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"Go to bed, Isaac, you're never gonna get better like this." Larry pulls the covers over the sniffling boy's shoulders. The prominent dark circles under his eyes told Larry he definitely was not getting enough sleep.
"But I don't want to..." Isaac whines, sounding way to childish for a man his age. He snuggles deeper into the covers and looks up at Larry with puppy dog eyes.
"What is it?" Larry perches on the edge of his bed, reaching over to comb his fingers through his hair. "Can't sleep?" Despite being the younger of the two, Larry was no stranger to caring for the man beside him.
"Mmmhmm," Isaac pushes his face into Larry's side, nuzzling him like a cat. "Mm too horny to sleep right now."
Larry stifles a laugh. "I can't believe you! How are you so horny all the damn time?"
"Can't control it, sorry." Isaac smiles against Larry's skin, where his lover's palm cups his warm cheek.
"Okay, fine," Larry sighs dramatically, "but no kissing. I can't take care of you if I get sick too."
Isaac squeals in excitement, immediately throwing the covers off and welcoming Larry in, his boyfriend rolling his eyes fondly at his reaction.
Larry's hands are quick to reach for the drawstrings on Isaac's sweatpants, nimble fingers working them open effortlessly. It takes less than a minute for Isaac's sweatpants and underwear to come off, landing somewhere on the floor.
Larry pushes his legs apart, met with little resistance as Isaac spreads them wide open, even holding himself apart for him without being asked. Larry can already see the wetness between his lips, and briefly wonders if Isaac was touching himself before he came in.
Larry loses himself between Isaac's muscular thighs, lips immediately latching onto Isaac's, massaging him with his flexible tongue and savouring the taste of him. Isaac's hips move in time to his motions, pushing down to increase the pressure on his swollen dick and gliding his tongue along the folds. He doesn't even need to tell Larry what to do or where to go; he's already so familiar with Isaac's body he could make him cum on his tongue if he wanted to.
But that wasn't the plan tonight.
Larry pulls his lips off Isaac's dick with an loud pop, before wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. His clothes come off quickly and he doesn't even ask if Isaac is ready before lining himself up, pushing in until their hips meet.
Isaac's mouth falls open in surprise at the sudden intrusion, words unable to form in his brain. He loves how Larry isn't afraid to be rough with him, how he doesn't treat him like some fragile toy that needs to protected and pampered. He takes what he wants, whenever he wants. Larry's gaze could only be described as predatory as he gauges Isaac's reaction.
When Larry begins rocking his hips, that's when Isaac starts falling apart. He feels every push and drag against his unprepped hole, every nudge of his dick against Larry's pelvis. His body feels loose and sore from the fever he's having, but it feels as if Larry's fucking the life back into him.
He can't help but whimper when he sees the way Larry's gripping his hips, veins bulging from his forearms and sweat dripping from his chest as he fucks into him with a sense of determination. Isaac would have been screaming and begging for more if his throat wasn't hurting the way it was.
"Fuck," he croaks, "feels so good, Lare."
Larry puts a little more force behind his thrusts, forcing a few more pathetic moans out of him.
"God, you feel so tight today, Isy, I'm not gonna last long." Larry leans over him, folding him in half and burying his face into the crook of Isaac's neck. Hungry lips attach themselves to the sensitive skin of his neck as Larry licks, bites and kisses him there, undoubtedly leaving marks that would be difficult to explain. It doesn't stop Isaac from turning his neck to give Larry more space to work with.
"Touch yourself," Larry whispers against the shell of his ear, his breath hot and sticky on his skin. Isaac nods and follows his instructions. He slides his fingers over his dick, pinching it between his middle and ring finger, stroking himself in time to Larry's thrusts. He feels himself twitching and the familiar sensation starts to grow in his belly.
"Larry, I'm... I'm really close..." Isaac trembles in his boyfriend's arms, feeling smaller and more vulnerable than ever.
Larry's hand finds its way into Isaac's hair, fingertips scraping his scalp as he gets a good grip on his curly locks, holding him in place as he starts jack hammering into him.
A high pitched whine is stuck in his throat as Larry yanks his head back, exposing even more of his pale throat and sucking hickies into it.
"Larry... Larry, please" Isaac mumbles incoherently, reaching out to hold onto something to ground himself. He takes Larry's narrow wrist in one hand, still touching himself with the other.
"Go ahead baby," Larry keeps his pace steady as he massages Isaac's scalp, running his other hand up and down his thigh, fingernails lightly digging into his skin. "Cum for me."
"Oh fuck, oh jesus christ, Larry..." Isaac pulls him impossibly closer as he strokes himself to completion, spasming against Larry's cock and leaking around it. He feels the wetness trickle down between his thighs, creating a lewd squelching noise with every thrust. His hoarse cries continue as Larry keeps fucking him through it, repeatedly stimulating his poor, swollen dick.
Isaac's too fucked out to complain though, when he's the one who asked for this in the first place. He watches Larry's face contort in pleasure, his mouth falling open and small pants fill the air between them. Isaac so desperately wants to kiss the man but refrains.
"I'm close, Isy." Larry grips his thighs with bruising strength as he pounds into him, obscene slaps echoing in the room. "Where do you want it?"
"All over me, please," Isaac lifts his shirt to reveal his torso and a little bit of chest. "Please."
Larry doesn't need to be asked twice. He thrusts a couple more times before pulling out and finishing the job with his right hand, feeling up his lover's toned body with the other. He's not even exaggerating when he says it's the most perfect body he's ever seen.
Isaac watches as Larry paints his torso with thick, white ropes, his head tipped back in a silent moan as he does so.
Isaac's body is trembling beneath him, both from exertion and the cold from being exposed from the chest down. He looks back up at Larry's face, covered in sweat and flushed red, with hair sticking to his forehead.
"Don't move." He instructs Isaac, who gives a curt nod in response.
Larry comes back with a warm washcloth in hand, and begins wiping down his torso. Isaac blushes a little when Larry spreads his legs once again to clean up the mess in between. His pounding heart gradually returns to normal as Larry helps him put on his underwear and sweats.
"Thank you." He almost doesn't recognize his own voice from how nasally he sounds.
Larry smiles at him warmly and tucks the covers around him.
"Anything for you, my highness." Larry does a silly little curtsey.
Isaac giggles at the action. He looks up at Larry who immediately understands what he's asking for.
"Goodnight princess." He leans down to press a kiss to Isaac's warm forehead. "I'll check on you in a few hours."
"Love you," Isaac mumbles deliriously before closing his eyes. His body feels like jelly after what they've done. He listens to the ruffling as Larry puts on his own clothes, the click of a light switch and the quiet thud as his door closes.
Isaac falls asleep the easiest he has in ages.