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It all started when Isaac managed to pester Larry into actually indulging in a drink with him one late night. It had been just the two of them in the house, Tanner off in Washington again, and Grant away on a trip with his other friends. Isaac had spent his entire day with Larry. They had gotten no work done together; instead, they had been lounging in the living room all day. Both men were exhausted from gathering supplies needed for their latest idea to work, figuring out the logistics of the minute particulars, and writing down more ideas for their to-do list the day prior.
Larry didn't like drinking or smoking much. He was the type to indulge only on special occasions; Isaac knew that much, but he had never been told the exact reason why. And look, he didn't make it a habit to coerce his good friends into drinking when they didn't want to, but he didn't want to be the only person drinking in the house either. It made him look like a loser. In his defense, Larry would've said no if he really didn't want to drink. He would've. It's not like Isaac would force him.
Larry looked awfully pretty in the shitty overhead lighting of their living room. It wasn't a new thought to cross Isaac's mind by that point—oh, not at all. It wasn't a secret how effeminate Larry was. Who would blame a man for finding a feminine face pretty? Isaac had always secretly thought it was such a waste for a boy to be made so pretty, but he'd been taught to never question God's creations. However, that wasn't the only reason Isaac appreciated Larry's beauty.
Isaac hadn't known when he was younger how odd his desires were till he'd been faced with his first session of locker room talk. Like average teenage boys, his group of friends had brought up porn they supposedly liked to watch in a stupid attempt to declare their masculinity to each other. At that point in his teenhood, Isaac hadn't actually gotten the chance to watch porn. He of course knew what it was, but with his mom's strict parenting and control over his internet access, he had never been horny enough to bother. Usually, he settled for his imagination.
Someone he couldn't remember had started going into detail about what they liked most about the woman they saw in porn, setting off the rest of them in a chain reaction. It had taken Isaac a minute of sitting and listening quietly to the rest of the guys discussing their porn habits to identify what exactly felt off to him about the situation. He had realized for the first time in that moment that his fantasies were nothing like those of the other boys. Where they fawned over wide hips and drooled over mature breasts, Isaac had already developed a taste for girls inappropriately younger than him.
When he felt treacherous enough to chance jerking off under his covers late at night while praying that his mom wouldn't check in on him, he always visualized flat chests and svelte limbs. Girls who were petite enough that he could easily hurt them if he wasn't mindful of his untrained strength.
As Larry had begun another nonsensical tangent, the warmth of him pressed up against Isaac's side where they both lay on the living room bean bag (which they pushed right in front of the TV), Isaac had stopped listening to him a couple of topics ago. Instead, he was laser-focused on Larry's throat. The younger boy hadn't noticed his inattentiveness yet, and Isaac had begun to doubt that he had enough control over his mental faculties to notice if he didn't bring it to Larry's attention. He'd been dragging his sentences out of his mouth, already too drunk to enunciate properly, while Isaac couldn't say he even felt tipsy at that point. Isaac was engrossed by the fact that the cartilage of Larry's throat didn't make much of a bump to protect his voice box. His neck flexed with his animated gestures. Isaac was sure he could readily wrap his hand entirely around the younger's throat if he wanted.
When Isaac's gaze sluggishly traveled upwards to Larry's face, the other was looking around the room with big, shining eyes. The kind of look that made you want to cradle his face or pull his hair just to see his unsullied expression twist into one of pain.
Larry's sentence trailed off as he seemed to become more aware of himself in the past seconds. His glassy eyes focused on Isaac instead of far off in the distance. He turned his head and looked up at Isaac with a cute furrow in his brow.
"Do you think… have you ever watched gay porn?" Larry had paused dramatically enough that Isaac thought he was about to ask an important question, and instead, he was completely blindsided by how innocent the vulgar question sounded coming out of his friend's mouth.
"What!?" Isaac exclaimed as he laughed at his ridiculous friend. "Where the hell did that come from?"
"Oh," Larry paused as he blinked dumbly, "I dunno. I suddenly thought about it cuz I realized I always watched it n' I thought it was normal to watch gay porn n' straight porn, but maybe not. So I thought, why not jus' ask a straight person?" At this, he gawked at Isaac expectantly.
"Uhm…" Isaac's mind was completely blank on how to answer in a way that didn't sound incriminating. He knew he couldn't answer truthfully. "Well, I don't really… watch it?" That answer sounded forged, even to himself.
"What!" Larry was shocked enough to lose control of his volume as he often did, regardless of being drunk. "Oops! Sorry… I'm bein' loud. Shhhh." Larry held up a finger to his mouth to shush himself. Isaac smirked at the charming display. Larry's expression got serious as he furrowed his brows again in accusation. "No, but seriously. You watch porn, there's no way you don't!" The younger exclaimed, slightly hushed.
Isaac's smirk dropped as he realized he would have to attempt to make his lie not sound so ridiculous. "I was raised in a strict Christian household! What do you expect?"
"There's no way! You're like pushin' thirty now anyway, why would that matter? You can watch porn now, right?" Larry sounded genuinely distraught at the thought of not being able to watch porn. "Or is it like a guilt thing n' yer scared that God is gonna send you to hell or whatever he does?" Larry glanced at Isaac with concern in his eyes that made Isaac feel heat build in himself. He liked the way the younger looked when he was worried.
"I just never got in the habit," Isaac was surprised at how confident he sounded, "and besides, I didn't say I don't get off, I just don't need porn to do it." He looks smugly at Larry.
"Pft—Oh, I see. You a big, hot guy that don't need porn when you could jus' have the real thing anytime you want, huh?" Larry's tone was sarcastic.
"You said it, not me." Isaac's smirk got sharper as he stared directly at the void of Larry's eyes. Isaac was relieved that he seemingly pulled off his deception.
"Yeah, right! Yer a fuckin' nerd who doesn't come outta his man-cave most days. You," Larry used a dainty finger to point at the center of Isaac's sternum, "are not fucking, any girls! I would know." Larry affirmed to himself with a childish nod.
"You don't know that for sure," At this, Larry's expression morphed into one of disbelief, "You don't know! I could be sneaking girls into my master bedroom while your sleepy ass is snoring away for thirteen hours a day."
"Hey!" Larry pouted at the casual stray, his gaze dropping to the floor as his lip stuck out the tiniest bit. Isaac couldn't help but snicker at the way he gave in to him so easily.
"Get that pitiful look off your face, boy." Isaac was still smiling as he unconsciously reached out with his hand to lift Larry's head by his chin.
"Hmph." Larry continued pouting. Even though Isaac had forced him to raise his head, he still stubbornly looked down, away from Isaac. He acted childishly when he was drunk. Isaac couldn't say he hated it. From this angle, with his inky eyelashes fluttering almost entirely shut, Isaac couldn't help but notice how similar he looked to the little girls in the videos he really shouldn't have possession of in his storage. He accidentally tightened his hold on the other's chin at the realization.
"Oww!" Larry instinctively tried pulling back from the harsh hold and failed against Isaac's strength, "Owie. Whad'the fuck, Isaac!" Larry brought both his hands up to grip Isaac's wrist. Isaac gave in to the first impulse he had and moved his fingers slightly higher to properly squish Larry's cheeks. He just had to know what the younger would look like. "Mffmph! Stop! Tha' act'lly hurts!" Isaac could see real fear reflected in Larry's sparkling eyes as he squirmed against his hold. Larry couldn't speak right with his face squished in Isaac's wide hand.
It was the second that Isaac realized Larry's eyes were getting wetter with tears not fully formed yet, that he snapped out of it. He swiftly retracted his hold on Larry as he swallowed heavily. He was parched.
"Don't be such a baby." Isaac rushed to say anything. Isaac felt his face flush. He must've looked like a tomato. He noticed he was breathing heavier. He hoped Larry was too drunk to notice.
"M'not!" Larry rubbed at the sides of his face with his own manicured hands, as if to rub the pain away.
"You are. You still act like such a big baby sometimes, especially when you're drunk." Isaac was saying anything to make Larry move on from what he just did.
Unfortunately, his comment seemed to genuinely get to Larry; the younger was too drunk to take the comments in stride like he usually did. Isaac could see his waterline getting fuller with tears. His brows tilted upwards in a miserable show of hurt. Isaac inhaled sharply through his nose at the realization that, although he felt bad for hurting his feelings, the image Larry painted also turned him on.
"Then why d'you want to drink with me?" Larry sounded small and insecure.
"Larry, I didn't mean it. I like hanging out with you," Larry looked at Isaac with doubt, "I promise. You're just drunk, okay?" Isaac put on the big brother voice he had had to use many times in the past to calm his younger siblings when their parents weren't home to do it themselves. It was probably a bad idea, but he reached out to Larry again, wrapping his right arm around the smaller boy, snuggling into him as he gave him a side hug. "Let's watch more TV and calm down, alright?"
Larry was looking down at his own thighs, still clearly moody but receptive to Isaac's physical affection. He still let himself be tucked against Isaac's body. He gave a tiny nod and a 'mhm' in agreement with Isaac. Isaac noticed that the younger had pinched the fabric of his tank top between two of his fingers to hold onto him, but chose not to point it out.
Visions of black hair and soft skin still permeated Isaac's mind as he groggily came to. The blue light of the TV was the only thing illuminating the entirety of the open floor living room and kitchen. He was still lying on the beanbag with Larry, who had also apparently fallen asleep with him. The other was still deep in slumber as Isaac became cognizant of the fact that he had wrapped himself around the other like a koala in his nap.
His dreams were already blurring into one another, but Isaac knew he had dreamt of warm flesh and pliable bodies. He remembered thrusting into a delicate girl and her overwhelmed moans.
As he looked down, he noticed he was hard. His hips were rocking of their own accord against Larry's covered ass. Isaac groaned as he gripped Larry's hip with his free hand and forced himself to stop moving against the delicious friction. He huffed out a breath of disappointment against the top of Larry's head, making some of his long hair flutter around in the slight waft of air. His right arm was trapped underneath Larry's skull. Pins and needles already traveled towards his shoulder. He sat there awkwardly, debating what to do with a sleep-inhibited brain. He also probably still had a tiny amount of alcohol in his system, though he couldn't really feel it at that point.
Isaac's hold on Larry's hip tensed in time with an overeager pulse of his dick. His body clearly was not getting the message that it was not the time. His eyes, which had been squeezed shut as he tried to calm himself, shot open as Larry started to mumble in his sleep.
"Isaiah?" Isaac could barely make out what Larry was trying to say, but he recognized the stupid nickname the other gave him to make fun of his Christian upbringing. "Wh're you doin'?"
Larry could've been sleep talking with how his eyes were still firmly shut, and his body still limp, making Isaac hesitant to reply at all in case he woke Larry up more. Isaac refused to move his hand off his hip in case it made Larry realize it was there in the first place. There was a silent pause that lasted long enough for Isaac to think he was in the clear before Larry piped up again.
"Mmmh. 'saiah?" Larry repeated the nickname as he began to roll around to face Isaac. Before the smaller could successfully twist his body, Isaac used his hold on his hip to force him still, in tandem with his trapped arm, which he pulled across Larry's chest. He made sure to move his crotch away from the other as he used his hold to trap Larry's torso to his chest.
"Jus' go back to sleep, Lare." Isaac's voice was gravelly from sleep not yet entirely shaken from his system.
"Mffhbut I'm hot." Larry whined as he fidgeted in Isaac's hold. "I wan'take my shirt off."
Already, the younger reached his hands towards the hem of his shirt in preparation, but Isaac was too alarmed at the probability of Larry noticing what was actually happening to loosen his stone-clad hold. Larry muttered in confusion as he attempted to pull his shirt up and was stopped in his tracks by Isaac's forearm, restricting both his arms from raising higher than his chest.
"Please!" Larry whispered desperately. "Why're you doin' this, Isy?" He whimpered with slurred speech. "'m so hot I feel like m'gonna burn up n' die. Your body's too hot!" At this, Larry gave emphasis to his statement by letting go of his shirt to grab Isaac's forearm across his chest to attempt to shake it around, only accomplishing more heated skin contact. "Ughhh!"
Isaac had only gotten harder as Larry struggled against him. The physical inability of the younger, combined with his seemingly immature whining, was doing all the wrong things to Isaac's libido. In all honesty, he was stunned stupid by the enormity of his desire for someone whom he thought he'd only seen as a friend. He was too brainless to come up with anything to say.
"Aughh! Let go of me, Isaac!" Larry begged, but he had already given up on trying to physically make Isaac move before even giving a serious attempt.
Finally, Isaac found something to say with a rough swallow, "Just go back to bed, Lare. You're okay." He placated in his big brother voice.
Larry immediately started shaking his head in disagreement. His wavy hair tickled Isaac's nose. "No! Nooo! Isaac, please just lemme take it off!" The smaller started squirming in Isaac's arms again. Isaac thought that if he held out long enough, Larry would be drunk enough to tire himself out and pass out to forget everything the next day, but his plan was interrupted by Larry's breath hitching. The younger let a pitiful hiccup escape his mouth before Isaac realized he had started crying for real. Isaac had to squeeze his eyes shut again as he felt the first drop of precum slide down his shaft. Images of pygmy girls in flexible positions flashed through his mind.
Isaac hadn't realized it in the moment, but he had subconsciously bent his face down towards the crown of Larry's head to smell him. He recalls how Larry smelled vaguely of some unidentifiable sweetness. A scent Isaac would personally never wear, or imagine another man wearing. It worsened his craving.
"Stop bullyin' me. What did I do to you? Why're you bein' so mean to me?" Larry implored. He was still writhing in Isaac's arms.
Isaac only had so much self-control.
As Larry let out another mewl of distress, Isaac pulled Larry along as he rolled onto his back. Larry ended up lying positioned on top of Isaac, as if he were a human-shaped bed. Isaac felt hot droplets fall on the exposed skin of his arm. Isaac groaned as Larry's ass made contact with his hard-on again.
Larry must've realized what he was doing by that point, but Isaac had no clue if the other had been too scared to point it out or was making excuses in his head for Isaac's behavior. Or perhaps he was truly too drunk and sleepy to notice. Regardless, Isaac decided to give into desire.
"It's okay, Lare. You're just tired and drunk. Just relax." Isaac rubbed his left hand up and down Larry's hipbone to soothe him, before it traveled inwards, ending up resting on the plush heat of Larry's inner thigh.
Larry was wearing flimsy, tiny basketball shorts. Isaac noted they were ones he hadn't seen the younger boy wear in a while. They would offer hardly any protection from Isaac. Isaac had a fleeting thought of how Larry, wearing revealing clothing around him, said something about how much the younger trusted him, but discarded it in favor of continuing his movement.
Larry's crying dampered (from shock? Isaac couldn't be sure), but the hitching of his breath was still audible enough due to how close Isaac was to him. Isaac couldn't help comparing Larry to all the girls he had stroked himself off to in the past: The way they would fall into a fawn response, even if they had initially put up a fight, how their cries quieted when the realization hit that this was real and happening regardless of their consent, how weak and vulnerable they were against the men who hurt them.
Isaac had no clue why God made him this way, but it must've been for some divine reason a mortal like him couldn't begin to comprehend.
Larry gasped loudly as Isaac's left hand made light contact with his crotch over his shorts.
"Isaac?" The younger one sounded so scared and small already. A hint of betrayal underlined his voice.
"You're okay, baby. Just close your eyes and go to sleep again." Isaac felt as if a script had been handed to him. His words came out of him without thought.
"W—what? Isaac, you're scarin' me." Larry's voice was hushed, as if he was convinced that being loud would upset Isaac, something very uncharacteristic of the boy.
"No. No, Lare. I'm just helping you. Helping you relax." Isaac patted Larry's crotch condescendingly, like it wasn't worth the attention. Isaac noted that he was surprised by how small the other felt through the thin fabric.
By that point, Isaac stalled. He truly didn't know how to handle a dick that wasn't his own, and he wasn't particularly interested in learning. He thought if he touched Larry pleasurably in other places, that would be enough to keep the younger quiet as he sought his own release.
With that conclusion, Isaac moved his left hand under Larry's shorts and underwear. Larry's skin was heated and soft under his callused palm. As he pulled both of Larry's garments down to his mid-thigh, he admired how he only felt peach fuzz on Larry's upper thighs. He even felt girly compared to Isaac. Not that Isaac thought of himself as the paragon of masculinity, but it was as if God had barely tried to construct Larry into a man.
Isaac was pulled out of his thoughts by Larry squeaking as he snapped his thighs together, trapping Isaac's hand. Well, "trapping" was generous, but Isaac took it as a sign to put more effort into calming him down. Larry's hands had found their way to Isaac's outer thighs. He could feel Larry's nails trying to dig into his skin through the fabric of his joggers. Larry's flaccid dick twitched to life against his forearm. He thought to himself that it should've bothered him, but because it was Larry, it didn't seem gross like it would've with another man. It was more of a decoration, anyway.
"I'm not gonna hurt you, Lare." Isaac found that the affection in his tone wasn't forced at all, even as he felt some exasperation towards Larry for being such a scaredy cat about the situation.
Isaac had no experience with men, and so his first instinct in his predicament was probably ill-advised, but he thought that if he knew anything about Larry, it would work out fine. He used his right hand to push up Larry's shirt and cup his left breast. His arm rested across Larry's other breast.
To call them breasts was inaccurate. Isaac couldn't even say that they were palm-sized. That realization made his dick pulse eagerly in his joggers. They were reminiscent of the prepubescent chests he'd seen before. Isaac hadn't thought about his friend's chest in detail before, but as he groped the younger, he found that there was some plushness to the small mound. Isaac had hardly touched him, and his nipples were already perking up. Isaac felt Larry's back shudder against his front at a slightly mean scratch of his thumbnail against his nipple.
Isaac felt Larry wiggling in his hold as his breathing picked up. He decided to scratch around Larry's nipple in a circle to get more of a reaction out of him. As he slowly traced around the peak of Larry's nipple, Larry gasped and began rubbing his thighs together, where Isaac's hand was still "trapped". The motion made Isaac notice that Larry's dick was fattening fully with blood against his forearm.
"See, I told you. I'm not gonna hurt you," Isaac affirmed, "it feels nice, doesn't it?"
Larry sniffled in response and wiggled some more in Isaac's hold. Isaac thought he was cute when he was overwhelmed and too slow for speech.
Isaac took the squirming as permission to continue. He ramped up his scratching to tugging on Larry's sore nipple. He remembered all the times Nick had groped him for an annoying bit in a vlog and how surprisingly painful it could be to be groped without any tact. He wondered how Larry found enjoyment from his actions, if his blossoming erection was any indication. To be fair to Isaac, he was at least trying to make it pleasurable. He was pulling from his knowledge from the one time a girl wanted him to play with her boobs. On a more brutal tug from Isaac, Larry mewled and dug his nails farther into the meat of Isaac's thigh.
"It hurts," Larry whined. His voice broke slightly in the middle of his complaint.
"If it hurts, then why are you leaking?" Isaac genuinely questioned.
Larry didn't respond, which made Isaac want to torment the other even more. Isaac easily removed his hand from between Larry's tiny thighs, and as he did, he felt Larry's shock from the ease of the maneuver permeate the air. Larry didn't have to say anything for Isaac to pick up on his surprise. The fact that Larry could still be shocked at the difference in their statures made Isaac giggle into the crown of Larry's head.
With his left hand free to do as it pleased, he swiftly pulled his own dick out of his pants, groaning as he felt it avidly spring out of the fabric. He felt himself rub against Larry's perineum before he forcefully situated his dick between Larry's thighs.
Larry instinctively tried to shut his legs against Isaac's onslaught, but Isaac effortlessly managed to open Larry's legs with his one hand kept on the smaller's left thigh.
Isaac had stopped feeling up Larry's chest in favor of trapping the younger's jaw in his right hand. He gently moved Larry's head out of his line of sight. He wanted to get a good peek at his dick situated between Larry's thighs.
Isaac felt a complicated mixture of things as he suddenly remembered that Larry also had a dick once he looked down. He had truly forgotten to expect it lying on top of his. It was also comically small compared to his own. Isaac felt mean for just thinking it, but it was probably a good thing Larry wasn't only attracted to women. He reached out intuitively with his left pointer finger and thumb to touch it delicately. He mostly held it just underneath the glans between his two fingers. He made small circles against the spongy skin with his thumb.
He was fascinated by how small Larry was, as well as his foreskin, which was still intact. Isaac never thought he would think something like it—but the other's dick looked cute. As he tried to contend with that thought, Larry's breathing picked up. Isaac saw his tummy shudder. Isaac felt enamored by the huffs his friend let out to stay quiet. Isaac could feel the other's core tremble against his own.
"You can be loud, y'know. I won't punish you for that. It's supposed to feel good."
"It doesn't feel good." The denial rushed out of Larry quietly. Isaac could hear the pouting in his voice.
"You can stop lyin', Lare." Isaac's tone was full of fondness for the other.
With his curiosity about Larry's penis satisfied, Isaac let go of it to stroke himself instead. The knuckle of his moving thumb bumped against Larry's balls and the underside of his dick. Larry fussed around on top of Isaac, clearly dissatisfied without direct touch but still too stubborn to admit what he wanted.
Isaac hadn't felt so ravenous to get off in a while, probably not since he last had a girlfriend. He had to force himself to stop fondling his dick so as not to come without even getting to the reason he was doing all this in the first place.
He buried his nose into the hair right above Larry's left ear, inhaling the sweet scent suffused there. He moaned unabashedly as he made contact with his dick again, only to gather the slick fluid running down his shaft.
He hesitantly nudged his precum-covered fingers against the furl of Larry's asshole. Larry's struggles started up again, and he attempted to push off of Isaac's body with both of his hands held onto Isaac's thighs. The smaller only tired himself out. Larry yelped as Isaac promptly stilled Larry with both hands, smearing some of his precum across Larry's body, but that couldn't be considered Isaac's fault.
As Larry gave up again, Isaac had to collect more of his precum before continuing his previous gesture. Larry squealed and moved his hands from Isaac's thighs to Isaac's right arm, which was resting against his chest to keep him in place again. Larry dug his nails into the bare skin there instead, bracing himself. Isaac thought it was only fair to let Larry have something to squeeze.
"M'gonna die. M'gonna die." Larry mumbled under his breath, as if he had forgotten Isaac could hear him. He shook his head subconsciously, causing Isaac to scrunch his nose at the ticklish sensation.
When Isaac looked away from his left hand to the side of Larry's face, he saw that the younger had squeezed his eyes shut. Isaac felt bad for scaring him.
"Shh. It's okay." Isaac whispered apologetically.
Isaac tenderly stroked his left pointer and middle finger between Larry's cheeks. He rubbed over his soft hole, almost mimicking a rocking motion. He noted that he felt Larry clench against nothing, his body naturally trying to pull away from what it perceived to be a threat.
Finally, he drove his pointer finger into Larry's hole first. Isaac felt resistance from Larry's walls push against his fingertip. Once he fully inserted his finger into the resistant flesh, he noted how burning hot it felt, tensing around his finger.
Larry cried out as Isaac wiggled his finger around curiously. His hole felt so tight around him, as if it could cut off the circulation to his finger. Isaac felt a bit awkward, unsure of how to stretch the other properly.
He was too impatient to wait for Larry to relax on his pointer finger. He decided to slightly hook his pointer finger towards himself inside Larry to anchor his hold as he forcibly sank his middle finger inside, along with the first finger. Larry wailed at the damaging stretch.
"Ow. Ow. Isaac I—" Larry was cut off as Isaac used some effort to spread his fingers apart inside him. It must've ached, but Isaac thought that that was probably normal from all the things he'd heard secondhand about gay sex. Larry sobbed. Isaac could feel his body quivering on top of him.
Isaac imagined he was fingering a girl as he searched for Larry's prostate. It was probably similar enough, right? Isaac only noticed he had closed his eyes to focus when they snapped open from a particularly piercing keen from Larry. The younger's spine jolted in tandem. He had found it.
He might've been somewhat rough as he initially rubbed against the area, if the way Larry jerked in his hold was anything to go by, but he was nice enough to soften his massaging once he noticed. He saw that Larry was leaking precum when he used harsher pressure against his prostate. It had to be a good sign that he was doing this right, regardless of Larry's crying.
Satisfied that he had pleasured Larry enough, Isaac pulled his fingers out of the other with a slick pop. As he held the base of his dick to angle it correctly, he moaned into Larry's ear. He sniffed him again, imagining he was about to push into a young girl as he entered Larry's resistant hole. If he closed his eyes and imagined hard enough, he could pretend he was entering a virgin.
Larry screamed when Isaac had barely gotten his tip inside, causing the older man to move his right hand that had been resting on his breast to cover the entirety of his lower jaw. Isaac felt his tear-damp hair trapped between his palm and Larry's face. Larry whimpered pitifully.
"If you're quiet, I can let go of you. You understand?" Isaac intentionally tried to sound sympathetic.
Larry jerked his head yes. Isaac let go of him, fully trusting the other.
"You promise me, Larry?" Isaac sought reassurance.
Larry nodded slightly more enthusiastically, seemingly unwilling to speak. Isaac didn't hold it against him. He probably felt too good to speak. Or perhaps he was too embarrassed about making such a fuss.
Isaac felt slippery heat sliding down his right forearm and took a second to realize that Larry was digging his nails in hard enough to puncture skin.
Isaac sighed as he felt the first trickle of relief while he pushed farther inside. He was fine with Larry scratching him like a fussy kitten if it meant he could feel this bliss.
"You feel so good, Lare." The praise slipped out of his mouth.
He suddenly felt adoration for the other swell in his chest. He used his free left hand to rub soothingly up and down Larry's trembling thigh. He pulled Larry's nails off his right arm as he gathered both of Larry's hands in his right hand. He wanted to hold Larry's small hands. Larry didn't physically resist him. Isaac reasoned he was probably tired of pretending to hate this.
"There you go. You feelin' ready to stop puttin' up a fight? Hm, Lare?" Isaac whispered in his ear as he teased him for being so contrary and lying to him when his body didn't.
Larry didn't use proper words; instead, he whined and nodded shakily in agreement. His manicured nails no longer tried to prick Isaac like a pushpin. The smaller wrapped one of his hands around Isaac's right thumb, squeezing it anxiously. His palms were soft. The tangle of their hands rested right over Larry's heart.
Isaac used his hand on Larry's thigh to sink the younger boy on his dick as far down as he could in their position. Larry still cried out, but Isaac could tell he was trying his hardest to stay quiet as he promised.
Larry moaned miserably once Isaac was sure he was as deep inside him as he could be. Isaac swallowed hard as he finally noticed how thirsty he was. He stopped rubbing Larry's thigh and used his hipbone as an anchor to tug Larry up and down his shaft. He was shocked at how easy it was compared to when he'd done this with his ex-girlfriend. He hadn't considered it before, but Larry was technically smaller than her, so it made sense. Isaac felt his dick throb at that realization. It felt amazing surrounded by Larry's heat. Larry's thighs trembled more severely the longer Isaac handled him like a fleshlight.
Isaac was getting irritated at their position, which restricted his mobility. He grunted as he tightened his hold on Larry and swung upwards, into a sitting position.
Larry began to whine in confusion before his voice broke into a high-pitched moan. The sitting position moved Isaac's dick into the perfect spot, unbeknownst to him. He sounded just like a girl to Isaac. Isaac looked down at Larry's crotch. Larry was panting, and his dick was drooling fervently. Isaac had no clue what he'd done to illicit a response, but it was clear Larry was enjoying himself, which he was genuinely proud of.
Larry slouched in Isaac's hold, which wasn't a burden for him. He easily held Larry up as he continued to bounce him on his dick with one hand. He still held Larry's hands to his small chest, unwilling to let go.
Isaac felt a burning hot liquid slide down his dick. It was noticeably different. He couldn't identify it, so he looked down between their bodies as he pulled Larry up. His eyebrows raised as he saw red mixing in with his precum. He dropped Larry on his dick as he felt stunned.
Before Isaac could think of what to do, Larry started to pant shakily. His head fell backwards onto Isaac's shoulder. He tried to moan out something incoherent when Isaac glanced from their crotches to Larry's face, but Isaac couldn't parse what. Instead, Isaac felt the urge to kiss and nibble at the flushed skin of Larry's neck. His outstretched neck was tempting in its vulnerability. Larry sighed as Isaac's mouth made contact.
Isaac could feel his climax building. All the epicene noises coming from Larry's mouth played right into Isaac's fantasy of fucking a young girl. As soon as he began to worry that he would come first, Larry moaned obscenely and trembled apart in his arms.
Isaac looked down at their laps again just in time to see Larry decorate their thighs with splatters of white. Isaac let out a cut-off groan as he felt Larry pulsing around him rhythmically. He curled protectively over the younger. He bit his lip before he lost control and felt his dick throb increasingly before shooting ropes of come into Larry. He brutally squeezed Larry's hipbone through the swelling of pleasure.
His head felt completely silent for a moment. He couldn't register anything as he felt complete satisfaction and a warm body cradled against himself.