LarryxLaurent Requests (Boyxboy)

Fly Handywork: Stimulation Pre-Dicked

Laurent can see that Larry's outburst is all a front. He can see it in the immediate softening of his voice, and in the way he held onto his hand. Lau latches on at once, prepared to put up a fight if Larry tries to grab it back too quickly. "I don't need to bring anything, I have you to entertain me." He grins at him cheesily, showing all his teeth. "And I don't want to sleep. I want to dance." He shimmies in his seat to demonstrate. He means it as a joke, knowing Larry will protest at him making a scene on the plane, and in first class nonetheless. But as soon as he starts to move, he realized just how badly he does want to dance. "Dance with me brother!"

Larry let's out a tight lipped "oh my god" knowing the others suggestion could turn into far more. He tightens his hold on Laurent's hand making sure that if he decides to slither into the isles he will have some resistance. "No. dancing. sit down" his stark black eyes showing he isn't going to budge an inch.

"I can dance and sit at the same time." He says cheerfully, not unlike a little kid. He continues smiling at his brother and wiggling in his seat. "Come on grumpy, dance! You're no fun." He moves the arm that Larry is still holding onto, swinging it back and forth and moving Larry's arm in the process. He hums the tune to Angela, knowing that Larry can never resist that song. Maybe he can trick his brother into having some fun with him, and if not, he will just have fun by himself irritating him.

Larry's sternness is hardly that, as it dissipates quickly. Or at least in Laurent's case, maybe he just knows which strings needed pulling. For whatever reason, his lips purse into a smile for a split second before he pulls away and turns back to his phone, shoving his ear bud back in place. Dismissing his twin. He and Laurent will have plenty of time to diddle around once they have landed. But right now all he wishes to do is finish his movie and suffer his head ache for the rest of the flight.

Laurent allows himself to get excited for just a single moment when he sees Larry's smile. But of course he should have known better. Soon his brother is back to whatever or whoever was more interesting than him, and Laurent is slumped in his seat. He sits like that, pouting, for who knows how long, until he eventually falls asleep, only waking up once they land in Hong Kong.

Stiffness lingers in Larry's limbs longer than usual, even as they emerge from a taxi he stops to raise his arms over his head stretching longley. He seems a little out of it, tired even. Jetlag can take a toll and you never get used to it. While he is excited to see some of their crew members, he's also starving and his headache is still rather persistent. He can't even be bothered to pull his hair back since the tie would only agitate it and he flat out ignores his brothers attempts to pull him from this lull. He's bouncing off the walls, taking videos of everything and talking loudly right into his face. Its grating and the suspicion of Laurent stealing his energy clings to the back of his thoughts making him all the less responsive. Sometimes Larry is just in a mood and getting him out of it is difficult unless you have something deep fried.

He almost groans when the front desk informs them of the shared room and he snatches the key before making a beeline to the elevator. He doesn't even bother looking at what floor, only in a hurry to have some privacy from the rest of their group.

Laurent is in the middle of saying something to Larry - something about a restaurant they passed that he wants to go - but the thought is abandoned just as quickly as it arrived when he sees Larry turn from him and speed into the elevator. He rushes after him, thrusting his hand in between the doors to stop them just as they are closing. "That was close!" He says excitedly to Larry. He knows his brother is in no mood to talk to him. He knows that he wants just one moment of space to himself in this elevator. But Laurent is a little bugged at him for ignoring him for so long on the plane, so he indulges himself in a little more pestering before they settle in.