“Oh, good God!” Laurent watched him so intensely his neck would surely hurt tomorrow from twisting back. “Is… is that a thing people do? I don’t even know anymore what is hell and what is heaven.”
Beast laughed and flipped Laurent over. He himself slid his knees to the floor so rapidly it made them hurt, but that was a small price to pay for getting his face buried between Laurent’s open thighs. He pulled him to the very edge of the bed and sucked on the soft skin of his sac, tasting the fresh sweat and arousal as he trailed lower, intent of having his fill of the boy.
“You taste good,” he said, digging the tip of his tongue against the tightly squeezed pucker.
Seeing Laurent’s toes curl and twitch at the edge of the bed made Beast forget about the scars on his body. If he could make this beautiful boy spasm and lose his mind, he was good enough. The legs in front of him opened wider, and it was all the invitation he needed to alternate between drilling his tongue against the twitching hole and licking up the soft balls, then gliding all the way to the underside of Laurent’s dripping cock. He wanted Laurent incoherent, moaning, and on legs so soft he wasn’t able to stand.
The salty musk of Laurent’s body was just the nectar Beast craved. The fulfilment of years when he wouldn’t approach anyone online for fear of being a novelty, and without anyone who would be worthy of pursuing in real life. Laurent was the answer to his most secret needs, pliant and wonderful, and trusting in a way that made Beast wish to cherish him, even if his mind was filled with the dirtiest of thoughts.
Greedy like a wolf at the end of winter, he devoured Laurent’s flesh, taking his young cock all the way into his throat. After years of celibacy, he managed to only choke a few times. He sucked on Laurent’s balls and played them in his hand. He kissed, bit, and sucked on Laurent’s trembling thighs. He spread his buttocks wide and ate Laurent’s ass with so much dedication the hole softened to him within minutes. With his tongue deep inside the tight channel, with the tip teasing the wrinkled flesh, he imagined burying his cock in Laurent’s ass and fucking it until Beast came, filling Laurent’s hole with his cum. They would look at one another, and Laurent would then understand that no other man could ever give him the things Beast could.
He was so immersed in the mixture of fantasy and reality that the first spurt of seed splashed over his cheek before he could suck the cock back into his mouth.
He’d only drank Laurent twice so far and already he felt addicted to his taste.
The boy panted and squirmed so beautifully, grasping at the sheets and moaning without shame. His thighs were still trembling when he finished, but considering the dazed look in his eyes, he wasn’t all there yet. What were his fantasies and thoughts? Did he also dream about how Beast’s cock would feel between his buttocks instead of his tongue?
Fired up, Beast jumped on the bed, caging Laurent with his body. Unable to keep still with his balls aching and cock hard, he pulled his teeth over Laurent’s neck, massaging the flesh in his mouth and sucking on it.
Laurent’s thighs closed around his sides and it was the sweetest embrace. “You’re too good to me,” he whispered between one whimper and another, and his fingers started tracing the lumpy skin of Beast’s shoulder.
Beast was so horny at this point he barely registered the words. “N-no... I want to. You’re so wonderful. So sweet,” he murmured, rolling his hips against Laurent and moaning when his dick rubbed against Laurent’s stomach.
Laurent wrapped one of his arms around Beast’s neck and kissed what was left of his left ear, but it was hard to worry about how Laurent perceived him when the soft, skilful fingers dove between their bodies and reached Beast’s painfully erect cock. “And you’re inhumanly patient.”
Beast groaned and found his lips, pushing his arms under Laurent’s back to close him in a tight embrace of hot, sweaty bodies. He shut his eyes, floating on the rapids of lust as Laurent’s hand worked his cock, using the precum as lubrication. Any capacity for thought was evaporating from Beast’s brain, and he pushed on, riding the tight fist until it milked him dry.
He was still panting after his brain-melting orgasm when the thought of his cum all over Laurent’s hand and stomach gave one more pang of arousal to his empty balls. Only now he truly knew how much he missed sex. How much he missed having someone in his bed but also being cherished and appreciated not just as a great leader within the club, a good friend, and a responsible man, but as a lover worth touching and kissing. By allowing him so close, Laurent replaced a piece within Beast that’d been broken for so many years.