Page 89 of Love Beneath the Guillotine
“Please Henri. Please. I want to be good for you.”
“Then take it.” He shoved his fingers deeper to a little cry of ecstatic, wonderful pain from Léon, and he fucked him faster.
It wouldn’t have been possible for Léon to be any more perfect for Henry. All Henry wanted was to see those white ribbons spurting from his desperate dick. But he said, “You’ll hold it. You won’t come until I can eat it.” And to test Léon’s strength, he took Léon’s dick right to the back of his throat.
“Oh god, I can’t?—”
Coming off begrudgingly, he demanded, “You will.” He shoved another finger in, watching Léon’s face crumble intounprecedented pleasure, delicious aching, pent-up, frustrated desire. He closed his lips over the tip of Léon’s dick, and Léon’s entire body was taut with overwhelm, desperate desire to fight it, desperate desire to please Henry, and heavenly delight that he’d spent his entire manhood dreaming of, that, under Henry’s command, was better than anything he’d ever imagined.
Very suddenly, Henry pulled his fingers out, but before he could make his next move, Léon leapt on him. He knocked him down onto the bed and went straight for his dick. Henry caught him by the hair, wrenched his mouth close, and forced a kiss against his lips. “That way,” he directed, and Léon gave him a gorgeous, sex drunk grin as he turned his body, letting Henry pull his leg around until he was straddling his chest, his beautiful, glorious ass right where Henry needed it.
Léon’s mouth enclosed Henry’s dick, and Henry took a few seconds, gripping Léon’s thighs, to get control of himself. He would have control. He was determined to make this memorable for Léon, unaware that he’d already obliterated every sexual desire Léon ever had by upstaging them a thousand fold.
Henry couldn’t resist that perfect pink hole. He pushed two fingers back in, finger fucking his ass while Léon went to town on his dick. Henry’s hips ground up, and with every push of his fingers, Léon only took him deeper. “You’re too perfect,” Henry cried. “You’re too fucking good, Léon.”
How, he couldn’t tell, but the compliment seemed to make Léon even more aroused. He devoured Henry’s dick, and Henry threw his head back, clenching his eyes shut, trying to not think about coming in Léon’s mouth. That was an utterly useless exercise, of course.
He yanked Léon’s thighs back, Léon’s dick gliding over his searching tongue. He took him into his mouth and felt Léon’s body seize up. Henry put all his desperate effort to not come into concentrating on pleasuring Léon, just as Léon did with Henry.It was a heated, desperate calamity of sighs and moans, and the sound of sucking and slapping bodies, and it was heaven to them both. All pleasure in there. All pleasure, all the places just the two of them were.
Henry locked a hand across Léon’s ass, forcing his dick down into his mouth, while his fingers toyed with Léon’s hole. Léon let out a cry and his mouth slipped off Henry’s dick as he tried to catch a breath, falling into the intensity. “Please, Henri,” He almost wept. “Please fuck me.”
Henry was having a marvellous time, and he fucked Léon’s dick into his mouth even more violently. Would it matter so very much if he let him come just then? He could make it up to him later…
But Léon sighed out, “Oh, please. I need you,” and he did it so sweetly, so earnestly, that Henry put aside all his thoughts of fisting Léon, or of having him sit on his face until he screamed, and instead, did the chivalrous thing.
He slipped his fingers out, and grasping Léon’s strong thighs, rolled him off. Léon, cat-like, moved again for his dick, but Henry caught his chin. He looked deep into Léon’s fevered eyes, then kissed him, long and hard. A kiss full of admiration, obsession. He pulled back and whispered, “I’m never letting you go. Do you know that?” He shifted towards the bedhead, pulling Léon with him until he straddled him. “You’ll stay in Paris, and you’ll live with me.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Léon said softly, arching into Henry’s hand at his back, to the tongue that dragged up his neck.
“I’m not letting you go,” Henry repeated, pulling him down to his dick, lining him up.
Léon dug fingers into Henry’s shoulders to steady himself. Henry took a firm grasp of his hip, sliding his other hand to his thigh, easing him down. Léon let out a sharp gasp as the firstinch sank into him. Henry’s lips parted over clenched teeth, eyes searing into Léon, needing to see his pleasure.
Léon raised up a touch, and the reticence of him, the quiet refusal of Henry’s request, made him want him all the more. He kissed his neck, whispering, “Say you’ll stay.”
“Henri…” He settled down again, a shudder of pleasure bursting from both of them.
Henry moved a gentle hand to his cheek. “Léon, look at me.”
The hazy green eyes opened, caught Henry’s for a moment, then soft hair fell across Henry’s fingers as he looked away.
A gasp escaped Léon when Henry’s hand closed on his ass, pulling him an inch further onto his dick. “You’re staying.”
Léon rose a little higher, still refusing the eye contact, but letting his being merge with Henry like a plea. He breathed a sweet sigh when he shifted down, full of Henry, full of his enormous cock, full of his adoration.
So Henry’s hand closed slowly around his throat. “Léon,” Henry whispered. Léon stilled at the touch, fingers digging into Henry’s chest, and he finally met his eyes.
He was scared. Not of Henry, but of the words Henry spoke, that kept pulling him into the real world—the world Henry dreamed of, the world Léon was too ground down to believe in. And Henry realised then that to Léon, he might as well have asked him to move to the moon. Léon didn’t see a future, not for either of them, together or apart. He only saw himself blown about by the wind.
“Léon,” Henry said, “I love you.”
“Oh, Henri, no.” A tear started to Léon’s eye, and he shook his head as though he could shake the words away.
“I love you,” he whispered fervently. And Léon ground down, as if his body was saying the words he couldn't bear to say.
“I love you,” Henry whispered, wrenching him in, and Léon fucked him—fucked him like he’d never imagined being fucked,with so much passion, so much longing. The words had come from nowhere, shot into Henry’s heart like an arrow from Cupid’s bow, but he’d meant them. And he could feel in every breath and movement that Léon meant it too.
Never were kisses so passionate, so alive, so broken-hearted. “I love you, Léon.” He gripped him that much tighter, forcing him down as Léon’s long fingers swept into his hair, grasping handfuls. “You’ll stay with me.”
