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“I do want it,” Henry said, almost desperately. “Please, Christopher. Tell me what you want.”
For several beats, they stared at one another, then Kit stepped towards him and choked out, “Suck me, then. I want your mouth on me.”
Henry moaned and the sound went straight to Kit’s cock, his already-hard shaft stiffening further in his breeches.Christ.
Henry lifted shaking fingers and began unfastening the buttons at the placket of Kit’s breeches while Kit stripped off first his coat and then his waistcoat, tossing them aside. By the time he was tearing off his neckcloth, Henry had his breeches undone and was reaching into his drawers to pull out his engorged shaft.
Henry groaned at the sight. He leaned forward and rubbed his face along the length of Kit’s cock, before kissing the tip and then taking it into his mouth.
Kit cried out at the immediate pleasure of Henry’s tongue curling over his sensitive shaft, then moaned at the velvety clasp of his inner cheeks as he sucked.
Henry feasted on Kit’s cock for long minutes, kissing and licking and sucking, before diving deeper, forcing Kit’s cock into the warm, tight tunnel of his throat.
“Oh Christ,” Kit gasped. “That’s too good—I’ll be spending in a minute.”
It was far too long since he’d had a man on his knees for him like this. And he’dneverhad Henry Asquith on his knees. Kit stared down, tunnelling his fingers into Henry’s dark hair and tugging lightly, making Henry moan and look up. And Christ, the lust and the pleasure in that hazy grey gaze…
Henry pulled off Kit’s cock and stared at him. His lips were swollen and wet, and Kit wanted to kiss him, but before he could formulate words, Henry was leaning forward again, licking another stripe up Kit’s cock that had Kit’s thighs trembling.
Henry looked up at him again. “Do you want to lay down while I do this?”
Kit blinked at him dazedly, and Henry added, seeming embarrassed, “In truth, my left knee is getting a little sore.”
“Oh!” Kit exclaimed. “Yes, of course. Shall I”—he paused—“undress?”
Henry’s smile was sweet and a little uncertain. “Yes. Please.”
Kit quickly removed his shoes, breeches, stockings, and drawers. When he was quite naked, he climbed on the bed, watching with rapt attention as Henry completed his own disrobing. And God, but he was a lovely sight. A little bigger in the chest and shoulders than before, Kit thought, and still as powerfully muscled as he’d ever been. His dark chest hair was speckled with grey, as was the nest of hair at the juncture of his thighs. Kit liked it—he liked these signs of maturity and experience in a man. He always had.
He wondered what Henry thought of him. He knew, without vanity, that he still looked good. His body was as slim and lithe as ever, his hair still mostly fair, the silver threads not terribly obvious, but there had been changes. Everyone lost that easy bloom of youth eventually.
Henry didn’t seem to have any complaints though. When he clambered up after Kit onto the bed, his grey gaze was hot with lust, lingering on the lines of Kit’s body with unabashed pleasure.
“You’re so beautiful, Christopher,” he whispered, as he caged Kit’s body with his strong arms and slowly lowered his own down, keeping most of his weight from Kit even as he allowed the whole length of their bodies to kiss.
Kit made a noise that was not quite a moan and not quite a sigh. Something of both, helpless and needy.
“Youare,” he groaned.
He was saying too much, being too frank, but he couldn’t hold the words back—never had been able to with Henry.
Henry’s gaze was burning. “I want to make you feel as good as you used to make me feel when you did this for me,” he said. “I want to turn you inside out like that.”
Kit wanted to tell him he didn’t even have to try, but the words escaped him as Henry moved downwards, pulled Kit’s cock into his hot mouth again, and began to work him with patient relentlessness.
Henry pressed Kit’s thighs apart, giving attention to his tight, quivering balls, his sensitive inner thighs, the soft, wondrous flesh between his scrotum and his hole, and then—oh Christ in heaven—then, he kissed Kit’s hole.
His lips were soft and warm, and the tip of his tongue, when it delicately probed Kit’s rim, was a maddening point of delight.
Kit melted into the mattress, widening his thighs, giving Henry all the access he needed, and when Henry’s fingers brushed his hole, his groan was deep. “Yes.”
His whole body was singing with pleasure as Henry patiently penetrated him first with one finger, then a second, his mouth still teasing Kit’s sensitive rim.
Kit was only vaguely aware of time passing. No one had ever spent so much time simply giving him pleasure. He was undone, a slave to his own lust and need, torn between the desire for more of this, and the desire to topple over the edge and crash through a climax he knew would be shatteringly intense. He cried out as Henry worked his body, heedless of being overheard, demanding more.
And Henry gave him more.
He was plunging his fingers in and out of Kit’s body now, and when he lifted his head again, then bent over Kit’s groin to take his cock once more into his mouth, Kit grabbed him by the hair and thrust into his warm, clasping depths, his seed exploding from him as he cried out his release.