“We don’t need to rush anything,” Kit said softly. “We have time to plan our future.”
“But you do want a future with me,” Henry said urgently.
Kit smiled. “I do. More than anything.”
“Then the rest can wait,” Henry said.
“You should get up,” Kit said. “Before your knee starts playing up.”
Henry grinned. “Chaise longue?” he suggested, clambering back to his feet.
When Kit nodded, he pulled him over the long sofa, pressed him down, and settled his big body down next to Kit’s.
“I like this sofa.” he said. “It’s easily big enough for both of us.”
“Believe it or not, I’ve seen bigger,” Kit said idly.
“Have you?”
“Jake Sharp has an absolutely enormous one.”
Henry scowled, “How do you know that?”
Kit just laughed. Maybe one day he’d tell Henry how often Sharp had tried to get him into bed—but not tonight. “Size isn’t everything,” he said sweetly instead.
“I hear it’s what you do with it that counts,” Henry replied, beginning to shuffle his way down the length of the sofa.
“What are you going to do with it?” Kit asked breathlessly as Henry rubbed his cheek against Kit’s crotch, making his already semi-hard cock stiffen to full hardness in his breeches.
“I scarcely know,” Henry whispered, rubbing his face back and forth. “Tell me what you want.”
“Take my cock out,” Kit breathed. “Suck it.”
Henry did as he was bid, his fingers working frantically to open Kit’s breeches and gently extract his painfully hard cock.
He licked a stripe up the shaft, from balls to tip, then swallowed Kit down, taking in his whole length.
“Oh God!” Kit groaned, palming the back of Henry’s head. “Yes, like that.”
He let Henry suck him for several minutes, then grabbed a handful of Henry's hair and pulled him off.
“Such a good boy,” he breathed. “Will you serve me tonight with your cock?”
Henry seemed to shudder all over.
“I want it inside me,” Kit added lewdly. “So get your clothes off.”
Henry’s cheeks flushed, grey eyes glittering with pleasure as he clambered to his feet.
Kit rose too, and they both quickly undressed.
“Lovely,” Kit said, walking around Henry once he was naked, admiring the powerful planes of his body. “Are you ready to serve me?”
“Yes,” Henry whispered.
“Good,” Kit said, smiling. “That’s what I like to hear.” He strolled over to the bureau and removed the bottle of oil from the top drawer that he’d stashed there earlier.
On his way back to the chaise longue, he picked up Henry’s shirt, tossing the linen down on the sofa before he laid himself down on top of it. “You can wear this tomorrow,” he said. You’ll smell of my spend.”
Henry moaned and Kit laughed softly. “Come here. I want your tongue on my hole.”
Eyes shining with lust, Henry dropped to his knees and moved closer.
“Hands behind your head,” Kit said lightly. “I want to see you work for this.”
Henry groaned again but he did as he was bid, clasping his hands at the back of his neck as he inched forward.
At the first touch of his tongue, Kit sighed with pleasure and spread his thighs further apart. “Yes,” he moaned. “Just. Like. That.” He dropped a hand to his cock and began to lazily tease it, rubbing the head with his thumb, then stroking the length.
Henry’s eager tongue was exquisite against his sensitive rim, dipping inside, hot and squirming.
Ah fuck.
After a while, Kit tugged at his hair.
“All right you lovely beast,” he said hoarsely. “I want you inside me now.”
Henry let out a groan that was abjectly grateful and clambered up onto the chaise longue while Kit opened the oil and covered his fingers, liberally spreading the warm, viscous liquid over his already quivering, desperate hole.
“You too,” Kit breathed, reaching for Henry. He loved the easy glide of his oiled hand over Henry’s desperately hard shaft, and Henry’s gasp of pleasure at his touch.
“Come on, then,” Kit said when he was done. “Let’s get that lovely big prick inside me.”
But when Henry reached for his hips, Kit gave him a quelling look.
“Ah-ah,” he admonished. “Let’s keep those hands out of the way.”
“No, Kit, please,” Henry begged.
“Oh, but yes,” Kit said. “It will help you concentrate on my pleasure rather than your own. Come on. Hands behind your head again. I’ll help you get in.”
Henry groaned almost painfully this time, but he did as he was told, linking his hands at the back of his neck while Kit took hold of his shaft and