Lyndon smacked both assaults aside with a flourish, his face heating all the way to the tips of his hair.Duchamps-Avery retreated, stumbling over the hem of his oversized dress, giggling as he righted himself.
“And you fight like a dairy farmer, pup,” Lyndon growled.“I shall lop your head from your shoulders.”
Duchamps-Avery’s next strike came from up high.Parrying it, Lyndon delivered a short thrust of his own, pushing him back another step.His blade glided down the layers of red silk covering Duchamps-Avery’s arm.“Foiled again, pup.”
Nimbly, Duchamps-Avery ducked, weaving around Lyndon’s weapon.The dress slipped from one of his shoulders, exposing the jut of a pale collarbone, screaming to be licked.“It is nothing but a flesh wound, Captain.See?I am not so easily mastered.”
Lyndon followed with a riposte, swift and precise.The boy was everywhere.On his skin and under it, crawling into his heart, menacing his soul, reeling him in with an infernal red dress and a child’s damned toy.As Duchamps-Avery’s blade harmlessly sliced through the air, Lyndon darted forward and pressed the rounded end of his own sword up against the pup’s chin.
“Touché.”
His opponent’s weapon clattered to the floor.Chest heaving, Duchamps-Avery brought his hands up in surrender.His lips spread in a slow smile.“You have indeed slayed me, Captain.I am your prize.To do with as you wish.”
As Lyndon nudged his chin a little higher with the sword, Duchamps-Avery glanced down to between Lyndon’s legs.Then, quick as a flash, he ducked, catching the blade in his hand and putting the tip to his mouth.His pale gaze holding Lyndon’s, he gave the end a lascivious lick, circling his tongue around and around the smooth wood.
“Do you have something like this in mind, Captain?As my punishment?”He gave it a final lick.“Shall I unsheathe you?Is that how games in the nursery with your friend used to end?”
“We were never so bold.”Lyndon backed away until the backs of his trembling legs hit the chair.Gratefully, he sank into it.“Though sometimes he…he would kneel at my feet.Begging me for mercy.”
“Did you offer it?”
Lyndon swore as Duchamps-Avery licked his lips.He might as well be licking Lyndon’s member, the effect it had on it.“Never.”
Flaunting the dress like a marauding king might a stolen crown, Duchamps-Avery stepped closer.Then, in a whisper of silk, he dropped to his knees.So confident and wanting.So comfortable in his seduction.This man bore no resemblance at all to his innocent William and his shy embraces, his tentative kisses.No resemblance whatsoever, yet the same hungry yearning Lyndon had never experienced since feasted on his bones.The same longing arms reached out to him, touching the same unnourished part of him, that same burning flame.
Lyndon loosened his breeches as, like a virginal supplicant, Duchamps-Avery settled between his parted legs.He caressed Lyndon’s inner thighs, from his knees to the very tops, teasing him through the fabric.Lifting his head, he trapped Lyndon in his glittery, wicked gaze.
“Did your damsel please his lord in this fashion?”
“No…but…I wanted him to, I think.”
Duchamps-Avery’s mouth twisted naughtily.“How about like this?”
Lowering his head once more, he pressed his hot, damp lips against Lyndon’s covered cock.Fire after fire after fireignited along the length.Lyndon bit back a deep groan.
“No,” he whimpered.“He…he…we…did not know how.”
“But it would please you now, would it not?”
“God, yes.I have…I have been pleasured this way by true damsels, but never, never by one such…such…by a man such as you.”
There, he’d admitted it, the weight of his secret gone in a trice and with no going back.A huff of laughter escaped his throat.Now he had confided it, Lyndon felt light enough to fly.
Duchamps-Avery mouthed at his swollen tip as his soft hands squeezed and stroked Lyndon’s thighs.Lyndon’s cock twitched and leaked; he clamped his hands around the arms of the chair.
“You have the grit of a man, yet you seduce with the tenderness of a woman, pup.”
Duchamps-Avery’s hot mouth paused in its torture.“Sometimes, I feel I am both man and woman within the same body, my lord.And it is nothing of which to be ashamed.”
Pushing folds of linen aside, he took a moment to savour Lyndon’s cock, rising proudly from a halo of fiery red curls.Heat washed over Lyndon’s skin as the pup’s cool fist closed around the base.With a lick of greeting, he swabbed the tip.Then, stroking Lyndon’s shaft, he guided him into the soft sheath of his mouth.
Duchamps-Avery had a mouth like a whore.Lyndon moaned with pleasure.His body thrummed as the pup squeezed and sucked and stroked, feasting on Lyndon’s soul.As Duchamps-Avery’s jaw worked, his extravagant eyelashes closed over his extraordinary eyes.His tongue laved; his throat swallowed; Lyndon’s ballocks tightened.Never had the need to spend come upon him so fast or so strong.
He pushed a startled Duchamps-Avery aside.“I…you must…” Unstoppable, his release surged through him, rope after silvery rope of it.His numbed state vaguely registered Duchamps-Avery, with frantic jerks of his wrist, reaching the same conclusion beneath the folds of the rustling dress.Something Lyndon would like to see properly, if he weren’t quite so jellified.As the entirety of his rational consciousness absconded through his cock, he decided that was a treat he’d savour for next time.
*
WHEN LYNDON ROUSED, Duchamps-Avery was once more ensconced on the window seat, trousered legs neatly crossed and book in hand.In a crumpled puddle at his feet lay the red dress.He smiled at Lyndon, though Lyndon didn’t think it quite reached his eyes.
