Chapter 25
GEORGE
“This is… new for me,” George said quietly. They were standing beside Theo’s bed, facing one another. They were both down to their drawers. Theo had removed his banyan, and his skin gleamed pale gold in the candlelight.
“Believe it or not, it's new for me too. This part anyway.”
“What part?”
“Bringing someone into my own bedchamber.” Theo cleared his throat. “Someone I know. And like. And will see again tomorrow.”
George gave a huff of laughter at that. “Firsts for both of us, then.”
“And since it’s your first…” Theo stepped away, plucking something off the dressing table. He held it out to George on the palm of his hand to examine—a small blue glass jar with a stopper in it. “We’ll need plenty of this.”
“What is it?” George asked, taking it from him and removing the stopper. He eyed the solid, whitish grease inside curiously.
Theo’s smile was oddly sweet. “A little concoction a friend introduced me to. An apothecary he knows makes it—there’s nothing exciting in it. It’s just a pleasantly scented balm that will help me get inside you.”
George made a strangled noise at that and felt his face heat.
Theo laughed softly. “Unless you change your mind,” he added. “Which you are free to do, at any time. This is not for everyone. Some men never enjoy it. It’s all right if you don’t. We can change places.”
“I’m not going to change my mind,” George said stubbornly.
“So long as you know you can,” Theo agreed easily. “You’ll have plenty of time to decide. I plan to take my time with you.” And with that, he sank to his knees and began unfastening the buttons of George’s drawers.
George gave a low groan as he watched Theo push the linen down his legs, helping George to step out of them. And then he was standing before Theo, entirely naked.
Theo took several long moments just to look him over, lightly stroking his hands up George’s thighs. “Such a handsome boy.”
George whimpered. His cockhead was already dripping, and when Theo leaned in to lick up the fluid beading there, George moaned, his fingers tunnelling into Theo’s hair.
“I’m going to have to be careful with you,” Theo murmured, licking gently at his wet, pink tip. “You’re so eager, you’ll be coming down my throat in less than a minute if we don’t watch out.”
George gave a half-sob and canted his hips up, but Theo kept his attentions very light, with tiny kitten licks and the softest grazes of his fingers over George’s shaft and tight balls.
“So sensitive,” Theo murmured. “Let’s get you comfortable on the bed for the next part.”
“The next part?”
Theo rose to his feet. “Opening you up,” he said simply.
George swallowed. “Do you, um, want me to bend over?”
Theo’s face creased with amusement. “That sounds rather too much like visiting the headmaster’s office for a thrashing. Why don’t you lie down on your back like an emperor instead. I’ll tend to you until you're begging for my cock.”
George swallowed, hard. “That sounds nice,” he admitted, getting on the bed and watching as Theo removed his own drawers, then settled himself down beside George, holding the little blue jar.
“Can you part your legs for me?” Theo’s gaze was warm, and, despite the nerves that assailed him, George did as he asked without hesitation, his heart racing a little in anticipation of what was coming.
Theo’s fingers skimmed up his thigh, exploring, making him shiver, caressing his balls and the sensitive flesh below, then encouraging him to open his legs a little wider, exposing his hole.
“There it is,” Theo murmured, his mouth hitching up in a one-sided smile. And then he touched George right there, a careful brush of fingers, his eyes gleaming when George gasped and arched up in response.
“Lovely,” he said, bending his head to brush his lips over George’s, as though to capture his pleasure.
He touched him for a while like that, with maddeningly light caresses, teasing and patient.
“More, Theo,” George pleaded after a while. “Please.”
“All right,” Theo said, dipping his fingers into the little jar. He rubbed the grease between his fingers. It smelled pleasantly of wood and spice, a masculine fragrance that George liked.
This time, when Theo touched George, he was firmer, pressing and massaging, working carefully at the tight, ungiving ring of muscle.
He worked slowly, patiently, taking his sweet time to ease first one, then two fingers into George’s body.
Then three. God. By the time he was rhythmically sliding those three fingers in and out of George’s hole, George was near delirious, a litany of begging, pleasure-soaked words falling from his lips as he responded to Theo’s sure touch.
And still, Theo seemed to be in no hurry at all. He had used a lot of the balm, his fingers slippery and careful as they pressed and turned and tugged, his gaze watchful.
Just as he’d promised, he had George begging for his cock.
“Please, Theo, I’m ready,” George insisted. “I need you.”
Theo made a pleased sound, brushing his lips over George’s again. So many kisses this night. From the man who had told George he didn’t kiss his lovers.
George moaned again. “Theo, fuck me.”
All right,” Theo said at last, his tone indulgent. “I suppose you've waited long enough. You’re still quite tight, but I think you can take me now.”
“Yes, yes,” George babbled. “I’m so ready. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
Theo eased his fingers carefully out of George’s hole, making George whimper at the loss. God, he felt so empty. He whined, wanting that feeling back, the fullness and possession.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Theo soothed, urging him to turn over, one hand on his hip. “You’ll get my cock in a moment. Let’s get you on your knees.”
“I want to see your face,” George whimpered.
“You will,” Theo reassured him, “But this’ll be easier for you at first. Trust me.”
“All right,” George said, succumbing to the urgings of Theo’s hands, lifting his hips in the air and dropping his head and shoulders down to the mattress.
His cheeks parted, and he could imagine how he must look in this low, submissive pose, waiting to be entered.
The balm Theo had so generously applied would be glistening on his crease in the candlelight.
The idea should have been utterly mortifying, but he found himself relishing it. Relishing his own surrender.
Theo’s hand gently touched the small of his back, and George knew in that moment that Theo was looking at him. Loved that Theo was looking at him.
“Fuck,” Theo breathed. His hands curved over George’s arse in a rough caress, parting his cheeks even more, one thumb dipping into the crease to tug at the sensitive rim of his hole, making George hiss and cant his hips higher.
Making his dripping cock drool even more.
God, the sheet below him was going to be soaked.
“So eager,” Theo murmured in a low, pleased tone. “So desperate. Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
“Your cock,” George whined. “Please.”
A low chuckle. “All right, then. Let’s see how much you can take, shall we?”
Theo set the head of his cock against George’s hole and began to press inside.
The force was incredible, and it hurt. Even after being stretched for all that time, his hole still protested when asked to accommodate the firm, plump head of Theo’s substantial prick.
George felt his own cock shrivel in the face of that pain.
“Sorry,” he whimpered, but Theo only smoothed a hand over his flank.
“Don’t worry,” he said, in a low croon. “We’ll get there. Let’s try a little more balm.” George felt him lean back for a few moments, and then his fingers were back, pressing more of the fragrant grease into him.
It was a little easier the second time Theo tried, but not much.
But then it was a little easier again. And again the next time.
Slowly, ever so slowly, George’s body surrendered to Theo, his tight muscles giving way to the patient ministrations of Theo’s gentle hands and the steady determination of his hard cock.
It took far longer than George had imagined it would. Later, he would realise how impossible this would have been with anyone other than Theo, but in the moment, he didn’t even think about it, just surrendered wordlessly, letting himself do nothing but feel, letting Theo make all the decisions.
Eventually, Theo was almost all the way inside him and the pain had receded so far that pleasure was finally coming back into the ascendence.
And then, quite suddenly, Theo slid home, all the rest of the way inside him to the very hilt.
The front of Theo’s thighs met the back of George’s, and the head of his cock grazed something deep inside of George that made George give a stifled cry of animalistic pleasure.
“Ah,” Theo said, sounding breathless and satisfied at once.
“That’s the spot.” He pulled back and then slid all the way in again, and another bolt of almost agonising pleasure went through George, stealing his ability to make sense of anything, or even think at all.
All he could do was moan and push back, begging for more with his body.
On his next thrust, Theo brought his hand to George's prick, circling the base of his shaft. He stroked upwards in an exquisite caress that had George whining and thrusting into Theo’s hand, then moving his hips back again to take more of Theo’s cock.
And then he was thrusting and bucking, forwards and back, hardly knowing where he wanted to be.
“You’re dripping,” Theo murmured, low and pleased. He slid his thumb over the head of George’s prick. “So bloody eager.”
George whined. He liked Theo’s words. Liked that they lowered him and lifted him up at the same time. That wondering tone, as though Theo was utterly astonished by how desperate he was, but admiring too. Delighted by him. Delighted by how needy he was.
“I’m going to fuck you hard now,” Theo said.
He leaned back, running his hands down the length of George’s back in a firm caress before taking a hold of one hip with his left hand, and George's shoulder with his right. And then he let George have it. Not roughly, not meanly, but steady and utterly relentless, working up a rhythm that felt like George’s own heartbeat.
Theo ground into him, the head of his cock skating over that spot of intense pleasure, over and over, till George was mindless with need.
His climax, when it came, was like nothing he’d ever experienced in his life, deep, internal waves of pleasure that thrummed through his whole body.
He was barely aware of the spend pulsing from his cock onto the sheet below him.
The only thing holding him up was Theo’s strong arm, now banded around his chest.
When he came back to himself, Theo was crooning his ear. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just like that.”
George blinked and turned his head, meeting Theo’s gaze, which was affectionate, and a little amused.
“Sorry,” he mumbled through numb lips. “Give me a minute to gather myself, then it’s your turn.”
Theo laughed at that. “I don’t whether to be flattered or offended.”
“What?”
Theo grinned. “I’ve had my turn.”
George felt heat rush into his cheeks. “You spent?”
“Didn’t you realise?”
“No, I—I was rather overwhelmed.” He felt it now though—Theo’s release was sliding out of him and George wasn’t sure if he was thrilled or appalled. Maybe both.
Theo’s gaze darkened with pleasure at George’s admission but he only patted George’s hip and said, briskly, “Turn over. We need to clean up.”
Flushing, George did as he said, watching Theo stroll over to his dressing table and pour water into the basin.
He dampened a cloth and wiped himself down unselfconsciously, then brought a second cloth over to George, before climbing back onto the bed and lying down with his head propped in one hand.
“So. Did you like it?” he asked.
Embarrassed, George concentrated on cleaning himself up, mumbling, “What do you think?”
“I think—” Theo paused, then grinned. “I think I’ve never seen another man come so hard from being fucked. That was something to behold.”
George bit his lip, a little embarrassed. “In which case, I think you have your answer.” After a moment, he added, “What about you? Did you enjoy it?”
Theo laughed, as though George had just asked the most ridiculous question possible. “I bloody loved it.”
“All of it?” George asked. He paused, then added carefully, “What about the kissing?”
Theo’s expression grew more serious, his gaze softening. “I loved all of it,” he said. “Maybe especially the kissing.”
And suddenly, George’s heart was racing. Unthinkingly, he blurted, “I want to do it again. Would you—”
“Yes,” Theo interrupted. “I would very much like to do that—or anything else you fancy—again. As often as you like.”
This, from the man who said he avoided bedding the same man twice? George decided he wasn’t going to let himself think about that.
Instead, he said, tentatively, “So, we can keep doing this while I’m here?”
Theo nodded, brushing George’s hair back from his forehead with gentle fingers. “While you’re here, we can do it as often as you like.”
“Good,” George whispered, even as he wondered how long that gave them.