Chapter Five
It wasn't Thomas' very first kiss. But it was the first one which meant anything to him. He moaned softly. Christopher's mouth moved expertly against his, sending shivers up and down his spine. He felt Christopher's tongue dart out and lick his lower lip gently. Without thinking, he opened his mouth, feeling that warm tongue slide in and brush his own. He began to mimic Christopher's movements, kissing him back as lovingly as he could, tasting the older man's mouth. Christopher nibbled gently on Thomas’ lower lip, making him moan louder. He did not want to make much noise, but he could hardly help it. It felt so good. It felt so right. It was like he was about to melt into a puddle of lust and devotion.
Lust and idolatry were sins, sure... But Christopher's mouth was deliciously sinful.
Coming to his senses, Thomas broke the kiss, pushing Christopher's chest and forcing the older man to sit back.
Christopher paused. “Are you all right? Did I bite you too hard?”
“I... It is just too much,” Thomas gasped. “I cannot do this. It is a sin.”
“No, it is not,” Christopher protested, leaning in and brushing his lips against Thomas’ invitingly. “It is none of the cardinal sins, nor is it in the commandments.”
“But does the Bible not say it is wrong to lay with a man as one would with a woman?” Thomas protested feebly. Even he did not feel convinced by his own argument. All he wanted was to taste that sweet mouth again. But he knew he ought to put up some resistance, to at least be able to say he had tried.
“It is impossible to lay with a man as one would with a woman. There are some... substantial differences in equipment,” Christopher replied with a chuckle.
“I am not sure if that was the point,” Thomas said nervously. “Besides, what would you know of women? You are unmarried, and... a Molly...”
“I am not sure if I like that word,” Christopher said slightly indignantly, “but I assure you that women are just as licentious with their bodies as men are, if they are interested in your person.”
Thomas nodded. “I suppose so. I cannot say I have not seen some... indecent behavior from young women. I did not suspect anyone would take them up on it.”
Christopher shrugged. “What harm is there? If it were not I, it would be someone else.” He smiled softly. “Society is full of hypocrites and sinners. I am by far one of the less wicked.”
“Wait... I thought you preferred the company of men,” Thomas said, putting his head to one side inquisitively.
“I do. But I also enjoy that of women. One need not choose between fruit and meat, I find,” Christopher said in a low, seductive voice, leaning in for another kiss.
“I must,” Thomas sighed. “At least you may choose to marry, find a nice young lady who meets your fancies. I am destined to marry a woman and I have not yet found one who is half as appealing as...”
“As?” asked Christopher.
“As yourself,” Thomas said breathlessly, his face flushing red.
Christopher finished leaning in and their lips locked. It was just too perfect. Too delightful. He had put forward his arguments. Christopher had corrected him. He had put up some token resistance. Christopher had dismissed it. The only thing left to do would be evict Christopher from his house... But the man stood to become Duke one day. It would be rude to turn him down... Thomas smiled into the kiss. No, he had no choice. He had to obey and please his suitor.
As they broke the kiss, Christopher stared lovingly into Thomas’ eyes. “Do you wish to do anything else?” he asked quietly.
Thomas knew what he referred to. He may be naive and inexperienced, but he was no fool. He shook his head.
“Are you certain?” Christopher asked, glancing down at Thomas’ lap.
Thomas looked down and was surprised to find his erection straining against his clothes, forming a tent in them. He had not realized how arousing he had found Christopher's touch. He smiled and shook his head again. “We could not... It is daytime. And there are people in the house.”
“There is nobody else in here,” Christopher said. “And we can be nice and quiet. If that is what you want.”
Thomas hesitated. He felt his cock throbbing, desperate for Christopher's touch, for release. But it was too risky. “There may be some suspicion if we are too quiet,” Thomas argued. He did not really want to resist. But he had to. What if someone walked in?
Christopher looked around the room. “Do you not want me to? We do not have to,” he said.
“I... I do want you to. But I am afraid,” Thomas admitted. “If we are too quiet someone may intrude upon us, and if I were seen to be... with a man no less...”
Christopher kissed Thomas’ cheek. “Then play the piano. And do not stop playing, no matter what I do.” The tone of voice in which Christopher said this sent shivers down Thomas’ spine.
Thomas knew he didn't have to. He knew he could stand up and leave. But he did not want to leave. He wanted to feel Christopher's hands and mouth on his body. He wanted to be loved, to be made love to. What he desired, what he had wanted to experience since his sexual awakening, what he had never hoped to taste was now presented to him on a silver platter. He was not going to waste this opportunity.
His fingers descended upon the keys, playing a soft, simple tune. And he waited. At first, he thought Christopher was having second thoughts. But then it happened. Christopher's lips met his neck and began to kiss, lick, and nibble. Thomas shivered. His hands twitched. He let out a soft sigh and leaned toward Christopher.
“Keep playing,” Christopher whispered.
Thomas nodded again, biting his tongue and returning to the piano. This was harder than he had thought it would be. Of course, it made sense. If he kept playing then even if someone were to stop by they would assume the two men were enjoying some music and not interrupt them. But every touch of Christopher's skin was like a gust of cold wind on a warm day, refreshing him and taking his senses away from him briefly as the pleasure and peace washed over him.
A strong hand began to rub over his chest. He sighed as it brushed his nipple, before forcing himself to concentrate on the music again. He was thankful he was playing a simple song, because nothing else would even be possible. He moaned as Christopher pulled his collar down and began to suck his neck.
Before he realized what was happening, he felt that strong hand traveling down his chest and stomach. Gently, the buttons to his shirt were pried open. If Christopher's mouth on his skin and his hands over Thomas’ clothes weren't bad enough, the feeling of Christopher's fingers tracing his bare chest was ecstasy. Christopher's warm hands felt like hot little flames burning notes of passion into his flesh.
“You have a sublime balance,” Christopher whispered, “soft skin, hard muscles, strong yet slender... You're like some creature out of a fairy tale.” He ran his fingertips over Thomas’ abdomen, feeling every inch of him.
Christopher's hand found Thomas’ nipple and tweaked it tentatively. Thomas had never thought to play with his nipples before, but now he regretted not finding out about it sooner. The motion sent waves of pleasure through his body and he had to clench his teeth hard to avoid moaning out loud. Every time the nipple was tweaked he let out another gasp, feeling his cock throb in response to the pleasure. It was divine.
He grumbled in frustration when Christopher's hand finally left his chest.
“Shh, we're getting to the fun part,” Christopher said, his hand slowly but steadily trailing down toward Thomas’ trousers. Slipping beneath the waistband, the large, strong hand quickly found Thomas’ throbbing erection and gripped it gently. It was a fair size, not the biggest Christopher had enjoyed, but surprisingly large given how slender and delicate the rest of Thomas was.
Thomas moaned. It felt so good, so right to have Christopher gently feeling his cock. But he wanted more. He wanted to feel him squeeze it and stroke it and drive him over the edge.
“Please,” he whispered, “please, help.” He wasn't sure what else to say. How else to phrase it. What he was asking for. All he knew was that he wanted Christopher's help. He needed it.
Christopher leaned back, his lips flushed red from the attention he had been giving Christopher's neck, his eyes full of love. He smirked. “Help with what?”
Thomas found himself blushing again. He had only ever thought these things, and even then, it was guiltily. He had never put his thoughts to words, spoken them... “Help me to do it; help me to climax.”
Christopher licked his own hand, quickly moving it down whilst the saliva was still warm, firmly gripping Thomas’ cock. Thomas gasped and felt his body seize up. “Keep playing,” Christopher reminded him once again as he began to stroke, firmly, slowly and sensually.
Thomas was not sure how much longer he could continue playing the piano. The sensations were overwhelming him.
Of course he had done this on his own. But this was different. He had never been touched like this by anyone, least of all someone he found so intensely attractive. It was far too much for his mind and body to handle. Every single touch was intoxicating, exhilarating... Although it had only just begun, he could feel himself so close...
There was a knock at the door. Thomas felt his entire back tense up and his eyes darted around the room, but nobody had come in. They were still in private. Christopher was still stroking him.
“Stop,” Thomas whispered to him.
Christopher's hand stopped moving, but it rested exactly where it was.
“Who is it?” Thomas asked, trying to sound as normal as he could despite his breathlessness.
“Just me,” came Delilah's voice. “Mother was under the impression that His Grace wished to meet me.”
“A little later,” Christopher replied loudly, “we are enjoying some male bonding time and it would be quite ruined by your presence,” he explained.
Thomas watched as Christopher raised his hand to his mouth, licking the clear, sticky fluid from it with gusto. Seeing Christopher's tongue swirling over his own fingers and knowing that they were a mere door's opening away from discovery, left Thomas suspended between desire and dread.
“Oh, it is no trouble, I shall wait in the drawing room with Mother,” Delilah said.
Thomas breathed a sigh of relief and resumed playing the simple tune. Christopher watched the doorway as they heard Delilah's footsteps fade down the corridor. Then, scooting closer, Christopher reached for Thomas’ slightly softened cock once again.
Thomas felt a little uncomfortable. “Perhaps we ought to stop. What if someone were to come in?”
“What if they were to come in and see you like this? No, we need to finish and tidy up, do you not agree?” Christopher asked, planting kisses up and down Thomas’ bare neck and shoulder. “Besides, nobody will intrude on us if I tell them to stay out. I have authority. Always.”
Thomas nodded. “If you insist...”
He felt the usual thoughts returning to him. It wasn't right. It wasn't moral. It wasn't how things were supposed to be. And if he were caught he would be shunned from polite society. Only Dukes could get away with such acts. The son of a Baron would never be forgiven...
All his doubts quickly faded as Christopher's warm, wet hand wrapped around him once again and squeezed him firmly. Still sensitive and eager, his cock leaped back to full vigor under Christopher's ministrations, and soon they were where they had left off.
Between his own fear of being discovered and their shared desire, he was desperate for the release he had just been denied. He thrust up into Christopher's hand. The older man expertly massaged him and it was not long before he found himself driven to the edge of ecstasy.
It was more intense than he had ever experienced by his own hand. He felt his mind completely overwhelmed by his orgasm. He could see nothing, hear nothing, do nothing, experience nothing but the waves of pleasure which Christopher had brought him.
A few seconds later, basking in the bliss, he turned to look at Christopher. Christopher smiled at him and kissed his cheek tenderly. All Thomas wanted was to fall back, lie down, and just enjoy the feelings flooding his body.
Forcing himself to remain upright and resume playing the tune, he watched intently as Christopher lifted his hand to his lips, licking Thomas’ hot semen from his own fingers. “God, you taste good,” he sighed.
Thomas blushed. He wondered what a man tasted like. He had always considered trying his own, but he had been afraid to develop a taste for forbidden fruit and had always resisted. His eyes rested on Christopher's wet lips, then slowly gazed up into Christopher's eyes.
“Do you want a taste?” Christopher asked, moving in for a kiss.
“Yes, please,” Thomas whispered, leaning in and locking lips with Christopher.
It was a beautiful sensation. Thomas wondered if he was imagining it, but Christopher seemed to be kissing him with three times the passion he had before.
He could taste himself in Christopher's mouth. It was not exactly what he would call delicious, but it was thrilling and moreish all the same. He found himself licking into every corner of Christopher's mouth to experience more and more of the taste.
When Christopher finally broke the kiss, Thomas let out a slight whimper of disappointment.
“Do you like it?” Christopher asked.
Thomas nodded.
“Good... because that is a taste you will hopefully experience time and time again, for many years to come,” Christopher said, kissing up and down Thomas’ neck.
Thomas realized what Christopher meant. Thomas had had his release, but Christopher was still waiting. He was not sure where it came from, but he felt an overwhelming urge to make sure Christopher experienced the same intense pleasure he just had.
“I... I want to repay you,” Thomas said in a whisper.
“Keep playing,” Christopher insisted. “Now, how shall you repay me? Your hands are busy.”
Recalling something he had once heard other young men discussing, he looked up into Christopher's eyes and smiled, trying to project confidence but knowing full well he just looked nervous. “I could repay you with my mouth,” he said, hearing his own voice break a little with excitement.