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Three months Later
They were in the back of the haberdashery again, the place they’d met a handful of times, despite the dangers of being caught. It was as if his body burned for Ashwood, and he didn’t think he could stop himself from seeking out these moments for them to be alone. They had kissed and groped and soothed the bare skin between them, but this time Ashwood had sunk down to his knees and had the placket on Bellamy’s breeches undone. Bellamy’s entire body was thrumming with anticipation over what Ashwood might do to him.
“You deserve to have everything you desire, Bell,” Ashwood said, releasing his prick from the tight confines of the material.
“And what if everything I desire is right here in front of me?” he replied, and Ashwood sighed in a satisfied way. Bellamy loved the sound of it.
“Then I plan to remind you daily how breathtakingly lovely you are.” Ashwood’s gaze seemed to drag over every inch of his groin, from his abdomen down to his prick, making his blood feel as if it were steaming in his veins. The worshipful way Ashwood looked him over made Bellamy’s cock stiffen even further. “Because you deserve that as well.”
“It’s you who’s lovely,” Bellamy replied in a husky timbre. He could barely concentrate on Ashwood’s words, let alone the sentiment, not with Ashwood’s hand wound around his prick with the perfect amount of pressure. “You who deserves so much. You make me feel so…” He shook his head, so overwhelmed with emotion and desire, he was unable to proffer the exact response. It remained just out of reach.
“What?” Ashwood asked softly as their eyes connected. “What do I make you feel?”
“Like I’m pleasing to a devastatingly handsome lad’s eyes,” he said, and Ashwood’s gaze softened.
“You are more than pleasing,” he said, gently tugging his foreskin down, then lashing his tongue over his glans. “Abundantly more.”
Bellamy bit off a moan. “But also, like there is hope. Like perhaps the future is not so bleak as long as I have you.”
“I cannot wait until we can be together like this forever.”
“I cannot wait either, Ash.” He groaned, his eyes shutting as he attempted to regain control of his breathing.
Ashwood hummed as his tongue brushed his slit, collecting the seed that had gathered there and sending pinpricks along Bellamy’s spine.
When Bellamy grasped his shoulder for leverage, Ashwood delivered a devilish grin that melted him from the inside. He leaned forward, licked the length of his cock up one side and down the other, then suckled the tip as if it were a delicacy. “The way you smell. I cannot get enough of it.”
“Nor I.” A moan ripped from Bellamy’s throat, emboldening him. Feeling devilish himself, he gripped his length and fed it to Ashwood’s willing lips. Ashwood groaned, his eyes lighting up, sending him furtive, sensual glances. He liked when Bellamy was sure-handed with him, and Bellamy needed to remember that for just such situations.
Bellamy enjoyed it as well—it appealed to some deeper, primal instinct within him that urged him to take control, and Ashwood made him feel like perhaps he might be able to explore that part of himself. If only they had more opportunities.
As Ashwood sucked him down, it felt so good Bellamy’s eyes rolled back in his head. He couldn’t understand why anyone would think this act deviant between two lads. It was born of passion, and of a purity that made his eyes water with sentiment.
Affection coursing through him for this beautiful man down on his knees, he brushed the sweaty strands out of Ashwood’s eyes as he watched his shaft disappear between those lips that were as juicy as plums.
Ashwood increased the pace, his cheeks flushing a warm crimson color. The heat and pressure were so perfect, Bellamy could barely hold himself together. He was squirming, the hairs on his nape standing at attention as Ashwood sucked him into a sweet surrender. And how could he not give in to him when he was performing such sensual tricks with his tongue?
After all the pent-up tension from sleeping near him every night, barely touching, and then hoping they’d be able to steal another few moments together, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Heat flickered along his spine, then lower to his groin. He called out to warn Ashwood, but it was too late, and he stiffened and spent against his tongue. Ashwood’s eyes widened, and then he moaned as he swallowed him down. As if he loved the taste of him. It was a heady feeling, being so pleasing and beloved to someone, and Bellamy was desperate to return the favor and show Ashwood how fond he’d grown of him as well.
As soon as he came back to his senses, the world felt more alive with possibility than ever before. He felt Ashwood tucking him back in with care, and Bellamy could not squander the opportunity, so he dropped to his knees as well.
