Beast’s hands rested on Laurent’s shoulders, and this time when Laurent looked up, his lover’s blue eyes met his with the kind of intensity that always made Laurent’s blood boil with excitement. “We’re really doing it,” he said softly, almost as if he couldn’t believe the miracle of the egg.
“Yes, we are. You know what else we’re doing?” Laurent’s hands went straight for Beast’s belt buckle. “I need to feel you.”
He’d never have enough of Beast and his sturdy body. Even the scars all over it were something to cherish, a testament to Beast’s bravery. He was the most perfect man, regardless of the prejudice some small-minded people treated him with.
Beast’s raspy hum caressed Laurent’s flesh, peppering it with goosebumps when he stepped closer to present Laurent with his belt buckle and zipper. They weren’t doing much yet, but Laurent could already feel the heat trapped under the denim.
Beast nodded, sliding his warm hands up Laurent’s neck and into his hair. “Yes.”
There was no shame to be had when making love to one’s husband, even if a marriage between two men would have been unheard of in Laurent’s time. He knew people called him a prude behind his back, but that was not the case. Since discovering the pleasures of the flesh, Laurent had been not only eager, but adventurous too. But that wasn’t knowledge to be shared with anyone.
Only Beast needed to know how excited Laurent was to sample his body.
Laurent pulled Beast’s zipper down, and it took just one more move to reveal the inked cock. It was already filling, but Laurent wasted no time and licked the tip, enticing the cock to grow against his tongue. It spasmed, releasing a droplet of pre-cum—a prelude to the main act, yet the sensation had Laurent’s skin tingling as if his body hair were fireworks.
Beast let out a shaky groan, massaging Laurent’s scalp as the gray dragon on the thick cock stretched, slowly but surely expanding to its full size. It was such an obscene thing to have on one’s body, but Laurent loved to see the tattoo damp with his own saliva, the foreskin tight on the girth of Beast’s dick.
“I love seeing you like this,” Beast whispered, pulling on Laurent’s hair to make him look up. With the cockhead resting on his tongue, Laurent felt so daring, so sexual, that being in this position in the first place made his flesh burn with desire.
He gripped the base of Beast’s cock and tugged on it gently.
“Even though I sometimes hate being so short, I love that you tower over me,” he rasped. The notion had been unbearable once, but now he knew they didn’t need to match in size to be equals. He trusted Beast and loved being picked up when in private. Everything had changed since they’d first met. There was no need for apprehension or shyness, because for all intents and purposes—they were one.
Beast’s mouth quirked, and Laurent was glad to see a dark flush spilling over the beloved face. His man leaned forward, pushing Laurent until he hit the back of the sofa. With the cock obscenely exposed, he rolled his hips toward Laurent while resting his hands on the backrest on either side of Laurent’s arms. Laurent knew he wasn’t really trapped in this position, but the display of Beast’s size and dominant nature had his own cock straining against the front of his pants.
He gasped and wondered if there was something else for him to say, but the thick prick demanded entry between his lips and Laurent opened his mouth in invitation, groaning when the girth stretched his jaw. He would likely never get rid of the ugly whisper inside his head, the one that told him that this was indecent, but he could choose to ignore it. So he did just that and hollowed his cheeks around the cock pushing deeper and prodding the back of his mouth. It tasted of soap, and flesh, and the masculine aroma that he only associated with Beast. Arousing, primal, yet in a way so celestial it took his mind to unknown heights.
Doing this to Beast was beyond salacious, but Laurent only sucked more eagerly when Beast began to move his hips back and forth, his massive hand caressing the top of Laurent’s head. This man, this loving, wonderful giant could have crushed him with his strength yet he chose to protect Laurent instead. With him, Laurent could allow himself to be small. This was the man Laurent would raise a child with. Strong, unbreakable, his flesh made of steel but still warm enough to chase away the cold fears that sometimes whispered to Laurent.
He reached into Beast’s underwear to caress his balls and groaned around the prick in his mouth, pressing his tongue to the underside while he rubbed the sensitive flesh with his thumb.