Sebastian removed the garments and tossed them over a chair. He loosened the button and hooks at the waist of his trousers and pulled his white shirt free. He was not wearing a cotton vest beneath his shirt, and with the shirt undone and hanging lose I found a disheveled Sebastian Cavell a deeply arousing sight. Any reply my brain cared to conjure did not meet my mouth, as I hungrily admired his sculpted chest and the thatch of golden ginger hair on his pectorals. This was like no conversational meeting I had ever attended!
“Brandy?” Sebastian suggested. I gave a polite neutral nod as words would still not form in my mouth, but as he made to pass by my chair I stood and with surprising confidence and the rush of desire in my blood; I stepped to block Sebastian’s passage. Our gazes locked and seeing the lust reflected in the burning embers of his eyes pushed me over the cliff. I reached out, cupped the back of his head, and pulled Sebastian to crush his lips against my mouth. He let out a groan of submission and then his hands tangled in my inky black curls and he gripped me roughly, painfully, as if he feared I would escape his clutches. I did not want to escape. I burned with sensation from head to toe. Sebastian moaned as my tongue teased his lips open and I pushed inside. I was ravenous for him. I adored the smoke, the liquor, and Sebastian's singular taste all mingled on my tongue like God's alchemy. Sebastian moved his hands to roughly clench at my buttocks, pulling me against the growing solid rod of his cockstand. His forceful grip made my skin resonate like a tuning fork, which in-turn gave me an insistent erection.
I had stepped over the cliff and I’d be damned anyway, so I vowed that this time I would not be the submissive in our tryst. I’d made my confession this very morn, and even as I’d prayed to God for forgiveness and took my penance, I knew I was a sodomite, I was weak for this man and given the chance I would sin again.
Our mouths still pressed together, I unhanded Sebastian, reached for my shirt, and groped for the buttons while backing Sebastian toward the bed. There was no time to waste. I wanted us to be out of our clothing as quickly as possible.
Sebastian ended the kiss and laughed in surprise as the backs of his legs hit the bed and he lost his balance. He stumbled backward and landed with his limbs splayed attractively across the navy damask coverlet. He was pink-cheeked and if truth be told, appeared a little shocked by the potency of my ardor.
“Goodness, dear heart. I thought we were here to talk, but I’d wager you plan to break me this night.” He laughed.
“I do!” I grinned. “I’ve even brought some oil to ensure your engine is well-lubricated!” I admitted gesturing to the tiny green bottle I had placed on the nightstand.
Sebastian grinned and rubbed his fingers across kiss swollen lips. “I also thought of that!” He fished into his trouser pocket and retrieved a small brown vial. “Clove oil… have you ever used it?”
I looked at him curiously. The only uses I knew for Clove oil were in dentistry and Mrs. Twigg’s baking!
“It numbs the skin you see, encouraging… painless penetration.” Our eyes met and Sebastian’s pupil’s flared with excitement. We lingered unblinkingly and it was clear that we were both on the same page.
“Is that right?”
I stood imposingly in front of Sebastian,
“Well, it appears we need an experiment to see which oil suffices for our requirements.” Sebastian let out a hearty laugh, eased himself up onto his elbows, and watched me as I began to undress. I removed my shirt and then my trousers and stood in my undergarments. My body was not that of a young man and I felt a little self-conscious. Although I was slender and still retained my dark curls, I was a man of fifty, and the lean musculature I’d honed as a youth was sagging somewhat. I exercised regularly because health and vitality are important to help keep me away from temptation. And so, I did not have the bloated belly most men my age sported through over-indulgence and pleasure-seeking. While self-deprecating thoughts about my physique rattled around my mind I comprehended the greedy way Sebastian watched me as I undressed. His glances did not reflect my self-contempt. His warm hazel eyes roamed over me as if I displayed the figure of a Greek sculpture. The desire in those looks made every hair stand on end and my bollocks twitch.
There was such magnetism between us. I needed to say something or we would be staring at one another all night. I coughed, “Come now, Cavell”. I was standing in a state of undress and vulnerability in front of my clothed lover.
“I cannot rightly bugger you if you keep your trousers on!” It sounded strange to hear my own gruff voice say such depraved words but with Sebastian gazing at me, it felt curiously easy.
“Oh, it’s like that is it? We had not even discussed who is buggering whom!” He shot back smartly.
“Forgive me. How very rude. I did not ask if that is your pleasure. If it is not we can… do something else.” I bumbled, remembering my manners.
“I find giving and receiving a good buggering to be deeply pleasurable,” Sebastian stated. Hearing him speak so plainly stirred the cauldron of lustful heat burning in my gut. “If you share my desires I would like us to take turns.” He added.
“I have not done this for… quite some years… but I do recall I enjoyed
