He stroked the man’s sides and caressed his chest. He trailed kisses down the man’s neck and over his chest to tease one of his nipples with his teeth and tongue. He rolled the other nipple between his fingers, pinching gently until Clermont was breathless and writhing under him. The man was surprisingly uninhibited for someone who just claimed that it had been a long time. Howard loved that.
He kissed his way over Clermont’s belly, then down the seam of his hip to nuzzle and kiss his balls. When he sucked one into his mouth, Clermont cried out and grabbed hold of his hair with both hands. Howard chuckled and swiped his tongue over Clermont’s fundament before adjusting so he could draw his tongue up the underside of Clermont’s cock.
Clermont gasped, and when Howard sucked him in deep, he cried out and gripped his hair harder. Howard had to pause for the laugh that bubbled up in him, and because he felt that Clermont was hanging on to control by a thread, before resuming his actions.
Only a few seconds later, Clermont stopped him by pulling on his hair. Howard pulled back at once, assuming the pleasure was too much for the young man, but was surprised when Clermont gasped, “Fuck me! Please, fuck me!”
Howard’s brow shot up. He would never have expected such blunt words from someone as sweet as his angel, nor would hehave guessed Clermont would wish to rush straight to that most intimate of acts.
He was more than eager for it himself, though. He stepped back to remove his shoes and shed his trousers, then to grab the jar of slippery ointment he’d made certain was on hand during his preparations.
Clermont watched him with hazy eyes, lost in his pleasure and perhaps a little drunk. If Howard had any doubts about whether the man had meant what he said when he pleaded for penetration, they were extinguished when Clermont grabbed his legs under his knees and lifted his legs up and back, blatantly exposing his hole.
Howard growled with the need to possess the man. He quickly coated his cock with the ointment, then set the jar aside. He stood between Clermont’s legs, drinking in the sight of his offering for a moment before stroking his fingers and a bit more of the ointment over and into his hole.
Clermont sighed loudly as Howard pushed a finger into him, then two, to gauge whether he was ready. As yet another surprise, his angel was more limber than he’d expected. Howard wasted no more time. He wanted to be in Clermont as desperately as the man seemed to want to be filled. So Howard gave him what he wanted. He lined up, and with as much care as his impatience could muster, he pushed inside.
They both cried out with the pleasure of it. Clermont tensed and tightened for a moment, but as soon as Howard pushed past his ring of muscle and slowly worked himself in deep, Clermont relaxed into an almost catatonic state of acceptance. Howard loved that, and as soon as he was seated all the way, he leaned over Clermont again, balancing himself on the bed. As soon as he had the leverage he needed, he began to thrust with abandon.
It was incredible. Howard didn’t hold back. He sensed Clermont did not want him to. Clermont moaned and clutchedat him, tilting his hips up into Howard’s thrusts and giving himself over fully to being fucked. He clasped one hand around his own, rigid cock but allowed the fierce movements of Howard’s thrusts to provide the friction.
Howard could have gone on like that forever, but when Clermont came undone, erupting in jets of pearl across his belly, he could no longer control himself. With a few deep sounds of possessiveness, he let his orgasm swallow him and spilled himself deep inside of his angel.
It was heady and wonderful, partially because it had been so quick and intense. Usually, he enjoyed playing with his partners a bit longer, but the overwhelming need he and Clermont had let consume them was perfect just the way it was.
“There will be more,” he panted, pulling out of Clermont long enough to manhandle him around so that they could slip between the sheets together and embrace facing each other. “There will be more, but first a rest.”
Clermont hummed and closed his eyes, snuggling against Howard, who was swiftly falling into sleep himself. His last formed thought before peace settled over him was that he could most definitely become used to Yves Clermont in his bed.
Four
The night with Howard Bradford was every bit as glorious as the rumors said it would be. Yves did not know if it was the specific skills and sixth sense for pleasure that Bradford had gathered over the years or whether it was his complete lack of inhibition in employing those skills, but the heights of passion that the man took him to, three times throughout the night, were like nothing Yves had ever known.
He'd been worried at first that Bradford would be put off by his eagerness for things that he had once considered depravity. Yves knew enough to know that not every man of their type actually enjoyed having another man’s cock pumping away inside them. He loved it, though, and Howard seemed more than happy to indulge him. He did not so much enjoy performing fellatio, but Howard seemed to understand that, and evidently, he did not share Yves’ qualms. He’d woken Yves up after a few hours of sleep by sucking him to orgasm while he was still in a dreamlike, half-sleep state, then had flipped him over and pounded him into the pillows in a way that was sure to leave Yves walking strangely for a week.
Then, after another sleep, they’d woken up again, and Yves had straddled Bradford and ridden his cock like he was gallopingtoward the gates of Elysium while Bradford closed a fist around his erection and used Yves’ own momentum to bring him to climax at just the right moment.
It was a night Yves would never forget as long as he lived, but as the first fingers of dawn poked through the heavy curtains shielding Bradford’s bedroom window, Yves knew it was over. After all, Bradford had gotten exactly what he wanted. He’d had Yves every which way, bringing them both unimaginable pleasure. But everyone knew that when Howard Bradford bestowed his favor on a man and claimed him for bedsport, it was merely a temporary thing and he would move on to the next man.
Knowing that did not ease the sadness in Yves’ heart. He awoke for that final time before Bradford and took a moment for himself to simply lie nestled against the man’s side, dreaming about what had been and what might have been.
The aspect of his relationship with David that he’d loved so much was feeling that he was not alone. He craved sexual congress like it was a glass of cool water after a voyage through a desert, but he loved simply being with a man, sharing his time and the heat of his body, just as much. He missed having a companion whom he loved to pass his days with. He missed laughing with someone who shared his heart and feeling completely at ease in another man’s company.
Sleep had well and truly left him, but he sighed and pressed closer to Bradford, imagining what their life might look like if they lived the rest of it together. Bradford was the older and far more experienced of the two of them, so he would naturally assume the more dominant role. Yves had no qualms at all about letting his lover lead him and learning about the world and the delights of the flesh under his tutelage.
But perhaps there were things that he could offer as well. Was Bradford versed in accountancy? He mentioned that he hadamassed something of a fortune, but did he have someone who knew money as if it were a game he had mastered and who could make that money increase for him? Did he have a sense for feelings and interactions with others? Could he use someone who might check his bullish tendencies now and then or whisper in his ear that he needed to be kind as well as attractive?
Yves sighed. He could imagine a beautiful scenario for the two of them, but he did not think it was wise. A leopard did not change its spots, and it was more or less a given that Bradford would be done with him now. It was well known that that was how Howard Bradford conducted himself.
Because he did not wish to linger where he was not wanted, Yves slowly pulled away from his one-night lover. Bradford grunted and shifted a bit in sleep as though he were searching for him to bring him back into his arms, but Yves carefully moved out of his reach.
He paused for a moment at the side of the bed, watching as Bradford sank back into a deeper sleep. The man truly was gorgeous. His well-toned body was capable of amazing things. Despite his white hair and beard, Yves was uncertain how old Bradford actually was. Many men turned grey at an early age. Bradford certainly had the stamina of a man half his age. The lines on his face spoke more of merriment and happiness than the weight of maturity.
Yves sighed again before slipping out of bed entirely and padding to the screen in the corner that held the room’s chamber pot. He used it carefully, trying not to make too much noise. Once he was done there, he took up the sponge that rested on the small table beside the chamber pot and, using the pitcher and basin that were already there, he gave himself a quick clean so that he would not sully his clothes from the day before when he put them on. He would bathe much more thoroughly once he returned to his room, where he had the proper equipment.
He was halfway through dressing when Bradford rolled over, reached across the bed, then grunted when he found it empty. He sucked in a breath when he found the bed beside him cold, then turned to his other side and sat up slightly so he could watch Yves.
“Good morning,” he mumbled, still groggy with sleep.
