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“Plenty of men touch me,” Giles said with a wry look.
He would have elaborated, but Theo said, “I wish they would not. I wish you were mine and mine alone and that you never had to debase yourself to others ever again.”
Part of Giles wanted to argue that his profession was far more fun than debasement, but he found that he didn’t want to. As much as it surprised him, he could actually see a life for himself where the only man with any right to touch him was Theo, and where Theo was the only man he took to his bed ever again.
The idea was bright and new to him, like a shiny guinea found on the street unexpectedly. He liked the thought so much that he surged against Theo, slanting his mouth over his and giving himself over to a kiss of pure affection and joy.
Theo immediately kissed him back, as though Giles was the air he needed to keep breathing and living. His large hands spread across Giles’s back, gripping and holding him tight. Giles loved the power of the gesture and the feeling that Theo would protect him from anything and everything life might throw his way.
He warmed at the whispered thought that everything would have been so different if he’d had his fierce bear to protect him all those years ago, when he was a boy who could not defend himself against the unspeakable.
“I want you,” Theo growled, tugging at the bottom of Giles’s shirt.
He paused a moment later and blinked at Giles, as though his words and actions had come as a surprise to him.
That moment passed quickly, however, and with double the determination, he continued to peel Giles out of his clothing. Giles did everything he could to help, shoving off his shoes and fumbling with the buttons of Theo’s jacket. They were already clumsily dressed after that morning, so it took far less time to shed every stitch that they wore and to flop back on Giles’s collection of cushions.
This time, Giles stayed on the bottom, Theo’s thick, heavy body wedging between Giles’s thighs and spreading him open. His wiry hair tickled Giles’s chest, but that was only part of Giles’s reasons for laughing and wriggling with delight.
“Intent on finishing what you started earlier?” he asked, sliding his hands up Theo’s chest and into his thick hair.
“If you mean claiming you as my own, then yes,” Theo growled, then lowered himself to ravish Giles with a kiss.
It was glorious and aggressive. Theo was so much bigger than him that Giles felt completely mastered. He couldn’t have pushed Theo away if he’d wanted to, which added a layer of danger to the excitement that coursed through him. His cock stood stiff and hot against his abdomen, leaking in expectation as Theo rocked his hips against Giles’s. Theo’s massive prick slid against the crease of his hip, so close to where Giles wanted it, and so far away.
“The jar beside the bed,” he managed to pant when Theo went from punishing his mouth to nibbling his neck and shoulder. Theo closed his mouth over a spot where Giles’s neck met his shoulder and sucked hard enough to leave a mark. Giles bucked and groaned with pleasure, and repeated, “The jar. Beside. Bed.”
Theo jerked up, as if just realizing Giles had said something, then twisted to the bedside table. He reached out for the jar there, then made a sound of primitive approval as he realized what it was.
Giles shivered in anticipation as Theo knelt between his spread legs and opened the jar. Even kneeling, Theo was so broad and powerful that Giles had to draw his parted legs up a bit to accommodate him. From his position on his back, gazing up at Theo, Giles felt like a nymph that had been captured by a minotaur and was about to be split in two. His breath came in shallow, expectant gasps, and his cock dripped like a spring onto his belly.
“You like what you see,” Theo said, setting the jar aside and spreading its contents over his cock in a way designed to make Giles drool. It wasn’t a question. Theo could absolutely see how eager he was to be used. “You want this in you?” Theo asked, peeking down at his prick.
“Yes, please,” Giles gulped, barely able to get the word out.
“You are a little minx, aren’t you,” Theo said with a wicked grin.
Giles would have laughed, but he wasn’t capable of any sound at all as Theo scooped his arms under his legs and folded Giles back. Whether as a show of brute strength or because he couldn’t hold out that long, Theo wasted no time in positioning Giles how he wanted him, then guiding his hot, glistening cock to his hole.
He pushed in without hesitation or preparation, but Giles most definitely didn’t mind. He let out wild, gasping cries as Theo worked himself in slowly, inch by inch, easing things as Giles adjusted to his size. By the time he was buried to the hilt, Giles was already primed and ready to burst.
He held off, though, gripping Theo’s thick, muscled arms as he leaned forward and braced himself so that he could thrust in earnest. Giles arched and writhed into Theo’s slow, powerful thrusts, urging him to go faster. Theo heard the unspoken demand and moved with more speed and purpose, filling Giles to the point where he thought he might burst.
With a quick pause and an adjustment of his body, Theo began to thrust again, and Giles thought he might come right out of his skin. Theo drubbed mercilessly over that spot within Giles that made him believe in God. Only God could design man in a way that would give him so much pleasure. And Theo pleasured him perfectly.
Giles wasn’t even certain when he started to come, but by the time hot spurts of seed spread across his stomach and chest, Theo was far gone as well. Theo gasped and groaned and jerked intensely as he spilled himself inside Giles. Giles had never had his partner orgasm so perfectly in concert with him. He’d never thought such a thing was possible. But it was as if he and Theo were one in that moment, and he gave in to it with abandon.
He wasn’t entirely certain how they ended up splayed and tangled together on the bed as the shattering moment of pleasure subsided. He didn’t much care either. He rolled into Theo’s arms as his bear caught his breath, snuggling against him.
For several long minutes, neither of them said anything. There was nothing to say after the communion they’d just experienced. Giles’s arse was sore—and likely would be for some time to come—but in the best possible way. He hoped that Theo felt just as transported by their lovemaking, that sharing himself had given Theo what he needed far more than a place to rest his head or a plan to catch criminals. He wanted to give Theo even more than that, but until the cares that dogged them were settled, Giles would have to wait.
“You know I’m right,” he said once he’d caught his breath. He brushed his hand over the damp hair on Theo’s chest. “You know returning me to my father’s house is the surest way to defeat him.”
Theo said nothing, but Giles felt him tense.
He snuggled closer to Theo, embracing him with his arms and legs.
“One night. Give me one night to find what we need in his study,” he went on. “In the morning, you can bring an entire battalion of soldiers to rescue me, if that is what you wish. I could endure anything, knowing that you will be there in the morning to claim me as your own forever.”
