Page 88 of Love Beneath the Guillotine
Léon’s head dropped to the side, and the tip of his tongue came out to run over his lips, for no reason, it seemed, but to try Henry. “I was enjoying your dick. I love your dick. I can’t get enough of your dick. Wasn’t I doing well?”
Jesus fucking Christ, this man is going to kill me. “Lie back on the pillows and you’ll get more dick than you can handle.”
Léon bit his lip. Henry almost came on sight.
As if he knew, Léon shot a cocky grin at him, then threw himself back with a flourish.
The change was remarkable. He was unrestrainedly sexual. Was it the time-limited nature of the thing? The idea that they would part soon and then it would be only memories? Or was this who Léon really was? Always sensual, just beneath the surface, waiting for someone to bring it out of him?
Henry slid his breeches off, then set his lips to Léon’s abs, the sensation of his soft skin on his tongue setting his nerves aflame. He kissed a path up his body, shifting between his legs. The precious, silken thighs pressed into his waist, and he ran fingers over them, unable to believe he’d found himself there, wrapped up in Léon.
And it was only about to get better.
He pushed himself up on strong arms, sliding his dick against Léon’s to sweep arms around his neck, kissing him,falling into the welcoming warmth of him for a few delicious moments… then he leaned over and scooped up a handful of ever-softening butter from the bedside table.
He slapped it down on Léon’s belly.
Léon let out a little cry at the cool shock, but Henry’s warm hand was soon smoothing it across his skin. It melted, golden and delectable, over his abs, down his sides, and Henry ran a glistening line over his dick. “Arms out long, Ange,” he said, stroking him. “I want to watch you enjoy this.”
Barely able to think with the pleasure shooting through his brain, Léon lifted himself a little, stretching two arms out across the many pillows, the top of his back against the headboard, watching Henry’s every move with rapt attention.
Henry took his buttery hand from his dick and traced his thumb across Léon’s lower lip. “Did you say you’re hungry?”
He pushed two fingers into Léon’s mouth and immediately regretted it. Léon’s tongue curled around his fingers even as his hips shot forward, and the way he sucked them… Henry fought the urge to let go. He dipped his head to Léon’s slathered cock and took him whole, a gasp from Léon’s lips freeing his hand so he could grasp his ribs while he took his dick deeper.
His slick fingers explored Léon’s body, ran through the plentiful trail of gold, then curved two hands beneath his thighs to lift them over his great shoulders, Léon’s calves crossing over his back to pull him close.
“No,” said Henry, trailing his tongue around the tip of Léon’s dick. “Take your legs wide.”
Keen and sensuous eyes met his molten gaze. Henry pumped him smoothly, watching Léon’s head roll back. “You said I’d get dick,” Léon reproached him, closing his eyes, sinking into his pleasure.
“And so you will. If you’re a good boy.” Another groan, and Henry grinned to know he had Léon’s needs down.
Léon eased his legs back just as he was told, and Henry’s slippery hands ran along the plains of his thighs, slowly, provokingly, savouring every inch of skin, until two thumbs met at his tight pink hole. “Look at you, Ange. You’ve wanted this so badly, haven’t you?” Henry pressed his thumbs to the edge of his rim, and began slow and teasing circles. He dipped his head to kiss Léon’s huge cock, rising up in front of him.
“I have,” Léon implored. “I’ve dreamed of you, Henri.”
“Is that so?” Henry pushed the tips of his thumbs into Léon’s ass, pulling gently at the rim as his fingers dug into the begging flesh of his cheeks. He watched the muscles of Léon’s arms flex as he dug fists into the pillows. “I dreamed of you too, Ange. I dreamed of sinking my dick down your beautiful throat.”
“Please, Henri,” Léon whimpered.
“I dreamed of sinking my dick up to the hilt in this beautiful ass.” But instead, Henry lowered his lips to Léon’s hole and licked the trail of butter all around his rim. He indulged in Léon’s pleased, shocked moans, the press of his trembling legs against his shoulders.
“Oh, fuck,” Léon sighed out. “Are you supposed to do that?”
Henry repressed a chuckle. The things he wanted to show Léon…
He used his tongue to scramble the part of Léon’s brain that formed words, working him up into a frenzy, then he smoothly sank a finger in. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of Léon writhing in pleasure, those lovely fingers twisting in the bedclothes. Henry took a hold of Léon’s iron dick and he pressed forward. His body arched in response, and Henry said, “I can’t wait to see you come. I need to watch you come.” He stroked Léon’s dick, worked him for a time until Léon had pulled half the pillow across his face in a vain attempt to stifle his noise, then, regretfully, Henry had to ease off a little to reach for a proper lubricant.
The extra lamp oil he’d requested was fresh and clear and very serviceable, but as thehuile de cachalotwasn’t half as sexy as butter, the second he got a handful, Léon’s dick was back in his mouth, and he stretched a second finger in. Léon never noticed a thing. The sight of him, legs pulling back, arms out long in determined compliance with Henry’s desire, biting into his lip for some relief, and his hole stuffed with Henry’s fingers… He worked his dick a little faster, slick, more arousing than anything Henry could ever have dreamed up. “Christ, you’re pretty,” Henry said. “I bet you can take another one for me.”
Léon’s body arched in anticipation, and Henry ground his own wet dick into the sheets, desperate for relief from the intensity, especially when Léon replied, “I can take anything you want to give me. I’ll do anything for you, Henri.”
Oh fuck. He needed to fuck him. He needed badly to fuck him. But he was too beautiful a sight to let it be over, because he was sure, if his dick got one taste of Léon’s perfect ass, it would be finished far too soon. He pumped his ever-fucking fingers out, then slowly started back in with a third.
Léon hissed a breath over his beauteous teeth.
“You’ll need it, Ange,” Henry warned. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
