Page 25 of The Labours of Lord Perry Cavendish
“Nothing at all, my dear,” Jonny said, “Just lie back and let me do the work.” He was already reaching over to the bedside cabinet and grabbing the jar he’d placed there.
It contained a whitish greasy substance, the spicy, woodsy scent of which reminded Perry of Christmas. Jonny pulled out a big dab of the stuff, then reached behind himself. From the way his arm was working, Perry guessed he was rubbing the stuff into his hole.
“It’s for greasing the pole, my lad…”
When he was satisfied, Jonny shuffled back on his knees, taking another generous dab and rubbing it between his hands till they gleamed in the candlelight.
“What are you doing?” Perry whispered.
Jonny only smiled and reached for Perry’s cock, taking it between his greased palms and beginning to work it firmly but gently.
Oh God…
“You’re a big chap, Peregrine,” Jonny said, “This will help you slide into me, nice and easy.”
Perry groaned, partly from the sensation of those firm, knowing fingers greasing him up and partly from Jonny’s provoking words.
“Ready?” Jonny murmured, and Perry nodded, his mouth too dry to form words.
Jonny wiped his palms down his thighs to rid himself of the remnants of the grease, then shuffled back into place over Perry’s groin. Perry watched as he carefully lined their bodies up, took hold of Perry’s cock, and lifted himself up over it, notching the head at the rim of his hole.
Then he began to press down.
He moved achingly slowly. It seemed to take ages before Perry’s cock finally breached Jonny’s body, and when first it did, it was only for a brief, frustrating moment. There was a surprising, instantaneous give, an enveloping heat that made Perry gasp with pleasure, then a firm, muscular expulsion. The next time was easier, though again, a moment later, he came out. On the third breaching, though, Jonny pressed down more firmly, this time taking the head of Perry’s cock fully inside him. Those initial brief surges into Jonny’s body had made Perry’s head swim with heady pleasure, but this—the sensation of sinking deeply and fully inside Jonny's body was something else entirely, an all-consuming pleasure that was more than merely physical. Perry had had his hands fisted by his sides, but now, with a hoarse moan, he grabbed for Jonny’s hips, unable to resist the temptation of taking hold of him as Jonny slowly, slowly pushed downwards.
Finally, Jonny’s buttocks met Perry’s thighs, and Perry was lodged fully inside Jonny’s arse, his shaft gripped from base to tip in clasping warmth.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathed. “That feels…” He couldn’t think of a word big enough, but Jonny’s soft laugh told him he understood.
“Yes,” he whispered. “And it only gets better.”
After that, Perry could only hold on and watch as Jonny began to move up again, then down, steadily building the speed of his rising and falling rhythm, till Perry was incoherent with lust, his fingers digging in to Jonny’s hips. He hadn’t known, hadn’t even imagined thatanything could feel this good. Jonny’s body was a tight, relentless fist on his cock, and Perry was helpless to do anything but accept what Jonny gave him.
The sheer intimacy of what they were doing took his breath away. He was deep inside of a man who he’d barely known for a single day. A man who was now naked in his arms, writhing on his cock, his scent filling Perry’s senses. A man who had already pressed his tongue inside of Perry’s mouth and taken Perry’s cock to the back of his throat. Tasted his spend.
Unimaginable intimacy.
And Perry only wanted more. He wanted toconsumeJonny, to possess every inch of him. He felt suddenly savagely satisfied that he would be leaving his spend inside Jonny’s body…for the second time that day.
“Oh God…Jonny…” he muttered, “I’m going to spend. I can’t hold back another moment.”
“Yes,” Jonny panted, bringing one hand to his own cock and beginning to work it in rhythm with his movements. “Do it. I want to see you come undone.”
For a moment, Perry felt like he might be able to control it, to hold it back a little longer, but then, quite suddenly, it was happening, swamping him, like a dam bursting its banks, a great storm of need and release and pressure that broke over him. He came, spilling into the clasping welcome of Jonny’s body in urgent surges, gasping and clutching Jonny’s hips, relieved to hear Jonny’s own cries of pleasure and whispered curses and feel the heat of his release splashing over Perry’s belly.
When the storm of sensation had passed, Perry opened his eyes. His whole body was suffused with good feelings. Jonny lay on him, a warm, welcome weight, loose-limbed and breathing heavily into his ear.
“How was it for you?” Jonny murmured, after a few moments. “Worth the wait?”
Perry gave a shocked bark of laughter. “Are you serious? Was it not obvious?”
Jonny lifted his head and stared down at Perry, his expression uncertain. “Indulge me,” he said.
Perry didn’t want this man ever to feel uncertain, not when he was with Perry. So he said, not holding anything back, “It was the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Jonny blinked, a few times, rapidly. Hell, were thosetearsin his eyes?
“Jonny?” Perry said carefully. “Have I upset you? I didn’t mean to. I only—”