Lex was used to getting a reaction to the sight of him. He’d had it from women, and from men, who’d started confident and ended up recalibrating their schedule the next day to account for the recovery needed after a night with him. He was working with nine inches, and was thick enough that his own hand didn’t close around his cock properly.
Barnaby stared. His lips parted. His eyes went wide, and Lex’s cock twitched.
“Yeah,” Lex said, wrapping one hand around the base and giving himself a slow stroke. “That’s all for you, mate.”
Barnaby’s gaze snapped up to his face. His cheeks were flushed a proper pink, and his breathing had gone shallow. Lex stepped forward, slid his hand around the back of Barnaby’s neck, and kissed him. Slow and deep, tongue sliding against tongue, and Barnaby made a small sound against his mouth that went straight to Lex’s cock.
He walked Barnaby backward to the bed, one hand still on his nape, and when the backs of Barnaby’s knees hit the mattress, Lex gave him a gentle push. Barnaby sat, then lay back, and Lex followed him down, bracing himself on one forearm so he could look at him properly.
“Right,” Lex said. He shifted his hips, dragging his cock up the length of Barnaby’s belly, and watched Barnaby’s eyes track the movement. His own cock looked obscene against all that pale skin, dark and thick, the head reaching past Barnaby’s navel. Barnaby’s cock lay beside it, flushed pink and half the width, and the comparison made Lex’s mouth go dry. “See that? That’s how deep I’ll be in you.”
Barnaby’s breath hitched. His cock twitched against his stomach, and he shook his head. But even as he did, his hand reached out, fingers wrapping around the head of Lex’s cock,testing the hardness of it. His face had gone rapt, completely absorbed in the feel of him. Lex groaned and his hips jerked forward, chasing the pressure of Barnaby’s grip. “We’ll go slow, Barns. I’ll take care of you.”
Barnaby shivered. It was a full-body thing, shoulders to hips, and Lex kissed him again because he couldn’t help himself. Then he sat back on his heels, reached for the lube and the condom he’d stashed in the drawer of the bedside table earlier, and made a show of it.
He poured lube into his palm, wrapped his hand around his cock, and stroked himself to full hardness. He moved his hand slowly, deliberately down his length, letting Barnaby watch every movement.
Barnaby was staring. His chest rising and falling too fast, and his hands were fisted in the sheets. “Touch yourself,” Lex said.
Barnaby didn’t move.
“Barns. Play with yourself. Let me see what you like.”
“I don’t—” Barnaby’s voice cracked. He cleared his throat. “I don’t do that.”
Lex paused mid-stroke. “You don’t wank?”
Barnaby’s eyes shifted. “I have self-control. And I certainly wouldn’t make a habit of doing it around people.”
The evasion was obvious. Barnaby clearly wanted to imply he was above it all, too refined for something so base, but couldn’t quite commit to the lie.
“I’m notpeople. I’m about to be balls-deep in you. Touch your cock, Barnaby.”
“Don’t be so crass.” Barnaby’s jaw tightened, and he stayed exactly where he was, hands fisted in the sheets, staring at the ceiling.
Lex bit back a grin. This was not the moment to trigger indignation from Barnaby, who was so easy to goad into a reaction. But he should have expected this inhibition. Barnabyhad probably only ever had it on with other toffs, with their weird shared traditions. Maybe they fucked through holes in sheets, or needed to don bleached white calf leather gloves before taking someone’s knob in hand. Fair enough. He’d train him out of it.
He rolled the condom on, slicked himself up properly, and then poured more lube onto his fingers. He pressed one finger against Barnaby’s rim, slow and careful, and Barnaby went rigid.
“Relax,” Lex said. “I need you to relax, yeah?”
“I am relaxed.”
“You’re not. You’re tight as a drum. Breathe, Barns.” Lex grinned down at him. “Lie back and think of England and your duty to the King.”
Barnaby let out a startled laugh, his whole body shaking with it. “You twat. You can’t bring James up when I’m naked under you.”
“Why not? Am I hitting a sore spot?” Lex’s grin widened. “Does the King have carnal knowledge of the Marquess of Ashworth?”
Barnaby’s face went blazing red, the flush spreading down his neck to his chest.
Right. That was something Lex would have to unpack later. But for now, he took advantage of the distraction and pressed his finger in deeper, massaging slowly. Barnaby’s breath caught. His thighs fell open wider, and the tension in his body started to melt.
“There you go,” Lex said. “Good lad.” He added a second finger. Barnaby’s breathing went ragged. His knees came up, and Lex had to press them back down with his free hand.
“Keep your legs open, love. I need to be between them to get at you. Unless you’ve got some secret toff technique I don’t know about where I’m supposed to work around them?”
Barnaby’s thighs trembled, but he held them open. Lex worked him carefully, scissoring his fingers, stretching him, and when he added a third Barnaby made a sound that was half gasp, half protest.
