PDA Level 3 - Make-Out

“Come on, Lawrence, you’re hesitating. Treat me as though I’m a real demon attacking you.”

“You’re not attacking me,” Lawrence replied, his frustration seeping into his flat words.

A soft sigh slipped past Theo’s lips. “Would you wait for a demon to attack you first, or would you attempt to take it out before it had the chance?” he asked with a single raised eyebrow.

“I would put an arrow through its face before I was even this close.”

“But you’re training with a dagger today,” Theo huffed impatiently. “So try to imagine that is all you have on you. That’s the whole point of this training.”

Unfortunately, he was right. Although Lawrence couldn’t imagine a scenario in which he would leave the council chambers without his bow… it was important that he be able to defend himself well with anything on hand. He had not trained with a dagger for far too long. Lawrence took a deep breath to strengthen his resolve and swung the wooden weapon forwards, hoping to catch his boyfriend out with his sudden movement.

Theo ducked under his elbow though, moving faster than Lawrence could think. In the blink of an eye, he was pressing their chests together. He gripped Lawrence’s wrist and twisted it almost painfully, forcing him to release the handle of his small faux dagger. Having been swiftly disarmed, Lawrence found himself tackled to the ground with a hooked kick to his ankle. His back hit the hardwood floor with a thump of dull pain. Theo followed him down, caging him in with his knees tucked under Lawrence’s legs and his palms pressed into the ground either side of Lawrence’s shoulders. His forearms rested on Lawrence’s upper chest, holding him to the floor.

Lawrence blew a stray strand of hair from his eyes with a frustrated puff of breath.

Cocky as always, Theo smirked down at him. His own blond locks hung over the edges of his face where he tilted it down towards Lawrence’s. Closer and closer he leant, until the only sounds Lawrence could hear in the large empty room were their breaths. Theo’s lips parted slightly and Lawrence could suddenly smell mint, his teeth freshly brushed and inviting him to taste.

But Theo teased him, bringing his face millimetres from Lawrence’s and then dragging the tip of his nose over Lawrence’s cheeks, chin, forehead. The soft skin of his mouth brushed the edge of Lawrence’s face where his jaw met his ear, but was gone all too soon, leaving the smaller boy squirming in frustration. Theo chuckled into his hairline and pulled his face down to connect their foreheads, his gold eyes locked on Lawrence’s blue.

The tickling touches had gone on quite enough. Despite the firm arms pinning him at the pecs, Lawrence managed to lift his head in a quick jerk, just enough to close the gap between their lips.

The response from Theo was nothing short of feral, as though he had been starving for Lawrence, waiting for permission to devour him. Now he had it. He pushed his tongue into Lawrence’s mouth straight away and began to wage war inside for ownership of the space. Lawrence’s tongue pushed back feebly, but the ambush had given Theo the upper hand and he found himself quickly relenting, allowing his mouth to be plundered with quiet moans.

Once he had submitted orally, Lawrence felt the hands by his head sliding to his shoulders, squeezing at the light muscles there. Then they traced along his sides until they reached the hem of his soft, loose training shirt. Arousal clenched the muscles in his abdomen when Theo’s hands slid under his shirt and turned rough, grabbing at his flesh forcefully enough to leave marks. When he pinched the skin of his waist it sent a jolt down Lawrence’s legs, his thighs jerking against Theo’s hips involuntarily. This only encouraged the blond, who freed one of his hands to grab one of Lawrence’s knees pull it back up against his side, opening him up to grind against. Even the tongue writhing wetly against his own couldn’t distract him from the pulse of pleasure that came from that first slow drag of Theo’s crotch against his own. He groaned pitifully against Theo’s intruding tongue but his boyfriend only hummed in amusement back.

They were both dressed for training in cotton clothing that allowed for… extreme stretching and movements. It did not provide a great deal of protection from the stimulus of their cocks rubbing against each other. Each rock of Theo’s hips was drawing the dirtiest, most awful little sounds from Lawrence’s throat and straight into Theo’s.

Theo hooked Lawrence’s leg around him and growled into his mouth. Lawrence knew that growl meant ‘stay’, he wanted Lawrence to hold this position and Lawrence couldn’t really object with his body shivering under the incredible handling and grinding of his boyfriend. One hand was pulling at his nipple, the other was in his hair, tilting his head up further. Theo sucked on his tongue until he whimpered.

Suddenly, Theo pulled back. He was panting, his face flushed, golden eyes sparkling like a polished ring. He grinned. Lawrence gasped for breath, grateful for a break to gather himself and pleased to see that he wasn’t the only one affected so intensely by their impromptu make-out session. The pause did not last more than a few seconds though. Theo captured his lips again and this time Lawrence surrendered instantly, his body squirming every time his lips were nipped or bitten. Theo’s possessiveness, his eagerness to mark Lawrence everywhere, and in any way he could, only fuelled Lawrence’s lust.

As Theo’s hips ground harder and faster against him, Lawrence could feel their entangled bodies sliding along the wooden floor just a little with each thrust. He was getting close, so close to the edge of climax. Something about his boyfriend riding into him so roughly… so hard they were sliding across the room…

“Are you two going to be rolling around like that for much longer?”

Both boys’ limbs froze, lips pulling apart and eyes flying open to stare at each other with identical expressions of shock.

“Only because some of us have real training we need to do,” Lily added with an amused huff. Beth was hovering behind her, visibly uncomfortable with red cheeks and eyes that couldn’t seem to look directly at the pair on the floor. Lily had taken Beth under her wing for training lessons recently and Lawrence could admit she was making much better progress these days than when she first arrived at the council. Maybe his sister had some talents outside of dressing skimpily after all.

With a relaxed laugh, Theo heaved himself back onto his knees and pulled Lawrence up with him by the shirt. He tried not to let his eyes be drawn to their matching erections, lest Lily or Beth follow his line of sight.

“We’re not finished,” Theo said with a smirk, “but this isn’t the only room we can roll around in.”

Lawrence swallowed, partly from embarrassment at Theo’s uncaring attitude to letting the girls know they would be continuing their inappropriate display of affection elsewhere, and partly from nerves at the ravenous look in his boyfriend’s eyes. There was a pull in Lawrence’s stomach that told him that once they were behind closed doors, Theo’s already brazen behaviour would certainly be escalating. He wasn’t satisfied yet.

The pair climbed to their feet, bid the girls goodbye, and hurried away hand-in-hand to Theo’s bedroom.