Page 104 of Love Beneath the Guillotine
Henry threw his shirt to the floor. “What else will you do if I tell you?”
“Anything,” he said softly.
It was difficult for Henry to unlace his breeches, his dick pushing the string tight. “You’re irresistible.”
“Then why are you over there?”
“We-we-we-we’ve— You just said not to!” Henry blustered. “And you’re all stretched out, and your skin is so soft, and… Jesus christ, what I’d like to do to you.”
Sleepily, “You’re going to make me come all over this nice clean bed if you keep talking like that.”
Looking at the bath, then at the object of his desire, then at the bath, “Are you hard?”
“So hard for you.”
“Are you teasing me right now?”
With a laugh, “Yes.”
“You’re diabolical.” Henry, hard on and all, climbed into the tub, and sank beneath the water to soak his hair and every other frustrated part of him. He was soon back up though, drinking in Léon, who hadn’t moved an inch, who watched him, eyelids closing slowly, the same beautiful smile.
Henry flicked his hair back, sending a shower of drops onto the carpet, unable to tear his gaze away. “Roll onto your side.”
Smiling a little deeper, “Like this?” Léon propped his head on one arm, supported by an elbow, and rolled back to expose his abs, his thighs, and his gorgeously erect dick.
Henry wet his lips. “You’re like a work of art.”
Léon used long fingers to draw his leg up at the knee, tracing slowly along his thigh, pausing on his hip.
The way that room suited him. The way that life could suit him. He was made to be a kept man.
Henry wrapped his fingers around his dick. “I want you to stroke yourself, slow.”
Léon closed his eyes and hummed out a quiet agreement. His hand moved over his cock, one long, slow, lazy stroke, just as instructed.
Henry’s hand moved a little faster. “Are you thinking about me?”
“Yes. Henri…” The way he whispered his name. “I wish it was your tongue. The things you did to me in that room…”
“Keep talking.”
“The way you sank my dick into your mouth…”
“Mmm.”
“All the way.”
Another breath of pleasure as he watched Léon getting off on the thought of him.
“The way you pull my hair back when you fuck me…”
“Faster.”
“I like being under your control, Henri. I like what you do to me.”
“Fuck, Léon.”
“I wish your dick was in my mouth right now. The way I wanted you in that alley. Fuck, I would have done anything you said…”
