suggested but Cyril winced as they turned down the hall and passed the dining room.
“He’s already feeling like he’s been disrespected and taken for granted. I’m not going to step on his toes unless it’s for something important. I won’t gain anything by making him more distrustful,” he confided.
“Very good, sir. Marston is too smart to touch the internet yet but he is scavenging parts and gathering intelligence,” Alon said and Cyril smirked at the game room’s door as he reached for it then stopped.
“Of course, he is. That’s how he’s survived. He grew up with vicious, scheming parents and navigated British society as an impoverished royal. Then, he set out on his own as a very young man and practically built himself and Lavender from scratch,” he marveled then held up a hand. “It’s quiet in there. I hope it wasn’t too serious of a fight,” he worried and offered Alon a sheepish wince before he eased the door open and peeked. They weren’t playing pool or darts so Cyril and Alon took a few cautious steps inside. The door to the card room was open and Cyril heard a hard swear. His brow shot up and there was another swear as they made their way past the pool table. Cyril leaned to see around the door and into the card room and held his hand out to stop Alon as he tried to look over his shoulder.
“Fuck! I still don’t know how you do that!” Sloan whispered. It was high and strained and Cyril assumed Marston picked the card room because he knew there were no cameras. He was on his knees and Sloan’s groin was smashed against Marston’s face. Marston made a euphoric gagging sound as he swallowed all of Sloan’s cock. There was a loud slurping sound as Marston sat back on his heels so he could pump Sloan’s length and lap at the head.
“Years of practice. Come all over my face then feed it to me. I’m going to lose my mind because I won’t be able to taste you,” Marston complained and made a greedy sound as he swung forward and gagged as he took Sloan’s shaft deep in his throat again.
“Jesus, I’m just about there,” Sloan ground out and Cyril and Alon were both wide-eyed as he held onto the back of Marston’s head and bucked against his face. Marston gurgled in delight before Sloan pulled out and spilled all over his cheeks, lips and chin. “Fuck!” Sloan laughed as he shivered and jerked then dropped to his knees in front of Marston. “Fuck, you’re amazing,” he sighed raggedly and used his fingers to gather the cum from Marston’s face and shoved them into his mouth. Marston hummed as he sucked and lapped and Sloan murmured his name soothingly as he kissed him and licked at his lips. “I love you and I won’t stay gone a minute longer than I have to,” he whispered. Alon gave Cyril’s sleeve a slight tug to signal he was leaving. Cyril nodded and they tiptoed out the way they came and quietly shut the door behind them.
“I don’t know if I should be offended that it’s happening in every corner of my house or disappointed that I’ve never tried it in most of these places myself,” Cyril admitted to Alon.
“Sir, I...” He said woodenly then shook his head and took off down the hall.
“He’s right. That would be undignified,” Cyril murmured to himself and went to see if he could steal Farris away from the vault for a bit.
Chapter 14
“We should be going down now,” Lavender reminded Sage. He glared at this watch then gave his sleeve a firm tug to pull out the creases and resumed pacing in the sitting room.
“What are we going to miss?” Sage asked as he leaned out of the bathroom. “I’m almost ready. Can you do this for me?” He held out the pewter and lavender paisley bow tie Lavender left out for him.
“Certainly,” Lavender murmured as he went to him and hummed in approval as he tipped Sage’s chin back and admired his neatly trimmed beard. He decided to forego shaving while they were at Blackhurst and it was just enough to make Sage look “dirty” but not unkempt. “I won’t be able to keep my eyes off of you tonight,” he whispered and turned his head so he could suck on Sage’s neck.
“You shouldn’t do that if you want to leave,” Sage warned. His hand slid down Lavender’s