LarryxLaurent Requests (Boyxboy)

You're meant for Me II

I'm sick and can't go to work today or do anyone else u know what that means.

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"Get on with it"

There's Laurent's smart mouth again. Trying to jerk him around. Of course he would love to dick him down right this second, his own member is well and ready. Straining in his tight jeans, his boxers wet with precum and only getting more messed at the thought of being inside Laurent. But Larry is a spiteful creature. His eyes are lidded as he watches his digits slide all the way out of his twin's hole, his tight muscles shrinking around the finger tip.

"You know what Laurent, I don't think you deserve for me to fuck you"

His other hand comes up and plants a slap on the others ass, it sends a tremor through both of them. Blood rushes to the surface of Laurent's warm skin leaving a perfect imprint of his brother's hand.

"No I think you deserve to squirm, you know since you seem to think its funny to do that to me"

He pushes his fingers in again and curls them deliberately into Laurent's prostate. He watches intensely as the others thighs jerk, sweat begining to bead on his dark skin. His afro is hanging forward between his shoulders, his hands up against the wall are tense. He's got to be already be worn out from the workshop. He won't be having an easy time staying up and Larry, ever observant, is going to take full advantage. His fingers continue to work onto that same spot. Stroking it firmly with the pads of his fingers and revelling in the escelating responses. The soft moans are growing to breathless whines. That slim body is pushing back on his fingers eagerly, trying to follow the pleasure being driven into every inch of him. But its not nearly as good as he knows it would feel to have Larry nailing him against the thin wall. It both frustrates and excites him to be denied that. His arousal hangs heavily between his legs and he can feel it leaking from the indirect stimulation.

"Quiet..." Larry warns in a growl but doesn't hesitate to push deep into his twin. The noise Laurent emits is anything but silent, hes loosing his patience. He gets to his feet, keeping his fingers buried inside as he presses himself to the others back.

"I'm trying Larry in trying.." He sounds pitiful, intimidated. He can't anticipate what Larry is going to do when he's this way. He's rash and emotional, it makes him hard to predict. That in itself was enough to make him try harder. And so he bites into his lower lip, his eyes close allowing him to feel the fabric of Larry's clothes against his skin.

Those fingers don't let up and having his brother at his back, breathing against his neck. Staying quiet is proving to be a challenge. The sensation, sweet at first, is turning painful. The knot in his stomach is being pulled taught. His hole contracts, when he's scissored and he gasps loudly trying to adjust. Larry is rarely so mercilous in this sense, its got him buckling at the knees. His hand whipping around to hold onto his brother's hip. His fingers tangling in what ever they can, including his belt loops and the hem of his sweater. He wants Larry badly and he can't help arching against him, mewling when his body is rolled over with another wave of teasing pleasure. He stiffles a whimper. His knee is going to give out any moment.

"Ahh-god Larry"

"Hush" he punctuates himself by hooking his fingers into Laurent again, hard. It makes him weep the sound hitting the wall infront of him. He slides against the wall. He's glistening with sweat. He won't last long on his feet.

Larry's hand catches the sound and traps it in his mouth, muffling him rather effectively. He moans into his brothers hand, his own still clutching to the belt loops which is less then satisfying to grip. His brother doesn't let up and thrusts his fingers into him quicker. Its not enough and its not what he wants. It's just enough pleasure to get him worked up. The precise massaging of that spot is making his body ache and his cock jump helplessly between his legs that are shaking visibly by now.