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Date nights with Lawrence were one of Adam’s new favourite things. Lawrence had spent half the afternoon working on a pork and apple roast for them to share once Adam finished his latest photography gig, pouring out a smooth white wine as an accompaniment. As much as Adam enjoyed going to restaurants with Larry, he kind of enjoyed the chance to stay in and enjoy each other’s company within the comfort of their own home. It felt more intimate somehow… and the close proximity to their bedroom had come in handy on more than one occasion.
Finishing his glass of wine, Adam made a show of stretching himself across the sofa to lounge in Lawrence’s lap, smiling up at him with a contented look. It wasn’t often that they could make time for date nights like this - between Lawrence having to work late shifts and Adam’s temperamental sleep schedule, they sometimes struggled to find a full evening to themselves without any obligations or responsibilities.
But tonight? Tonight was perfect.
“Well, Dr Gordon. You’ve wined me and dined me, and you even bought that little chocolate sponge dessert thing I like. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were angling for something specific,” Adam teased, toying with one of the buttons on Lawrence’s shirt. He loved the way Lawrence’s tummy moved beneath the touch, jumping a little with a laugh. “Trying to butter me up, baby?”
“Can’t a man spoil his handsome young boyfriend?” Lawrence asked, feigning innocence. “I don’t have any ulterior motives. You could tell me that you’re tired and want to retire to bed, and I’d happily follow along at your heel. I just like to see you smile like that.”
Adam eyed him for a moment, trying to figure out whether he was really being sincere. It was possible… hell, it was probable. But Lawrence was smart enough to take the bait when Adam laid it out before him. Sitting up a little, Adam snuggled in against his side, pressing languid kisses along his jaw. He loved these moments - the quiet intimacy between them, the safety of being at home with his lover and knowing that nothing could happen. He felt loved. And hell if that didn’t feel good.
“What if I told you that I’d do anything?” Adam asked, his lips curling in a mischievous smirk.
He knew that Lawrence was more confident when he’d softened his edges with some wine - more likely to share his fantasies with Adam. Last time Adam had offered him anything, Lawrence had conceded that he’d wanted to try pegging, and that had been all kinds of fun once Adam had worked him up to it. However, when Lawrence finally spoke up, Adam found himself surprised by the doctor’s latest fantasy.
“If you’re insisting… I have been curious about one thing,” he started, hesitating for a moment as he tried to find a polite way to place his cards on the table. Thankfully, whatever Lawrence lacked in terms of his dirty talk, he certainly made up for with action. But getting the words out of him in the first place often took time. “I’d… like to eat you out… while you’re kneeling over me.”
Adam’s brain stuttered for a moment, making sure that he’d really heard his partner correctly. Heat and static energy erupted in Adam’s core, the electric aftershock of it buzzing through his veins. Adam would be the first to admit that Lawrence was good with his mouth; artful but hungry, all decorum thrown aside in the pursuit of pleasuring Adam. But this extra little detail made Adam’s legs suddenly feel weak.
“You… You actually want me to sit on your face?” he asked, incredulous. Lawrence hesitated, colour creeping up his cheeks. Sensing that the doctor had misinterpreted Adam’s surprise as rejection, the other man reached out to grip his hand firmly, bringing it up to his wine-softened lips before continuing. “Because that might be the hottest thing you’ve ever suggested.”
Lawrence breathed a relieved laugh, unfurling his fingers to cup Adam’s cheek lovingly. He placed his mostly empty wine glass down on the table, leaning into Adam’s space so that he could fuse their lips in a slow, heated kiss. Adam sighed into the contact, hands fluttering over Lawrence’s chest, down over his ample waist, one questing lower still to toy at his waistband. Lawrence nipped his lip as a warning, savouring the moan that spilled out of Adam’s mouth as a result.
“I want you to sit on my face,” Lawrence repeated, using Adam’s terminology so that there could be no confusion. “And I’d like the honour of giving you an earth-shattering orgasm.”
Adam shivered, his pupils blown wide with lust as he considered the suggestion. Lawrence knew him too well at this point; he knew that Adam loved external stimulation more than internal, that he could spend hours working himself up with gentle touches and slow strokes. This was supposed to be Lawrence’s fantasy, but Adam was starting to suspect that it was yet another way for Larry to spoil him. Either way, he wasn’t about to turn his nose up at the offer. Not when Lawrence was looking at him with that sultry, hooded gaze.
“How the fuck did I managed to trick you into a relationship with me, Dr Gordon?” Adam grinned, mostly joking. Mostly. When he caught Lawrence’s look of warning, he rolled his eyes performatively and leaned in to kiss him. “Fine, not tricked. I am worthy, I am valued, blah blah blah. But… seriously, Lawrence, it still surprises me sometimes… how good you are to me.”
“I’d suggest you get used to it, angel. Since I don’t plan on going anywhere,” Lawrence answered, moving to nuzzle against Adam’s throat.
Pressing open-mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin along his pulse point, Lawrence’s hand navigated lower to palm confidently at Adam’s dick through his jeans. He groaned softly, introducing little nips against his skin as he slipped his hand beneath Adam’s waistband, fingers toying with the quickly dampening fabric between his thighs. Never quite giving Adam enough friction to feel content, but teasing just enough to get him hot under the collar.
Before Adam could catch on to what Lawrence was building up to, the doctor sank his teeth firmly against Adam’s shoulder, drawing a surprised cry from his throat. Pain erupted over his senses, lingering for a moment before pleasure rushed in with the surge of blood that Lawrence was sucking greedily to the surface of his skin. Before Lawrence, Adam had maybe only received a hickey one or twice, and that had been in his earlier years when everything was rough and sloppy and new. But Lawrence seemed obsessed with the idea of leaving his mark on his lover, claiming him. Adam loved wearing Lawrence’s marks on his skin, loved wearing his shirt unbuttoned just enough to show a hint of the bruise against his collar. As Lawrence licked over the reddened area, Adam groaned thickly.
“Fuck… Larry…” Adam breathed, sinking his fingers into his hair. “Are we doing this here on the couch?”
Chuckling deeply, Lawrence kissed a line up Adam’s throat before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Not a chance. I want to see your teeth marks on the headboard by the time we’re done.”
Adam grinning brightly at Lawrence’s surge of confidence. It was incredible to see him come out of his shell like this and he was grateful that he could give his partner the security he needed to play in that space without fear. Sitting up a little, Adam offered Lawrence a wink before untangling himself from his lover, rising to his feet so that he could guide them to the bedroom. Before he could take another step, Lawrence caught hold of his hips, leaning in to nip possessively at his hip. Adam whined, trying not to buck into the touch.
“Keep that up and you’ll drown long before you suffocate,” Adam warned, gripping at Lawrence’s hair tightly to guide him off. Lawrence followed the movement, pale eyes scanning every inch Adam’s figure.
“Is that a promise?”
Blushing deeply, Adam ran his hand along Lawrence’s cheek, one fingertip lingering under his chin in a come-hither gesture. “Come to bed and find out.”
Breaking out of Lawrence’s grip once more, Adam hurried a few steps towards the stairs. Risking a look back at his lover, he made a point of slowing down to wait for him on the bottom step, offering the doctor a supporting hand as he navigated the stairs on his prosthetic. He was usually capable enough when he was fully sober and had been walking around for a while - but fresh from the sofa with a half-mast erection and wine flooding his system? No sense in risking it. Besides, it gave Adam a chance to casually work Lawrence’s buttons open as they made their way upstairs.
Once they’d reached the bedroom, Lawrence was on him like lightning. Hands groping at Adam’s thighs and hips, lips hot and hungry against each other as they fumbled their way closer to the bed. Drawing off a little, Lawrence planted another sharp nip to Adam’s jaw, earning a gasp. Retaliating, Adam squeezed him through his pants, turning them so that he could get Lawrence to sit on the edge of the bed.
“God, I love it when you get all possessive,” Adam groaned, following Lawrence’s body with his own as the doctor pushed himself to the middle of their double bed. Straddling Lawrence’s waist for the moment, Adam made a show off finishing the buttons of Lawrence’s shirt, pushing the fabric aside to brush his fingers over eager nipples, earning a soft moan from the other man’s throat.
Planting a hand on Lawrence’s chest, Adam pushed him down slowly until he was laid out fully on his back. The doctor moved willingly, laying himself prostrate beneath his lover like a devotee at the altar of his desires. He looked beautiful when he was ruffled up and desperate like this - his perfect hair pushed out of place by Adam’s questing hands, his stoic composure transformed into something desperate and feral. Even now, his hands were kneading at Adam’s thighs, trying to pull him closer.
“Down boy. You’ll get what I give you, when I give it to you,” Adam warned, his attempt at authority falling woefully short when Lawrence’s thumb teased along his inner thigh, making him shiver. “You really want me that badly?”
Lawrence blinked up at his lover for a moment, surprised by the question. Propping himself up on his elbows, Lawrence ran a warm palm along Adam’s thigh, gripping gently at his hip. “Please tell me you’re joking. Adam, I’ve never wanted anyone so desperately in my life… you’re perfect. Maybe I need to tell you that more often so you really start to believe it. Look at me… You’re perfect.”
Heat burned in Adam’s cheeks before the feeling sank deeper, settling in the pit of his stomach. Squirming a little under the attention, Adam leaned down to meet Lawrence’s lips in a loving kiss; the taste of sauvignon blanc still lingered on his lips, mixing with the menthol of Adam’s discarded post-meal nicotine gum to create something heady and bold on his palette. The kiss deepened slowly, the doctor’s tongue offering a preview of its worth against Adam’s, desperate to be tested. Adam broke away when the need for air proved too urgent, whining softly. “Alright… get comfy.”
Carefully, Adam climbed off of Lawrence and moved to stand beside the bed; he hesitated for a moment as he worked his jeans down over his hips. No matter how many times they did this, no matter how supportive Lawrence had been during their many moments of intimacy, Adam always felt a little anxious laying himself bare like this. But looking at Lawrence, the way his eyes devoured the sight of Adam’s body with an almost carnivorous hunger, it was impossible to feel anything but bold. Shedding the last of his clothes, Adam offered his lover a playful smirk; his fingertips teased between his legs, drawing back the small hood of skin to show off his thickening dick.
“Like what you see?”
“Come here, handsome,” Lawrence breathed, reaching a hand for him. Adam took it gladly, allowing his lover to pull him close. “God, I love your body. That little dimple in your hip, and the tiny mole on your inner thigh… I could spend the rest of my life memorising every inch of you and I don’t think I’d ever find something I didn’t love.”
“Larry, stop,” Adam laughed, his face burning too hot under the attention.
“Oh? So, you don’t want to hear about how I touch myself while thinking about your perfect mouth?” Lawrence went on, leading Adam back onto the bed, encouraging him to crawl up his body until one toned thigh was situated on each side of his waist. “Or how I sometimes have to find a bathroom and jerk myself off when I think about your tight body against mine?”
“Lawrence!” Adam grinned, half scandalised by the fact that his prim and proper lover was talking so openly about this, and half turned on by it too.
“If you want me to stop, you’ll have to give me something better to do with my mouth. Won’t you?”
There was something altogether too devious about Lawrence’s smile; it promised wonderful things, if Adam was brave enough to trust him. Taking the bait, Adam reached a hand out to cup Lawrence’s cheek, leaning in to kiss him deeply. His fingers crept upwards, sinking into pretty blonde locks; gripping tighter, he drank down the moan that slipped from Lawrence’s lips as Adam pulled him down to lie flat once more.
“Promise me that you’ll tap my leg three times if you need me to move off,” Adam instructed, wanting to eliminate any risk of hurting his wonderful partner.
“Yes, yes. Just…please. Get over here already and let me taste you,” Lawrence begged, and Adam felt a wave of need flood his system so strongly that he had to bite back a moan. He loved it when Lawrence got like this - So needy. So impatient.
“Easy, big boy. I’m coming,” Adam smirked, finally adjusting the position of his thighs to straddle the doctor’s face.
Adam gasped as Lawrence immediately wrapped his arms firmly around his hips, drawing him in so close that Adam was worried he’d smother himself between his thighs. But if the debauched groan was anything to go by, Lawrence would have happily suffocated if it meant he could get what he wanted. Whining, Adam returned a hand to Lawrence’s hair, grounding himself with the touch as his lover ran his tongue over the sensitive tip of his dick. His free hand sought out the stability of the headboard, his body tight with self-conscious anticipation until Lawrence’s tongue delved lower; Adam moaned shakily as his lover ate him out in earnest, toes curling against the onslaught of Larry’s tongue against his wet hole. Quivering, Adam tried to brace himself, thighs burning as he fought the urge to grind down onto his lover’s waiting tongue. It was all too much and not enough, and it felt as though he’d pass out if Larry stopped for even a moment.
“Fuck… Lawrence…”
“Stop fucking hovering and come here,” Lawrence’s voice was muffled and indistinct through the meat of Adam’s thighs, but the sharp tug downwards was enough to punctuate the point.
“I don’t… I don’t wanna hurt you,” Adam protested, his voice breathy with needy.
Lawrence growled and Adam’s legs weakened at the sound of it. Pearly teeth sank into the flesh of Adam’s inner thigh, pulling a visceral cry from the man’s throat. His whole body tensed with the sudden flash of pain, relaxing lower into the knelt stance as it receded. Lawrence’s grip tightened, locking him in place so that he couldn’t have second thoughts and start hovering again.
“Ah fuck, Larry!” Adam moaned loudly, hips rolling into the sensation.
“That’s it, baby boy,” Lawrence encouraged, pausing to lick broadly over the ring of teeth marks.
Leaning back a little, Adam was rewarded with the sight of Lawrence in a state of debauched ecstasy; pale eyes glassy with lust, his chin wet with spit and slick, breath coming in desperate little panting motions that Adam could feel against his skin.
He was shameless.
He was beautiful.
“I wanna suck you off so bad,” Adam whined, yelping when he felt teeth sinking into his inner thigh again, higher this time. “Ah! Larry, please!”
“Not a chance. I’m not ready to let you move away from me just yet,” Lawrence countered, sealing his lips over Adam’s dick, sucking hard enough to make the man see stars.
Adam’s resolve gave out. He sank his weight down against Lawrence’s face, trying not to cum at the sound of his lover moaning into the wetness of his body. A stream of moans and heady whines poured from Adam’s throat like a siren song, spurring Lawrence on as he welcomed the added weight against his eager lips. His tongue drove hungrily into Adam’s body, never enough to feel full, but enough to cause Adam’s hips to rock down subtly into the intrusion. Wanting more. Needing more. He was trembling now, hips bucking in little motions within the confines of Lawrence’s grip.
“Larry… Ah, ah fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum,” Adam groaned, wanting to touch himself but finding himself unable to loosen his grip on Lawrence’s hair, keeping him pressed close against his body, using his mouth as he chased his orgasm.
Adam’s legs trembled with the power of his climax, his head tipped back to let loose a sound that was almost a sob of relief as he rocked down into the touch. His body pulsed with the aftershock, inner walls clenching over nothing and making Adam whimper with desperation. Desperation, and overstimulation as Lawrence continued to drag his tongue over the swollen length of Adam’s dick. When it proved too much, Adam braced his own weight on his knees once more, fingers seeking out Lawrence’s cheek to gently guide him off.
“Baby, please… too much…” he panted, breathing a quivering sigh of relief when Lawrence finally broke away.
Shifting his weight, Adam moved to sit beside Lawrence, drinking in the sight of him. He was a mess. Blonde locks flicked out at wild angles, his lips plump and pink, and his still clothed erection straining against the pre-cum stained fabric of his briefs. Humming his satisfaction, Adam traced a fingertip over Lawrence’s chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heartbeat beneath his touch. He loved the feel of his pulse against his hand - a constant reminder that they were here, and they were alive. And Lawrence loved him so much that sometimes Adam didn’t know how to process all of it. But right now, he knew that there was one way he could show his appreciation.
“Was that everything you were hoping for, baby?” Adam teased, moving down the bed a little so that he could ghost his palm over the bulge in Lawrence’s pants.
“Everything and more,” Lawrence groaned, his voice breathy with need.
“Good… Because now it’s my turn.”