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"Does that feel good?" he asked, massaging first one
then the other of Alex's balls, rolling them in his hand
and letting them slide free as they wished, recapturing
them with lazy ease.
"You must know it does," Alex replied, with as much
spirit as he could manage given he was fighting to hold
back his finish.
"And this?" Julian pushed his hand between Alex's
thighs, not to slide a finger inside Alex's hole, as he'd
half-expected, but to caress the smooth strip of skin
behind his balls. The firm press of a finger against it sent
a jolt of arousal though Alex, strong enough to make
him murmur Julian's name almost in protest. He'd never
known a touch there could bring such pleasure, but
Julian clearly had. To have Julian so knowledgeable
about Alex's body& he didn't resent it exactly, but it
made him wonder at himself and how timid he'd been in
learning his own body.
He wet his lips and reached out his hand waveringly
to cup Julian's face. "How do you know what to do to
me? How can you make me feel so undone so easily?"
Julian turned his head to kiss Alex's hand. "Truthfully,
I'm not doing anything to you that's out of the ordinary,
sweetheart. You've just never been with a lover who
cared about your pleasure as well as his. Foolish,
because both involved gain when delight is experienced
equally. But don't think of me as something special. I
hope I'm a satisfactory lover with some small skill, but
you could throw a stone in a crowd and be sure of
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striking someone just as capable of making your toes
curl as I."
"They are curling," Alex said with a grin. "How did
you know?"
Julian narrowed his eyes and, aided by the oil coating
his fingers, breached Alex's hole with a smooth stab,
wiping the smile from Alex's face as he writhed like a
hooked fish. "Oh Lady! Julian!"
"Mm-hmm." Julian sounded indecently pleased with
himself as he worked his finger in and out, slow,
shallow strokes that had Alex whimpering as he tried to
get Julian to push in deeper. "You'll like it when I fuck
you. I'll be so gentle with you, Pippin, so slow. You'll
curse me, bite and scratch at me, begging for me to take
you hard and fast, but I won't."
Alex set his jaw. "Maybe you will, but tonight it will
be me fucking you, Master Melville, and for all that
you're on top, it could be that you'll be doing some
begging of your own." With a defiant tilt of his chin, he
reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock,
noting with some pride it was indeed considerably
thicker than Julian's and an inch or two longer. Foolish
to feel proud over something that, like his green eyes,
had been gifted by the Lady, but he didn't think he was
the only man to feel that way.
He kept his touch light, feigning the act rather than
performing it, but even that was enough to make him
catch his breath on a groan.
"That," Julian said, knocking Alex's hand away with
a swift smack, "is for me. Leave it alone."
"If it's yours, why, take it," Alex taunted him, feeling
mischievous and conscious of a wellspring of happiness
bubbling up, quite distinct from his lust. It was in that
moment he realized both that he liked Julian and that he
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loved him. Buoyed up by his conviction, the events of
the day before -- for it was close to dawn -- ceased to
hold as much importance. It had been dreadful to sit
there with that booming voice branding him as a
criminal and worse, but Julian had not cared, beyond his
concern for Alex, and that was all that mattered.
"Trust me, I plan to do that very thing." Julian eyed it,
reminding Alex of a small boy he'd seen holding a slice
of pie too big for his mouth. "Do not, I beg of you, thrust
up. You'll split me wide enough as it is, and I have no
wish to be hobbling around, unable to sit comfortably
tomorrow."
"I promise."
Julian moved, poised himself so the head of Alex's
cock was nudging his hole, and bore down. His cry
blended with Alex's, and they stared at each other, all
merriment lost in the surge of desire.
"Lady, yes," Julian muttered and lowered himself,
gaining an inch and then ceding it back. Alex gritted his
teeth and reminded himself of his promise. He could see
now why Julian had asked it of him; the urge to fuck
was too basic to be denied. He wanted to be the one
thrusting, then withdrawing; he craved the delicious
friction and the sense of control.
Sweat pearled Julian's brow, his face tight. Silent but
for the harsh rasp of his breath, he was a glorious sight
in Alex's eyes, the strong body concentrating on one
goal, his face flushed, his nipples peaked. His prick was
darkly red, the exposed head shining, clear fluid
smeared across it, a single drop welling up as Alex
watched. Tired of his passivity, he ran his finger over
the crown and gathered the drop, wringing a moan from
Julian in the process.
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"Don't& touch me," Julian panted. "Ah, blood and
darkness--"
Alex sucked his finger clean, no intent to tease
behind the action, just sheer curiosity. The flavor was
too faint to make much impression, certainly not as
intense as that of Julian's seed. Julian closed his eyes
and sank still deeper.
The hot clench of Julian's body was like a fist around
Alex's shaft. Julian finally sheathed Alex's cock fully,
letting out a long groan, his head thrown back, and for
the first time in his life, Alex felt truly joined to another.
Foolish, inconsequential thoughts chased through his
head. He wondered what he would see if his prick had
eyes, then reflected it would surely be dark and wanted
to giggle. He felt the loss of the sight of his prick, buried
deep as it was, as if it was no longer attached to him.
Chiding himself, he brought his hands to Julian's hips,
caressing as much as holding them. Julian's eyes were
still closed, his breath rapid and shallow. Alex raised
himself up on one elbow and, with his increased reach,
slid his hand over Julian's ass and down to where they
were joined. He explored the taut, stretched skin of
Julian's hole, slick with oil, and when Julian hissed
through his teeth, Alex snatched his hand away, his
dreamy detachment vanishing as suddenly as a popped
soap bubble.
His prick was inside Julian. Inside. Lady save him,
but it felt incredible. He didn't even need Julian to move.
Julian's passage was continually clenching and releasing
around him, producing a delightful rippling effect, and
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"Does that feel good?" he asked, massaging first one
then the other of Alex's balls, rolling them in his hand
and letting them slide free as they wished, recapturing
them with lazy ease.
"You must know it does," Alex replied, with as much
spirit as he could manage given he was fighting to hold
back his finish.
"And this?" Julian pushed his hand between Alex's
thighs, not to slide a finger inside Alex's hole, as he'd
half-expected, but to caress the smooth strip of skin
behind his balls. The firm press of a finger against it sent
a jolt of arousal though Alex, strong enough to make
him murmur Julian's name almost in protest. He'd never
known a touch there could bring such pleasure, but
Julian clearly had. To have Julian so knowledgeable
about Alex's body& he didn't resent it exactly, but it
made him wonder at himself and how timid he'd been in
learning his own body.
He wet his lips and reached out his hand waveringly
to cup Julian's face. "How do you know what to do to
me? How can you make me feel so undone so easily?"
Julian turned his head to kiss Alex's hand. "Truthfully,
I'm not doing anything to you that's out of the ordinary,
sweetheart. You've just never been with a lover who
cared about your pleasure as well as his. Foolish,
because both involved gain when delight is experienced
equally. But don't think of me as something special. I
hope I'm a satisfactory lover with some small skill, but
you could throw a stone in a crowd and be sure of
Spoken from the Heart - 145
striking someone just as capable of making your toes
curl as I."
"They are curling," Alex said with a grin. "How did
you know?"
Julian narrowed his eyes and, aided by the oil coating
his fingers, breached Alex's hole with a smooth stab,
wiping the smile from Alex's face as he writhed like a
hooked fish. "Oh Lady! Julian!"
"Mm-hmm." Julian sounded indecently pleased with
himself as he worked his finger in and out, slow,
shallow strokes that had Alex whimpering as he tried to
get Julian to push in deeper. "You'll like it when I fuck
you. I'll be so gentle with you, Pippin, so slow. You'll
curse me, bite and scratch at me, begging for me to take
you hard and fast, but I won't."
Alex set his jaw. "Maybe you will, but tonight it will
be me fucking you, Master Melville, and for all that
you're on top, it could be that you'll be doing some
begging of your own." With a defiant tilt of his chin, he
reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock,
noting with some pride it was indeed considerably
thicker than Julian's and an inch or two longer. Foolish
to feel proud over something that, like his green eyes,
had been gifted by the Lady, but he didn't think he was
the only man to feel that way.
He kept his touch light, feigning the act rather than
performing it, but even that was enough to make him
catch his breath on a groan.
"That," Julian said, knocking Alex's hand away with
a swift smack, "is for me. Leave it alone."
"If it's yours, why, take it," Alex taunted him, feeling
mischievous and conscious of a wellspring of happiness
bubbling up, quite distinct from his lust. It was in that
moment he realized both that he liked Julian and that he
Spoken from the Heart - 146
loved him. Buoyed up by his conviction, the events of
the day before -- for it was close to dawn -- ceased to
hold as much importance. It had been dreadful to sit
there with that booming voice branding him as a
criminal and worse, but Julian had not cared, beyond his
concern for Alex, and that was all that mattered.
"Trust me, I plan to do that very thing." Julian eyed it,
reminding Alex of a small boy he'd seen holding a slice
of pie too big for his mouth. "Do not, I beg of you, thrust
up. You'll split me wide enough as it is, and I have no
wish to be hobbling around, unable to sit comfortably
tomorrow."
"I promise."
Julian moved, poised himself so the head of Alex's
cock was nudging his hole, and bore down. His cry
blended with Alex's, and they stared at each other, all
merriment lost in the surge of desire.
"Lady, yes," Julian muttered and lowered himself,
gaining an inch and then ceding it back. Alex gritted his
teeth and reminded himself of his promise. He could see
now why Julian had asked it of him; the urge to fuck
was too basic to be denied. He wanted to be the one
thrusting, then withdrawing; he craved the delicious
friction and the sense of control.
Sweat pearled Julian's brow, his face tight. Silent but
for the harsh rasp of his breath, he was a glorious sight
in Alex's eyes, the strong body concentrating on one
goal, his face flushed, his nipples peaked. His prick was
darkly red, the exposed head shining, clear fluid
smeared across it, a single drop welling up as Alex
watched. Tired of his passivity, he ran his finger over
the crown and gathered the drop, wringing a moan from
Julian in the process.
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"Don't& touch me," Julian panted. "Ah, blood and
darkness--"
Alex sucked his finger clean, no intent to tease
behind the action, just sheer curiosity. The flavor was
too faint to make much impression, certainly not as
intense as that of Julian's seed. Julian closed his eyes
and sank still deeper.
The hot clench of Julian's body was like a fist around
Alex's shaft. Julian finally sheathed Alex's cock fully,
letting out a long groan, his head thrown back, and for
the first time in his life, Alex felt truly joined to another.
Foolish, inconsequential thoughts chased through his
head. He wondered what he would see if his prick had
eyes, then reflected it would surely be dark and wanted
to giggle. He felt the loss of the sight of his prick, buried
deep as it was, as if it was no longer attached to him.
Chiding himself, he brought his hands to Julian's hips,
caressing as much as holding them. Julian's eyes were
still closed, his breath rapid and shallow. Alex raised
himself up on one elbow and, with his increased reach,
slid his hand over Julian's ass and down to where they
were joined. He explored the taut, stretched skin of
Julian's hole, slick with oil, and when Julian hissed
through his teeth, Alex snatched his hand away, his
dreamy detachment vanishing as suddenly as a popped
soap bubble.
His prick was inside Julian. Inside. Lady save him,
but it felt incredible. He didn't even need Julian to move.
Julian's passage was continually clenching and releasing
around him, producing a delightful rippling effect, and
the heat was like nothing he could have imagined. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]