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The Treasure Eatery was busier than you’d expected. You pulled your sorry carcass up to the bar, slumping exhaustedly. You halfheartedly asked for something strong, the gruff cook eyeing you pitifully. She placed it on the counter cautiously. You knocked it back, placing the correct amount on the table and slumping again as she took the glass.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
You lifted your head, propping it up on a lazy arm. “You sure could, darling.”
The man, perhaps middle-aged or so flushed surprisedly. He had dark, meticulously slicked-back hair with a few gray flyaways. He donned a smart black suit, a pale blue tie and a briefcase- you always appreciated a man who could dress well. He looked as if he was quite well off, too, which certainly didn’t hurt.
“Well, wasn’t expecting you to be so enthusiastic. You look as if you could use it, though.”
You nodded fervently. “You’ve no idea.”
He laughed darkly. “Oh, you bet I do. After a long day’s work anything’ll drive you to drink. You eaten here before?”
You shook your head. “Nope. First time in Medali. Decided to take a camping trip. Hiked up in the hills for a few days, then got attacked by a pack of wild Maschiff. My Pokémon scattered, my tent got shredded, and I spent four hours trying to locate ‘em on my Rotom phone. I was just glad this town was here.”
He huffed in nihilistic amusement. “Yeah, sounds like one of those days to me. I’ll buy you the special, on me.”
You sat up a little straighter. “A man who knows the way to my heart! Thank you. As a wise woman once said, ‘I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.’”
He raised an eyebrow, lip twitching into a semblance of a smile. “A Streetcar Named Desire.”
You grinned. “It just gets better and better, doesn’t it?”
He nodded. “I get the feeling we’ll get along great. Chef, two orders of grilled rice balls, medium serving, extra crispy, Fire-Blast Style with Lemon, please.”
She nodded. “All right! Coming right up.”
“So, lovely mystery man, I never caught your name. Care to share?”
He extended a hand to shake. “Name’s Larry.”
You shook it. “Y/N. Enchanté.”
“Oh, French. Where’d you study?” he asked, leaning on the bar and facing you.
“Well, all over. Started off in Galar for a good few years before a brief stint in Sinnoh and Kanto and then finishing right here in Paldea at the Uva Academy.”
He nodded appreciatively. “Hm, you’ve certainly been around. What’s all that world experience like?”
You shrugged. “Interesting. I study Pokémon- I used to work alongside Professor Turo before he… relocated… to the Great Crater sector of study. I find Paldea’s Pokémon fascinating, particularly the ecosystemic variety. Enough about me, though, Larry- what about you?”
He smiled. “I do things here and there for the Pokémon League.”
The chef came over, depositing the two plates on the counter with a flourish. “Oh, don’t be ridiculous, Larry. He’s our very own Gym Leader.”
You looked at him, astonished, a shit-eating grin stretching across your face. “This guy! Larry, don’t tell me you were playing humble to impress me.”
He sighed, putting his head in his hands, a slight flush creeping up on him again. You chuckled, winking at the cook. She snorted, waving you away humorously.
“Gee, Larry, it was just a joke. I get it. Makes sense. I bet the attention gets annoying after a while.” You took a bite of the meal, melting as the warm, rich food engulfed your senses. You groaned. “Arceus, this is just what I needed. This is delicious!”
Larry, having composed himself, seemed grateful for the change of topic. “Mhm. This place is pretty well known. The locals swear by it. I do, anyway.” He took a bite, sighing with satisfaction.
“My god, this almost gives me a will to live!” you exclaimed, taking another huge bite.
Larry chuckled. “Oh, that’s relatable. God, work at the office was nightmarish today. I definitely needed this.”
“Tell me about it. Get some stuff off your chest, it’s good for ya.” you said, urging him to continue.
Larry began to talk. You listened as best you could, but half the time you were distracted by how damn attractive he was. You couldn’t explain it, and even if you tried, it didn’t seem like it made sense, but you just wanted him to have his wicked way with you. Your thoughts kept sliding away to places you daren’t ever voice aloud.
“…And then Sharon spent all of her quarterly budget printing out the memes her grandson sent her to show the other people in her department. I mean. Really.” He said, exasperated.
You mentally snapped back to attention. “God, that all sounds like a lot.”
Larry nodded vigorously. “You’ve no idea.”
You took the last bite of the delicious meal, exhaling satisfiedly. Larry had finished his food a while ago, and the restaurant looked nearly empty. “Oh, no.” Larry sighed. “It’s getting late.”
You looked up at him with your best bambi eyes, sipping your drink delicately. “Oh, come on Larry. It’s Friday evening. At least stay a while longer.” You batted your eyelashes (against your better judgements- but you were slightly inebriated so you gave yourself a pass).
Larry gave another slight smile. “I mean… I am enjoying your company.”
It was your turn to flush. People could say the dirtiest things that you could ever imagine to your face and you’d barely flinch- but one goddamned genuine compliment had you blushing like a teenager. You composed yourself mentally yet again, pulling out your false confidence and coy catchphrases.
“That’s another thing we have in common, sir.” A muscle in his temple twitched, and you noted that for the hopeful future.
“Hang on… Have you… been flirting with me?” he asked.
You sat there, aghast, flustered. You had no idea how to respond in the slightest. Had he really not picked up on it at all? The blushing, the chemistry- was it all-
Before you could even finish your thought, Larry was leaning towards you, chest nearly flush with yours as he went to whisper in your ear.
“ Just kidding . I know what game you are playing. That whole time, you thought you had the upper hand, didn’t you? That you were messing with an average Joe. I could practically see the images you were thinking of while I talked to you. You’re real cute when you’re flustered.”
You leaned right into him, grazing your lips on his neck teasingly. “I was hoping you’d say that.” you said, chuckling quietly and lasciviously. You stood, putting a hand on his chest. “I need to find a hotel room.” You grabbed a pen from the bar, scrawling out your number and a cheeky little winky face on the cheque. “Call me anytime.” You loosened his tie, hooking your fingers in the loop to pull him down for a kiss… right next to his lips. You knew that would leave him maddeningly wanting. It worked a treat every time.
You sauntered away, feeling his gaze on you like a flock of wild Talonflame- hot, and intense. You had to restrain a little shiver of excitement at the thought.
Luckily, a nearby hotel had a vacancy for fairly cheap, and you flopped down on the springy bed exhaustedly. Despite the deep-set tiredness of the day’s events, a burning heat kept you from drifting off. You unbuttoned your shirt, your hands roaming across expectant skin lower and lower-
BZZRT. BZZRT. BZZRT.
You picked up the phone swiftly. “Hello. That was quick.”
“Where are you?” a surprisingly gruff, heavy voice said over the phone. You hadn’t expected him to be so bothered by a little coy cheek kiss on your behalf, but you certainly weren’t complaining.
“The Starly Hotel. Room 153.”
“I’ll be there in two minutes.”
Click.
You giggled excitedly. Larry wasn’t exactly what you were expecting from this evening, but damn if he didn’t make you excited. You went to the mirror to fix yourself up, resisting the urge to roam further south with your hands.
You weren’t really a man of one-night stands, but if that’s what he wanted, you wouldn’t complain about the opportunity.
A sharp knock brought you out of your thoughts. You were in the loose jeans and button down you’d been wearing earlier, but this time, the button down was tactically unbuttoned just enough to tease, the jeans low on your hips to accentuate them. The band of your boxers was just visible, and you smoothed yourself down before opening the door-
Before you knew it, WHAM ! Larry had pinned you into the wall, kissing you fiercely. You moaned in surprise as he grabbed your hip roughly, pulling your crotch closer to his. You smiled into the kiss, rolling your hips teasingly against his. He gave out a low growl, and you chuckled, a shit eating grin across your face.
“No he-hello?” you said, trying to remain composed as he kissed your neck right in the sweet spot. His lips ghosted up your neck next to your ear.
“The surprise on your face was goddamn perfect .” he said, his voice low with want. You shivered despite yourself.
“You like that?” he asked, and you could feel the smile as he kissed your neck. You stifled a moan.
“Y-yes.”
A memory of that evening came to mind. “I mean…” you said, grinning again. “Yes sir .”
Larry became like an animal, kissing your lips fiercely as his hands pinned yours above your head. Raising a leg, you pulled him in close, grinding on him. He panted, and he buried his nose into your neck and BIT. You moaned. Still, you could tell you’d caught him off guard again- he was playing dirty. He panted in between kisses, licks and little nips, and god, you could feel yourself coming undone.
His grip had loosened. You took notice, and suddenly dropped to your knees, removing your hands from his grasp. You quickly unzipped his fly, free hand positioned on his hips as you tried to free him from his tight slacks-
A sharp tug on your hair had you gasping. “ Naughty .” Larry purred. You looked him in the eyes, a passion you’d never thought you’d see in the beatdown Gym Leader’s eyes. “I’ll sit on the bed. We can go from there.”
You liked him pulling on your hair… entirely too much.
He sat heavily, taking his shoes off and finishing undoing his belt. Slipping down his clothes off his bottom half and kicking them off, you had to stifle a gasp.
He was well endowed, to put it politely. To put it less politely, you knew that he would WRECK your insides. Not that you were complaining in the least. That’s what you were here for, after all.
You shuffled eagerly over to him, slipping your now unbuttoned shirt off and kneeling in front of his throbbing manhood.
“ He likes surprises, hm? ” you thought to yourself. “ I’ll give him a goddamn surprise .”
You took it in your hand, pumping it once, before plunging it into your salivating mouth and down your throat. Larry gasped in surprise, moaning lowly. “ F-fuck .” he exclaimed, teeth gritted. He worked his hands into your hair as you began to move, his toes curling, hands gripping the sheets, and moans becoming louder. You didn’t take him for someone who was loud in bed- but from what you’d gathered, it didn’t seem like he’d done much in bed in a while. Tears gathered in your eyes as you tried to go deeper, faster, but your vision went fuzzy for a moment and you coughed harder-
Larry pulled you off of him. You gasped for air, lying your head on his thigh. He gently caressed your cheek and carded his hands through your hair. “Easy there. Good boy. So enthusiastic.” he praised. “Catch your breath. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”
His voice was so tender and caring, much more than you expected, but the praise was the first thing on your mind. It sent shocks straight between your legs, and you wanted him to tell it to you more.
You went to continue your eager ministrations, Larry’s long cock standing to attention, slick, flushed red and beading precome (to put it simply, too damn enticing) but he stopped you.
“Settle down. You’ll hurt yourself.” He moved himself back onto the bed, slipping off his shirt and lying down on his back. “I thought you might pass out and I worried you’d hit your head. Take it slow this time.” he scolded, though still caring.
You nodded, the concern for your wellbeing extremely attractive to you. You positioned yourself in between his legs, pumping his cock in your hand. His eyes fluttered shut, tension melting from his frame as he sighed with pleasure.
You dipped your head down again, but this time, you gave his head little, delicate kitten licks to test the waters. His breathing accelerated, and your plan solidified. You ran the flat of your tongue from base to tip, running your hands up his thighs slowly and resting them on the slight dip in his hip.
You worked your tongue around his shaft, earning a few more sinful moans from the usually stoic man’s face. “My goodness, Larry.” you practically purred. “You’ve become so accustomed to self restraint that you haven’t given yourself a chance to let loose.” You wiped away a bead of precum, licking it off your thumb as you made eye contact with him.
“Here, let me help you, darling .”
You took him in your mouth again, hollowing out your cheeks and bobbing your head down a short amount of his shaft. Larry cursed, his hand coming to rest in your hair once again. You sped up the pace, making him pant heavily. He cursed again, and this time, you took more of him in your mouth, sloppy sounds filling the space.
“F-fuck. Good boy.” he groaned, small, staccato moans filling the space between his words. At the sound of praise, you went faster, lower, and his eyes rolled back, back arching. “Y/N, I’m going to-“
Hot cum splattered the back of your throat, and you took all of him in your mouth once again, greedily swallowing all of it. He panted with exertion, flopping down onto the bed once again.
Pulling you up by your hair, he kissed you deeply, no doubt tasting himself on your tongue.
“ So good for me. ” he murmured in your ear. You wriggled with excitement, practically dripping as he smiled lazily (and a little smugly) at you.
After a few moments where he regained his breath, he sat up, easing you onto your back.
“Alright then, darling . Your turn.”
Panic struck you as you realised you had neglected to mention one detail. “Wait, Larry-“
He paused. “Is everything alright?”
You squirmed a little. “Yes, um well, just something I forgot to mention…”
He listened intently.
“Well, just so you know, I’m trans, so I don’t have, erm…”
He cut you off. “Not an issue. I’ll have you screaming my name regardless.”
Your eyes widened in shock, and he pulled you in for another passionate kiss, want overcoming him in the moment.
He chuckled against your lips. “My my. So desperate. You want this, don’t you?”
You nodded fervently. “Yes sir. B-badly.”
He kissed you again, working your trousers and boxers off of your hips. You stopped him a second. “Grab a towel from the bathroom. It’ll feel better to have a clean bed.” He nodded, obliging the request, and you kissed him sweetly, You sighed into it as he nipped at your lower lip playfully, turning the kiss absolutely filthy. He chuckled quietly, slipping off your remaining clothes and chucking them onto the floor with your shirt.
He kissed down your chest, licking and sucking on skin. Gentle hands went their way down your hips, squeezing your ass and giving it a little smack. His tongue flicked over your nipple, licking and sucking it and sending goosebumps down your skin as he caressed your inner thigh. You bit your lip as he came closer and closer to your slit, stopping as soon as he got close. You whimpered, feeling the juices slick your nether regions.
“What do you want?”
You bucked your hips, whining in response. He pushed you back down, shaking his head. “So needy. Tell me what you need, with words.”
“Please touch me.” you begged.
He caressed your thigh. You panted frustratedly.
Larry looked at you with a fake questioning response. “Isn’t this what you wanted? You have to be specific in what you want, darling.”
Your face burned with shame. “P-please touch my cock and my hole, sir.”
He kissed your forehead gently. “That wasn’t so difficult, hm?”
Larry began to slowly move his finger up and down your slit slowly. You gasped, head falling onto the pillow and palms pressed against the sheets. A finger slid its way in, slowly and methodically loosening you with its touch. Larry inserted another finger once you’d relaxed, drizzling a little lube onto them. He pumped his fingers in and out, and then began to curl his fingers in a “come here” gesture. A few tries later, your back arched in surprise and you cried out. “F-Fuck, Larry. Please, right there.”
He smirked at you, your charisma abandoned and begging at his first proper touch. “You look so good like this, all undone and needy for me.”
You nodded fervently, bucking your hips greedily for more force on that sensitive spot. “Yes, sir, please, only for you. I-I need more, may I please have more?”
If Larry was an egotist, he’d be insufferable. Since he wasn’t, he was ecstatic. You were this undone just from a little touch, and he was loving it. Something in the power and the provision of your pleasure stirred something in him.
He got down low, giving an experimental lick. You bucked your hips more, whining. He began to lick, suck and caress the mound of nerves.
You moaned louder. “God, Larry, please, more! Ahhnnngh… feels so good …”
Even you were surprised by the noises you made. Truth be told, it had been a while for you too, and the sensation was too good for you to have any semblance of composure. Your back arched as he sucked harder and inserted a third finger, curling digits sending sparks flying in your vision.
Good god you loved a man who knew what he was doing.
Your thighs closed involuntarily, squeezing Larry in the throes of your pleasure.
He stopped, and you whined from the loss. “No. Good boys take what they’re given nicely.” He took a step back, admiring your thighs. “God, they’re nice though. Strong, too.” His thumb caressed your inner thigh and you flushed at the compliment.
An idea popped into his head.
“Sit on my face.” he blurted out.
You were surprised for a split second before you eagerly shifted to the side, patting the bed to indicate for him to lie down.
He did as bidden, and you straddled him eagerly, facing away from him. You lowered yourself down, gasping when his tongue made contact. It slithered into your insides, working in and out of your pulsing hole. You moaned unashamedly, even more so when he began to suck on your little dick and work at it with his tongue.
“Oh god, sir, that feels so… ahhnghh…hmmmf…so fuckin good.” you said, leaning into the contact.
Larry smacked your ass. Hard. You yelped, looking to see that there was a red handprint marked on your ass. You grinded on him more, so incredibly into what he was doing that you completely lost yourself in the pleasure. He smacked, gripped and spread your asscheeks, and you found yourself having to lie down on his chest for your legs shaking so much.
You squealed. His tongue had snaked deeper, somehow, and hit just the right spot. You moaned wantonly, brain utter mush from the pleasure as he continued to hit the spot over and over with his hot tongue.
You could feel the tension and heat pooling in your belly, your legs a shaking mess. “Oh, f-fuck sir, please sir, please fuck me more with your tongue… Oh, God, Larry, I’m gonna-“
White-hot heat burst through your core, and you moaned into his chest. Your legs had given out completely, quivering like jelly as waves of pleasure tore through you like a rip current. You panted heavily, but Larry wasn’t quite done yet.
Lifting you up slightly (the poor man had to breathe!), he continued on. He began to lick and suck the ball of nerves, slowly and with skill.
You shuddered uncontrollably, moaning and shaking without any control. The pleasure ripped through you, hotter, sharper, almost bordering on pain as your poor dick was stimulated beyond its limits. You convulsed with it, unable to comprehend it. But he held you in place as he continued. Slowly, slowly, the pleasure became more. Not so intense, but fuller. You were limp from it, simply panting and moaning from the contact as Larry worked you past the breaking point.
You began to feel a familiar sensation building in your stomach. You whined helplessly as Larry realised, slowing his ministrations down to a snail’s pace. Somehow, this made it better. The slow, languid licks were more intense, and you bucked your hips to gain more friction. Larry again held you in place, and you felt it build to the tipping point.
You almost screamed. It was so intense that you lost control, gushing, eyes rolling into your head. He continued through it as you shook and shuddered.
When you finally went limp, he shifted you sideways and cleaned your juices from his face. He grinned at you, tenderly shifting you so you were more comfortable. Noticing a glass on the sidetable, he went to the bathroom and filled it up at the sink. You had almost drifted off, but Larry pulled you upright and made you drink. You smiled, giving him a kiss. It was not so lecherous as the others, just plain and simple, but caring. You smiled.
Larry removed the soaked towel from the bed, putting it in the bathroom and washing his face. Pulling back the covers, he tucked you in. He slid your boxers back on (it was cold that night) and his too (even ground, and also it was quite cold again) and pulled the covers over you both.
You snuggled closer to him, nuzzling into his back and octopus-hugging him. You dropped off near immediately afterwards, the adrenaline crash having you sleep soundly (and of course, the cuddling helped too.).
Larry dropped off shortly after. He most likely wouldn’t admit it, but your warmth against his back was very soothing. The wind rustled the trees outside, and he fell into a deep sleep.
You awoke, the bed feeling… cold. Your mind recounted the sensual encounter from the other night, and the caring nature of your partner.
Of course he’d disappear the next morning. You were disappointed, yet not surprised. It was Larry, after all. The most workaholic of men. Perhaps even on a Saturday.
The door opened. Larry sidled in quietly, holding a paper bag and a backpack. Realising you were awake, he stopped tiptoeing and placed down the bags he was carrying. He sat on the bed next to you, kissing you on the forehead. You leaned into him, smelling his nice cologne. He’d changed and had a shower, which meant-
“Good morning.” he said, voice surprisingly affectionate for the restrained man. “It’s nearly lunchtime.”
That answered your thought. You had been out for a while, then.
“Good morning, love.” you said, equally as affectionate. He smiled softly at you, and you remarked at how it was a wonderful look on him.
He lifted the paper bag. “Here.” He pulled out something wrapped in foil. “I figured you’d be hungry after… all that… so I brought you a crepe. It’s still nice and warm.” You took it gratefully, stomach growling in agreement. You looked down at it, amused.
“It appears you figured right.” You both shared a laugh. You bit into the crepe. It was delicious, ham and gooey cheese and mustard combining to make a lovely, savory breakfast to revive you.
Larry sat contentedly, an odd swell of pride and affection filling his chest once again. He’d woken up early, and feeling that same odd, vulnerable sense of duty, he cleaned up, grabbed some spare clothes, put an “out of office” message in, extended your stay at the hotel so you could sleep, and grabbed you something to eat. Seeing you there, bathed in the light that peeped through the curtains and illuminated you gently and enjoying the meal he had got for him made him swell with that same pride. He couldn’t quite place it, but it felt… nice. He hoped you’d let him continue to care for you. Or want to stay around him. He just felt compelled by you.
“Last night was brilliant.” You said, crumpling up the ball of foil. You’d wolfed it down in comfortable silence.
Larry smiled. “I quite agree.”
“You’re pretty good at all that. Definitely did not see like, half of that coming. Bit of a dark horse, aren’t you?”
Larry smiled a little sheepishly. “I suppose. I had no idea I’d do half of that either.”
You stretched, bones crackling. Larry told himself he wasn’t looking at the way your muscles rippled as you did so. At all. He pulled you in, kissing the top of your head.
You kissed his cheek in return. You had no idea he had this passionate, caring side to him, but you adored it. Perhaps this wouldn’t just be a one-time thing after all.
“Y/N.” he said, breaking the silence. “I’d like to ask you something.”
You looked at him expectantly.
He seemed to be blushing again.
“Erm… well. Last night was wonderful. I’m sure we both enjoyed it thoroughly. But I quite…like… you. Quite a bit. I don’t know if this is something you’re looking for, but if you wanted to make this something… I’d be more than happy.”
You grinned at how adorably flustered and genuine he seemed. “Of course. I was hoping you’d ask.” He cupped your cheek with his hand. You leaned into it, closing your eyes contentedly. His hands were large, warm and sturdy.
Ah, that’s what you liked about him.
He felt safe.
He seemed to know you inherently, to be able to respond to the slightest of hints, and yet never used that information against you. He took care of you, valued you, and saw your vulnerability… and made the right choice each time.
It was perfect.
You opened your eyes, finding Larry with an almost dopey looking smile on his face. You gave him a peck on the lips… then another… then another. Finally, you broke away.
“I’m going to go get a shower. I’ll be quick.” You went to pick up the clothes on the floor, but Larry stopped you, picking up his backpack.
“I actually… brought you some clothes. They might be a little big, but I didn’t know what clothes you brought camping or how long you’d planned for so…” he scratched the back of his neck. “Erm. Yes.”
“Oh, Larry. You’re the sweetest. Thank you, darling.” You gave him a peck on the nosetip, which quickly became flushed. “I’ll be back in a little bit.”
You closed the door, turning the hot water on. Truth be told, you were a little bit sore (however, very understandable). The hot water ran over your skin and loosened your aching muscles. The hotel’s complimentary shampoo at least smelled decent, and as you lathered up you found yourself preening, just a bit.
When you were all clean and dry, you tucked the (clean) towel around your waist and walked out of the bathroom. Larry was scrolling through his phone. He looked up, stared, wide-eyed, and then…
Click .
The unmistakable sound of a camera.
“Damn, didn’t know I looked that good.” You bent to grab the contents of the backpack.
Your towel then conveniently slipped off.
Larry couldn’t control himself like usual. He was a bit cross with himself, really. But nonetheless, he unbuttoned his shirt, walked over to you, and kissed you firmly on the lips. God, you made him feel like a horny teenager again.
You draped your arms over his shoulders, kissing him back with equal fervor. The strong hands on your hips squeezed slightly, roaming downwards and then grabbing your ass. You sighed into the kiss, his every move deliciously dominating.
“We didn’t quite get to the finale last night, did we?” he asked, voice low. You shook your head.
“On the bed. Now.” You didn’t have to be told twice, getting down on all fours and arching your back just so, offering yourself up in full.
Larry began to prepare you slowly, once again using those clever fingers to take you towards the brink. He suddenly stopped, much to your disappointment. You looked behind you, only to see Larry lining himself up with your entrance.
Slowly, slowly he slid himself into you, and you bit back a moan. You felt full, stretched to the limit- and you fucking loved it. It burned and borderline ached, and you could tell Larry was waiting for you to allow him to move.
When it eventually felt more comfortable, you let out a deep breath.
“You can move now. Just- be gentle.”
Slowly, slowly, he moved, finding a gentle rhythm.
You arched your back more, trying to give him as much as possible. Grinding backwards and whimpering, you begged for more wordlessly.
Larry bent over you fully, taking advantage of you fully exposing yourself to bite again at the sweet spot on your neck. You whined, the sensations building up a horny, needy frenzy in your brain.
Larry took notice.
“So needy. Tell me what you want, darling. Good boys use their words.”
You clenched yourself around him, earning a guttural moan and a stuttering thrust from the other man. “F-fuck!” he cried, smacking your ass harshly. You physically couldn’t press yourself to him any more, panting and whining like a dog in heat.
“God, you’re sucking me in.” he groaned, slowing down and thrusting deeper. With his hands he pinned yours down, interlocking your fingers and once again sucking, kissing and biting your neck.
“God, Larry. Please, please fuck me harder!” you begged, mind blank except for chasing the little death.
He was not shy for obliging, ramming into you with reckless abandon, becoming more and more undone.
“Fuck, fuck fuck, you’re such a good boy. Doing so well for me, taking my cock like that. Uh-hnngh. I’m gonna c-cum in a minute if you don’t s-stop…”
You grinded against him, the heat building up in your core like fire with gasoline.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming…” Larry groaned.
You could feel him move to pull out and slammed yourself back against him. “God, fuck, PLEASE give it to me, please…” you begged.
Larry drove himself into you, moaning helplessly as his hips stuttered in their movement, hot seed filling you up deliciously. You began to almost hyperventilate, walls clenching and sucking him in as you begged for release.
Larry rubbed a deft hand against your tip. “There’s a good boy, fuck, thank you. Cum for me, sweetheart.”
Your back arched, eyes seeing nothing but white. You were vaguely aware of the emptiness from Larry pulling out, your pounding heart and his big, strong arms scooping you up into his lap.
He placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Good boy. You did so well. Here, drink.”
The world came back into focus as a cool glass of water was pressed to your lips. You drank greedily, finishing the glass. He placed it back on the nightstand.
“Was that good?” he asked.
“Amazing.” you said breathlessly. He kissed the corner of your mouth, nuzzling into your neck. Your head fell back onto his shoulder, holding his hands with yours.
“Truth be told, you were right at the beginning. I hadn’t… let loose… in a while. I’m just glad you are satisfied.”
You huffed in disbelief. “Satisfied?” you said incredulously. “That was the hardest I’ve ever came in my life. I’m still catching my breath!”
He chuckled, low, rumbly, musical sounds staccato against your chest. “Your earnestness is adorable.”
“Well, we know the importance of being earnest, don’t we?”
He smiled into the crook of your shoulder. “You and your literary references.”
You grinned, the fondness in his voice filling your heart with golden glee.
“How’d you figure out exactly what I was into?” you asked.
“Well, anyone with that amount of charisma and the audacity to flirt first, ask questions later is almost certainly a bit of a brat.”
You shrugged. “I can’t deny it. It’s fun, though.”
Larry gave another rumbly chuckle. He leaned in, right by your ear. “Good boy.” he whispered, low and sensual. You flushed. Damn you and your stupid praise kink.
And damn Larry and his wonderful laugh, too. He was examining the flush and fluster sprawled across your face. He tilted your chin up, looking deep into your eyes in a way that had to go and goddamn stir something.
“Love that I can simply praise you like the good boy you are and you just melt.” he said, voice low with admiration. His hands roamed lower, brushing over your nipples. You groaned, still sensitive from Larry’s earlier… performance. Carding his hands through your hair, had you not been in a haze from every last thing he did you would have been a little frightened at how easily he molded you, just like putty in his hands. As he massaged your scalp, you essentially went limp, eyes closing. You hummed happily from the touch.
“Cute.” Larry murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips. His hands roamed back to your chest, playing again with the sensitive skin. You restrained the urge to whimper, your heart began to thump loudly.
“You ever finished handsfree? Just from this?” he said, tweaking a nipple.
Your mouth fell open. “ Ahh… No.”
He kissed your neck, biting and licking the skin.
“Would you like to try?”
You nodded, that being all you were able to say at this point as he worked you into something malleable yet again.
You leaned against his back, sitting on his lap. He rubbed them gently, just ghosting over them enough to make you squirm. He turned you slightly, tongue flicking over one nipple, hand pinching and playing with the other. He sucked and licked it, taking it in his teeth a bit, pinching it, turning to the other one. You ground your hips, craving contact.
“No. Good boys wait for what they’re given.” You did your best to bite back a whine as he held your hips steady. Every sense of control you had was gone, but for once you fucking loved it.
Larry continued to tease, touch and tantalise, stopping each time you arched your back, or desired contact enough to buck your hips upwards. You learned quickly to stay still, to press against his back to keep your hips up, to allow him full access to everywhere he pleased. He began to kiss and lick your neck, biting the soft skin gently and then returning to teasing the soft buds of skin.
Heat slowly built in your core. Between the languid touches, the praise, the soft kisses and bites, your brain felt like it was running in circles. All you could do was beg and beg for the end that may never come.
Every touch filled you with lust, and you began to be brought back to the brink of a blank mind. You were nothing anymore, just his toy, begging for his touch.
And dear god, you fucking loved it.
The end was close, you could feel it. Neither you nor Larry could stop your hips from jerking from each tweak of your sensitive, swollen nipples.
“Please Larry, please touch me somewhere else. I’ve been so, so good, I’ll be your good boy, p-please let me cum. S-so close. Please sir.”
The heat was unbearable, the tipping point teetering on a knife edge. Larry chuckled at your needy pants and whines.
“You’ve been so good, baby. Cum for me.”
Larry bit down hard on your neck, the pain sparking something animalistic in your mind. He stroked the bundle of nerves between your legs once, and that was enough for you to cum.
You spasmed, screaming from the white-hot pleasure. Your poor overstimulated cunt was spent, dripping with cum, juices and sweat as you twitched and shivered in the aftershocks. Larry laid you down, taking pictures with his phone camera and grinning.
“God, all it took was one touch of your cute little boy cunt and you came. Fucking adorable. All filled up with my cum too. So perfect, so good.”
You shakily spread your legs to give him a better view, cum dripping from inside you pleasantly.
“Ah…” he said, examining the mess.
“You look good, but… we’re probably both going to need another shower.” he said, grinning.
You closed your legs, grinning and sliding off of the bed and grinning.
“Well, you know. Saving water, saving the environment… You should join me.”
Larry stood up, eager beyond belief.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
As you sauntered to the bathroom, hips swaying, Larry thanked his lucky stars that he liked to read.