Glass sky (LT fanfic bxb)

I obey you

Larry woke up first, primarily from the unpleasant sensation of dried semen. Even after the hot shower of Laurent's touch, Larry could still feel it on his skin. Laurent looked like a sleeping predator. And in fact, now there was absolutely nothing stopping you from searching Laurent's apartment to find keys and cash. And then Larry could have escaped. But he tossed the wet towel into the laundry basket and knelt on the bed with one knee on the bed and ran his forefinger along Laurent's spine from neck to loin. Laurent stirred sleepily, rolling onto his side, he made a sound, but still did not open his eyes.

- Beast, I'll go make breakfast, and you try to get to the shower. You are so disgusting - And Larry grabbing his pajama pants, which he threw off yesterday by the bed itself, hurried to hide behind the bedroom door, until they threw something at him.

Cooking has always worked like meditation for Larry. The mind was cleared and it turned out to better understand their feelings. Larry had heard of the Beast before. And about Laurent Bourgeois. But he never thought they were the same person. And this is not a split personality. Indivisible personality. The beast was ruthless, he didn't care who was in front of him. And his hands were covered in blood. Laurent was not just a bad guy. He was a terrible person. No pity. No morality. And he had principles. Only a few people knew about them.

And it turns out he is like a pet for Laurent. That you can wear and fuck. Who will obey and watch over the house and personal affairs, but at the same time not have the right to vote?

Larry's thoughts were interrupted when Laurent put his arms around his waist, burying his nose in his shoulder blade.

- Breakfast is ready?

- Yes. Go sit down, I'll cover everything now.

Breakfast passed in the same silence as dinner, only the sensations were different. Laurent stuffed his mouth with food as if he hadn't eaten in years. At the time, Larry barely touched over closely, considering the man sitting across from him.

Laurent caught his eye and pushed the empty plate aside and sipped his coffee.

- You will follow me everywhere. When I fly somewhere you fly with me. Where I am, there you are. I put the card and pin - code on the bedside table in the corridor. It is unlimited. You have to do the work of a housekeeper. I had one who came, but I hate strangers in the house. If you need to buy something. Consider that last night you made money to renew your wardrobe. You cannot be in any relationship other than with me. You are my slave, my whore, my acquisition. Call it what you want, the main thing is to remember this, and do not forget that killing someone is a routine for me. No more. If you can drive and have a license, there is a set of keys to cars in the underground garage in the top drawer of the dresser by the front door. Choose any. A. And the keys to the apartment are next to the credit card. - Larry looked at Laurent with big, unblinking eyes, not really understanding the difference between a guy and a bought whore. Laurent gave him so much freedom and money. Laurent only hid a smile over a sip of coffee from a cup, and Larry did not see the mischief in his gaze, being still in shock.

Laurent left an hour after breakfast. He could not resist kissing Larry, whispering on his lips that he would be home closer to 8 pm.

Larry spent the whole day in prostration, not quite understanding what was going on. He went to the largest shopping mall in the city. From all variety of cars, he chose Maserati bright red. Larry went from store to store buying everything he needed from clothes. He also went to a sex shop and made several purchases, blushing desperately. Last on the list was a supermarket. And there Larry got so many groceries that he had to go down to the car three times to take everything away.

While sorting things and groceries, Larry did not notice how the hour hand approached six in the evening. He only has a couple of hours left to cook and a surprise for Laurent.

... Laurent returned home in a bad mood. Someone in his Lair was a traitor. Someone was digging under it with an unknown purpose, and that it was the cops, the probability is almost 0%. His friends from the department swore that the servants of the law had no complaints against him personally.

He climbed on the elevator wearily back against his wall. Wondering how Larry spent his day? Today, SMS was poured all day about the withdrawal of money from his card. But the total amount of spending was so small that in the midst of the torture of one of the guys who was associated with an unknown traitor, Laurent laughed loudly, leading the people around him to think that he was completely lost.

Laurent opened the door to the apartment and went into the hall, locking it several locks, before he noticed Larry, completely naked, kneeling with his hands in handcuffs behind his back.

All thoughts from Laurent's head just went out the window, and the member in a second hardened and began to throb. His boxers quickly got wet with pre-cum. Laurent, bewitched, walked up to Larry and grabbed him by the hair, and dragged him to the nearest wall. Satisfied with his place, he leaned his back against the wall and pulled off his pants along with his boxers, throwing them off to the side. A shirt and jacket flew there.

- Open your mouth - Laurent's quiet voice made Larry tremble, and the roughness of the touch throbbed painfully in his cock - Well done - Larry whined with praise - Lick him. Yes. That's right - the velvet in Laurent's voice vibrated in Larry more and more while he diligently licked Laurent's cock from the balls to the head, circling it with his tongue and gently sucking more and more leaving saliva on his master's cock. "Now take it into your slutty mouth. Show me how talented you are. Prove that you are worth ten million dollars. - And Larry enthusiastically completely swallowed Laurent's cock in one motion, forcing him to hiss and convulsively grab Larry by the hair. Laurent held Larry's head in this position for a few seconds before pulling on his hair to slide Larry's lips over his cock - So wet. So hot. Take him. - And Larry again plunged this member into his mouth and rhythmically shook his head. The saliva from Larry's mouth ran down Laurent's balls and down his chin, mingling with the pre-sperm. Laurent was physically hurt by the excitement of Larry's depraved and dirty look. With one tug by the hair, Laurent lifted Larry from his knees, throwing him against the wall. Spitting at Larry's entrance, he smeared saliva over a small hole with his thumb

- Pray, whore, that you wet my dick well because now your only lubricant is saliva, Laurent hissed right into Larry's ear and slapped Larry's ass, wagging in agonizing anticipation, hard. He rested the tip of his penis into Larry's anus, slowly penetrating into it. They both groaned at the sensation of penetration. Laurent hissed and swore because Larry was somewhat ready for his cock, but still tight and hot. Laurent pushed the last centimeters sharply into Larry and began to swing his hips, knocking out the remnants of his mind from Larry. Larry waved readily, taking each slap as a reward for his actions. He came right on the wall without being touched by the sensation of Laurent discharging into him.

Laurent was still in Larry, he slowly lowered his sweaty forehead onto Larry's equally sweaty back.

This time they both took a shower, wiping each other with a sponge full of fragrant foam.

Laurent was no longer in a bad mood, he was full of delicious food and amazing sex.