Page 87 of Love Beneath the Guillotine
Naked, in the clear light of day, Léon was ethereal. His cock was long and gorgeous, invitingly hard, his legs muscular but lithe, his arms so shapely, the lot of him heavenly. His long eyelashes fluttered from beneath the swath of gold when he forced them to meet Henry’s, and to Henry, he was an idol of sex. Pure sex brought to life and waiting to be used. And Henry was going to take his time with Léon.
He rose up onto his knees. He directed, “Get on the bed, and crawl to me. Slowly.”
With a smile that was both shy and coy, Léon mounted the bed, deliciously compliant. Henry raised his chin as a sign he should come closer. He did so seductively, like the naturalcoquette he was. Gorgeous, delicate fingers pressing into the blanket, his body so long and slender that Henry wanted to lick him from head to toe.
An inch from touching Henry’s firm flesh, Léon lifted his head, thick locks brushing Henry’s chest. He dragged his lower lip along Henry’s navel as he did it, up over his abs, eyes begging for further instruction, before he started kissing Henry’s abs, softly, so softly.
Looking down at him, the long and delicate line of his spine, the arches of his perfect ass, it took a lot of self control for Henry to not throw him down and fuck him. But Léon was enjoying the game too much. And so was Henry. “Take them down.”
Flirtatious to the point Henry could have exploded, Léon blinked playful eyes up to him, then tilted his head and took the string of Henry’s breeches between white teeth. The way his neck stretched brought Henry’s fingers irresistibly into his hair. He toyed with silken strands, sending pings of pleasure all through Léon, while Léon worked at his breeches with those beautiful teeth. Open and further open, Léon took his time, and Henry was somewhere between furious that he’d put them on, and the happiest, most contented he’d ever been in his entire life.
How easily he could spend his whole existence with a man like Léon. If only every morning could be like this…
Henry’s breeches fell wide open, and the green eyes looked up, just as Henry had hoped they would. “All the way down, Ange.”
His breath tickled over Henry’s enormous dick as he kept his lips close, using his pretty fingers to slide the breeches over his ass, exposing his lovely cock in full. But still Léon stayed only tantalisingly close, taking no liberty without direction. And a mouth like that… pink, and plump, and round. It needed to be used properly.
Henry’s firm fingers slid beneath his jaw. “Open your mouth, beautiful.”
He did, just a little, the smallest parting of his lips.
“I’ll need a lot more than that, Angel.” A little more again, and, “Tongue out,” said Henry.
Hot eyes locked on his, and Léon stuck out his pink tongue, his cheeks hotly flushed, and how perfect he looked. Henry took his dick in hand and swept the tip around the edge of Léon’s wet tongue. Henry dripped for him, and the first taste of salty cum that had ever hit Léon’s mouth made him desperate to lap at his cock.
Henry pulled away at Léon’s first attempt. “When I say.”
Léon let out a soft whine, eager for more of him, but, after waiting a few gruelling seconds, he was rewarded when Henry slid his dick along Léon’s tongue, and finally, deep into his mouth.
Léon fought to keep it open for him—to not close around him and suck.
“Behave,” Henry warned, pulling pre-cum along his hungry tongue. He thrust in again, slowly, Léon’s mouth desperate, his breath coming harder. “Christ, you’re so good.” He felt the raise of Léon’s tongue as the desire to have him took over, and he controlled him with the words, “You are such a good boy.”
A deep groan of frustrated desire broke from the gorgeous throat, Léon’s brow wrinkling in a desperate frown which he threw at Henry.
Henry chuckled, took hold of his hair, then ran his dick back into his hot mouth, and Léon didn’t shift away. He only arched his neck that little bit to take even more of him, his eyes begging Henry, his lips so deliciously wet.
Henry could hardly help himself. He brought his dick back faster, sank himself in. “You look so fucking good with my dick in your mouth, Ange.”
Another whimper, and Henry complied with his unspoken wish, fucking his dick into his mouth more aggressively, trying Léon by going further, but his eyes only beseeched him for more and more again. He worked up a more brutal movement, watching Léon’s back arch, the way his fingers dug deeper into the bed. Finally, he paused, grabbed his chin, and commanded, “Close.”
Henry immediately doubled over as Léon’s burning mouth drew tight around his dick. He swallowed him down, more fervently than Henry had dared to think he might. A ragged gasp broke out of him, and he tried to take control back by sinking two fists into Léon’s hair, but that only seemed to make him more excited. Léon was like an animal, primal and natural, and he responded to Henry’s grasp by taking him halfway down his throat, fast and fierce and wholly sexual, and thank fuck he was coming to Paris.
“Léon!” The whole day, he’d promised. A whole day of pleasure. But just how was he to withstand this? But how was he to stop it? Léon’s back undulated invitingly and his ass was gorgeous, and Henry wanted his dick in there so badly. But this? This was bliss. This was the single best feeling he’d ever had in his entire life, and the most erotic view of anything in existence.
Léon devoured him like he couldn’t get enough, and the sight of him enjoying his dick was almost as good as the feeling. It was one of the hardest things Henry had ever had to do, but his desire to see the look on Léon’s face when he came again called the distant word to his lips. “Stop.”
There was an indecent popping sound as Léon fell immediately to his command.
He was too good to be true.
“Come up here,” Henry said.
Climbing onto his knees to meet him, Léon kissed Henry. His pupils were blown, eyes moist with the throat fuck, and he exuded the atmosphere of a man of pleasure.
“Did you like that?” Léon whispered. And he did it so provocatively that Henry instinctively pulled his dick away from him, lest the soft brush of Léon’s skin, combined with those words, put an end to his fucking him.
But his chest pressed against Henry’s, and his body, lightly sweaty, felt too good. Henry couldn’t help running fingers over the curve of his ass. “Lie back on the pillows for me.”
