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18 -- Too Much ?

So, my lovelies, 

Prince Larry needs his prince desperately, after such a long wait.  But will his plans come to fruition, or will it all be just too much ......

The cab they had just called couldn't get here quick enough, as far as Larry was concerned.  As he and Laurent stood quietly in each other's arms close to the door, it was all Larry could do not to grind on him, right here in the middle of the classy marble lobby, such an unclassy act throbbing to be unleashed from his groin.  He placed chaste, unobserved, he hoped for the most part, kisses on Laurent's neck as he snuggled his face close to him.  He suddenly released himself from Laurent's hold, letting an exasperated growl fly into the air.  The few people that were in the vicinity looked at him in annoyance, as if he were disturbing their thoughts, and maybe, their day, ultimately even their lives.  He grimaced an apology through gritted teeth, wanting to growl his annoyance at their annoyance.  These people just have no possible comprehension, do they, he inwardly whined to himself, how badly, how desperately he wanted to fuck that man over there in the corner, as he stood gazing at Laurent's tall, lean, muscular frame, the beautifully sculpted facial features overseen and arranged by God himself, the taut, flexing muscles underneath the dark caramel warm flesh .......

"Where the FUCK is the car ?!" Larry roared at no one in particular, as everyone in particular glared back at him.  Laurent chuckled at his love, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Why are you getting so worked up, mon cheri ?"  he laughed, knowing full well why Larry was having trouble controlling himself.   As Larry pushed his body into Laurent's warmth again, groaning his desperation to himself, Laurent's electrically charged fingertips slowly roamed up and down his arms with the pretense of calming him, knowing it was getting him worked up even more.  

"You know I can't wait until we get home, right ?  You know you're in trouble ?"  Larry whispered into Laurent's ear, tracing his tongue around the rim of it for good measure, eliciting a sharp but deep inhalation from Laurent, as he straightened his spine.

"Ohhhh, you wanna start this, right here, right now ?"  asked Laurent.  Larry pulled back from him slightly to look in his eyes, a smirk flashing across his face when he got the exact reaction he was after.

"Yeah, I do.  Whatcha gonna do about it, huh ?"  He was challenging Laurent now, both their eyes filled with not even barely disguised lust.

"Where the FUCK is the car ?!"  Laurent whisper-yelled, again at no one in particular, echoing Larry's earlier sentiments, just as the cab pulled up outside the door.  

They both practically ran to it, Laurent obligingly opening the door for Larry to climb in, slapping his plump ass as he did so, making him laugh.  As Laurent got comfortable on the wide seat in the back, the large space between them seemed to be an issue for Larry.  He climbed over and straddled Laurent's lap, wiggling that delicious ass to make himself comfortable, knowing exactly what that would do to Laurent.  Larry pulled Laurent's face up to meet his own, pressing down hard on his lips, asking them to move with his own, but to his own surprise, instead of getting carried away in the moment, he felt himself slowing it down.  It was still just as intense, just as arousing, but he wanted to feel Laurent, taste him, experience him.  Larry opened his eyes to see Laurent's eyes still closed, looking so blissed out, so content in his embrace, feeling his love, their love.  

Things changed in an instant.  Larry was still kneeling above Laurent, still in charge, it seemed.  It had been a long time since he had done this, just with his actions, insistent on being dominant.  Not that Laurent had ever stopped him if he instigated it.  But he very rarely did, happy to let Laurent know what he wanted, and how he wanted it.  And Laurent, being ever the gentleman and oh, so considerate lover that he was, was more than happy to acquiesce to his loves wants, needs and desires, as they were very often the same as his own.  Larry attacked Laurent then, deepening their kisses until they became unruly and urgent, roaming his hands feverishly over Laurent's chest and abs, in his hair, feeling bolts of electricity surge through his body as his fingers pressed into Laurent's warm flesh.  Breathing erratically and deeply through his nose, as he would not, could not, for one second, be parted from the lips beneath his.