them.
His chest suddenly felt lighter, as if a weight had lifted. That reluctance, the sense of…hesitation gone. In its place, rock-solid certainty.
Yes, indeed. Thorn had been correct those months ago. They would be all right.
* * *
“Thorn, truly.” Arthur tried, yet again, to get through the man’s thick skull. He shifted on the bed, but Thorn followed, the long line of bare skin against skin unbroken, squashing his effort to put even an inch of space between them. “I’ve had a long day and—”
“I know.” Thorn coasted his hand down Arthur’s abdomen. His erection pressed into Arthur’s hip, shouting his expectations louder than the scandalous words he’d been whispering in Arthur’s ear since they had walked into his bedchamber. “I told you I’d see to everything tonight.”
Persistent fingers wrapped around Arthur’s prick, which barely approached semierect . He closed his eyes and focused on those talented fingers, on the hot breaths skimming his ear, the willing body plastered to his side. Tried to prod that spark of desire. Tried to let it flare beneath the noxious mass of ever-mounting frustration and the exhaustion pulling hard and heavy on his mind, but…
Damnation . Why did every night need to end in sex? Why the hell couldn’t Thorn be content with nothing more than a kiss?
Of course, Thorn had the energy to fuck. The man did nothing all day and had the luxury of sleeping until noon, or whenever the hell he decided to roll himself out of bed, whereas Arthur worked. Had responsibilities and employees, including a not so intelligent one, and a desk piled with papers courtesy of clients who constantly changed their damned minds and a demanding new one who expected nothing short of perfection.
Thorn nipped at his ear. “Everything. Anything you want, Arthur, it’s yours.”
He wanted some goddamn sleep.
“Do you want to fuck my mouth? Or do you want me to suck on your ballocks?” He finally relinquished Arthur’s now limp prick and drifted his fingers below to cup Arthur’s ballocks. “Perhaps lick your arse ? I love how you feel under my tongue when your body opens for me. I wonder if I can coax your hole to open enough to take a couple fingers alongside my tongue. Shall I try?”
No . Arthur gritted his teeth to keep the word inside.
Soft lips brushed his shoulder, pressed a kiss there, and then began to drift lower. He grabbed Thorn by the upper arm, intent on keeping him from ducking beneath the blankets. In one seamless motion, Thorn moved to straddle his waist.
“Thorn, please, I—”
Lips slanted over his own, cutting off a fresh attempt to tell Thorn no without actually using the word. Maybe if he did not kiss Thorn back, the man would get the hint.
Undeterred, Thorn dragged his mouth across Arthur’s cheek. “I know what I want.” Pure sin soaked the words purred in his ear, yet rather than arouse, it served only to test the limits of his fraying patience. “I want your cock in my arse . Want to feel you stretch me wide, stuff me full. Want you to make me so sore I’ll wince whenever I sit down tomorrow.”
Crouched over Arthur, Thorn rotated his hips, rubbing his ballocks across Arthur’s prick that wasn’t at all capable of stretching anything wide at the moment.
“Enough, Thorn.” Planting his hands on his lover’s chest, he pushed. Hard.
Cool air whisked across his chest as the heat of Thorn’s body disappeared.
A heavy thump rent the air.
Arthur went utterly still.
No, no . He hadn’t actually…
Breath held, he blinked up into the darkness, the mattress beneath him perfectly, ominously motionless.
Thick and stifling, dread descended, sent his heart slamming against his ribs. He forced himself to push up and look beside him. In the weak light from his small hearth, he could make out a shadowed form standing up next to the bed.
Guilt
His chest suddenly felt lighter, as if a weight had lifted. That reluctance, the sense of…hesitation gone. In its place, rock-solid certainty.
Yes, indeed. Thorn had been correct those months ago. They would be all right.
* * *
“Thorn, truly.” Arthur tried, yet again, to get through the man’s thick skull. He shifted on the bed, but Thorn followed, the long line of bare skin against skin unbroken, squashing his effort to put even an inch of space between them. “I’ve had a long day and—”
“I know.” Thorn coasted his hand down Arthur’s abdomen. His erection pressed into Arthur’s hip, shouting his expectations louder than the scandalous words he’d been whispering in Arthur’s ear since they had walked into his bedchamber. “I told you I’d see to everything tonight.”
Persistent fingers wrapped around Arthur’s prick, which barely approached semierect . He closed his eyes and focused on those talented fingers, on the hot breaths skimming his ear, the willing body plastered to his side. Tried to prod that spark of desire. Tried to let it flare beneath the noxious mass of ever-mounting frustration and the exhaustion pulling hard and heavy on his mind, but…
Damnation . Why did every night need to end in sex? Why the hell couldn’t Thorn be content with nothing more than a kiss?
Of course, Thorn had the energy to fuck. The man did nothing all day and had the luxury of sleeping until noon, or whenever the hell he decided to roll himself out of bed, whereas Arthur worked. Had responsibilities and employees, including a not so intelligent one, and a desk piled with papers courtesy of clients who constantly changed their damned minds and a demanding new one who expected nothing short of perfection.
Thorn nipped at his ear. “Everything. Anything you want, Arthur, it’s yours.”
He wanted some goddamn sleep.
“Do you want to fuck my mouth? Or do you want me to suck on your ballocks?” He finally relinquished Arthur’s now limp prick and drifted his fingers below to cup Arthur’s ballocks. “Perhaps lick your arse ? I love how you feel under my tongue when your body opens for me. I wonder if I can coax your hole to open enough to take a couple fingers alongside my tongue. Shall I try?”
No . Arthur gritted his teeth to keep the word inside.
Soft lips brushed his shoulder, pressed a kiss there, and then began to drift lower. He grabbed Thorn by the upper arm, intent on keeping him from ducking beneath the blankets. In one seamless motion, Thorn moved to straddle his waist.
“Thorn, please, I—”
Lips slanted over his own, cutting off a fresh attempt to tell Thorn no without actually using the word. Maybe if he did not kiss Thorn back, the man would get the hint.
Undeterred, Thorn dragged his mouth across Arthur’s cheek. “I know what I want.” Pure sin soaked the words purred in his ear, yet rather than arouse, it served only to test the limits of his fraying patience. “I want your cock in my arse . Want to feel you stretch me wide, stuff me full. Want you to make me so sore I’ll wince whenever I sit down tomorrow.”
Crouched over Arthur, Thorn rotated his hips, rubbing his ballocks across Arthur’s prick that wasn’t at all capable of stretching anything wide at the moment.
“Enough, Thorn.” Planting his hands on his lover’s chest, he pushed. Hard.
Cool air whisked across his chest as the heat of Thorn’s body disappeared.
A heavy thump rent the air.
Arthur went utterly still.
No, no . He hadn’t actually…
Breath held, he blinked up into the darkness, the mattress beneath him perfectly, ominously motionless.
Thick and stifling, dread descended, sent his heart slamming against his ribs. He forced himself to push up and look beside him. In the weak light from his small hearth, he could make out a shadowed form standing up next to the bed.
Guilt
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