[ all at once this spins out of control. laurent is kissing another man, a man he's sworn to himself to despise, and despite the awkward, tender navigation of it, he can't seem to make himself stop. not yet. his hunger sits in him like a beast that demands its portion of flesh, barely leashed. the look in sasuke's mismatched gaze is unbearably revealing, unbearably intimate, so laurent sweeps his lashes shut to block everything out.
and it makes it worse. the friction between his legs comes out of nowhere, the slow rutting like he is once more a child. men would fuck. and yet the sensations that fill him are like nothing he has ever felt before, nothing a cock splitting him open has ever given him. his most valiant efforts can't hold back the quietest moan that falls from his lips straight into sasuke's mouth. ]
I — [ he feels blown away by desire, his eyes huge and dark when he opens them again. something claws desperately in him, a relentless urge to somehow take control of this situation that's spiraled completely out of his hands. he moves his head, so that sasuke's lips touch the crescent of his cheek, suffused with bright color. ]
Promised you what? A lesson? [ he could teach sasuke a lesson by striking him with the nearest blunt object. he aches with need. there is no possible way to ignore it, unless he sends sasuke from the room and puts his hands upon himself. a wretched thought. he can't press any closer than the way sasuke holds him, strong armed, and this, too, is not familiar. laurent is not one to allow himself such a grace. a hard breath, and then — ] Fine. A lesson. Pleasure me with your mouth.
[ laurent will not return the favor. he can't. but he turns his gaze with aching sincerity despite the haughty command in his voice. he does not take lovers, does not engage in the casual debauchery of the palace. a request such as this is far beyond anything he's ever asked before.
as if to mark his determination, he brings his palm to cradle sasuke's jaw. ] If you're bad, which you will be, I'll tell you how to be better. A promise.
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and it makes it worse. the friction between his legs comes out of nowhere, the slow rutting like he is once more a child. men would fuck. and yet the sensations that fill him are like nothing he has ever felt before, nothing a cock splitting him open has ever given him. his most valiant efforts can't hold back the quietest moan that falls from his lips straight into sasuke's mouth. ]
I — [ he feels blown away by desire, his eyes huge and dark when he opens them again. something claws desperately in him, a relentless urge to somehow take control of this situation that's spiraled completely out of his hands. he moves his head, so that sasuke's lips touch the crescent of his cheek, suffused with bright color. ]
Promised you what? A lesson? [ he could teach sasuke a lesson by striking him with the nearest blunt object. he aches with need. there is no possible way to ignore it, unless he sends sasuke from the room and puts his hands upon himself. a wretched thought. he can't press any closer than the way sasuke holds him, strong armed, and this, too, is not familiar. laurent is not one to allow himself such a grace. a hard breath, and then — ] Fine. A lesson. Pleasure me with your mouth.
[ laurent will not return the favor. he can't. but he turns his gaze with aching sincerity despite the haughty command in his voice. he does not take lovers, does not engage in the casual debauchery of the palace. a request such as this is far beyond anything he's ever asked before.
as if to mark his determination, he brings his palm to cradle sasuke's jaw. ] If you're bad, which you will be, I'll tell you how to be better. A promise.