My cock, which had not been very interested, perked to attention. I had hoped it might, as I wanted relief from the stress of the evening. Some memory to obliterate all that had come before. “Options?” I knew what happened between men and women. Knew also, in theory, what things took place between men and other men.
“My mouth.” He leaned closer. “On your cock.”
Said cock strained. “That would be—” I cleared my throat. “—acceptable.”
“Acceptable?” He chuckled.
“Preferable? Although your hand is very nice as well. I will take whatever—”
He pressed his lips to mine.
In my moment of startlement, he thrust his tongue into my mouth.
At first, I was too stunned to react. For him to be so bold. To take such liberties. And yet, as he continued, my body reacted. To his nearness. To the intimacy he was demanding.
He trailed his fingers down my chest. Lower still, to my abdomen. Then even farther until he reached the hem of my nightshirt, which he pushed up until he exposed me. We were beneath the covers, of course, so I was not cold. Was not exposed in such a way as I might have been if this was a warm summer evening.
No, with winter nearly upon us, the nights were chilly. Having someone in my bed warmed me.
His chilled hand grasped my cock, causing me to startle.
He pulled away from our kiss and chuckled. “You are quite responsive. And ready for me, I see.”
“Yes.” My voice came out breathy. I cleared my throat. “That would be pleasurable. If you are certain.”
“I would not have offered if I was not certain.” He squeezed my shaft. “I believe you will be pleased with the result.”
A bit of arrogance never went amiss.
Slowly, he slid under the covers and down my body.
I opened my legs for him.
He settled between my thighs.
I had perhaps thought he might take his time, but he did no such thing. Instead, he swirled my crown with his tongue, then drew me into his mouth forthwith.
I gasped at the warm and wet sensation that shot through me like a bullet. I had not been the recipient of such pleasure, of such intimacy, in many years. War did not easily lend itself to intimacies with ladies, and I chose not to avail myself of other options.
Now, as Percy sucked me down, I couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps I should have considered taking a lover. Any lover.
Except…I had not wanted a male lover. To share intimacies with another soldier.
Even now, I did not comprehend why I was so hard for Percy. Why I reacted so violently to his attention. Remembering his hand on me in the bath was a pleasant memory, but having his mouth on me was so much more.
He grazed his fingers against my balls.
“Yes. That.” Even as I forced out the words, I fought the overwhelming sensation to sink into my climax. I was not ready, though, to give in. I wanted to prolong this pleasure for as many minutes as I could. Hours, even, if that were possible.
Even as I had the thought, though, my balls drew up. “I’m coming, Percy. Please—”
Please what? Please stop? Please do not stop? Please pull off? Please do not pull off?
In the end, he continued to suck me and, after a long moment of suspense, my body went rigid, and I came. Down his throat. Spectacularly.
He hummed. In approval? In pleasure?
I was not certain.
