Page 24 of The Labours of Lord Perry Cavendish

“What’s that?” Perry asked when Jonny set the jar down on the little cabinet beside the bed.

“An unguent for our congress,” Jonny said grandly. When Perry looked bewildered, he chuckled and added, “It’s for greasing the pole—your pole, specifically. Don’t worry, we’ll get to it soon enough. May I do something else first?”

Perry swallowed and nodded. It was alwaysyeswith this lad. Jonny made a mental note to have a word with Perry about that later—Jonny might be trustworthy, but not everyone was. For now, though, he was going to treasure the unstinting trust the young man was showing him and do everything he could to make this night one he would remember for the rest of his life. His first fuck. His first time inside another man.

Jonny said quietly, “May I kiss you?”

He wasn’t sure how Perry would respond to that. Some of the men he’d been with found the idea of kissing risible, or even offensive, but thankfully, Perry only smiled.

“I’d like that.”

“Do you mind if I climb on top of you? I’m not too heavy.”

“I think I can bear your weight,” Perry said, smiling as he eyed Jonny’s slim form.

“Well,” Jonny said, clambering up onto the bed before straddling Perry. “In that case—” He broke off with a yelp when Perry’s hands slid around his hips and tugged him down. The sudden movement pitched him forward, forcing him to plant one hand down beside Perry’s head to steady himself. Now their faces were only inches apart, and Perry was staring up at him with an expression of such hunger it made Jonny’s chest feel tight and brought a stupid emotional lump to his throat.

Christ, but he was playing with fire with Perry Cavendish, wasn’t he? He liked him far too well. Why had he ever been foolish enough to think he was capable of dallying with him?

Even as these thoughts crossed his mind, Perry’s blue gaze was searching his own, his expression curious. A moment later, he moved, one large hand gliding over Jonny’s hip in a soft caress, then travelling up the length of his back, before curling about Jonny’s nape. It was a long, tender, and strangely assured caress, and all the while, his eyes were on Jonny, watching his reaction with seeming fascination.

“You’re so beautiful,” Perry whispered.

Jonny’s chest ached with the sweetness of the moment—he was scared to move, or even to speak, petrified of betraying himself with an emotional outburst. He almost wept with gratitude when the warm hand at the back of his neck gently tugged him forward, till their mouths brushed in a teasing caress.

“Kiss me,” Perry murmured against Jonny’s lips.

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Perry

Perry couldn’t believe he was naked in bed with Jonny Mainwaring. It was like some kind of dream. He half-wondered if he might wake up in a moment, alone in a tangle of sheets?

Jonny was naked and beautiful in Perry’s arms. His strong, slim thighs clutched Perry’s sides as his lips hovered a fraction of an inch above Perry’s own. Jonny’s cock—hiscock!—was brushing against Perry’s belly, and when Perry arched his hips upwards, his own cock grazed the cleft between Jonny’s smooth buttocks.

Jonny’s hair gleamed copper-red in the candlelight, and his pale skin glowed. A few moments ago, he’d been all swaggering confidence, but a faint look of uncertainty had crept into his gaze over the last minute or two, and Perry wondered why. Acting on instinct, he ran a soothing hand down Jonny’s back, urging him closer.

“You’re so beautiful.”

He brushed his lips coaxingly against Jonny’s and murmured, “Kiss me.”

For a moment, Jonny just stared at him. But when Perry slid the fingers of one hand into the silky hair at the nape of Jonny’s neck and the other around his waist to pull him in even closer, the man gave a tiny whimper of surrender and let Perry have his mouth. His lips were soft and dry at first, but then he opened his mouth and ran the tip of his tongue over the seam of Perry’s lips, making Perry moan in surprise, then moan again when Jonny slipped his tongue between Perry’s own parted lips. When Perry opened his eyes again, gasping, it was to find Jonny panting too, watching Perry with wide, wary eyes.

“Was that all right?” Jonny whispered.

Perry couldn’t form words. Instead he made a rough sound of assent and pulled Jonny back down. “More,” he breathed against the man’s lips before copying what Jonny had just done, slipping his tongue into the slick warmth of Jonny’s mouth.

God, it waslovely. Lovely and stranger than anything Perry had ever known. Warm and wet and somehow mysteriously connected to his cock. When Jonny’s tongue slid against his own, Perry’s cock jerked. It felt hard enough to hammer nails into a board, and when he bucked up against Jonny, his cock rubbed between the man’s buttocks again, making Jonny moan into the kiss and grind down against him. Christ, it felt good. Perry wondered how disappointed Jonny would be if he spurted all over his lovely arse before they could do more than kiss.

Perhaps he wouldn’t mind too much if Perry did for Jonny for what Jonny had done for him earlier on, in the Shepherd's Hut. Taking the man's cock into his mouth. He’d been wondering about that ever since. What would it feel like to have all that flesh cramming his mouth full and pressing into his throat?

“Bloody hell,” Jonny whispered, pulling back. He sounded awed in a way that made Perry’s heart swell with pride.Jonny liked this.Helikedwhat he was doing with Perry.

Perry’s gaze travelled greedily over Jonny, taking in every detail. He really was beautiful. Perry liked the lean, elegant lines of him, his bare chest, his small, pink nipples. He reached out and brushed his fingers over one of them, loving when Jonny inhaled sharply in response.

“I want to do so many things to you right now,” Jonny said, his voice hoarse. “But more than anything, Ineedyou inside me. Will you fuck me?”

“Yes,” Perry said, his heart thudding hard. “God, yes. Whatever you want. What do I need to do?”