A/N: Things in the chapter get a little intense. I think this is going to be the last one.

Yes. Thank God. Thomas thought.

Thomas jumped off of the bed and quickly tore through the rest of his livery, tossing each article of clothing onto the floor in a wrinkled heap. Fuck Carson and his fucking caterpillar eyebrows. Thomas climbed back onto the bed and pulled Philip (who was grinning madly) on top of him. Thomas raised his arms above his head, ready for Philip to pin them there.

Philip seized Thomas' wrists and laughed, "That's the spirit, my boy."

Thomas shifted his position and angled the unblemished side of his pale neck toward Philip as a sort of offering. Philip wasted no time in resuming his earlier ministrations, but felt Thomas stiffen at the first bite.

Philip placed a kiss overtop the spot and said softly into Thomas' neck, "I don't mean to hurt you so much, darling. I just can't help myself. That's all I'm going to say." Low animal sounds slipped from between Thomas' lips as Philip began alternating between hard bites and nibbles with just the edge of teeth.

Philip sensed Thomas' compliance and released his grip on his wrists. He turned his attention to Thomas' chest and exhaled lightly across the sparse dark hair, stirring it just enough to make Thomas squirm and pant with delight. He continued making a ragged path of kisses and bites down Thomas' taut belly toward his erection. At the first contact of Philip's tongue on the tip, Thomas nearly bucked him off of the bed and immediately regretted his loss of control, fearing some sort of reprisal, yet Philip just growled deeply in his throat as his lips curled into a devilish smile. He began to teasingly lick up and down Thomas' shaft, keeping his eyes on Thomas' face and waiting for his reaction. Thomas' eyes rolled back into his head as the sensation made him almost sick with pleasure. A few more seconds and he would be done. Please just this once, finish what you've started, he thought desperately.

Philip raised his head and reached into the drawer next to the bed and got out a bottle of oil. He held it out towards Thomas and gave it a little shake as Thomas snatched it out of his hand. Thomas sat up and poured it out into his palms and began to rub it onto his aching erection, shuddering at the touch of his own hands.

Philip grabbed him by the arm and interrupted, "No, me first." The curt words shook Thomas out of his reverie and he paused for a few heartbeats, trying to gather his thoughts.

"I meant every word I said a few moments ago," Thomas said, his voice quivering slightly as poured more oil into his hands and set to work on Philip's waiting cock as he groaned. He then let Philip push him back onto the bed.

"I did, too, so shhhhhhhhhh. Shut it," Philip hissed as he leaned in to place a finger against Thomas' lips to silence him. Thomas tilted his head back, opened his mouth and took in Philip's finger all the way to the back of his throat, wrapping his tongue around it and sucking rhythmically.

"Ohhhhhh … Jesus. God." Philip whimpered as Thomas spat out his finger and said, "You know what I want to hear."

"Fine," Philip whined. "If you insist upon being such a schoolgirl tonight and chatting, then you can tell me how much you want me inside you. Now."

Thomas decided to pull out all the stops to persuade Philip to be in a bit more of a receptive mood. He batted his eyelashes coquettishly and writhed on the bed, arching his back, rubbing his own belly and thighs, and fingering his own entrance. He purposefully avoided his dripping cock so he could leave it on full display for Philip, who gazed down appreciatively and bit his lip.

"Ooooooo, your grace. You're sooooo enormous," Thomas exaggeratedly moaned, knowing that Philip would lap it up. "I'm soooooo hungry for you. Fill me now."

Philip inhaled sharply through his nostrils. "Hnnnnnn, fuck, yes. On your knees now and keep talking, you little bitch," he urged as he reached under Thomas and smacked him hard on his backside.

Thomas bristled at the words more than the slap. This wasn't going the way he had wanted. Like many times before in his life, he had made a tactical mistake, and he was determined not to ruin the good thing he thought he had with Philip.

"No. Stop. I can't do this again. I don't want to do this again," Thomas said, surprised by the suddenly firm tone of his own voice. "I want to see you. Please. Like … like the first time. Look me in the eyes while we ... you know." He reached up and captured Philip's face in both of his hands.

"Oh come on …" Philip sniffed as he shrugged off Thomas' touch.

"I want to see what you look like again when you reach … there. I want to please you so much."

Pursing his lips, Philip reconsidered and said, "Mmmmmm … so that means you would admit you're desperate for me … yes?"

"Yes. You know I am."

"Ummmm. I don't think I do." He stuck his chin out. "Tell me again."

"I need you. I need your heart. I need every bit of you," Thomas pleaded.

Philip hummed in satisfaction.

"Please … please … look me," Thomas whispered.

For a moment, Thomas felt that he and Philip were one—their sweat mingling, their breathing and heartbeats falling in sync, their eyes locked. This is really it, he's going to say it, Thomas thought.

Instead, Philip smirked and pushed Thomas' thighs apart and roughly thrust three dry fingers into his entrance at once. Thomas winced in pain and stifled a cry. He thought he'd never get used to the initial shock and the sensation of being penetrated. Just the idea of it had consumed his thoughts the moment he was told at 12 with extreme disgust by his older brother how men had sex. (The 14-year-old's main source of entertainment was scaring his little brother with horror stories both real and imagined.)

"Ahhhh, Thomas. You're still so tight, so …. so … fucking tight." Philip moaned as he tried to stroke Thomas from the inside. He replaced his fingers with his slick cock and slowly placed the head at Thomas' entrance. Philip closed his eyes for a moment almost in silent prayer and grabbed Thomas by the thighs and slid inside. He immediately began to thrust quickly and deeply.

Thomas felt completely overwhelmed by the now almost familiar full feeling and tried to meet Philip's movements by pushing against him. He struggled to anchor himself to the bed but only came up with a handful of sheets. He then wrapped his arms around Philip's back to pull him closer. Thomas wanted Philip to love him so badly—to be so connected—like their first time together.

"Please say it. Say it," Thomas whimpered.

"It? What do you want me to say?" Philip grunted as he pushed Thomas' arms away to hook Thomas' legs over his shoulders to gain deeper access. "Christ, Thomas, I'm sort of engaged at the moment!"

"Tell me how much I mean to you." Thomas whispered. He didn't want to say "love" out loud; he wanted to hear the word from Philip himself, and tried to pull himself away from Philip's firm grasp on his thighs. It was an unsuccessful attempt, but Philip had gotten the message that the evening was about to turn ugly unless he gave in to Thomas' needs.

"Why do I let you … ugh … get to me this w-way?" Philip half sobbed, half laughed. "You … oh God … make it so hard for me … fuck … to refuse you anything." He began to slow his pace into something that approximated tenderness and consideration, circling his hips to make Thomas moan with gratitude.

Thomas looked up at him adoringly. Philip couldn't help but genuinely smile.

"Ummmm. Uhhhh. Oh fuck.," Philip groaned, sweat dripping down his face. "I was saving this … for later but I've … I've written you a … a p-p-poem, darling."

Thomas' eyes lit up. "Ahhhhhhhhh, really? Oh, Philip," he sighed and thought he does love me.

"Alright. Here goes. He walks in … uhnghh ahhhhh … beauty, like the n-n-night. Fuck. Ahhhh. Of cloudless climes and God… ummmmm … starry skies … ghhhhh … And all, and all … oh fuck … that's best of dark and night … Christ, I mean … bright. Ah. Ah. Ah. Meet in his … ahhhhh … aspect and his eyes. Fuck."

Byron … you liar, Thomas thought. Thinks I'm illiterate and never went to school or opened a fucking book to know that's Byron.

"Do you like it, sweetheart?" Philip anxiously asked as he looked down at Thomas, waiting to be praised for his incredible poetic skills.

"Yes I-I-I do. Oh God. It's lovely. Ahhhhhh. Thank you," Thomas smiled weakly. He does mean well. And he was starting to hit that spot that made Thomas feel like he was going to die.

Philip smirked with satisfaction and resumed his earlier rough thrusting.

But Thomas wasn't satisfied. The words, "Just say it," slipped from his lips in between moans. (Thomas had no idea why he was pushing Philip so far. It was like picking at a scab —just too irresistible not to do. Thomas had laid his soul bare earlier and now it was his turn to get something back as equally raw from Philip.)

A flash of anger crossed Philip's face "Goddamn it, Thomas, seriously?"

Thomas found himself close to tears and begged, "I know you do."

"Do what?" Philip barked, his face turning redder with every word. "Jesus! If I'd wanted a woman … fuck … I'd be with one right now!"

That was enough to send Thomas over the edge and into full-fledged crying. Philip felt a powerful surge of desire shoot straight to his cock at the sight and the sound and began to pant, "Alright alright… ugh … keep doing that but not too loudly … mustn't wake Mamma … mustn't wake Mamma … ahhhh … I'm so cl-cl-close … ahhhhhh …fuck. Oh, Jesus … alright. Iloveyou … Iloveyou."

Thomas' erection was trapped between their two bellies, the weight and the movement against the oil and sweat along with the words he had longed to hear became too much to bear. He felt the wave of release begin to crest and arched his back as he climaxed, calling Philip's name and weeping in relief.

Philip threw his head back and came deep inside Thomas. He collapsed on top of him and gasped, "God, Thomas, I love you. I really do." Crushed underneath Philip's heaving chest, Thomas mouthed the words, "Thank you." and kissed the top of Philip's head.

Phillip immediately unhooked Thomas' legs and rolled off to lie down next to him, throwing his arm over his eyes. They stayed side-by-side, not touching, trying to catch their breath and gain some semblance of sanity.

After a few minutes and a decidedly calmer atmosphere, Thomas made the first move and nestled onto Philip's chest, kissed his nipple, and then buried his nose in his armpit, sighing, ready to fall into a blissful sleep.

"I knew you loved me," he spoke quietly into the coarse dark hair, inhaling that special scent that he adored.

Philip shrugged Thomas off of him. "Enough soppy stuff," he whispered. "I'm not finished with you yet." He placed his hand on the back of Thomas' head and nudged him down toward his already hardening cock.

Thomas grumbled sleepily and Philip yanked him by his hair, "Mmmmmm, be a good boy for me. Show me what a great teacher I am," he purred.

Thomas just wanted to stay in Philip's arms, twirl his finger around the curls on his chest until he fell into what he knew would be the sweetest dreams of his life but he would do anything, anything, if it would possibly mean he'd say, "I love you." again. He obligingly tilted his head to get a better angle, took Philip into his mouth, and began to suck gently.

Philip settled back into the pillows and murmured as he stroked Thomas' hair, "Hmmmm. The virgin has become the whore."

Thomas closed his eyes and sighed through his nose while he rolled Philip's cock around in his mouth and massaged his thighs.

Philip shifted his weight on the bed and began to move his hips slowly and moaned, "Go on, darling. I want you to swallow. Every. Single. Drop."

A/N: So Philip does love Thomas in some weird way. Sort of a happy ending. :) Thanks for reading!