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Had it been up to Damen alone, they never would have made it back to the restaurant. Kissing Laurent, finally having him in his arms was too intoxicating.
Laurent, apparently, had no such problems, his perfect control slipping back into place, and he dragged Damen back to their table to make some sort of apology. They really should not have worried. Lazar and Pallas looked like they were gathered there to film some very nasty sort of pornography, the looks they exchanged heated, Lazar’s hand wandering freely around Pallas’ shirt, which seemed to have a few extra buttons undone.
He exchanged a shocked look with Laurent.
“Who would have thought,” he whispered.
Their goodbyes went much easier than any of their actual dates had.
Stepping out of the restaurant, Damen could hold himself back no longer and gathered Laurent into another, searing kiss.
“I want you,” he murmured into Laurent’s mouth, hands holding Laurent’s face firm, thumbs caressing his cheeks.
“That seems to be an understatement.” Damn that wicked mouth of his. Damen kissed him again, slower this time. “Unless you’re planning on causing a scene and fucking me right here in front of this restaurant, which is a rather nice place, actually, I might even want to come back here, I’d suggest we get a move on.”
Damen buried his head in Laurent’s neck and groaned, biting that wonderful skin of his. Hearing Laurent talk about sex – and sex with him at that – was incredibly hot, and he was having trouble not coming in his pants right there.
“You’ll want to watch your tongue, or I might just do that.”
“And here I thought you enjoyed my tongue.”
This was hell. It was heaven. He was so hard it almost hurt, and they had practically not done anything.
“Alright. Let’s get out of here. My place or yours?”
Laurent raised an eyebrow. “You really think I would debase my own home by inviting the likes of you?”
* * * * *
Seeing as Damen apparently didn’t own a car, and the fact that Lazar was the one to drive Laurent to their date, they ended up getting a cab, and making out shamelessly in the back of it. Laurent chose to keep saying filthy things to Damen, who in turn kissed him like a man possessed. He could feel just how badly he had to concentrate not to do something entirely improper – like grabbing Laurent’s ass with both hands. Such a gentleman.
Laurent had no such inhibitions, and allowed himself inside Damen’s shirt, carefully tucking it out of his pants, and feeling overwhelmed when his hands finally made contact with Damen’s skin. It definitely did not help that Damen chose to attach himself to his neck in just that moment.
He had no idea what to expect from Damen’s home. He may have thought about it, at some point in his life, but in this case, it didn’t really seem to matter. The building was an expensive apartment complex, built to house the rich and the famous, and Damen’s flat was on the uppermost floor, overlooking the entire neighbourhood.
The closer they got to their destination, the more Damen held himself back, and, despite his intentions, the more it turned Laurent on. It was rather infuriating.
“Damen,” he said haltingly, as Damen pressed a particularly slow trail of kisses down his neck, nuzzling into the neckline of his sweater.
“Hmm?”
“I think… we should get inside your apartment, don’t you?”
In place of a response Damen simply unlocked his door and allowed Laurent to get inside.
The place was – compared to Laurent’s immaculate household – a bit of a mess, but in a lived-in way that made it bearable. Stepping in, one was faced with floor-to-ceiling windows that made up the entire opposing wall of the apartment. The view was rather stunning, the city laid out in front of them. To the right there was a small, American style kitchen, at the end of it a door leading into what Laurent assumed was the bedroom.
He looked around the place, and turned back to Damen, who was watching him intently.
“Perfect dwelling place for a rich playboy, I have to say,” Laurent said with a smile curving his lips.
Damen laughed and licked his lower lip. “Guilty as charged,” he said as he started pacing toward Laurent, his gaze boring into him, keeping him stranded in place, anticipation building. “Perhaps you would like to,” he stopped, visibly searching for words, “sample my services?”
Laurent couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Seriously? That’s the best you can come up with?”
“I know you appreciate wordplay,” Damen said as he stalked closer. “It’s not exactly my strong suit.” He stopped half a step away from Laurent. “But if you let me, I will show you just how much I appreciate you.”
“Take me to bed, Damianos.”
Damen leaned down into him, lips almost brushing, then he leaned lower, and grabbed hold of Laurent’s ass, hoisting him up. Laurent instinctively locked his ankles on Damen’s lower back, hands coming up around his neck. He was looking down at Damen like this, enjoying the change in perspective, and dipped down to kiss him. Damen melted into the kiss almost immediately, one hand letting go of his backside to pull him closer, pressing into his back. Laurent squeezed him closer and revelled in the way Damen’s breath caught as he ground down on his erection.
“Bed. Now.”
Damen nodded and captured his mouth in a heated exchange as he walked them to the bedroom, Laurent continuing his lazy grinding.
He had half expected Damen to just throw him onto the bed, but instead he sat down, gathering Laurent into his lap. He took Laurent’s face in his hands and kissed him, long, slow and deep.
“Damen,” Laurent panted as Damen kissed his cheek, tracing a line behind his ear, nuzzling there. His hands wandered down to Laurent’s waist, stole inside his sweater, pushing the material up, until Laurent got the hint and helped him take it off. Damen leaned back to look at him, idly tracing a hand down his leanly muscled stomach, heaving with his breaths.
“You’re amazing,” he breathed.
As he was about to capture Laurent’s mouth again, he held out a hand to stop him, and started unbuttoning his shirt. Damen let him do it, resting his hands on Laurent’s naked waist, slowly rubbing his thumb in circles, but his gaze was alight with the passion burning inside him. Laurent felt like his skin might catch on fire where Damen was touching him.
And then he was pushing his shirt off, slowly, carefully sliding his hand on Damen’s muscular back. He took the shirt off, letting Laurent gaze at him, the newly revealed planes of his chest, the well-defined abs, that wonderful little v disappearing into his trousers. Laurent was mesmerized.
“Come here,” Damen said, and Laurent went, his body flowing into Damen’s, the feeling of their skin touching shutting everything else out, overwhelming his senses.
They were kissing, tangled in each other’s arms as Damen fumbled out of his trousers, then he was pressing his lips to Laurent’s chest, and he felt as thought he might die on the spot. He threw his head back into the pillows, a hand grasped in Damen’s curls, eyes shut. Always so in control, he now had no say in his body’s movements, the feeling of Damen’s body and the lips on his skin taking over him entirely. He was dimly aware of his hips searching for friction in a sinful dance that was no doubt driving Damen just as insane as he himself was feeling.
When he thought he couldn’t take any more, Damen mouthed over his crotch, and the sound that escaped him was entirely not human. Damen may have sensed how overwhelming it all was, or he too was simply too close to the edge, because he pulled away, taking Laurent’s hand out of his hair, kissing it gently then folding it on his stomach.
“I’m going to undress you now,” he stated simply. “Laurent. Look at me.” He forced his eyes open, willed his breathing to slow, and meticulously, inch by inch, regained some sort of control over his own body. “Tell me what you want.”
That one single sentence was almost enough to make Laurent beg. “Fuck me.” Damen looked wrecked at that, and had to lift a hand to his cock, pressing down on it through his underwear.
“Laurent,” he moaned. “Fuck.” He collected himself and looked back at him. “I’ll be right back, yeah?”
He stood up and disappeared into the bathroom. Laurent was happy to get some reprieve, he had felt dangerously close to coming when Damen mouthed at his cock earlier. He stretched a little on the bed, making himself comfortable as Damen rummaged in the bathroom.
A few seconds later he was back, holding a bottle of lube and some condoms that he threw on the bed next to Laurent’s hips. He unbuttoned his pants very carefully, and slowly slid it down his legs. When he was done, he crawled up the bed, crowding over Laurent, and kissed him.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
He waited for Laurent to nod, then made his way back to his hips, taking off his underwear.
Laurent hissed as the air hit his cock, hard and sensitive. Damen slowly leaned down and pressed a careful kiss to the head. He rummaged around some more, then Laurent felt him shift, and then he was pushing his legs up the mattress, gaining access to Laurent’s hole. He kneaded Laurent’s ass like he just couldn’t stop himself, then stopped to pour lube on his fingers.
“Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
“Damianos, stop repeating yourself. You’re starting to bore me.”
Damen smiled, then pressed a finger to his entrance, and all thought left Laurent’s head as he slowly pushed it inside. He didn’t exactly have a lot of sexual experience, but he sure as hell didn’t remember it ever feeling so wonderful. Yes, there was some discomfort, but it simply didn’t matter, because it was Damen, giant, brutish Damen, who cared so much he checked in with him twice in as many minutes, who was so damn hot and perfect and oh, good god, he had his lips wrapped around Laurent’s cock as he pushed in with his second finger.
Even if it had happened to hurt, Laurent would have been unable to tell Damen because he was, quite frankly, speechless. Words refused to form not only in his mouth but in his brain, all of it emptied, filled with the feel of Damen’s mouth around his cock and his fingers exploring his ass. When it all became too much, he mouthed the one thing that still made sense to him.
“Damen,” he moaned. “D-Damen…”
He tried to signal him with a hand in his hair, and Damen seemed to understand as he released his cock with a small pop,
“You ready for me?”
Laurent nodded frantically, drinking in the sight of Damen’s naked body, his fingers still buried in his ass.
Damen stood, keeping his eyes fixed on Laurent, and he stepped out of his briefs. Laurent’s mouth watered at the sight of his cock. Damen quickly rolled on a condom, squirted some lube over his cock, then climbed into the bed, covering Laurent’s body with his.
“Laurent,” he breathed, running a hand down Laurent’s side, grabbing his ass and lifting it up a little. Laurent helped him along and lifted his legs to Damen’s back, locking his ankles. Damen was now in perfect position to fuck into Laurent, yet he didn’t. He squeezed his eyes closed, pressing his forehead into Laurent’s. “I’m not gonna last,” he said with helpless honesty. “You’re just…”
Laurent pulled him down into a kiss. It was sloppy, their lust taking over. As they were kissing, Laurent started to pull Damen in with his legs. He positioned himself, and slowly pushed into Laurent.
Their kissing ceased the moment the head of Damen’s cock disappeared into Laurent, Damen moaning loudly, Laurent holding his breath and watching Damen’s expression. It was everything.
When Damen bottomed out, he dropped his head to Laurent’s shoulder.
“You’re perfect,” he groaned, and Laurent had to agree. He tangled a hand in Damen’s curls, and grabbed his ass with the other, slowly nudging Damen to move. The bigger man gathered his weight and steadied himself on his arms.
His thrust at first were slow, experimental, until Laurent curled in on himself as he hit his prostate just right. Then he set a faster pace, thrusting hard and deep, making Laurent see stars.
“Damen,” he sighed, and brought their lips together.
“Laurent.”
He did his best to keep up with Damen’s movements, but after a while all he could do was hold on and let Damen fuck him, the feeling of his cock moving inside of him overwhelming.
“I’m-I’m close,” Damen groaned.
“Touch me,” Laurent pleaded in answer, and Damen wrapped a hand around his cock. In a few seconds, Laurent was coming, eyes falling shut, lips curling around Damen’s name silently.
“Laurent,” Damen moaned. “Look at me.”
When Laurent opened his eyes, he saw Damen gazing back at him, admiration written plainly on his face. His thrusts sped up, then faltered, as Damen came with a cry of Laurent’s name.
He rested there for a second, still inside Laurent, his head buried in his neck, trying to steady his breathing. He slowly pulled out, carefully taking off the condom and tying it off.
“I’ll… I’ll get you cleaned up, just-just wait right there,” he stumbled out, making his way into the bathroom again.
Laurent propped himself up on an elbow.
“I’m not likely to take a tour of the neighbourhood in my current state now, am I?” he quipped.
“Guess not,” Damen called from the bathroom, and a second later returned with a small wet towel and a slightly bigger dry one. Laurent felt a blush slowly settling across his chest.
“Thank you,” he said, taking the towels and cleaning himself up.
In the meantime, Damen was, again, rummaging through something.
“I don’t really think I have anything in your size, but I can give you a T-shirt, if that’s okay,” he said. When he turned to Laurent with a piece of clothing he thought appropriate, Laurent was already wearing his discarded shirt and smiling at him wickedly.
“Perhaps you should put that on, since it’s already in your hands. I would appreciate some underwear, though.”
“If you insist on wearing that, you’re not gonna need any underwear.”