THE FOOD OF LOVE

6 -- DULCE DE LECHE

Warning  --  bxb

Larry and Laurent spent the rest of the night until the sun rose, getting to know each other in every single possible way, and it was glorious.  To have the time, and this place, this space and atmosphere to be able to do just that was rare, as they were both usually so busy with their work, they didn't waste a moment.  Yet, they took their time with one another.  It felt like the world had fallen away, and that all there was, was here and now, just the two of them.

Larry had found Laurent some sweats, and they had adjourned to the kitchen for some sustenance.  The apartment smelled amazing, not that they had noticed that much, what with being preoccupied, 'n' all, as a Boeuf Bourguignon sat cooling in a slow cooker on the counter.  A small glass of red accompanied dinner, eaten, at Larry's insistence, in a more unconventional way.  This was the part of the evening he told Laurent he was going to love.  And he was going to love it too.  Being a lover of both food, and now sex with this man, he realised, and seeing Laurent's chiseled features, plump lips and chocolate eyes sat across the marble counter top from him, the devil in him had come out to play.  But he felt that Laurent was encouraging him too, as if he would be open to anything that Larry suggested.  And that made him all the more devilish.

So, with the casserole having cooled slightly, now sat between them, Larry dipped his fingers into the red wine gravy, pulling out a sliver of the most tender, divine tasting beef, and slowly fed it to Laurent, making sure some of the juices missed his mouth, so that he would have to capture the wayward drops with his own lips, as they landed on his chin.  As Laurent opened his mouth, and wrapped his lips around the meat and Larry's fingers, he closed his eyes, groaning at the taste that assaulted his taste buds, while Larry groaned at the feeling of Laurent's warm mouth sucking on his fingers as he pried the meat away.  The feeling as the bolt of lightning traveled to his groin didn't get missed, either.  And this was the first mouthful.  He was indeed, truly fucked, and he only hoped that Laurent felt the same too.  Laurent did the same, feeding Larry a piece of meat, leaving his fingers in his mouth just a second too long, as Larry teasingly gripped his fingers between his teeth, swallowing the gravy as he grinned into Laurent's eyes.  Two mouthfuls of food, and Laurent already wanted Larry to take him to bed and fuck him mercilessly.  

They repeated this scenario over, and over again, with whatever piece of meat or tender vegetable their fingers searched for and found in the large porcelain bowl.  They held the flesh between their teeth, inviting the other to pull it from their lips, kissing and slurping and licking as they went, as the wine infused juices shimmied their way down their hands and arms.  Those arms held aloft by the other, only to be licked clean, as slowly as possible, accompanied by more wanton, dirty moans and groans.  

They fidgeted on their stools, their erections becoming uncomfortable now, pulling each other closer as they ate, although "eating" might have been too tame a word for what they were actually doing.  They were relishing, consuming, devouring not just the beef's tender flesh, but each other's tender flesh as well.  Things had got really heated now, and they were both, not surprisingly, hard again.  Laurent roughly pulled Larry towards him over the counter for a searing kiss, silently begging to return to the quilt and pillows in front of the fire for round two.  Larry obliged the unspoken request, grabbing a small glass jar filled with an opaque amber liquid, and a spoon.  

Larry, still being in charge, requested they sit, facing one another in the fire's glow, telling Laurent to close his eyes.  If he couldn't keep his eyes closed, he would have to use a blindfold.  Both their dicks jumped at the thought.  Maybe he would use one anyway.  His baby was possibly as kinky as he was, and the thought thrilled him.  Another time, though.  He uncapped the jar, dipping the small spoon into it's sticky, gooey contents, carefully carrying the spoon to Laurent's lips.  Larry tapped the spoon against Laurent's plush bottom lip, leaving a large drop of the luscious sweetness there.  Still with his eyes closed, Larry felt his chest tighten and his breath catch as Laurent's pink tongue darted out between his lips to taste the intruding sweetness, pulling it into his mouth, licking his lips in appreciation.  Larry's dick hardened in his pants even more at the sight, and the appreciative, and at this point, sexual noises that Laurent made.