An Invitation
The young man trembled. Everything seemed to burn. His jaw, his neck, his lips starting to char. Victor bit his tongue. Holding back the moans that wanted to burst and bubble from his mouth. He was melting on the spot. Blood pumping harder and harder through his veins. He could hear it in his ears: the ecstasy of it all, the pleasure in all this flame. In one of the tutors’ lessons, he had read about Purgatory. It was a place where you stood and stood, letting fire singe off every sin before you could enter Heaven.
Maybe this was his Purgatory. This luscious pleasure intermittent with forced sobreity. Victor could barely even breath as Lord Toby pulled back. This… Mephistopheles. This… Balthazar. His own hand silver as it passed into his master’s. Ears echoing with the sound of his own blood banging away. Stretching the walls of each vessel. The rooms and people they hurried by seemed no more than shades. Creatures of the veil, each of them some beast not yet claimed as he was. He turned his head once as the began to ascend. Imagined his purity waving at him from behind a mask at the bottom of the stairs.
He bit his lip softly as he entered. The room was quite lovely actually. Darkness not hiding the soothing sea of cloth that covered everything. He squeezed his legs tightly together as he walked. Staff trapped between them, aching and swollen.
“T-tea would be greatly appreciated, my lord.”
He slid a hand into his pocket. Fingering the rosary that rested there. It wouldn’t do him much good any more. He was about to give it up. Give up his chastity. Give up his immortality in Heaven for a night with the Devil. Sinners have so much more fun. The young man plucked it out as he walked over to one of the windows. “Perfectly private, sire,” he whispered with a smile. The rosary began its plummet to the ground; the window slid shut again; and Victor started walking back to his ever gracious host…
Lord Toby smiled and pulled at a velvet cord near his bed, a bell ringing in the distance. “On its way, handsome,” Toby said with a smile, unbuttoning his coat and shrugging it off his shoulders. Might as well get comfortable, yes? He hung up his coat in the closet and ran his fingers through his hair, turning around to watch Victor open the window and drop something out of it. A rosary. “Oh,” he said, realizing what he’d done. It had been a long time since he’d made a man lose his religion. He hoped Victor wouldn’t resent him for it. Poor emotions and an angry brow wouldn’t suit his handsome face.
“I certainly hope it remains that way,” he said with a teasing laugh, eyes never leaving Victor, memorized by him. He was ruggedly handsome and the clothes he was wearing were much too tight. Sonja enjoyed tormenting him a bit too much. “Forgive me if I’m a bit… foreward, but I think you’ve be more comfortable with those clothes off, good sir.” He stood again, immediately putting himself in Victor’s personal space, fingers on the buttons of his shirt. “I don’t know what Sonja was thinking, giving you my clothes. I’m not as broad in the chest as you are.” He ran his hand over Victor’s chest, fingers pinching at one of his nipples through his shirt.
“You mind if I remove these, though? I’d prefer if you were still breathing properly by the end of the night,” he told him, a suggestive smirk on his lips.
♥Midnight rendezvous
The ceiling was actually quite a nice thing to behold. Especially since it was Toby’s face thrusting above him every time his eyes flickered shut. Vic wanted to hold the sounds in the room as they were. Let his skin tingle with the way his love was fucking him. Feel his seed spill across his body in torrents. Keep them just as they were, in a jar to watch over. Play it back like a movie. But it is so nice to be curled up like this. His dancer’s bare cock pressed against his thigh. His own cum smeared across their shared skin. He really didn’t want to get up. But the librarian knew they would have to…eventually.
Those lips gave him a little thrill. And an idea. He kissed Toby firmly, gently sliding his hand into his hair, the other at the small of his back. So softly did he lay his man back. Cooing apologies for disturbing their cuddle. Victor slid his hands away, resting that heavenly head back. Kissing those tempting lips before wiggling up to straddle his stomach. Teasing those slender arms up, up and over. One hand gently holding them above his brunette angel. Just out of reach. He smiled down from his height. Dragged a finger through the cum on his own body. Dipping its tip into his mouth with a moan. Grinning and repeating the process, he waited for the tremors to rise from the body beneath him. A finger swirling the cum around his nipple, moaning again as he tugged at it. Nice and hard.
Vic dipped down and swiped his tongue across the dancer’s chest. Chasing away every drop of seed with his lips. Proudly showing it to Toby with a wink before swallowing. Twisted about so those lovely arms were still pinned, but lower his mouth would go. Nibbling at that flat stomach, heaving slightly. ‘Just cleaning up,’ he mouthed. The librarian dragged his teeth across that soft curve of pubic bone. Kissing down its length, letting his stubble tease the delicious dick just out of grasp. He nibbled away the last remains of cum that had been swiped across. But then…he saw some leaking out.
Why not just clean that up too?
Toby let out a whine as Victor started to shift around their positions, protesting sleepily as he was moved onto his back tenderly. He accepted his coos of apologies with a gravelly ‘it’s okay’ whispered back, voice rough from the moaning noises that he wasn’t used to making. Smiling into the soft kisses, gazing up at him, looking a tad drunk from the orgasms. He sobered up when Victor straddled his body though, eyebrows shooting up as Victor took his hands and pinned his arms over his head, shivering slightly. He wasn’t sure what Victor as up to, but he wasn’t hating it yet. Toby watched Vic drag his finger through the cum on his chest and let out a breathy moan when he put it in his mouth, breathing getting heavier with each swipe of Vic’s fingers. He shuddered when Victor moaned, wanting to touch him so bad, but being unable, which was frustrating. But also really hot. Gasps escaping his lips as he watched Victor tease his nipples.
And then Victor was dipping down to lick the cum off of Toby’s chest and he moaned softly, arching up into his mouth. He blushed when Victor showed off the mouthful of cum to him, shivering as he swallowed. Fuck, Vic. Victor moved lower and lower, continuing to keep his hands pinned as he cleaned up, Toby trembling beneath him. He gasped as Vic’s teeth dragged over his skin, hips bucking up for more. “Vic…” he moaned out, biting his lip firmly as he felt the stubbly chin brush against his cock. How the fuck are you still able to be turned on, Toby Morrison?! he demanded of himself, watching as Victor’s eyes trailed down to his leaking cock.
“You can clean that up t-too, if you want,” Toby whispered nervously. “I know you w-want to…”
♥An Invitation
Victor could not help but let out a terrified little squeak. How could he have not seen the lord! He was rather hard to miss. In stature, of course. Nothing more. Certainly nothing…more. But those eyes. They were all hellfire and trumpets. Cacophony like the Old and New Testaments. If they were such punishments for intoxication by glancing as such a man as this, bring on the plagues! Let Pharaoh crack his whip and break his spine. No such Paradise then here. He could swear the ground must have scorched beneath his feet.
All unholy and idylic. With a look of hunger on his lips. It took less than a heartbeat for his staff to abruptly slide down his inner thigh. As hard and needy as his breathing. The sensations from just a moment ago returning at that touch. Blood coursing through his veins. It took every invocation of Christ he knew to stop that, positively desperate…moan. Lord Toby’s words were just burning in his ears. And he feared that it showed.
Nipples already aching to be caressed. Cock twitching once more. Some slithering succulent sliding through his stomach and up into his throat. “I-if it would please my lord, I would not mind being taken… For a more private endeavour. I-if it would so please you.”
God, if you are still with me, forgive me for this bursting in my loins! Devil, if you are tantalizing me, I am soon to be yours. Take me heart and soul. Let me be ravaged by demons, but pray let me keep this angel a while longer. Unless he is of your keep. Then let him devour me as the Apostles worship the Sacrifice.
“An-anything at all to please you, sire…”
A smirk found its way to Lord Toby’s lips as he felt Victor grow hard against his thigh, licking his lips slowly. He could feel the blood pumping into Victor’s member and it made him shiver, mouth starting to water. One of his hands came up, caressing the man’s stubble-covered jaw, thumb brushing against his pulse-point. “Such a handsome face you have, Mister Ashley,” he whispered, lips brushing teasingly against his, then down over his jaw slowly. Tongue flicking over his pulse.
“Toby!” Sonja snapped at him from across the hall as she led another bundle of guests to the ballroom, too quiet for Victor to hear, but it snapped him out of his intoxicated state. He kissed the underside of Victor’s jaw before stepping back, holding out his hand. “I think a more private location would be wise to seek out,” he said, taking Victor’s hand and starting to lead him through the house. He caught glimpses of his guests and waved at them if they did. He was glad the party was to last several nights so he wouldn’t have to babysit them the whole night to appear as a good host.
After several minutes, they headed up two flights of stairs, stopping in front of a tall oak door. Toby opened it, gesturing for Victor to enter. “After you, sir,” he said with a smile. The room was dimly lit, thick, deep blue curtains covering the windows, matching the curtains that went around the bed, which was blanketed in rich greens and blues, a fur throw on top. “Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you something to drink? Wine? Tea?” he asked as he walked over to the bedside table, unstopping one of the bottles and pouring himself a glass of red wine, taking a sip.
“Is this private enough for you, Mister Ashley?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at the young man suggestively.
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An Invitation
Victor had never moaned such much in his life. This couldn’t even be sinful. It was Paradise. And in this moment, Lord Toby Morrison was his God. Pray the serpent didn’t come and slide its tongue in his ear. Might just faint from that. He gasped at the drag of those teeth. The lord was marking him now. His. He was his. The boy’s head fell back with his eyes closed, panting harshly as the assault continued. Letting out moans and moans in response. Nipples rock hard and wanton. Cock begging for attention, and then it came. His knees spread and his groin began to grind onto the intruding leg. He welcomed the mouth on his neck. He was already so: “O-oh!”
But his stammering was cut short. A tall buxom lady had entered. Her presence dragging the lord from his lap. A pout formed on his lips… a pout? This was new. But so was the sweetness of those lips on his. Victor nodded energetically. “O-of course, sir.” He leaned into that strong hand before it slipped away. The lady came over and took him by the hand. A blush deepening as she spoke.
“Actually… that was me,” he replied. “Sometimes I don’t know my own strength I guess.” He smiled and said it was quite alright. A shirt was a shirt. “Yes’m. Thank you very much.” The young man turned to the mirror. Oh what a mess! Shirt unrepairable. Skin bright pink and sweaty. His fingers traced the teeth marks on his chest. Lip slipping between his own teeth, fretting it as shivers of pleasure went down his spine. BUT HE REALLY SHOULD BE CLEANING UP. Gotta get to the party. It was why he was here, wasn’t it? Victor slid out of his shirt and folded it. Setting it aside, he splashed water on his face and chest. No matter how hard he tried, his nipples refused to soften…and something else as well.
The boy patted himself dry and slid the shirt Sonja had given him onto his torso. It was rather small. It was skin-tight. Hopefully the house was cooler, otherwise it’d be see through. “… Pull yourself together, Victor! God. You’re going to pieces. And talking to yourself.” He straightened up and left the washroom. This was as good as it was going to get. Hopefully no one was looking too closely. He peeked his head around the entrance to the sitting room. “Um, miss? I’m ready, I think. I pray I am… What do you think?”
Toby passionately hated the Hamsworth couple at that moment. He wished he could call off the party and just spend the evening getting familiar with a Mister Victor Ashley. But he had to be a good host, so good host he shall be. He plastered on a grin when the large Russian man and his larger wife walked in through the door, Lord Hamsworth pulling him into a hug that lifted him right off his feet. He gasped, clinging to the man’s shoulders, letting out a cry of protest. “Sir!” he shrieked out, before he was set down and lifted into a hug by the Lady Hamsworth. He rubbed at his potentially bruised ribs, grinning at the two. They were rather kind spirits for being vampires, like the aunt an uncle you only see once a year and always smothered you with love and food because they thought you were too skinny. “Come in, come in. I’m afraid the snacks are human-friendly, since I have to play nice with everyone else. But there’s bloodwine,” he said with a smile, leading them toward the ballroom.
“You don’t look a day older, Toby. Are you eating enough?” they fussed but he waved it off, offering them both a glass of wine and some non-human snacks before the rest of the guests arrived.
He instructed the doorman to let him know when people arrived and to have Sonja lead them to the ballroom. “If you’ll excuse me, my friends. There is something I need to see to,” he said with a smile. They nodded and Toby sneaked off toward where Sonja had left Victor, smelling him out, staying to the shadows. He grinned when he heard Victor speak. “I think you look absolutely lovely, Victor,” he purred from behind him, stepping around to the front to get a better look at him, hands clasped behind his back. He was wearing one of Toby’s shirts, and it was skin tight on him so it framed his muscles and contours perfectly, nipples little nubs sticking out. Goodness. He wanted to tear the thing right off of him and it had only been on him no more than five minutes.
“More than lovely, actually,” he corrected, stepping in close and sliding his hand over his chest and pectoral muscle, thumb rubbing against his stiff nipple. “You’re actually a bit obscene. I’m not sure if it’s safe to have you around the other guests,” he teased, licking his lips as he pushed him up against the wall, crowding in close. He paused, blushing when he caught Sonja making rude gestures at him as she led another pair of guests through the house. Luckily they didn’t see the two of them, but it was a close call. “Certainly not with me so close, at least.”
♥Midnight rendezvous
Victor was glad for the sheets beneath him. It was some steady ground he could cling to as his world was shaken. He bucked and milked the cock in him as they pressed together. Every moment he was opening up more and more. Wanting more and not able to take more at the same time. FUCK. It was so perfectly intimate. Moans stretching out on his breath as his legs were shifted. Heels over head and fuck. The vaseline was cool with the air against his ass. Hips twisted up to meet the grind of Toby’s. The librarian would gladly give everything in that moment. In every moment with him. Anyway he wanted, the man would follow. Lips clinging desperately to the dancer’s. More hungry for his touch than breath.
His cock was throbbing. He gasped and groaned into that perfect mouth. That was all he needed. Vic was already so much on edge. Eye squeezed shut as he listened. It was so lovely to hear his name muttered in such a way. Hot and off the tip of such a lovely pair of lips. The librarian sucked on his lover’s tongue as his cock traced his prostate. Moaning loudly into his mouth, he broke away and rode as best he could onto the prick. Close. So fucking close. “TOBY!” he trilled, slamming all the way onto his lover’s cock. His own sounding sweet ecstasy onto his screaming lips, chin, and chest.
He’d never come so hard in his life. Six volleys rocketed out. Streaking across his nips and shoulders. Settling into his stubble. He still rolled his hips. Body still hungry to have his love. Have him again and again once he’d come too. Come for me, Toby, he mouthed. Come for me. Victor locked his ass about the cock. Making damn sure it was rubbing in the right places. Perhaps he’d taste that sweet flesh again. He was hungry for it. He was hungry for so many things… but he could only whimper.
Ecstasy. Pure ecstasy. Victor’s face while tipping over the edge ought to be the dictionary definition of the word. The way his jaw went slack and he gasped for air, moaning and groaning. Toby would paint a picture of it one day, he decided. And that image just drove Toby on and on, his eyes rolling back into his head, hips continuing to thrust firmly into Victor, over and over and over. He gasped as Victor screamed his name, the first word he’d heard him say in what felt like forever. He slammed deep inside of him, watching as Victor came undone, spilling streaks all over his own chest, neck, and jaw. Goodness. Had Toby really caused that?
The artist was moaning by the end of it, growing steadily louder. He stared down at Victor, body trembling above him as he helped him come down. And then Victor was mouthing those words and Toby tipped over the edge, crying out as he came. His body writhed as he thrust into Victor, riding his orgasm out, his head tossed back in ecstasy. “Victor!” he cried again, slowly starting to come down, his bones thoroughly melted into jelly. He slumped down against the man, letting out a whimper. He lay between Victor’s legs, head resting on his shoulder, closing one of his eyes so he wouldn’t get any of Victor’s cum in it. “G-gods,” he whispered, kissing his shoulder softly.
He gently slid out of him, unhooking the belts and everything, setting the strap-on down on his bedside table, trying not to let it touch any of the books he had laying there. Then he lay back down next to Victor, winding his arms around him, leaning up to kiss him softly. “We ought to clean up,” Toby whispered against his cheek, although he had no intention of moving for a while. He was so comfortable simply laying here with Victor he didn’t want to do anything else ever again.
♥An Invitation
It seemed an eternity. For a moment Natasha’s voice sounded in his head. Her voice wary and worrisome as he waited. Victor felt exposed and needy with his body open to the lord’s gaze. Was it a mistake? Giving it up to the first man who looked twice at him… That was the phrase. So it had been written at least. “He doesn’t want you really. Come back home to me.” Just, if the man would touch him. Just touch him. Reassure him it wasn’t all due to the heat. The passion of the moment. Touch me, touch me. TOUCH ME. Then Lord Morrison was atop of him. His back curved about the couch arm, moaning and panting softly. Arms slack by his sides. Eyes fluttering.
Oh God the scrap of his lord’s clothes against his skin. The scratch of tooth on flesh. It was so enticing and wonderful. Deliriously enthralling. Much better than Natasha’s kiss. Lips dry and cracked and female. This was the strong, soild mouth of a man on him. Heart pounding loudly as his staff stretched his pantaloons. Lips parted and hair wet and slicked back. Arching to let this mysterious enchanter feast. Breathing already heavy as he worked down. The boy gasped as his nipples grew hard and wet. He’d never known they’d feel good too! Arms slowly being trapped by his descending shirt.
Victor’s head was back, moaning and quivering under him. His breath just didn’t seem to come to him. As hard as he tried, it wouldn’t catch. Every molecule of oxygen swallowed up by the fire of his flesh. “O-oh, Toby,” he groaned in reply. His heart was trying its damnedest to leap from his chest. It would settle quite happily between the lord’s teeth. It was his if he wanted it. Take it all. Take everything. Just don’t stop, oh Jesus be damned, don’t stop!
Toby dragged his teeth over Victor’s chest, his heart only a few inches away. He could smell it and hear it and the sensation was overwhelming. His teeth dragged over his flesh again, this time a bit harder, his fangs scratching at his skin as if he intended to bite right through his flesh to get at the blood-pumping morsel beneath. But he didn’t want to kill him, no matter how much his mouth was watering. He licked and kissed over the little pink scratches his fangs had left, muttering an apology against his chest, kissing his nipple before moving over and sucking the other one into his mouth, his tongue twisting and flicking against it. He could feel Victor growing harder and harder as Toby pressed a leg between his knees and he shuddered. A slightly uncomfortable dampness between his legs reminded him of his own arousal. He squeezed his thighs together, kissing his way up Victor’s body, back to his neck, breathing him in deeply. He licked his lips, placing his mouth over the side of his neck, teeth just barely pricking his skin. Just a bite wouldn’t hurt, right?
Unfortunately, that thought was interrupted by Sonja walking into the room. “Lord and Lady Hamsworth have arri-” she said, stopping when she saw the scene before her. Toby felt his face heat up and he pulled his mouth back, licking at the pinpricks he’d left on Victor, sealing them with a swipe of his tongue. “Oh. Pardon me, sir,” she said, bowing her head.
Toby smiled down at Victor apologetically before pulling away from him. “I’ll see to them momentarily. Sonja, would you mind finding my good friend Victor a new shirt for the party. Show him to the washroom, please?” He straightened up, fixing the wrinkles on his shirt and leaning down to press a quick kiss to Victor’s lips, savoring the taste. “I shall be with you soon. I have to go be a good host right now, but… To be continued, yes?” He smiled, caressing the man’s stubbly jaw before walking over to Sonja and glaring at her.
“I’m not the one who wanted to have a party, mister!” she told him and shooed him off toward the door while she walked over to Victor, offering him a hand. “If you’ll follow me, we can get you cleaned up. He didn’t do that to your shirt, did he? You know you can scold him and tell him no if you so wish,” she said, helping him up and starting to walk off into the depths of the house.
She gave him a clean shirt to change into, apologizing for the size, but Toby was petite and it was the biggest one he owned, and then led him to the bathroom to clean himself up. “Just go back to the sitting room when you’re all cleaned cleaned up and I’ll lead you to the ballroom where the party is being held, sir.” She bowed her head before closing the door behind her, leaving Victor to his own devices.
♥Midnight rendezvous
Toby was so hot and handsome standing there. Strong, powerful, tender and torturous… He wished that he could major in Morrison studies. Spend Mondays learning the curves of his neck. Tongue each tendon, slick each sinew, bruise every blood-vessel. Work on Wednesdays to wonder and marvel over his shoulders. Memorize every motion and meter of his measurements. Hallow every hollow corner, nibble every nook. Dedicated Tuesdays to torsos, and Thursdays to tremblings. Suckle and bite his chest and stomach. Leave footnotes on each page to flick back through. Resavor the same information as it arched. Fridays he would revel in the landscape of his spine. Race sweat down the column. Learn each vertebra by name and moan. Saturdays he’d curl with this man and whisper hopes and dreams. Fantasize about the future even on meager means. Sundays he’d begin the lesson of his knees and inbetweens. Lick his thighs and taste the manhood he’d been missing since Monday. Circle every branch, fill every crook and fold of his skin. Let fingers work their way in and pull his hair until the very muscle is too sore for duty. Monday: start again.
It was hard to say he hadn’t fallen… Victor was still in midair. But he knew he was in love with him. Never before had he wanted someone else’s company so much. Widdle away hours and weeks and months and years. Learn something new with each kiss. Be fucked and fuck between artistry and poetry. The places his mind went in mere moments. Brought forth by the pleading press of his skin to those hands. But as Toby began to slide in, it was gone again. Hushed up for a while. The librarian moaned soundlessly. Doing his best to loosen up, to let him in. And fuck it felt good. Mouth hungrily consuming the lips that met his.
He’s in me. Oh fuck all the way in and HUGE. Fuck. He wiggled and nodded slightly. Ass so unbelievably full. It was wet and hot and delightful. No wonder the dancer had moaned so much when he had entered. It felt good to have a cock in you. “OH!” Victor bit hard into his bottom lip, resting his legs slightly on his love’s shoulders. Eyes open enough to watch the action. In and out. In and out. Hips rocking to meet each thrust, moans sounding in echo. Oh Toby. Toby, fuck. The man instictinively tightened around the intruder. Head falling back as he rolled and bucked and whimpered as he was fucked. Begging for words to ask for more and more.
Toby could stay like this forever, wrapped up and inside Victor, pressed chest to chest as they kissed and just held on for a moment. It was overwhelming and incredible, just melting into him as he rocked, getting more friction and trying to press even closer than he already was. He wished his cock was real instead of made of silicon, so he could feel the way Victor tightened around him instead of just watching those muscles tense. It would make the experience far more intimate. But he was making do, and it was still mind blowing. He’d never been so content and open with someone he’d known for such a short amount of time. Actually, he’d never been so content and open with someone, well, ever.
Toby slowly began to pick up the pace, listening to Victor’s moans get louder and louder, almost jumping when Victor made a noise that actually sounded like a word. He’d nearly forgotten he could speak beyond moans and whines. Toby situated Victor’s legs up higher on his shoulders, so they wouldn’t fall off, bending him in half so he could kiss him between thrusts. His speed picked up, thrusting faster inside of him, groaning as the silicon ground against his cock. His hand slid down, wrapping his fingers around the base of Victor’s cock, jerking him in time with his thrusts. His head tossed back, panting harshly as his body filled with pleasure, Victor’s name tumbling off his lips with each breath.
“V-Victor, fuck,” he gasped out, leaning down to kiss him hungrily. He paused between thrusts, angling his hips a bit better so his cock dragged over the librarian’s prostate. “I-I’m not gonna l-last… oh my god…” His hips and thrusts steadily got harder and faster, the slap of flesh against flesh filling the room with noise. Fuck fuck fuck it wasn’t fair. He didn’t want it to end. But it felt so good. He just hoped it felt as good for Victor as it did for him. “Victor!”
♥An Invitation
Victor felt his cheeks heat up as they filled with color. This time he certainly could not blame it on mere temperature. The good lord had his blood pumping. In so many many ways. Most of them in very bad form. His knees squeezed tightly together as his cock began to swell. Stop. O-oh… don’t stop. The boy let out a soft gasp. Enthralled with every swipe of that tongue. Tasting the pearly whites of those teeth. Savoring every sinful curve of those lips. He felt his manhood straining as those fingers brushed his pulse point. What if the lord was just doing this to lure out his intentions? A Wildean hunter. But dear God… I can’t take much more.
The young man bit his lip as he listened. Lord Morrison was certainly flirting with him. Please. Please be flirting. And was also a very open minded person. Talk of disliking norms. And… was that? Yeah. He was certainly inviting Victor to get to know him. Biblical or otherwise, he didn’t care. “O-oh certainly, sir,” he choked out. “It’d be quite, splendid to know such a sensation… I mean. To know, what that’d be like of course…” The damn thing wasn’t stopping. It grew steadily down his thigh. A moan swallowed back with some tea. He wished that his cockhead wasn’t so sensitive. Damn circumcision. Should’ve stayed a gentile. But now he doubted it’d make much difference… That hand was too good on his thigh.
And they were alone now. If only God would turn His back for a moment. Would prevent Him from casting judgement on his own sinful thoughts. Flesh searing beneath the sweat on his skin. Breath harsh as he grabbed for a reply. Victor let his eyes close for a moment. Tried to steady himself. Had to, had to… Had to… He moaned as Lord Morrison pounced on his neck. Fingers tightened around his china. A wonderful cool-fire pooling as that tongue he’d been so keen on teased his skin. And those lips… But they were gone as soon as fast as they had come. Zounds.
Then the lord was apologizing. Looking nearly as flusttered as he felt… It could’ve been stopped there. Let God mark him as one who turned away. Perhaps released himself from pleasure. Resigned from his duty to marriage and… children… Victor’s hands grabbed the front of his shirt. Tore it open to his stomach, letting each end slide down his shoulders… Forget the Church. Damn duty. “You’re more than forgiven, my lord… And might I say… You can do that again.”
Toby felt awful. This young man was most likely religious and had a fiance by now. A pretty lady with breasts and curves and things. The wedding could be next week for all Toby knew! And here he was, seducing a betrothed man of God. You truly are a monster, Toby Morrison, he scolded himself as he fidgeted in his seat, breathing heavily. He could hear Victor’s heartbeat pounding loudly, so loud it sounded like thunder. And oh, how tempting it was. He could just lean over and take bites right out of him. Litter him with marks, drain him and feed of the ecstasy of it all until Victor’s heart stopped beating so heavily, until it was just a steady drum, then feed the blood back to him, through himself, and…
He was getting far too carried away. But he couldn’t help it! As much as he loved Sonja and his staff, he wished for a companion that could please him. And so many promises had just been made that how could he not want… want that? But Victor was just a guest to his party, possibly with a fiance and a life to get back to. He couldn’t ruin that. He mustn’t! Toby may be a disturbing creature of the night, but it didn’t mean he needed to act like an animal.
But it seemed as if Victor didn’t really need much encouragement to sin and stoop down to Toby’s level. He watched with wide eyes as Victor tore his shirt open, the fabric sliding down past his shoulders. Toby swallowed thickly, watching the heavy rise and fall of Victor’s sweaty chest. And the invitation to do it again… He really could not say no.
The vampire didn’t say a word, but surged forward, pinning Victor to the arm of the couch, attacking his neck again, sucking and kissing at his pulse, tongue flicking out, shuddering with each beat of his heart, his teeth scraping over his skin, trying his best not to let his fangs sink in. He’d been invited for kisses such as this, not a feast. He had been full when Victor showed up, but now he was starving. He began to kiss his way down his chest, breathing heavily as he sucked and nipped at Victor’s nipples, his hands pushing his shirt down farther. “My lord… I pray… I pray this is…” He couldn’t quite remember where that sentence was headed, breathing in the sheer masculinity and humanity of Victor, nuzzling his face directly over his heart. “Victor,” he sighed, drunk on his taste and smell, and he hadn’t even scratched the surface of the man yet.
♥Midnight rendezvous
Why must it take so long to get across campus? Really? It was pure torture and ecstasy. Victor bit his lip as he watched Toby manhandle the door open. It was so unbelievably hot to know he was about to be dominated by his boyfriend of… a night. But he was more than happy to do as he was told. Lips aching for more, he re-stripped. Gasping softly as he felt the cool air rush back onto his skin. This was Toby’s room. The librarian grinned as he fell back, spreading his legs obscenely. This was Toby’s bed. It felt so good beneath his fingers. He watched as his love got ready. It was torture and ecstasy… Clothes around his ankles. The shifting of material and the sensous gasp as it was secured. The dancer’s cock was firmly erect and in place. He sucked at his tongue, nodding.
He stole a kiss before pulling back. Setting the Vaseline down beside him on the bed. He cupped his lover’s breasts in his hands, kneading and kissing them. Sucking firmly on his nipples. Flicking his tongue across their tips before suckling on one and then the other. Then his lips crawled down that delicious stomach. Kissing and nibbling before he dragged his tongue up his dick. Victor plunged down onto it. It was a bit harder than he thought, but he was hungry enough to push past the slight discomfort. As he bobbed, he made sure it ground up against Toby’s cock. After a while he slid off and grabbed the Vaseline.
He grinned as he panted, slathering the shaft with it. Fingering a bit into himself, gasping and writhing slightly. So much ecstasy… and there was certainly more to come. Lots and lots of come. The librarian laid back, lifting and spreading his legs in a huge V, beckoning his lover forward. Ass open and ready. Fuck me. Oh fuck me please. Please Toby just fuck me.
Victor looked too cute squirming and getting comfortable on his bed, making himself completely at home. It was weird, seeing a naked man on his bed, looking so happy and aroused as he waited for Toby to finish getting ready. Toby could already feel himself falling for this handsome man on his bed, even though it had only been three days and they’d been dating for a few hours. He resisted the urge to call himself a girl, crawling into bed with Victor, staring down at him, watching Victor’s chest heave and his cock bob as he moved. This man was all his. And it just made Toby so fucking happy.
He smiled into the kiss, returning it firmly. He quirked an eyebrow as Victor set the Vaseline down, biting his lip as the hands came up to cup his breasts, fingers digging into Victor’s shoulders as his nipples were licked and sucked, his head falling back. “Vic…” he sighed, eyes squeezing shut as he continued. He arched slightly as Victor kissed his way down down down, toes curling as he nibbled at his tummy. A gasp fell from Toby’s lips as he dragged his tongue over his cock before taking it all down. Toby’s hands fitted themselves in his hair as he sucked and bobbed, hips rocking, moaning from the friction. “F-fuck, Victor!” he gasped out, tugging on his hair firmly. But then the pressure was gone and Victor was grabbing the Vaseline.
He bit his lip as Victor spread the Vaseline on his cock, the strokes just barely teasing him, moaning as he watched Victor finger some into himself. Then his legs were spreading and Toby took a moment to devour him with his eyes, hands rubbing over his inner thighs and hips. He shuffled forward on his knees, grabbing the base of his cock with his hand, guiding it to his entrance. He kissed Victor’s knee before starting to slowly push inside of him, moaning softly. Once he was (figuratively) balls-deep, he paused, leaning up to kiss Victor firmly. “G-god… Y-you okay with this?” he asked, kissing at his neck softly. He slowly started to rock his hips, gasping in pleasure every time the strap-on rubbed his cock. “Victor…”
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