hard and practically groaning with pleasure as he played with Laurent’s prick, sucking on it and teasing the whole length with his warm, slick tongue. His mouth was pure heaven, so unbearably hot and sweet at the same time that Laurent was already starting to feel sparks of lightning in his toes.

He wouldn’t last much longer with Beast toying with his balls, running his other hand over Laurent’s hip, giving sounds of delight as if he were the one being indulged. Sensation stormed inside Laurent quicker by the moment, and he had to lean forward and steady himself against Beast’s shoulders, wary not to squeeze them too hard. Every time Beast sucked harder, a moan escaped Laurent’s lips, and every teasing touch to the intimate parts of his body had him trembling with the upcoming release.

Pleasure toppled over Laurent like a hot wave and buried him in the sweetness of Beast’s mouth. Beast greedily squeezed Laurent’s buttocks, sucking him all the way in, only to withdraw slightly the moment Laurent’s prick spasmed, releasing sperm from his balls.

Beast swallowed loudly, his whole body moving like a wild animal’s in heat as he took in Laurent’s seed with no complaint whatsoever. Laurent leaned against him, slightly easing the grip that he’d tightened on Beast’s shoulders when he realized he could be hurting him in his pleasure. But he couldn’t stop panting, shattered by the experience of sharing the peak of his lust with another man. A towering mountain of a man with thick muscles, big hands, and eyes that could pierce right into his soul.

He’d been lying to himself about considering this experience with men other than Beast.

Beast was still breathing hard when he released Laurent’s cock with one last kiss to the head and slowly moved his body up, trailing wet, greedy kisses up Laurent’s bare chest, neck, all the way to Laurent’s mouth.

With Laurent’s knees soft and trembling, he dared steady himself against Beast’s chest and opened his lips to the kiss, too mindless to worry about potential consequences. He was still floating on the waves of his release and when Beast pressed on with his tongue with increasing ferocity, Laurent was eager to give in. Even the erect prick suddenly pushing against his stomach couldn’t scare him. If anything, he shuddered with the desire to touch it.

There was a bitter undertone to the kiss, but the soft glide of Beast’s tongue, which slowly yet insistently licked its way into the depths of Laurent’s mouth, was already pulling on strings of latent arousal and making him want to give into anything Beast might possibly ask of him.

Beast’s breath was coming in sharp gasps, his skin trembling as if he were cold and longed to bury himself in Laurent’s warmth. Laurent let his hands glide to Beast’s sides, and then around him, holding him close. He was so overwhelmed his mind didn’t function with its usual sharpness, so he followed his instinct and slid his fingers under Beast’s vest and just kept them there, indulging in the forbidden skin to skin contact with a man.