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"Sit on me."
The request reverberated in Lawrence's ears like a forbidden prayer. Standing near the closet door, he slowly undid another button on his blue silk dress shirt, his eyes fixated on Adam.
Adam sat on the edge of the bed, his espresso-colored hair disheveled and face beet red, a sheepish smirk playing on his lips like a Cheshire cat.
Lawrence stood in slight shock, his blue eyes dilated as the two men exchanged glances from across the room. The younger of the two sat hunched over the edge of the bed, feet firmly planted on the hardwood floor of the master bedroom. The blonde struggled with his buttons, his fingers trembling, still transfixed by Adam's hungry demeanor.
Finally, Lawrence spoke, clearing his throat with a soft cough, stalling as the words spun in his head. "Come again?"
"I want you to sit on me." Adam shuffled his position. "You're so used to being in control, acting all tough and know-it-all. I kinda wanna see you like that." The younger man bit his lip, trying to distract from the blush painting his face. "Vulnerable n' shit."
Lawrence turned to face the other man, lips pursed and avoiding eye contact. "With all due respect," he responded, as Adam cocked his pretty dark brown head, "We have quite a discrepancy in our height and weight. I don't think that would be…effective as you want it to be."
Adam sighed deeply, nearly chuckling under his breath while he patted his lap. "I bashed a guy's head in with my own force. I can take you."
Lawrence almost laughed, as if the weight of the toilet seat was anything comparable.
He paused, contemplating for a moment before reaching for his wooden cane and walking toward the man still sitting on the edge of the mattress. Once he approached, Lawrence bumped Adam's knee with his own, an affectionate gesture that had become a habit since the addition of the other man's prosthetic. The blonde looked down at the man, face red and moist, in the glow of his partner. Lawrence exhaled deeply, a mix of affection, irritation, and arousal, then moved forward, resting the cane on the corner of the bed and balancing on Adam's shoulders. The younger man grabbed his elbows, keeping him steady as he looked into his eyes. Biting his lip and avoiding eye contact from his own lack of confidence, Lawrence responded huskily, "A few minutes couldn't hurt."
As the older man straddled the brunette, he felt Adam pull him closer, hands cupped over his waist until his legs draped over Adam's hips, their bodies aligning perfectly. The fabrics of Adam's cut-off jeans and Lawrence's khakis mingled, and Lawrence's soft thighs sank into the edge of the bed, feeling the pulse of Adam's hips beneath him. With a hungry sigh, Adam slid his hands lower on Lawrence's waist, savoring the feel of him, slipping a hand under his shirt.
Leaning forward, Adam kissed the doctor's neck, sending a deep shiver down Lawrence's spine as he trembled. Adam's grip tightened as he took note of the signal, pulling Lawrence in like a riptide closing the distance between the ocean and the shore. The doctor groaned deeply, a mix of need and shame washing over him as he felt his excitement build so quickly.
"I like feeling you on me, Larry, reminds me that you're real. That this isn't a dream." Adam shakily spoke, pulling the blonde closer to kiss his soft neck, sharp canines dragging a fluid line down his skin. Redness painted the area, broken blood vessels watercoloring a canvas around his trachea. All Lawrence could do was melt into it, fall into the touch of his partner's primal desperation.
Adam's hands moved with a newfound urgency, gripping Lawrence's hips desperately as he ground their bodies together, pushing and pressing his groin into the other man’s seat, hearing the tough cut off jeans against the friction of their clothes, a certain warmth that shot straight into the doctor's briefs. In a moment, he could feel - hear his own wetness. Lawrence couldn't help but let out a soft moan, his breath hitching as Adam's movements became more insistent, bucking into him as his eyes watered looking up. The older man seemed to glow, illuminated by the warm hue of the overhead, golden hair messy and standing on it’s edges, lip quivering.
"God, you feel so good," Adam murmured against Lawrence's neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin and sending electric sparks down his spine. Lawrence could feel the wetness pooling between his legs, a mix of desire and anticipation that only heightened with every deliberate thrust; so he ground into him, rolling his hips like he had never experienced sex before, begging for more pressure on his cock, savoring every movement and touch that he could get against Adam’s groin. With a shudder, he let out a breathy “Fuck,”
Lawrence’s hands, initially nervous, found their way to Adam's broad shoulders, fingers digging in for support as he began to move in rhythm with the younger man's hips, lifting himself up and down against the soft mattress. The sensation of Adam's thigh pressing against his most intimate parts sent waves of pleasure through his body, making him gasp and cling tighter. He lifted himself and then lowered, Adam’s lap catching him as he fell, each touch driving him to desperation. Faster, harder, he moved intensely against the man’s lap, grinding him into the bed.
"More," Lawrence whispered, his voice a desperate plea as he rocked against Adam, the fabric of his khakis now damp and clinging to his skin. The friction was maddeningly delicious, each movement pushing him closer to the edge. He could feel his orgasm approaching, the tension building with every buck of his hips against Adam’s. Their fluids mingled through the fabrics, heightening the intensity of their connection, each stroke a step closer to bliss.
Adam's hands slid down to cup Lawrence’s ample ass, grabbing firmly and guiding his movements, pulling him even closer. Their bodies locked together, Adam's cock hardened against Lawrence's wet folds, the weight of Lawrence's soft frame pressing deliciously into him. Adam's eyes pleaded as Lawrence's movements begged for more, his cushiony thighs spreading to accommodate Adam's every thrust. The slick heat against Adam's thigh, a clear sign of Lawrence's arousal, drove him wild, the sound sending him 12 stories high.
"You’re so wet for me," Adam growled, his breath hot against Lawrence's ear. His hands gripped Lawrence's clothed ass again, fingers sinking into the plush flesh, each touch sending shivers down Lawrence's spine. Gasping, Lawrence pleaded, "I need you so bad, more." His voice was a desperate whisper, the friction between their bodies maddeningly intense.
Adam's hands roamed over Lawrence's curves, exploring the expanse of his back and the softness of his sides, reveling in the way Lawrence's body responded to every touch. He felt Lawrence's hips grind against him, the damp fabric of his khakis clinging to his skin, hungrier as he watched the way his pants gripped his hips, heightening the sensation of their shared heat.
"God, you feel incredible," Adam murmured, his voice thick with desire. He pulled Lawrence even closer, his cock straining against the confines of their clothes. The pressure built between them, a tantalizing mix of pleasure and anticipation, still grinding desperately for pressure.
Lawrence's breath hitched as Adam's hands moved lower, fingers teasing the waistband of his khakis before slipping inside, caressing the bare skin beneath. Lawrence moaned, his body arching into Adam's touch, every nerve ending alight with need. Adam's eyes darkened with lust as he slowly, deliberately unbuttoned Lawrence's pants. He groaned at the sight, his hands kneading the soft flesh before positioning himself at Lawrence's entrance. "You're so beautiful," he said, his voice a reverent whisper.
"Adam..." Lawrence moaned, his body trembling with need. The pressure building inside him was almost unbearable, the sensations overwhelming. He felt Adam’s fingers teasing the hem of his khakis, as if contemplating whether to go further, and the thought alone made him whimper with want. Undoing the top button, Adam's hands ventured below his garments, placing a finger on Lawrence's soaked cock.
Lawrence's fingers dug into Adam's shoulders, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he felt his orgasm build. "Yes, just like that," he panted, "don't stop." Adam's pace quickened, their bodies slick with sweat and arousal, the friction driving them both to the brink.
"Just like this," Adam murmured, his voice a mix of reassurance and raw desire. He shifted slightly, finding the perfect angle to press against Lawrence’s cock under the sharp fabric, drawing a deep moan from the older man. He continued to push into him, both men thrusting towards each other, gripping the others torso for dear life like a lifeboat.
Lawrence’s head fell back, deep blue eyes closing as he lost himself in the pleasure of the smell of the other man, heat, cigarettes, tobacco store cover-up. The intensity of Adam’s touch, the heat of their bodies moving together—it was all too much, and yet not enough to satisfy the need for the other man. He craved more, wanted to feel Adam’s skin against his own, to lose himself completely in the younger man's embrace. Just like the first time he touched him on that cold floor, he couldn't rip away.
"Don't stop," Lawrence begged, his voice breaking with need, dropping his hips onto Adam, trusting him to catch him. His sides bucked against the younger man, the friction exquisite as he chased the climax that hovered just out of reach, beneath their clothes, beneath the movements of their hips clashing. Adam’s hands, firm and reassuring, guided his desperate, starved movements, their connection deepening with every jolt, every slide against the nerve endings of Lawrence’s drenched cock.
Adam's fingers brushed over Lawrence's skin, each touch laced with need, whispering "Lawrence" with every thrust. He needed him. He was the image of desire, his gorgeous doctor who knew exactly the remedy for every bad thought.
Adam's breath was hot against Lawrence's ear, murmuring encouragement that sent shivers down his spine. "You're doing so good, please keep - keep going," he whispered, his voice higher than usual, completely gone Lawrence’s body moved with increasing urgency, the friction against Adam’s cock driving him wild.
Lawrence’s body, a landscape of soft, masculine curves, beautiful blonde body hair and heated skin, responded to every touch, every word. His hands roamed over Adam's shoulders, gripping tightly as he moved, each thrust bringing him closer to the edge. "Please, Adam," he gasped, "I’m so close."
Adam’s hands slid down to Lawrence’s ass, squeezing the man's softness and pulling him even closer, their bodies melded together, lost in eachother. "I’ve got you," Adam murmured. He thrust harder, each movement precise, driving deeper into Lawrence’s desire.
The sensation was overwhelming, a crescendo of pleasure that built with every touch, every whispered word. Lawrence's hips moved frantically, the tension coiling within him, ready to snap. "Oh, God," he cried out, his voice breaking, "I’m going to come."
"Come for me, Lawrence," Adam urged, his own need palpable. He increased his pace, their bodies slick with sweat and arousal, the room filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure, the moist noises of their bodies rubbing against each other.
The older man felt a shiver cascade down his spine as Adam's trembling hands glided from his hips to his soft sides, the short-lived, feather-light touches sending sparks across his skin. Adam's movements grew slower, more deliberate, each touch covered with an increased intensity. He adjusted himself, slipping a third finger inside, his breath hitching at the sound of Lawrence's deep exhale as he grew wetter, stretching himself to accommodate. The space between his legs and the edge of the bed allowed Adam's hand to guide the doctor with ease, his eyes fixed on Lawrence's swollen, bitten lip with every slick press into him, every rub of his cock.
With his free hand, Adam pulled Lawrence closer, capturing his lips in a desperate, fervent kiss. He loved seeing him this way. Absolutely adored the way he rode Adam's hand, each movement sending waves of pleasure through his body, leaving him trembling and dripping onto Adam's thrusting, needy fingers. The doctor gasped into Adam's mouth, their tongues dancing in a heated clash as Lawrence wrapped his arms tighter around the younger man beneath him, letting himself go entirely. "I'm close," he panted deeply, his voice laced with urgency.
The younger man, lost in the throes of his own arousal, struggled to suppress the aftershocks of two no-contact orgasms that had left him trembling from their fervent dry-humping. His senses were overwhelmed, every drop of blood that once rushed to his extremities now pooling in his core, threatening to drive him over the edge. The adrenaline churned in his stomach, so intense that all he could do was press into the older man, needy and starving for more. He was utterly consumed by Lawrence's presence, the grounding, ecstasy-inducing weight of him pressing down at his lap.
Adam pushed upwards, seeking more pressure, more connection, every movement a testament to their shared, breathless desire. His hands roamed over Lawrence’s body, exploring the curves and contours with a desperate urgency. The feeling of even a hint of Lawrence’s bare skin against his own, the heat radiating between them, only fueled his need. He arched his back, pressing their bodies closer together, his breath coming in ragged gasps, two still clothed men who couldn’t move from their post; incapable of the simple thought of undressing and claiming the other.
Lawrence's responses spurred him on, each gasp and moan driving Adam to new heights of arousal. Their movements synchronized in a rhythm of mutual desperation, each seeking to push the other closer to the brink. Adam’s fingers curled inside Lawrence, his other hand gripping his hip with a possessive intensity. He could feel the tension building, the electric anticipation of their impending climax.
"Lawrence," he breathed, his voice raw with desire. "I need you."
The words hung in the air between them, a promise and a plea, need and want, love and lust. Lawrence's eyes met his, blue oceanic irises dark with passion, and Adam felt a surge of heat flood his body as he felt Lawrence tighten around his hand. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the connection they shared, the intoxicating dance of pleasure and need that bound them together from the very start.
Adam clung to Lawrence harder, feeling him deeper, wetter, tighter, and more desperate. He gasped into his mouth, "I love you so much," he moaned, watching Lawrence lift himself up and down. Lawrence fought the urge to cum all over the younger man’s lap, releasing himself, letting go of the control he had clung to.
The doctor responded with harsher gasps, exhaling deeply as he found his peak. "I need you too. I love you, Adam," he breathed, his voice trembling with emotion.
Lawrence finally found his release, riding Adam’s hand with desperate intensity. The surge of pleasure rode up his spine like a wave of molten heat, and he shook uncontrollably above Adam. The sight of Lawrence in the throes of ecstasy drove Adam over the edge again, his third orgasm just from witnessing the older man's pleasure. "Fuck," he gasped, desperately. "You’re so goddamn beautiful."
Lawrence collapsed against him, their bodies slick with sweat that stained their clothes, hearts pounding in unison. Adam wrapped his arms around him, holding him close as they both caught their breath. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex and want.
"You're everything to me," Adam whispered, kissing the blonde’s forehead tenderly. Lawrence looked up, his eyes soft, filled with the feeling of the other man.
In the afterglow, they fell asleep, side by side, their bodies still entwined. The room, filled with the lingering warmth of their passion, grew quiet as their breaths steadied.
Rain pattered on the roof, the white windows of the bedroom letting in light from the moon and haze outside.
Under his breath, Lawrence sleepily whispered before fading off to sleep;
“And you to me.”