Page 114 of Shroom for Improvement

Everything was silent and still in the lab, except for our breaths and heaving chests.

Claude stared up at me. His gaze flitted down to my lips and stayed there.

“I want to kiss you,” he said, finally meeting my eyes again. “Actually, I want to do so much more than kiss you, but...” His fingers fell to my lower lip and swiped across it. “But I’m very conscious that in over three weeks you’ll be le—heading back to Remy.”

I made to reply, but Claude bridged my mouth closed with this thumb.

“I just need to say this, okay?”

I nodded.

“In a few weeks’ time, we’ll have separate lives again, and I’m not saying that should change. You have a life to go back to. You have an important job, friends, colleagues. You’re making a difference. You belong in Remy, and I belong here. But...” He swallowed. His gaze flicked down to my lips again. “Can we belong to each other for the next few weeks?”

I had to close my eyes and lean into Claude’s touch to stop myself becoming overwhelmed at his words. I wanted that. I wanted that so much I could pass out.

We both understood the dangerous line we were edging, how easily this could transcend into no-going-back territory.

Claude waited for me to open my eyes.

I nodded again. “Yes,” I whispered, the word barely audible.

He stepped forward, crowding my space, disappearing all the gaps between our bodies. His heart pounded. I felt it against my own pounding chest. He was shaking. From want or adrenaline or nerves, I wasn’t sure.

“Sonny?”

“Yes?”

“Can I take you to bed?”

When You Are Mine

Sonny

I told Claude I’d meet him in his room in thirty minutes, that I needed to shower and prep. I was already hard thinking about what we might do in a few moments’ time, though I resisted the almost crushing urge to stroke myself. Instead, I concentrated on washing and stretching. Lots of stretching.

Claude was big. Not the biggest guy I’d been with, but bigger than most. And definitely big enough for me to know I shouldn’t rush my prep.

I started by telling Jenny not to watch—please—and I used the douche it had helpfully left in my shower for me. Then I lubed up my fingers, slid one in, then two, scissored them, and breathed through the stretch. I added more lube. Tried not to massage my prostate. Tried again not to massage it after failing the first time. And again. Tried at least to muffle my moans with my forearm.

Dammit, dammit, dammit, it felt so fucking good, and it had been a long time. Aloooongtime. If I didn’t slow down soon,I’d end up with my fist around my cock and my cum all over the bath mat. It would ruin the entire evening for both of us.

“Jenny, an intervention, please,” I whined, hoping to gods the house would hear and take some measures to stop me.

My toothbrush catapulted across the bathroom and ricocheted off my forehead.

“Thanks.”

I took the butt plug I’d accidentally stolen on Jenny’s house tour, added a little extra lube to it, and pushed it inside me. I had tried to return the plug, just like everything else I’d stolen, but I couldn’t locate the room again, and now I needed it, so I guessed my quick fingers sometimes paid off.

After dressing in clean shorts and a tee, I crossed the hall to Claude’s room. He was waiting for me at the top of the mezzanine level, his hand on the banister. He’d taken his jacket off, but was otherwise still fully clothed. The lights had been dimmed, and in the background, an instrumental “When You Are Mine” played.

“Is this too much?” Claude said as I climbed the steps to him. “I told Jenny it might be too much, but it insisted. Literally, wouldn’t let me turn the lights on, and I still can’t figure out where the music is coming from. It said it wouldn’t bother us, though. Said it was going to keep itself preoccupied by alphabetically listing every ant colony on Stinkhorn grounds and then assigning names to each an—”

Now it was my turn to shut him up. I cupped his jaw, tilted his chin up, and brought my lips down to his. My fingers were already loosening his tie. He lifted my T-shirt over my head. No pretence anymore, no point denying we were here for any other reason. His shirt and our trousers were next, the clothing forgotten about as soon as it hit the carpet. Our mouths stayed connected the entire time.

I backed him up to the bed until the mattress bumped against the inside of his knees... paused the kiss, tilted his forehead to mine. “How do you want to do this?”

“Honestly? I want to spend five hours admiring how perfect you are, and then I want to lie on my back and watch you ride my cock.” He kissed me again... moved the kiss towards the corner of my jaw. “But I don’t think I can wait five hours.”

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