"No, no , don't be sorry," Gust mumbled into Luc's mouth before being tugged forward for another hot, licking kiss. Luc hadn't much in the way of finesse, but his enthusiasm more than made up for any lack of skill. All this time, Gust had assumed Luc had been doing something , somehow, with someone ...

What was the saying, about man making plans and God laughing? Gust's plans hadn't even been particularly well-formulated beyond a sort of indelible instinct that tended to carry him through these things. In the wake of Luc's abrupt climax, Gust rather supposed he deserved to have such aborted ...

Slouched boneless against the door, softening cock dribbling over the front of his parted trousers, Gust looked down the length of his body to where Walker was yet crouched before him. "Does it matter?" he asked, a lazy, sated smile curving his lips. "C'mere."

Gust hunched forward just enough to ...

"We can," Gust said, breathing hot into Luc's mouth as he nodded against his hands. "They won't." Coming up on twenty years Gust had been the master of this house, and while the staff should not have been aware of why he needed it in this instance, they knew his preference for privacy, whether ...

"You've got that backwards," Gust replied, his voice firmer than it had any right to be under the circumstances. In this, he felt entirely assured, however Luc might have longed to so martyr himself for the cause of Gust's untended cock. Luc could have spit in his face and not dissuaded him from ...

There could not possibly be anything quite so deflating as confirming a reality you feel certain another person has been hoping for, only to have said other person dismiss everything you'd said. Intoxicated as he was, it took Gust a longer moment to recover than his typical buoyant bounce back ...

So much for the subtle way of admitting the thing.

Luc was simmering with anger, the sort that Gust had seen on him only rarely but could read with the clarity afforded some fifteen or more years as dearest friends. And what keen irony that his own fears lurking beneath his flippant admission had ...

Gust was too drunk for this conversation. It felt as if it had come on him all at once, both the drunkenness and the realization. Mistakes would be made tonight, that much he understood, but if there was any morality within him that might have diverted him in this moment of clarity, it did not make ...

If Gust had wanted to last, watching Walker methodically dismantle him had perhaps not been the wisest choice. Embarrassment was not an issue — If anything, it was a significant compliment to the talents of Walker's hands and mouth — but the same circumstances that intensified the moment were those ...

"Please don't ever consent to marry me," said Gust, with all seriousness. "You can do far better." This said, he shifted his attention away and rolled his shoulders, as if the physical act might dislodge the accuracy of the sentiment, or at least his concern about it.

A chuckle bubbled from Gust's ...