As soon as he touched Laurent's cock, the smaller body bucked against him. Laurent arched his ass higher, pushing onto Beast’s cock and swallowing all of it in one push.
“Please, yes!” Laurent exclaimed, needy and dragging his fingers over the sleeping bag. The begging made Beast’s cock swell inside the hot, throbbing body, and for a moment his mind became fuzzy.
He’d give his pretty boy all he wanted and more.
“Like this?” Beast licked up the nape covered in a brand that had given Beast so much grief. But the sigil was now a part of Laurent, a part of what had brought the boy here. To him.
He sped up the thrusts of his hips, pushing into Laurent’s ass at a rapid pace. His hand moved over Laurent’s prick at the same speed, making him buck against Beast time and time again. He needed to remember this, because it was so fucking hot he to see Laurent jerking on his dick like that, he was sure he’d come—
The wanton sound of Laurent’s moans mixed with the heat of spunk drizzling through Beast’s fingers created a sensation so powerful that between that and the glorious spasms of muscles around Beast’s dick, it was unclear which made his brain go white with pleasure.
He curled up around Laurent, holding onto him with frantic devotion, his lips hard against the pulsing artery in Laurent’s neck as they spasmed together, eventually collapsing on their sides, still very much connected, still in each other’s arms even as their bodies slowly cooled, minds soothed by the steady tapping of rain above their heads.
Beast pressed his cheek against Laurent’s, swirling his fingertips over Laurent’s reddened chest as they lay in silence, unbothered by anyone and anything. With Hound guarding their peace, nothing could put an end to the glorious afterglow that put to rest over a decade of Beast’s inadequacy. If Laurent wanted him this way, if Laurent loved him back, then who was he to question that decision? Why would he not let Laurent shower him with all this affection?
When Laurent pulled Beast’s hand up to his lips and kissed the knuckles, Beast could both cry at the way his heart clenched, and get horny over the fact that there was cum on that hand.
This mixture of tenderness and sexual attraction was like nothing he ever felt before. Only now, with Laurent for comparison, he could see there had been much more physical attraction than love in the relationship that broke his heart all those years ago.
The realization felt as if Laurent had pulled out a thorn that had been stuck in Beast’s heart since forever.
Chapter 24 - Laurent
Laurent didn’t like Lizzy’s band, Beasts of Hell all that much. They made an ungodly racket, made obvious mistakes as they played, but despite those faults, everyone else seemed to consider the music great, so Laurent politely went along with it and didn’t voice his opinions. Beast’s birthday was in under two weeks now, and it meant that he was soon to be free of the pact.
Free to pursue an independent life in 2017. There was no doubt in his mind that the Kings of Hell Motorcycle Club would be a big part of his future, so if most of the Kings and their friends liked metal music, he wouldn’t complain about it too much. Was there a kind of music named after plastic? He assumed he would like that so much better. But despite the noise leaving his ears numb each time metal was played, he wanted to be a part of it all, even if only because Beast was the VP of the club and Laurent revolved around him like the Earth did around the Sun.
There was a big party planned for mid-September, and so several local musical troupes came to present their work to the Kings of Hell in hope of being employed for that evening. Laurent knew almost nothing about the strange musical culture of 2017, but there was a sense of urgency in all the new people who came to present their skills. Beast told him nearby Portland was a place where many different bands could find admirers, but locally, the clubhouse was a prominent venue, famous for its wild banquets, although during events that were accessible to outsiders. sex in the open was considered less acceptable. Tonight though, members and hangarounds could relax in familiar company.
Knight certainly made good use of the open atmosphere. Since the breakup with Jordan, he was at it every evening, shamelessly naked in a large bed that was only partially obscured from view by a velvet curtain.
Three more people had joined him long ago, and Laurent did his very best not to look at the obscenity of it all. He tried not to judge, since he himself was involved in acts someone else could call indecent, but Knight’s lack of modesty was something else altogether. Knight never spoke of Jordan anymore, as if the few months they’d shared didn’t matter to him at all. She only came over once, to retrieve some of her belongings from the clubhouse, and even that visit ended up in a massive argument, which for once hadn’t been defused with sex.