Laurent and the Beast (Kings of Hell MC 1)

Breath caught in Laurent’s throat, and he slid his hand over Beast’s cock in rapid moves. Everything about this moment in a dirty room where he stood only in the short modern shirt was so crude, and yet all his efforts were set on forgetting what King had told him. If only for one more evening.

He nudged Beast’s chest with his forehead, eager to take whatever he’d be given. Beast’s cock was so hot in his hand, as if there was no invisible noose about to slide on one of their necks, and they were about to give into their desires like they always did.

Beast’s cock throbbed in his hand, and he let go, already putting his arms around Beast. The big, strong body smelled of the cologne that had amazed Laurent so much on their first meeting. It tensed, hunching slightly and then Laurent flew up, carried by two firm arms. Braced against the wall, he could barely breathe from the shock until Beast directed Laurent where to put his legs.

Another testament to Beast’s inhuman strength. Laurent wrapped his arms around Beast’s neck, and his legs around Beast’s hips, and he could already feel Beast’s erect prick nudging between his buttocks. He hugged Beast tightly, unwilling to let go even if Beast held him steadily anyway. His heart was frantic, his skin going hot and cold.

Laurent’s lips ached for a kiss even more than his body ached for Beast’s cock, but their eyes met only briefly before Beast buried his face in Laurent’s neck. There was an urgency to his movements as he reached down and, crushing Laurent against the wall, pushed in with his cock. A low moan escaped his lips, vibrating against Laurent’s throat as the thick girth sank in at a steady pace.

Laurent’s toes curled, and he whimpered at the intense feeling of being penetrated so rapidly. His whole body tensing wasn’t of help, but he held on to Beast even more firmly. He wished they could both just melt together and become a chimera, leaving the devil unable to take either of them alone.

A choked sob left his mouth, and he bit down on Beast’s shoulder, his whole body trembling as the thick cock moved in him slowly.

Beast’s muscles trembled, as if despite their strength, Laurent were a burden difficult to carry. The familiar texture of scarred skin felt so right in the crook of Laurent’s neck, and when Beast pushed all the way into Laurent, curling him up against the wall, the big hands moved all the way to Laurent’s ass, digging into his buttocks as if they were dough for him to knead.

Beast growled and bit so hard it was walking the fine line separating pleasure from pain, but when he moved, Laurent couldn’t even speak anymore, reduced to raspy whimpers each time the trembling body of his lover dragged him up and down the wall with his powerful thrusts. He now wished he didn’t have the T-shirt on so that his back could feel the pain from rubbing against the crumbling plaster or a rusty nail, there to punish him for his pact with the devil.

In the bright glow of the flashlight, Laurent could read the writing going down Beast's neck. The opening verse of Dante's Inferno.

Midway upon the journey of our life, I found myself within a forest dark. For the straightforward pathway has been lost.

Oh how true that was. He’d ventured onto the path the devil had set out for him so full of hope, only to find out that nothing was the way it seemed. Beast’s thrusts were rough, punishing, but Laurent took it all, hugging Beast tightly and hoping he wasn’t choking his beloved. He kissed the words inked into Beast’s skin, and a helpless sob left his throat despite him willing it away.

Beast stilled, taking a few deep breaths before leaning back, away from the tight grip of Laurent’s arms. “Did I hurt you?” Beast whispered, his blue eyes pale as they stared back at Laurent. He was flushed, and his nostrils flared as he looked back with an expression so raw it was making Laurent’s heart bleed.

Laurent wished to hide his trembling lips against Beast’s neck, but it was no use. Maybe at least the shadows obscured his face, because he feared everything was written on it in the same way Beast had his pain inked over his. That Beast would see Laurent was the Judas sent to betray him.

“No,” he uttered, but it came out somehow broken. “It’s just intense… I want everything from you.” He hated his choice of words as soon as they were out of his mouth. Would that be his path? Would he take everything away from Beast and leave nothing but charred bones? He was no better than King.

Beast licked his lips, breathing slower, and despite his hard dick throbbing inside Laurent, Beast wasn’t in a hurry anymore. He leaned closer, pressing Laurent harder against the wall and moving his warm palm up his ribs. Their lips met in a languid movement that was so delicate it would have left butterfly wings unscathed.