❝ make a mess. i’ll clean it up with my mouth. ❞ - @gridloved noah for lawrence
parts of lawrence think that noah is nothing but pure evil for the way his blue eyes bore into him . they’re wide with lust and desire — a look lawrence is far too familiar with — but there’s something lingering there as well , something beneath the surface that makes lawrence want to give noah his everything ( like he doesn’t already have it ) .
one of his legs is wrapped around his waist , the other thrown over the blond’s shoulder as he relentlessly thrusts into him . lawrence finds himself sending a quick thank you to the universe that he’s still able to keep up with noah in the bedroom , no doubt thanks to his racing career.
“ no — ah,” he groans, the name cut in half by a loud moan that is forced out of him when noah hits a particularly sensitive spot . “ this is going —” moan “—to be over —” moan “—so quickly if you —” moan “—keep saying stuff—” this time, when he moans, his back arches off the bed , one hand clutching the bed sheet as the other grips noah’s hair . “ — like that .”













