DIFFERENT

27 -- Dalliance

DALLIANCE  --  a period of brief or casual involvement, a casual romantic or sexual relationship.

Dearest Readers !!  

Oh my, what a day for our two Princes !! But a better, happier life is on the horizon, right ?  Right ?  There can't be more hills to climb, surely ?  Let us join our two handsome men as they enjoy some down time ...... 

Larry and Laurent crashed when they got home.  It wasn't late, early evening, but they were both exhausted from the day's emotional overload.  They ordered in, and watched a movie, or at least, tried to.  Larry was asleep as soon as he'd finished eating.  With Larry cuddled up on his lap, Laurent watched to the end of the movie, waking his love gently, only to tell him to wake up, it's time to go to sleep.  They shuffled around the apartment, yawning as they shuffled, enacting their nighttime routine in silence.  Much as their day had started, not having much need to say anything to one another.  They fell into bed, Laurent spooning Larry and his bump as usual.  The weight of the world lifted from their shoulders. They would all sleep like babies tonight.

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Vaguely aware of being half awake, Laurent felt the weight and the coziness of the comforter wrapped around him, letting the feeling envelope him as he smiled lazily to himself.  He was having a lovely dream, as he and Larry enjoyed an amazing make out session.  He inhaled Larry's scent, felt his embrace, the warmth of Larry's skin, the softest, pillowey lips on his own, the wetness and warmth of Larry's mouth on his ...... hold up.

Laurent's eyes shot open at the realisation he wasn't dreaming, just as the tightening coil in his abdomen puled his body forward slightly, it's natural reaction to the pleasure it was receiving.  Laurent could see Larry's feet stuck out from the end of the bed, as he pulled the top of the duvet off of himself to reveal a fuzz ball of brown fluff bobbing up and down gently, to and fro, the mere sight eliciting another moan from his lips.  Laurent lay his head back on the pillow, reaching his hands down to embed them in Larry's fro.

"Baby ..... you didn't ...... Oh, my God ! ...... need to wake me up ..... like this ..... SHIT!"  His hips had a mind of their own as they thrust upwards towards Larry's talented mouth.  He could feel Larry's hands roaming his torso and chest then, digging his fingers into his flesh, and as the familiar sensation in his loins got stronger, his thrusts became more forceful and erratic.  He tugged harshly on Larry's hair as he came into Larry's mouth, his dick pulsing to it's own beat, his body trembling as Larry loosened his grip on his thighs and ass cheeks.  

Larry had decided, since about the time he found out he was pregnant, apart from being horny as fuck most of the time, he loved morning sex.  Absolutely loved it.  Giving or receiving, he really didn't care.  He needed to feel Laurent, to caress and kiss his skin and mouth, to join their bodies.  He loved feeling Laurent's weight on top of him, though that was getting more awkward these days, touching sleepily, languidly, not quite fully awake.  Sometimes dozing back off to sleep afterwards, usually as Laurent showered and made their breakfast.  

This morning was no different.  As Larry pulled on his sweatpants, now too tight under his bump, and a T shirt, now too tight over his bump, he padded to the kitchen where Laurent, clad similarly in navy blue, was in full culinary flow.  He loved Laurent in blue, it was "his" colour, he decided.  Larry hugged Laurent from behind, his arms encircling his slim waist, peppering small sweet kisses along his neck shoulders, their usual morning greeting to one another.  Today felt different though.  Today he felt light and free, a smile constantly gracing his features, the weight of the world having been lifted from his shoulders.  Their shoulders.  Maybe that was why he was so keen to indulge in his love this morning.