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He twisted to see what movement he was allowed.

He met Terrance’s gaze as his lover moved closer. They kissed, tongues tangling fast and desperate, hips rutting against one another to heighten the need.

It wasn’t anywhere near close enough. Aiden pulled on the ropes binding him, eager to close the miniscule gap as his lover licked and kissed down his chest, hands skimming his flesh and setting little fires of lust in his wake. His lover fell to his knees, and opened his mouth over his straining cock, fabric and all.

He pulled harder on the rope, and harder again, as his trousers were opened and his prick encountered warmth.

He looked down as Terrance ran his tongue over the head, licking at the moisture beaded on the tip with one long, soft lick. Aiden’s hips bucked, pushing his prick closer to that wonderful mouth. It had been a long time since Terrance had tried this when he had so much movement.

The coils of rope round his wrists chafed the way previous leather restraints had not. He forced himself to calm, lest he inflict noticeable damage on his wrists, even as his lover swallowed his prick deeper into his mouth.

The wet heat and suction forced him to close his eyes and he groaned loudly. My God Terrance could take a man and make him forget he was a gentleman. He shifted his hips, rocking his prick in and out past those willing lips, wishing he might hold his lover against him at the same time.

That had not been his wish before. He’d been uncomfortable with Terrance’s face buried in his groin or arse.

As if sensing the turn of his thoughts, Terrance parted his arse cheeks and brushed the tip of his finger over Aiden’s hole.

“Fuck, don’t do that yet,” Aiden growled, staring across the room rather than at his lover as his balls drew up. He was so close to coming that he couldn’t stand the added stimulation of a finger or prick up his arse right now. He’d spend like a green lad if that happened.

Terrance released his prick and Aiden let out a relieved breath. The pace was too quick tonight, the need too raw and desperate. He wanted all night in his lover’s bed, not a few frantic minutes, even if they were exactly what he loved best. But then Terrance kissed his bollocks.

In an attempt to hold off his pleasure, he looked up at the ropes binding him in place. A simple slip knot. He could be free in an instant if he chose.

Terrance forced one of Aiden’s legs up until it rested on the bed. The spread, helpless position caused a deep rumbling groan from his lover’s lips. He stood and ripped off his trousers, revealing the thick arch of prick Aiden loved filling his arse.

But he only got the briefest glimpse. Terrance fell to his knees again, then buried his face far beneath Aiden’s bollocks and licked the smooth skin behind. The sensation forced Aiden up onto the toes of one foot and he twisted helplessly on the rope. Hell he was so aroused he’d spend over his lover’s smooth back.

The idea, the image of his seed sliding over any part of Terrance’s skin, excited him unbearably. Too much. Far too much.

He tugged the rope until his hands were free and stumbled away from his lover.

“Aiden?”

He held out one hand, silently begging his aching prick to subside, and Terrance to keep a distance. He set his hands to his knees as his breath churned in and out roughly. When he thought he had better control, he looked up.

A mistake.

Terrance stood waiting, hand stroking his prick slowly, pale seed weeping from the tip in a long string.

Aiden rushed him and threw him on the bed, pinning him in place with his body.

Chapter Ten

Terrance gasped as his lover covered him and kissed him with animal like ferocity. He’d never expected Aiden to free himself, although he’d certainly tied the rope with that possibility in mind. He’d expected Aiden to want to stay bound though, and his early escape and subsequent behavior set hope souring through his heart.

It was nice to be wanted so fiercely.

It made the possessive thoughts swirling through his mind easier to bear.

He rubbed his hips against the silky softness of his lover’s prick and set a new course for the night. No games. No limitations. No regrets.

He flipped his lover to his back and pushed up from the bed.

“Don’t go,” Aiden begged.

Terrance ruffled his hair gently and grinned. “When I come back, I’m going to possess you, my lord duke. I’m going to make you beg and moan and if I’m very, very lucky, you’ll scream.”

“Is that a threat?” Aiden licked his lips, an inviting sight that tempted him to lean forward and kiss him soundly.

But for the next step in their bedroom adventures, they both had to be calmer. “No. It is my promise to you.”

Terrance swung off the bed to collect the bottle of oil, then climbed back up beside Aiden. He smoothed the strand of his lover’s hair again and then straddled his chest.

Aiden wriggled beneath him. “What are you going to do with that oil?”

Terrance smiled. “Nothing yet.” He slid the bottle beneath a pillow for later, and then curled his hand around Aiden’s skull. With his other hand, he presented the head of his cock to his lover. “Open your mouth.”

Although it seemed Aiden might protest, he shifted until his breath brushed over the head of Terrance’s prick. Aiden made a tentative sweep to taste the abundant seed leaking from the tip and a moan escaped his control.

Damn he wanted this man forever.

The thought brought his raging lust back under control.

Impossibilities were all he could dream.

He and Aiden had no future.

He gently guided Aiden’s lips closer to his prick again and gasped as he opened his mouth willingly to swallow the head. The hot flicks of his tongue reduced Terrance to near mindlessness, but he fought the sensations, urging Aiden to take more. To take him as deep into him as he could bear.

His lover’s eager participation and acceptance of their mutual lust made his heart ache. They were so good together now that neither was pretending not to want the other. So good, in fact, that he might spill in his mouth.

He did not want that tonight.

He had to stay in control as long as he could. But watching Aiden’s cheeks hollow and fill as he learned how to suck him wasn’t such a good idea. The occasional scrape of teeth excited him too much.

Reluctantly, he removed his prick from Aiden’s mouth, letting his prick slide slowly over full, swollen lips. A whimper escaped his lover as he moved to lie down on his side. He reached for the oil and opened it. Aiden started to turn.

“No. Don’t go,” he commanded. “Stay as you are, but pull your knees toward your chest.”

Quickly, Terrance spread the oil over his full prick, then between Aiden’s spread cheeks. His lover hissed and moaned, clearly enjoying the sensations. Carefully, he inserted two fingers into Aiden’s arse, knowing the swift tight stretch would excite Aiden as much as it did him.

When Aiden was prepared and ready, Terrance covered him with his body, easing between his bent legs until his prick was nestled where it ached to be. Aiden’s eyes widened as Terrance arranged him as he wished—one leg over his shoulder, the other thigh in his grip.

Carefully he pressed in, watching Aiden’s face for the first time ever. His lover winced as he put greater pressure on the tight band of muscles of his arse. Terrance kept his pressure steady, even, and after Aiden let out a long breath, he slowly sank deep. Not deep enough, however. He pulled back a bit then slowly worked his length deeper as Aiden moaned and gasped.

His lover shut his dark eyes briefly as Terrance buried to the hilt, when he opened them again they glowed brightly with emotion. Slowly, Terrance pistoned his prick in and out of his lover’s arse—barely keeping his own emotions in check.

When Aiden’s leg muscles relaxed to softness, Terrance dragged him closer until his bollocks rested against his cheeks. The touch loosened his control, and he fucked Aiden harder than before. The slap of his nuts against flesh brought a moan tumbling out, answered by Aiden in equal measure.

“Beat your prick in time with me, lover,” Terrance demanded.

Aiden swiftly captured himself, long fingers wrapping around the hard length and kept time with Terrance’s pressure on his arse.

Terrance swore. “Fuck me, but you are a damn sinful man, Aiden Banks. I’m going to make your arse burn so you never forget me.” With that, he turned his hip, widening Aiden’s legs and setting a furious pace.

Beneath him, Aiden huffed and grunted, his hand shuttling over his smooth prick. Terrance released one leg, swiped his fingers over the head until they were wet. He met Aiden’s gaze as he raised his hand to his mouth then sucked the moisture from his digits. Aiden gasped, and swore, and screamed. Thick spurts of pale seed shot up his chest and the sight proved too much for Terrance to ignore.

He fucked Aiden without mercy as his seed boiled from his prick, shouting Aiden’s name as he came violently in his arse. He fell over Aiden, sliding on slick skin and pale seed. He fought for breath and control of his emotions, but feared he was lost. He did not want to want Aiden like this. He had no right to wish for more.

Yet his heart was breaking over leaving him tomorrow.

Against all odds, Aiden was the greatest threat to his contentment. His lover made him want forever.

Fearing he was about to weep in an unmanly fashion, Terrance rolled off Aiden and onto his back.

For a long time neither spoke, only gasped for breath.

But then Aiden rolled onto his side to look at him. “Are you all right?”

Terrance turned his head, falling into the dark eyes of the man he suspected he might have stupidly fallen in love with. “Are you?”

A grin tugged up the corners of Aiden’s mouth. “Christ, I felt you at the back of my throat. I want that again.”

Terrance didn’t return the smile. A deep sadness gripping him. He had to tell Aiden he was leaving
England
before his lover started making plans for tomorrow, or next week, or far longer. “Perhaps you’ll not be needing me when I get back.”

Aiden frowned. “Get back? Are you going somewhere soon?”

He tucked one arm behind his head and took a deep breath. “I’m leaving
England
tomorrow. Or is it today?”

Aiden sat up swiftly. “No.”

Terrance looked away. He sat up, dangling his legs over the side of the bed. “I have no future in
England
. I want to travel, to see the world I’ve only read about in books and the newssheets. Thanks to my last post, I have the funds now to do it. Tomorrow, I travel south to find passage on the first ship that takes my fancy. Wish me well, Aiden. I’m off on my first adventure.”

Aiden made no sound behind him.

Fearing the duke was about to explode with anger again, Terrance turned his head but met liquid brown eyes.

“You cannot leave me again. Not ever.” Aiden’s chest heaved as though he struggled to contain his emotions.

The tight choke of regret gagged any response Terrance wanted to utter. Leaving
London
, and
England
, was the correct thing to do. Gentlemen could not want each other with such strong emotion without someone noticing the scandalous partiality. He would not bring shame on Aiden, or his family. He would not risk his life should they be discovered and condemned to hang. He stood on shaky legs and for something to do with his hands, he removed the long coil of rope from the bedpost.