C Taboo Amore [Closed with C.Wolf]

[Sam260]

Aryin was not as quiet as Larry was, however, moaning with each thrust he made - although the sound was quiet, barely loud enough to be heard past Larry's ears; Aryin was clearly enjoying himself and it showed with the smile on his face, even as he continued kissing, nipping, and licking at whatever exposed flesh on Larry's body he could reach.

Aryin wrapped one hand around the back of Larry's kneecap, pushing it up and outward slightly - the action caused a change in Aryin's angle, allowing him deeper penetration. Aryin also sped up incrementally, his hips snapping forward and against the back of Larry's thighs as he dug himself deeper into Larry's body; Aryin had finally worked up a good sweat, too. His tanned body was glistening in the lights of the bedroom, making the slip-and-slide of their bodies just that much easier.

Aryin panted against Larry's throat "God..." he breathed the word out; No longer was he in Hell from Larry's body - the heat was still there, of course, but it was no longer the Hell it had been - it was more like coming Home after a long winter; it was everything Aryin had ever dreamed of before, and he wanted nothing more than to stay there, deeply buried inside of Larry's body.

[Klayko]

There was an intensity and not because of the pain. That in itself easily subsided to a small form of numbness, but the intensity given was due to the fact that at this point in time, Larry wanted more. When his legs were repostioned, this time his mouth hardly contained it. A loud moan left his mouth as Aryin indeed had gone deeper and his prostrate was hit once more. From the friction of their bodies down to the pace having gone much faster, Larry found that these aches were rather pleasurable, a soft moan almost humming continuously flowing from his mouth at that point. He gripped on to Aryin for more support and to naturally, allow him to go deeper. He needed more of this.

He might have been new, but he saw an opportunity. His legs were compelled to wrap around Aryin’s waist and his lower body was put to anform of work. Using Aryin as support, Larry found his body rocking to and fro with Aryin’s thrusts. It took a little while, but there he was, finally getting into the full swing. Still, Larry seemed rather speechless. Not because he was an introvert or shy male. This was simply because he was at a loss for words and breathing through his nose at this point was hardly ideal.

“Harder,” he finally said. “I want more of yoooou!”

The last word extended just a little because once more, Aryin struck gold.

[Sam260]

Aryin heard Larry moaning and it was like music to his ears; finally, an active partner who didn't just lay there and do nothing more than take it - it was a welcome relief as he continued to easily slide himself in and out of Larry's tight body. They were practically tugging and pulling at each other's bodies now, trying to get deeper into each other as they could; Aryin wanted that, to be inside of Larry physically, mentally, emotionally even.

Larry's legs around his waist was a sure sign that the younger man was enjoying the sex, finally. The initial pain had finally subsided and now their bodies were working in tandem with one another, but the depth and speed seemed to not be enough for his lover. Larry was asking for more of it, wanting harder and Aryin could think of nothing more than to provide that for him - they just needed a new position.

Aryin, with that thought in mind, quickly pulled out of Larry, grabbed his lover around the waist and flipped him, almost effortlessly, onto his stomach; he kissed down Larry's back briefly, and then grasped his hips, pulling them up into the air, and getting Larry onto his knees; this position was much more conducive, he slid back into Larry without waiting any longer.

Aryin bid his lover the command, starting to thrust harder, faster, and now even deeper; he still angled his thrusts in a downward way, wanting to continue hitting Larry's prostate whenever he could - hoping to give Larry the most pleasure, as well as make him scream with overwhelming ecstasy. Every ounce of Aryin's strength was put into each thrust he delivered to Larry.

The bed was protesting the almost rough treatment, but it was of no concern to Aryin; it was a strong, sturdy, bed and could withstand even the most brutal of activities.

[Klayko]

He got what he was looking for after all. Aryin spared no time in flipping him over and gearing Larry up for another position. Then, it was back on the grind and that in itself was much more intense than the previous position. Aryin was dominating and it showed and now, he had nothing but frequent success in getting Larry to stifle out moans here and there, the male unable to keep them low anymore. He might have ejaculated early, but he was getting hard all over again. He gripped the bed tightly as much as he could and in this case, it was the bed post itself. Still, none of it was enough to keep Larry from letting out even louder sounds, deep screams finally rupturing forth.

[Sam260]

Aryin was harder than he had ever felt himself before; Larry's screams were... just absolutely incredible. He had a good, firm grip on Larry's hips, pulling the younger man back against his cock while also thrusting forward; his thrusts were almost brutal in nature, hard and fast. He enjoyed the tight squeeze that was engulfing him from Larry's hole and it was making his own moans louder each time those muscles squeezed down on him, trying to swallow everything that Aryin held precious.

Aryin ran his hands lightly around Larry's ass and thighs, a very conflicting feeling to the rough fucking they were doing. His hand caught the hardness that was once again growing between Larry's legs and he stroked the hardening member with a teasing hand "Christ, Larry... I'm close... so close..." he panted out, his head tossed back just slightly "Are you going to come again?" he asked breathlessly, continuing to stroke and thrust into Larry rhythmically.

[Klayko]

The sounds were like passion and fire into one. Their bodies rocking were just as equal. Larry had just met the male tonight, but this was a first glance at seeing just how profound Aryin appeared. He certainly should have given himself more credit where it was due, in his opinion, but Larry could hardly think straight at the moment. Everything was pure bliss after all. When he got just semi-erect, Aryin was on his cock with his hand just like he was on him presently and even inside of him.

Larry was mouthing words. That was to be made known. He just was not letting them out as intelligible as he thought, moans and fumbling throwing them away. But, to answer Aryin’s question: yes. It probably would not be as powerful as it was earlier and chances were it would hurt come morning from it happening back to back, but it was something he could recover from. When Aryin explained he was close, Larry did whatever it took to make sure he felt that deep inside of him. That would be a nice first experience, after all.

[Sam260]

Aryin's hips started stuttering with his impending climax, the thrusts were a little more sloppy and disjointed but still did not lack in strength or pace. Aryin moaned though, long and low, when his climax approached and was soon spurting out of his cock. He pushed himself into Larry, all the way, and stayed there, panting and ejaculating into his lover's body.

Aryin stayed there for a few more seconds, letting the last of his sperm out. Christ, he had never ever done that before - the sheer amount of cum was incredible, like he hadn't ejaculated in months... which, was relatively true... He wasn't fond of masturbating alone and his busy schedule was never predictable. Aryin let his cock slip free of Larry, naturally, and then collapsed in a heap on the mattress, his breaths coming out in short gusts as he closed his eyes.

Aryin's olive-tanned skin was glistening with sweat as well. "Wow..." he seemed rather speechless "just... wow."

[Klayko]

It was like drinking something cold and feeling the effects trail down the path towards the stomach. When Aryin released, Larry felt everything inside of him, the warm liquid and the feeling of it near his belly, except internally. That was enough to send him flowing out with a smaller stream of his own, but at least it beat better than having blue balls. He felt so exhausted, falling on the pillows nearby face first. His breathing was intense still, the pants audible with some traces of moaning fading away slowly and surely.

“That was...great...” he said at last, his dark olive-skinned hand finding its way to Aryin’s chest. He probably shouldn’t move as much for now given how this felt like one intense workout. For now, he just wanted to rest, but not for too long. He would be lying if he said the smell of their intense and unprotected love making had yet to reach his nose. He rose up just a bit to finally take the room in his sights. By now, the sweating had taken all of his drunkenness out and he was quite aware. This was just their secret though, unless he could find a way to get Aryin to go back to his old ways.

“Hey,” he stated while looking a bit star-eyed with love in Aryin’s eyes, Larry finding his way on top of him just to casually run his hands through his hair. “We should probably shower off and straighten up, huh?”

He had to have had plenty of spare linen to change out for such an occasion.

[Sam260]

Aryin felt completely drained after the romp they had, his breathing was still slightly erratic but was coming back to more normal rhythms rather quickly; given his own strict work-out routine, sex hardly affected him, but still... he was definitely affected, just not in a more physical way. It was rather emotional, his first time with Larry had been intense and exactly what he had always looked for in a partner.

Aryin caught the hand on his chest and brought it up to his lips, leaving a small kiss on the inside of Larry's palm before setting it back down on his chest - it felt right, being there. The room reeked of their passion, but it was an intoxicating scent all together, burning Aryin's nostrils with its own intensity. He, too, was having similar thoughts to Larry - but, he wanted to get Larry out of this life of crime and destruction, save the innocence that was still left inside of his lover; build a life together with him.

Then Larry was speaking, and he opened his eyes to look at the younger man "Shower... Yeah, sounds like a good idea." Aryin nodded his head and, lightly slapping Larry on his ass, he tumbled the younger man back onto the mattress, kissed him sweetly on the lips and then proceeded to climb off of it. The immediate cold and loneliness he felt when not being right there, connected to Larry, even in just the simplest of intimate ways, was staggering and so foreign to Aryin that it made him shutter slightly.

Only just a few hours ago had he met this man, and already there was a love blossoming in his chest; something strong and intense, just like their passion for one another had been. Aryin shook his head minutely and led the way into the bathroom; they would shower, change the sheets, and perhaps they could just lay in bed together, cuddled close and talk - He did like to talk, but only to those he felt most connected too.

[Klayko]

Now he felt it. His rear certainly felt like fire, but nothing he could not manage. Walking straight though, that was a different story. Aryin did not have to embrace the loneliness for long however. A firm grasp held on to his hand as the short and muscular male grinned. In return, Larry gave Aryin a strong squeeze to his own bubbled rear.

“So does the door, as they put it, swing both ways,” he inquired. “Not that I’m looking to open it tonight. Once was enough for me.”

Maybe this could continue more to the point it was not seen as just once in a lifetime opportunity. Given he was already naked as much as Aryin was, all he ever needed to do was to just venture forth into the steamy shower with the taller and older male. It was there his dominant side reappeared, turning Aryin around despite his shorter stature, a means of casually catering to the male as if he were royalty. He ran a hand across Aryin’s waist naturally, letting the water help massage Aryin’s body as he applied soap and used the towel.

[Sam260]

Aryin chuckled as he and Larry got into the steamy hot shower together, Larry's hand on his ass "The door... it does swing both ways, yes..." he said quietly, resting his forehead against Larry's as the two got wet under the spray from both shower heads - he did not want to think about how far his own door swung, or what would happen if Larry and he ended up doing more tonight than just Larry losing one type of his virginity.

Aryin shut the thoughts down quickly, focusing on soaping up Larry's body as well as teasing the younger man - playing with his nipples, rubbing his crack with wet soapy fingers. Unfortunately, the shower only lasted so long and they were both out and drying off "So, do you have to get back downstairs or...?" he asked uncertainly.

They had only been away from the party for approximately three hours, but still it was going strong outside - his family, illegitimate and legitimate, surely knew how to party well into the morning hours... It would likely be four AM before the sound died down and people started heading home, or to sleep somewhere in the mansion. Just in case, Aryin locked his bedroom door, not wanting someone to think his room was available for slumber.

[Klayko]

“Great,” Larry chuckled. “Cause I definitely wouldn’t mind doing this again. Just in different positions.”

The shower had ended, Larry feeling what he considered to be clean. Like a maid however, he had no issues doing away with the musked up bed sheets and fabrics, helping Aryin fix everything before sitting on the bed.

“No,” Larry said a bit puzzled. “Usually they’re on my case about being front and center, but not tonight.”

He would have thought they would text him by now, especially if Romeo himself wanted to see Larry and flaunt him around in a drunken state. A father knew their child well though. If Aryin asked about someone personally and neither were seen for quite some time, two and two could be put together.

“What about you? Does your father want you around out there?”

[Sam260]

Aryin shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed, his back to Larry "No... Not particularly. I was only invited to the wedding because Vanessa is my cousin. Had it been anyone else? No invite would have been extended... I'm sure you remember the wedding last week - the two gay guys? I wasn't here for that..." Aryin shrugged and ran his hands along his thighs slowly.

"It's uncommon for me to be invited... I try not to come here unannounced because I never know what could be happening." Aryin sighed quietly and laid back, his head promptly falling into Larry's lap as he looked up at the younger man "I'm not welcomed here, often." he added just as quietly.

Aryin closed his eyes for a moment, soaking up Larry's warmth, trying to calm the rage he felt inside of him about his screwed up family situation "Larry... Are you too tired to fuck me to sleep?" Aryin asked boldly, looking up at his lover with a sad pair of green eyes.

(We can of course skip this, if Larry decides to agree to fuck Aryin to sleep lol and do a time-jump to another future point.)

[Klayko]

“Who could forget it,” Larry said with a chuckle. “Both of the men there acted a little less than men when their reception did not go so well.”

It was true though, both the men and their extreme feminine diva demeanors and Aryin not being there. Larry smiled faintly at feeling the other rub against his thighs. There was a hurt inside of Aryin and Larry could not help but wonder if trying to convince him to return to such a life was actually a good thing. Maybe in a way, he should sort of avoid Aryin if that were the case. He would be lying if he said he did not like being this close to him however. It was like another side of Larry that he usually kept repressed came out that night.

“I could not say no to such mopey eyes,” he continued when Aryin asked if he would like to take the opportunity to return the favor. “It’s going to cost you another bath though. Seeing blood has uh made me favor cleanliness.”

He smiled before a much more aggressive streak took over and pulled Aryin close. If it was a fucking he wanted, Larry would deliver. Larry wished he did deliver his promise of cleaning up afterwards though, but in truth, he was already exhausted. After having sex with Aryin once more, he just closed his eyes for a few. By sunrise however, he was gone. The window was open and he was nowhere to be seen, not even any of his clothes. He did not know how most would take him being around Aryin, even with the room door locked. This way, Aryin had the luxury of awaking and being able to slip out himself with no thought of personal feelings getting in the way.

Larry had his job to still do after all. That in itself was a delivery errand and given his skills to free run around places, he would be in and out.

[Sam260]

Aryin woke up the next morning feeling tired still, his entire body ached - but it was a good ache. He looked to the other side of the bed he was sleeping in - it was empty and cold. Aryin was mildly upset at not waking up in Larry's arms and wished that the other man had stayed with him, but he also understood that it would be a disadvantage for Larry to have been found sleeping in his childhood bedroom, naked and with another man - especially if that man was Aryin.

So, with a shower and a quick hello to both his sister and father, Aryin left the San Fran villa - he did not see Larry at all as he ventured downstairs though, and figured that the man was off doing... other things. He was upset, naturally. Yet another potential boyfriend, ruined either by the fact that he was a cop... Or there just was something that was not there for them - Aryin's depressed stupor worsened at the thought and he went back to his apartment, feeling just a little less attractive and a lot more ready to just end his life the way he had planned to do a few months ago - even though things always seemed to get in the way of doing that.

---

A few weeks later:

Aryin was lying in his bed, curled up around his stomach - it had been a rough few weeks, he was more depressed than ever and he did not know how to retract his brain from the depression he did feel. Not only that, but he had come down with some sort of flu or virus; constantly throwing up and tired, aching everywhere. He had taken the week off just to nurse himself back to health, but none of it seemed to be working.

Aryin had also tried contacting Larry - having gotten the young man's number from his ever faithful sister. There was not a peep from Larry in any form. He had tried asking if something had gone wrong with the night they spent together, tried asking to meet for coffee away from the police station and his father's villa, and had even given Larry his apartment address, asking him to come by when he had a chance - none of the text messages had been answered though, only worsening how he felt both mentally and physically.

[Klayko]

It wasn’t like he wanted to ignore Aryin. There were just priorities taking the top spot over what was called a silly one time fling. Not Laruentius’s words himself, rather those a little concerned. They even brought up another question: If he was so certain he could have brought the little secret relationship open, why hadn’t he done so? As a result, the matter of college exams, working at a coffee shop of all places to brush up on his skills and a few delivery runs had more precedence over Aryin. He had been going for close to four weeks and well, his body seemingly gave in to the exhaustion one morning.

His balance felt really off and he just felt really bad. Nausea was there particularly, but that was nothing less than having a quick fix of Ginger tea. He felt a bit more better, but the exhaustion was still there. He would just have to take the day a little more slow, a white track jacket and gray sweatpants worn as he looked fit for a jog. He glanced at his phone, seeing another missed call and voicemail from his what he registered as Aryin. He did not know who it was the first few times until the texts came. To think he might have actually made Aryin feel such a way about him.

As he walked through the city, he kept the backpack he carried rather tight. No chances could be taken with the contents inside slipping out. There weren’t drugs, but it was a rather expensive package all the same, some that most could try to kill for. He had a rather luxurious client to deliver it out to as well, a large building towering over him as he glanced at the complex of which the lofty resided. With a deep breath, he entered inside the lobby, his guard still held even then as he pressed a button to take him to the twentieth floor in the elevator. He would be in and out.

[Sam260]

Aryin was sick and tired, literally and not so literally. He was tired of staring at his bedroom wall, and sick of being cooped up inside of his penthouse suite... He just didn't feel like going anywhere, but he had to get out of the building; thinking perhaps some fresh air would do him some good. Aryin fumbled on a pair of sweats and a long sweatshirt... He looked absolutely terrible, he had been losing weight like crazy and his hair was getting long and unruly, on not only the top of his head but his face as well.

He looked nothing like he did four weeks ago, the last time he experienced even a modicum of happiness... If only for a little while. Aryin wanted to just crawl back into bed and go back to sleep, but the apartment and he needed a break from one another. Aryin grabbed his keys, wallet, and despite the homeless look he was now sporting, he also grabbed his long leather jacket - he was also always cold now, it seemed. He thought he was dying, and silently... Well, he welcomed death, would embrace it should it come for him.

Aryin stepped out of his apartment, which happened to be on the twentieth floor and right in front of the elevator doors. He and one other man lived on this floor, an associate of his fathers, Mr. Romano. They were friendly with each other, since Mr. Romano was not technically a mafia man. In fact, he was a very highly acclaimed businessmen, he owned a lot of the storefronts that the Ancelotti's operated as legal fronts for their illegal activities. He also owned this very building, which is how Aryin was able to afford living in such an expensive place -- Sure the floors below were cheaper, but there was also less security the further down you went; the only way to gain access to the twentieth floor was if you knew the two tenants who lived there or if you had a security code.

His living arrangement was simple, really. He paid his rent on time, which was bare minimum payment at best for such a luxurious spot. But his home was a content of discussion many of times through his career as an officer, especially with the guys in Internal Affairs, they loved snooping around in his financials - simply because of who his father was. But they never found anything remotely worth looking into when it came to Aryin and had to drop their cases against him, more often than not - Of course, he had a trust fund from his mother's passing, he barely dipped into it unless things were tight - they seldom were since he didn't own a vehicle outright, he borrowed his father's SUV, since his father had plenty enough cars to go around, and Mr. Romano made sure to cover all of his other expenses like electricity and running water - He was spoiled, he knew that, and it didn't make him feel good, but he never did look a gift horse in the mouth.

Aryin stood now, in front of the elevator, waiting for it to make it's slow ascent up to his floor - that was the one thing he wished he could change, the elevator speed... Especially now as his stomach continued doing flips back and forth. He leaned against the cool marble facade of the wall, waiting to hear the 'bing' that signified the Elevator's arrival.

[Klayko]

There were many elevators, butceven with six everything felt like an eternity. The stops were frequent. If it was not a chatty Kathy who wanted everyone to hear their conversation, it was a child whose parent refused to contain their tantrum. Thank the heavens for a headset and music because he might have gotten a little more annoyed than he already was. As the elevator chimed, our went Larry at long last, no attention being paid other than the fact he was finally free of the nightmare. Running smack into someone else however, that was not a part of the plan. He groaned as he glanced. Right before him, or what he collected of himself to stand anyways, was Aryin himself. The thought had hardly crossed Larry’s mind that he was going to his apartment, building rather, to deliver something for Romeo. Talk about awkward.

“Buongiorno,” he said. Good morning. It was still a nervous response however as he looked everywhere else but directly at Aryin himself.

[Sam260]

Aryin blinked in surprise when he went to get on the elevator, only to be knocked back slightly by someone exiting - Only to realize that that person was Larry. Aryin immediately felt sick to his stomach, his face going a bit green as he clamped his mouth shut, breathing through his nose in slow and deep breaths.

After several minutes, Aryin nodded his head "Morning..." he said weakly, and it was the worst idea to open his mouth. Thank god there was a trash can right by the elevator doors. Aryin lunged and dunked his head into the empty waste basket, puking up his guts once again - that had to have been the tenth time, just that morning.

Aryin clung to the basket for dear life, a raw sob escaping his mouth as the nausea seemed to overwhelm him, not wanting to stop even as he was dry heaving.

[Klayko]

Atta boy, Larry. Get the man who had a one night stand to green up and run for the trash can. That certainly was not the reaction he was expecting. Larry once got slapped by an ex because he moved on over her. He was expecting Aryin to have punched him or something. Instead, he was at a trash can and crying. Boy, he rather have taken the child and the temper tantrums over what was occurring. He knelt down, resting a hand on his back to help ease the retching.

“Deep breaths,” he stated as he rubbed his back. He still had a delivery to handle, but Larry would be lying to himself if he faked not being concerned about Aryin. He looked like a pale comparison of himself weeks ago. He remained there until he was certain the police officer was doing much better. In truth, he was not really sure what to say to the male. Sorry for ignoring you these past weeks? It’s not you, it’s totally me? He sighed.