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Julius’s hair as they rutted together with frantic urgency, prick to prick, mouth to mouth, with the pent-up need of weeks. Harry kept kissing him, hard and eager and undeniably experienced, his tongue sweeping Julius’s mouth, making him shudder, his hands working smoothly, pulling hair and cock at once as though he would drag Julius into him. Julius thrust back, kneading Harry’s flesh, felt his groan.
Harry was young, but Julius was desperate, and they spent within seconds and almost simultaneously, both into the hand that Julius had clapped over the tops of their pricks at the last moment. He was wearing his new gray satin waistcoat, after all. If he fired his shot on it, the stain would never come out.
They stood together in the dark, shoulders heaving, Harry’s mouth still locked over Julius’s lips as the pleasure subsided. Harry’s cock was still hard in Julius’s hand: warm, ridged, thick.
Harry pulled away first. “I wish we’d done that before.”
“It might have interfered with your lessons,” Julius pointed out with an effort at his normal tone, reaching for his handkerchief with his less sticky hand.
“It would have helped me concentrate.” There was very definitely a smile in Harry’s voice. “Could we do it again?”
Julius rubbed the handkerchief over his palm, wiping away the mess. “Have a heart, we’re not all twenty-three.”
Harry spluttered. “I don’t mean now. Look, I don’t know how gentlemen do this, if there’s an etiquette.” There was a laugh in his voice. “But I’ve wanted you so badly for weeks, and if you’d like to fuck, I’d love to fuck with you.”
As simple as that?
Julius thought, and then realized that yes, of course it was as simple as that. As simple as Harry’s hand on his prick, his laugh in his ears. “I could doubtless manage that.”
“Well, don’t let me press you to anything.” Harry sounded a little offended, just a touch, but Julius’s stomach plunged in the most absurd fashion and he found himself putting a hand out, aiming in the dark for Harry’s arm, instead meeting his hip.
“Harry, you have a position to establish. I’ve no desire to distract you from that. But…” He tugged Harry closer, allowed himself the indulgence of slipping a hand inside the open waistband of his breeches, fingers against firm, warm skin. “I may have given you some thought over the past weeks too. And if you should wish to, while we’re here…” There was surely no harm in that. He tightened his hand on Harry’s arse and felt a responsive grip on his own, tugging their bodies together again.
“Mmm.” Harry’s lips found his jawline, kissed their way along, up to his earlobe, sending sensation quivering over his skin. Julius arched his neck by instinct, felt his knees bending. “I do wish to, yes. And will you show me how gentlemen do it?” Teeth closed gently on Julius’s earlobe and he heard his own exhalation.
“Yes. God.” Julius groaned. “I have a lowering suspicion that you may tutor me.” Harry was licking and biting his ear now, tongue caressing the ridges of flesh, and Julius pushed against him. This was in no way what he’d imagined, so very much better. Ridiculously, disturbingly good. He wanted Harry to rip off his cravat and do that to the rest of his neck and all the way down. He sagged against the wall with a helpless moan.
“Oh, you do like that. Mmm.” Harry’s hand delved between his legs again, fingers curling around his balls in gentle ownership. Julius inhaled sharply. “Are we best here or retiring to a room?”
“Here.” It was safe in the drapes’ disguise, no danger of discovery by roaming servants. Ash and Francis would not notice an orgy on the hall floor, or care if they saw one. And, mostly, it was dark.
It was so much easier in the dark.
Chapter 5
The next few days were among the most simply happy Julius had spent since boyhood.
Harry was every bit as eager and ardent as his most fevered
Harry was young, but Julius was desperate, and they spent within seconds and almost simultaneously, both into the hand that Julius had clapped over the tops of their pricks at the last moment. He was wearing his new gray satin waistcoat, after all. If he fired his shot on it, the stain would never come out.
They stood together in the dark, shoulders heaving, Harry’s mouth still locked over Julius’s lips as the pleasure subsided. Harry’s cock was still hard in Julius’s hand: warm, ridged, thick.
Harry pulled away first. “I wish we’d done that before.”
“It might have interfered with your lessons,” Julius pointed out with an effort at his normal tone, reaching for his handkerchief with his less sticky hand.
“It would have helped me concentrate.” There was very definitely a smile in Harry’s voice. “Could we do it again?”
Julius rubbed the handkerchief over his palm, wiping away the mess. “Have a heart, we’re not all twenty-three.”
Harry spluttered. “I don’t mean now. Look, I don’t know how gentlemen do this, if there’s an etiquette.” There was a laugh in his voice. “But I’ve wanted you so badly for weeks, and if you’d like to fuck, I’d love to fuck with you.”
As simple as that?
Julius thought, and then realized that yes, of course it was as simple as that. As simple as Harry’s hand on his prick, his laugh in his ears. “I could doubtless manage that.”
“Well, don’t let me press you to anything.” Harry sounded a little offended, just a touch, but Julius’s stomach plunged in the most absurd fashion and he found himself putting a hand out, aiming in the dark for Harry’s arm, instead meeting his hip.
“Harry, you have a position to establish. I’ve no desire to distract you from that. But…” He tugged Harry closer, allowed himself the indulgence of slipping a hand inside the open waistband of his breeches, fingers against firm, warm skin. “I may have given you some thought over the past weeks too. And if you should wish to, while we’re here…” There was surely no harm in that. He tightened his hand on Harry’s arse and felt a responsive grip on his own, tugging their bodies together again.
“Mmm.” Harry’s lips found his jawline, kissed their way along, up to his earlobe, sending sensation quivering over his skin. Julius arched his neck by instinct, felt his knees bending. “I do wish to, yes. And will you show me how gentlemen do it?” Teeth closed gently on Julius’s earlobe and he heard his own exhalation.
“Yes. God.” Julius groaned. “I have a lowering suspicion that you may tutor me.” Harry was licking and biting his ear now, tongue caressing the ridges of flesh, and Julius pushed against him. This was in no way what he’d imagined, so very much better. Ridiculously, disturbingly good. He wanted Harry to rip off his cravat and do that to the rest of his neck and all the way down. He sagged against the wall with a helpless moan.
“Oh, you do like that. Mmm.” Harry’s hand delved between his legs again, fingers curling around his balls in gentle ownership. Julius inhaled sharply. “Are we best here or retiring to a room?”
“Here.” It was safe in the drapes’ disguise, no danger of discovery by roaming servants. Ash and Francis would not notice an orgy on the hall floor, or care if they saw one. And, mostly, it was dark.
It was so much easier in the dark.
Chapter 5
The next few days were among the most simply happy Julius had spent since boyhood.
Harry was every bit as eager and ardent as his most fevered
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