YOURS // Les Twins {Sequel to MINE}

1 - Always

Larry didn't need further explanation. Were it not for Larry's father in that moment, Larry wouldn't be here. Laurent never thought he could be so grateful to the man who had abused Larry for years, but Martin had sacrificed himself for the son he'd failed so miserably. If anything could ever balance the scales on the man's soul, that one selfless act was it.

"Look at me, Lau," Larry said softly, his eyes full of understanding. "I'm okay."

Putting their foreheads together, Laurent's eyes fell closed as he took another deep breath, relishing Larry's scent...allowing it to fill him up and calm his nerves. Nothing soothed him the way Larry did. Everything about him...his touch, his scent, his warmth.

"I don't know what I would do without you," Laurent said quietly.

"Then it's a good thing you're stuck with me now," Larry replied with a hint of a smile.

"Always," Laurent said, pulling Larry closer. "I've been hopelessly yours from the minute I laid eyes on you."

Laurent wasn't exaggerating. He hadn't believed in love, much less love at first sight...until it smacked him right upside the head. He didn't understand it and didn't care to. All he knew was that he had never felt more alive than he did with Larry, and when they exchanged rings and vows, it was the happiest moment of his life.

As their lips met, Larry draped his leg over Laurent's hip, pulling him closer. Laurent deepened the kiss with a groan, his body coming alive under Larry's touch.

As always, Larry knew exactly what Laurent needed and why. The tightness in his chest eased and the remnants of the nightmare began to fade, replaced by the warmth of Larry's body and the tenderness of his kiss.

Pushing Laurent to his back, Larry shifted his weight as his lips trailed along Laurent's jaw. Larry backed slowly down Laurent's body, his tongue grazing Laurent's skin as he came to kneel between his thighs.

Laurent held Larry's cheek, spellbound as he watched himself disappear into Larry's mouth...a sight that never got old.

"Fffuck," Laurent groaned as he felt himself hit the back of Larry's throat.

It was all he could do to keep still as Larry worked him like a fucking porn star. Laurent fisted Larry's hair, earning a groan that vibrated through his entire body.

"Come here, baby," Laurent urged, his free hand reaching out to cradle Larry's jaw.

With a smile in his eyes, he released Laurent with one last flick of his tongue, causing Laurent's hips to jerk.

Pulling Larry toward him, Laurent claimed his mouth as their bare skin connected. He reached blindly into the nightstand, retrieving a small container. As he deftly maneuvered it with one hand and took what he needed, the room filled with the scent of coconut.

"Face down," he murmured against Larry's lips, and Larry complied. He shifted to lay beside Laurent as he shoved a pillow under Larry's hips.

Stretching out above Larry, Laurent reached between them, coating them both before steadying himself. Larry moaned as Laurent slowly pressed into him, carefully burying himself to the hilt and blanketing Larry with his body.

Laurent's mouth closed on Larry's neck as he rocked his hips slow and deep. He wrapped himself around Larry and held him tight, plunging harder and faster as he drove into him again and again.

Larry tilted his head to give Laurent better access, gripping the sheets and pressing his forehead into his pillow. Laurent's teeth grazed Larry's shoulder, earning another moan, and every sound Larry made spurred Laurent on, thrusting harder and deeper.