Chapter Seven #4
Delauney waited until they’d walked out of view to release his jacket, but Wes wasn’t done.
He moved faster, shifting on his knees. Delauney realized that he had a hand between his own thighs.
He didn’t know how long Wes had been stroking himself off; perhaps, he thought dazedly, he’d been doing it the whole time.
“They could have seen you,” Delauney said, clutching the wall for support. Wes pulled back, his eyes bright with want.
“Yes,” he said. “Wasn’t that nice?” He took Delauney’s cock in both hands, moving quickly, meeting his gaze with his dark, expressive eyes.
Submissives didn’t usually feel the need to avoid looking directly into other submissives’ eyes, but Delauney always felt a little relieved to have an excuse to look down when someone was speaking to him.
Wes trapped him there, the intensity of his stare daring Delauney not to look away.
Delauney closed his eyes tight, overwhelmed.
“Can you tell me what a good job I’m doing?” Wes asked. Delauney wanted to say that he was no dominant, but he supposed that Wes’ own submissive impulses were too strong to ignore. “Do you like everyone having their eyes on you?”
Delauney nodded stiffly, trying not to buck into Wes’ hands. “Yes, you’re doing... you’re doing very well.”
“Try opening your eyes,” Wes said. “Look down the alley. Someone’s watching us.”
Delauney risked glancing to the side. His breath was coming too fast, all of the heat in his body rushing to his cock in Wes’ expert grip.
Down the side street next to the building Delauney was pressed up against, he could barely see a tall figure.
They were silhouetted in the light at their back, but he could tell by the movement of their arm that they were touching themselves.
Without warning, Delauney fucked into Wes’ hands, shuddering as he came over Wes lips.
Some of his spend trailed down Wes’ chin, and Delauney could tell by the glazed look in Wes’ eyes that he was almost slipping under.
“Good boy,” Wes said. Even though there was no dominance in his voice, it was enough to tickle the submissive need to be praised, and Delauney slumped against the wall. “Our guest is still watching.”
Delauney cast another glance at the person at the end of the street. They were working themselves faster now, and Delauney could hear the hitch of their breath.
Wes rose from his knees, bracing himself on the wall next to Delauney.
He hadn’t even straightened yet when Delauney caught him by the shirt, pulling him up the rest of the way to kiss him.
He tasted himself on Wes’ mouth as they stumbled further into the side road, elbows and knees scraping against the wall.
Delauney pressed Wes against the wall this time, a thigh between his legs as they kissed, Wes’ hard cock rubbing through his trousers.
“I should have known someone who’d stand up to Lennox would be dangerously reckless,” Delauney said, gasping for air as Wes sucked on his neck.
“I should have known that a noble wouldn’t know how to really be shameless,” Wes said. “And you said that you had no pride left to lose.”
“And you’re all pride, but here we are.” Delauney kissed him again, letting Wes rut against his thigh.
He felt it in the jolt of Wes’ body as he came, the rumble of a moan in his throat.
Delauney raised his hands to Wes’ face, gently rubbing the back of his neck with his fingers as he finally drew away.
“Are they still there?” Wes asked. Delauney followed his gaze, but the person at the end of the street was gone. “Wasn’t that nicer than worrying about whether you’re taking advantage of me?”
“Wes.” Delauney put his head in his hands as Wes laughed softly. “You can’t fuck a serious discussion away.”
“I know.” Wes slid out from under Delauney, adjusting his clothes. “But something you should know about me, Delauney, is that I don’t fuck officers. That makes you an exception. Do you think I’d bother if you were the sort to hold it over me?”
“A few weeks ago, you’d have lumped me in with all of them,” Delauney said, following Wes like a lost kitten.
“That was before you spent all night describing the movement of the stars,” Wes said.
Delauney felt an odd lump form in his throat.
Wes was always so much more open when he was under.
That meant that he was probably telling the truth, and it had been Delauney’s strange obsession with the sky, as his parents had put it, that had convinced Wes to set aside his reticence.
That didn’t sound like someone who was simply having a bit of fun, as Wes and Delauney had put it when they’d kissed on the deck the other night.
“Let’s secure our rooms at the inn,” Wes said, seemingly oblivious to the unusual emotions bubbling up in Delauney’s heart, “then we can practice reading in the orange groves after lunch.” Delauney sighed, and Wes cast him a wry smile over his shoulder.
“Don’t look so glum, Delauney. If we can get through a chapter, I promise to show you how enlisted sailors enjoy leave on Madog’s Throne. ”