Christy swallowed him as best he could, then sat up and tugged himself until he spent all over Lawrence’s chest with a yell, making Lawrence gasp again.
They collapsed together.
“Next time,” Christy whispered. “Next time I will fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight.”
Lawrence huffed a laugh beneath him. “Can’t walk straight anyway.”
Christy nuzzled in his neck and they both laughed uncontrollably. “Silly sod,” Christy murmured between kisses.
* * * *
Lawrence ran his fingers over the paper and string on the parcel before him on the table, wondering if he had time to hide it again before Christy came down. Was it too soon? Too much? The decision was taken from him when he heard Christy thunder down the stairs. He took everything at a run.
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