Laurent gasped but wouldn’t even blink, staring at Beast and already sliding his hands up Beast’s arms. Laurent knew every inch of Beast’s skin. Knew which scars hurt when stimulated too hard, which tickled, and had managed to memorize all of that to touch him just right.
“I would kill a man who dared put his hands on you, and you know I am capable of taking a life,” he said, but the smile never left his face.
Laurent was no ruthless killer, but the playful lie still made Beast kiss him. Maybe it wasn’t right for him to find this declaration of jealousy hot, but solitude was still a fresh concept in Beast’s mind. He remembered how it felt to believe that nobody would ever be possessive of him again. That nobody would desire him enough to claim him for longer than a few moments of pleasure.
How distant those thoughts were now!
He clashed his lips against Laurent’s, but before heat could have overcome them completely, he pulled back and hauled Laurent over his shoulder. His weight was a pleasure, and the warmth of his thighs against Beast so delicious he couldn’t wait longer and kneaded the flesh.
Laurent snorted. “This is an outrage!” He wasn’t fighting the ‘outrage’ though, and instead reached down to push his hands under the back of Beast’s T-shirt.
Beast gave his ass a little slap that would be enough to leave behind burn without being painful. “No. I think you need to learn a lesson, husband,” he said, making his way down the corridor, where they were less likely to be spotted in the act.
“And what lesson would that be? Respecting one’s husband?” Laurent snorted, massaging the small of Beast’s back in a way that sent a tremble of excitement all the way down to his balls. “I feel that is a modern day conundrum when both married parties are men.”
“Maybe. But I think you’re more mine than the other way around,” Beast said, and put Laurent back on the floor as soon as he entered an open room and kicked the door behind him shut. Someone’s clothes and things were scattered over the bed and desk, but it was his house, and he could do whatever he wanted. Even fuck in someone’s guest room.
“Oh, is that so?” Laurent was already leaning into a hug. “Is that a challenge, my Beast?”
Beast gave a breathless laugh, but his pants were starting to feel way too restrictive, and he had no patience left. Grabbing Laurent’s hand, he put it on his stiffening dick and dove his face under Laurent’s jaw, peppering it with hungry kisses as he savored the tempting aroma of clean skin.
Beast had half-expected Laurent to protest the location, but his beautiful man only breathed faster, tightening his arms around Beast. He’d come a long way in terms of opening up sexually, and Beast loved to think he’s been the one to help Laurent flourish and become the man he deserved to be.
The slim fingers quickly found their way to Beast’s zipper and opened it with increasing urgency as Beast indulged in the scent of Laurent’s cologne. He was so put together for the charity event, yet he couldn’t deny Beast even if it meant his clothes would wrinkle, and his hair fall out of place.
“I wonder if anyone will notice what we did once we come back to the event. You’ll be flushed, with shining eyes and a plump mouth,” Beast whispered, trailing his tongue across Laurent’s ear. He didn’t want to wait any longer, and when he sensed warm touch through his underwear, he grabbed Laurent’s cock and balls through his jeans.
Laurent moaned, and his fingers found their way down Beast’s underwear. He pulled Beast’s cock out, stroking it already, and looking down at the prize in his hand.
“It is a warm day. No one needs to know,” he whispered, stabbing Beast’s chest with the heat of his gaze.
“But they will. You’ll still be struggling for breath once I’m done with you,” Beast teased, unwrapping Laurent from the jeans and underwear. His focus had so completely shifted to his man that he barely remembered the purpose behind their presence at the clubhouse.
When Beast wrapped his hand around Laurent’s dick, his husband let out a wanton groan that went all the way up Beast’s cock.
“You truly are a beast,” Laurent said between one gasp and another, but didn’t seem to mind a ‘beast’ stroking him.
“So I’ve been told,” Beast said, chuckling as he breathed in the warm air circling between their faces. They stood close, creating their own bubble of smiles, gasps, and gratification.
It was a point of pride to see Laurent so out of breath he couldn’t even speak anymore. He sped up the movement of his soft hand over Beast’s cock, while gripping onto Beast’s arm with the other Needy and excited, he pumped his hips against Beast’s fist. Seeing him come undone while his tie was still so meticulously tied around his neck added a new layer of excitement to Beast’s own pleasure.