Chapter 8 #2
Panic filled Yves as it occurred to him he might have offended the one man he wished to please and whom he adored more than any other.
“I…that is what is said about you,” he said lamely, feeling even worse for his clumsy explanation.
“Everyone considers it a great honor to be chosen by you as your companion, even for a short time,” he fumbled on, taking a lurching step closer to Bradford.
He placed his hands over Bradford’s as they still grasped the front of his shirt. “I consider it an honor.”
Bradford held perfectly still for a moment before breathing out heavily, his shoulders sagging.
“My dear angel, I am sorry,” he said. Yves began to panic before Bradford grasped the sides of his face and went on with, “I am so sorry that I ever made you feel as if you were a cheap bauble to be worn once and discarded.”
“That is not it at all,” Yves said, though perhaps it was.
Bradford shook his head. “I have been a careless fool,” he said. “Not once did I stop to think that my actions, however well-intentioned and careful, were, in fact, callous and self-serving.”
“I did not mean to insult you,” Yves whispered, more panicked than ever.
“You have not insulted me,” Bradford said, letting go of Yves’ face so he could draw him fully into his arms. “You have lifted the veil from my eyes. You have touched my heart and made me see that there is more to life than fleeting pleasures and forgettable adventures.”
“I did not—”
Whatever Yves was trying not to do, Bradford silenced his panic by slanting his mouth over his and kissing him long and deep. The fear and worry of what Yves was certain were the wrong things said melted away as the warmth of Bradford’s body and the richness of his scent surrounded him.
“You are not some forgettable lamb who I would turn out into pasture tomorrow,” Bradford said when they paused for breath. He kissed Yves again, and when they needed breath once more, he finished his thought with, “You are someone I wish to have and hold close to my heart always.”
Yves was beyond words. He made a sound of soft excitement instead, blinking up at his savior with hope and ever-increasing desire. “I would go with you to the ends of the earth,” he whispered, grasping handfuls of Bradford’s shirt.
Bradford grinned at him. “For now, I only want you to go to bed with me.”
Yves laughed with sudden joy and swelling lust. He was more than happy to follow that command, and any other command Bradford wished to give him once they were between the sheets.
They finished undressing hurriedly. He was done first and dove into Bradford’s bed, twisting this way and that, as he was uncertain which way Bradford wanted to have him. He was still a touch sore from the night before, but he could ignore that if Bradford wanted to use him for his pleasure.
As soon as Bradford joined Yves in bed, he stilled Yves’ restlessness by spreading himself overtop of him and pinning his arms and legs out like a star with his hands and knees. A shiver passed through Yves at the way Bradford made him feel so controlled and valued, and he smiled impishly at him.
“You are a surprise, Clermont,” Bradford growled, his mouth close to Yves’ own.
“Yves,” Yves said. “Please call me Yves.”
Bradford growled even deeper and slanted his mouth over Yves’ in his most possessive kiss yet. Yves felt completely at his mercy, ravished and savored in every way. His heart raced, and his eager cock pushed up against Bradford’s belly.
“And you must call me Howard,” Bradford said as he lifted above Yves and grinned down at him. “We are on far too intimate terms to observe the formalities of family names.”
“Yes,” Yves sighed, relaxing into the bed. It was a show of surrender as much as an agreement. He was absolute jelly in Bradford’s arms, except for the part of him that strained eagerly for Howard’s touch.
He arched his hips, cheekily rubbing his heavy cock against Howard’s belly. Howard burst into a grin, then reached between them to grasp Yves’ erection in a firm grip.
Yves gasped then let out a plaintive, submissive sound as currents of pleasure swept through him. He adored the possessive dominance in the way Howard held him, adored the complete abdication of any will of his own.
Howard liked their dynamics. A wolfish smile lit his face as he looked down at Yves. His tight hold on Yves’ cock turned into rough stroking. Yves was already consumed with desire, and the pleasure Howard gave him with his touch only added to that. Yves was restless and dripping in no time.
“Such a sweet, eager angel,” Howard whispered before sliding down so that he could rain kisses over Yves’ shoulders and chest.
It was glorious and strange all at once.
Yves loved every second of the way Howard studied and savored him with his lips and his hands.
He felt as though he should be doing a great deal in return, kissing and stroking Howard with as much passion as Howard explored him, but at no point did Howard demand that.
It was as if the man were an acolyte worshiping something he loved, and he most definitely adored Yves’ body.
When he flipped Yves to his stomach and spread his legs while kneeling between them, Yves was certain his hole was in for another delicious assault.
He scrunched his face slightly, ready for the pain that would certainly come.
But instead of stretching and penetrating him, Howard pulled Yves’ cheeks apart and dragged his tongue over Yves’ sore and sensitive pucker.
Yves cried out at the unexpected sensation, then gripped the pillow in front of him and moaned as Howard threw himself into his task.
Yves had never had anyone tease and delve and treat him like that.
It was made all the better because he was still so sensitive from before.
He caught himself rubbing his cock against the sheets under him to increase the pleasure coursing through him.
Just when he thought he might burst with the beauty of it all, Howard pulled away from him. Yves’ split second of disappointment was halted when Howard roughly demanded, “Hold yourself open.”
Confused but oh so willing, Yves pressed his cheek into the pillow and reached back with shaking hands to grab his arse and hold himself open to Howard’s gaze.
His gesture was met with heavy breathing and a growl of possessiveness from Howard.
Yves shivered and jerked against the bed as he watched Howard, red-faced, his body glowing with sweat, stroking himself vigorously.
A moment later, Howard groaned with pleasure, then shot jet after jet of cum over Yves’ hole and bum. The action was primal and possessive, and Yves found himself breathing fast and so desperately close to coming.
Howard must have sensed that. As soon as he was spent, he flipped Yves to his back again, then practically dove between his legs to lift his cock and suck it into his mouth.
Yves cried out at the sudden, overwhelming pleasure.
He only lasted a handful of seconds as Howard bobbed on him until he was thrusting his hips up and spilling into his lover’s mouth.
Howard moaned between swallows, a look of complete bliss on his face.
The heady moment settled into a warmer, heavier one. Howard released Yves’ spent cock, then fell to his side, pulling Yves into his arms with Yves’ back against his chest. “My angel,” he sighed, then nuzzled the back of Yves’ neck.
Yves was too stunned with pleasure to reply.
He could only draw Howard’s arms farther around him, snuggling into him and smiling as the two of them started to drift off together.
He had no idea why Howard had singled him out, but he thanked every lucky star in the heavens that he had.
He would do whatever Howard wanted of him, now and always, even if that meant overcoming his own deepest fears.