This was request from Archive of our own! :) If you have requested don't worry! I will have it up this weekend! (I follow the order in which they were asked) ~_~
You knew you shouldn't be snooping. You knew!
But your curiosity has gotten the best of you as it has countless times. Your job with the Chambers is exemplary and they have always made you feel like you are part of their family. You attended the same college as Viscount Druitt pursuing your career in (choose career), but ended up being the Chamber's live-in accountant instead. The money is great, and London is a love of yours that you can not be without.
You are in the Viscount's enormous vintage office trying to find something, or anything to satisfy your curiosity and your belief that Aleistor Chamber has something to do with the missing young noblemen and women at his balls. Pure coincidence! The newspapers would say. But if you had the money that the Chamber's had anything could be just a coincidence…
You ruffle through some bills, deeds, and newspapers that are scattered around his mahogany desk. You are careful to leave everything as it is. You lower to pull some drawers open only to find that you need a lock and key to get in them. You really aren't sure what provided this impulsive need to snoop. Maybe it had been because it was the first time that, Clarissa, the maid, had left it open. Sadly, your adrenaline is short lived because you don't find anything. You are starting to think that there is no reason that there would be anything here, if in fact was true. Lord Druitt is quite pompous, but not stupid.
You look towards the tall bookcases that decorate the back wall behind his desk, and you begin to read the titles. Your fingers gently caress their spines. Some of these books look stiff as if they have never had the joy to be held by someone. You completely forget why you came here in the first place! You are a secret bookworm and you get giddy at the realization of how many books there are. Why hadn't you noticed them before? You begin to pull them out, pretending that you hear them giggle with joy as you do. He has Charles Dickens, Bram Stocker and many of the good authors of your time!
You pass your fingers over your (short, long), (color) hair in excitement. You continue browsing until you find one that catches your attention. You pull it out tentatively, a black leathered book that feels cool against your skin. Then you say the title out loud,
"Homoerotic Kama Sutra…" You are uncertain of what your (color) eyes have read and then you redden instantly as you begin to thumb through the pages. There were pictures of men doing very naughty things to each other! You look around making sure no one is watching and continue looking. No matter how hot your cheeks got, you couldn't put it down! And when you find a page where one man is entering another man from behind….. You feel faint. You feel your breath quickening, your pulse accelerating, and you start becoming awfully aroused. Your cock begins hardening under your (color) slacks.
If that wasn't bad enough you practically scream when two strong hands are placed over the balls of your shoulders. You immediately drop the book in front of you as a charismatic and impish voice whispers, "What has you so flustered my dear?"
You take in a sharp breath, "Lord Druitt!" It was over! You were caught!
You quickly spin around and begin bowing your upper body in complete embarrassment, "Please forgive me!" You have always tried to ignore how Lord Druitt seemed to treat you like you were some delicate cup of tea. Maybe it is because he is a couple of heads taller than you. You continue on your apologizing rant unaware of how he is eyeing you deliberately, as if he was deciding what kind of scone to get at a bakery. A sly smile curves his lips. He was dressed in his usual all white attire, which made his blond locks look even blonder.
He ignores your apologizes and goes behind you to pick up the book you dropped on the floor. Before you even realize what he is going to do, or before you have the chance to stop him, Lord Druitt lowers and his cunning smile deepens as he sees where the book has split open: a page where a man is buried deep inside the other.
You freeze when Lord Druitt presses his body behind you. You can smell his delicious cologne. You can feel the lean of his body against you, "I didn't take you as a naughty one, my sweet." He says this so close to your ear that the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. His warm breath warms you.
"It is not what it looks like my Lord Druitt" You utter trying to explain yourself
"Oh?" He says as you try to pull your (color) dress shirt over your erection, consciously aware at the way it presses against your zipper.
Viscount Druitt wraps his arms around your chest. His lips grazing your ear, "Are you aroused by what you saw in this book, (your name)?" With the book still in his hand he shows you the section that was your undoing. You can't see the laughter in his eyes as you avoid staring at the sinful leather book.
Lord Druitt was enjoying the way you were squirming in embarrassment.
"I am not gay, my lord" You whisper under your breath. You don't know why you say that. All you know is that you're embarrassed and caught in this situation because of your dumb curiosity.
Lord Druitt smiles and lets you go. Throwing the book on his desk he walks until he is facing you. Your eyes look at your shoes but his forefinger and thumb hold your chin. He adores how adorable you are, how hesitantly your big (color) eyes meet his violet ones, "It has nothing to do with sexuality my shy little boy. It is a simple question." You shudder at his smooth sleek voice.
Lord Druitt kneels in front of you until he is face to face with your crotch that is covered by your trembling hands, "My Lord Druitt, please." You try to beg. You are aroused at the same time at how beautiful Lord Druitt looks kneeling in front of you.
You attempt to grab his hand that begins unbuckling the belt of your pants and his violet eyes look up at you with that naughty smile still pasted on his face, "Don't fight me my dear, or I will be forced to tell Jenny what I caught you doing in my office."
Your lively (color) eyes stare down at him in shock. Only Lord Druitt could threaten you without missing that chipper tone in his voice. Jenny is your fiancée. Of course it will be a marriage of convenience. You have never loved her. You allow Lord Druitt to pull down your slacks along with your underwear until your (circumcised, uncircumcised) erection is right in front of him,
"Oh my." You hear him say and you swallow thickly as you see his beautiful sculpted mouth part. You shiver in anticipation and shut your eyes as his mouth dodges where you thought and wished his mouth would cover. Instead, he kisses your hipbone and stands up.
You open your eyes in a daze as he stares at you with an intense gaze and with that taunting smile.
"Turn around" he orders gently.
You do as you are ordered as he helps you by bending your upper body against his desk. You move his stapler so your body can accommodate better and you try one more time to apologize before it is too late, before it is too late to back out, "My Lord Druitt..."
The words don't come out fully because you feel him squeeze one of your ass cheeks. You ball your hand into a fist at the tingling sensation of Lord Druitt squeezing your behind.
"Such baby soft skin, so smooth and silky!" There is excitement in his voice and you turn your head to try to look at the way he admires you.
He steps away to the other side of his desk and begins to pull his leather chair. You try to straighten up when he tells you,
"Uh-uh, my sweet. Stay put." He shakes his finger at you and you stay in position wondering how the hell this is happening. This is what you got for being so nosy, yet part of you is excited. You feel your erection jump and you gulp. Your cock was definitely not complaining at Lord Druitt's attentions.
Lord Druitt takes off his white suit and places it gently over the desk. He then pulls his leather chair to where you're at and places it directly behind you. Right where your ass is in his view and at his complete disposal. He sits on it, marveling your slim figure, marveling your ass bare to him. He pulls your hips more towards him until only your hands are gripped against the edge of his desk now. He finds you completely arousing and Lord Druitt's own erection is pressed attentively against his white slacks.
He squeezes your ass cheeks feeling them against his palms, massaging them. Each time he squeezes he divides them until he can see that puckered little rim.
"Hold this here, my sweet" He whispers. Arousal now laces his voice and he shakes your round flesh in emphasis until you hold your ass cheek for him. A gasp escapes your lips as the tip of his finger presses against your entrance.
"My Lord please…" You beg, unaware that you're begging makes him even harder. Your face is flamed now.
He ignores you as he pulls your hips against his face until his tongue begins licking around your entrance. The feeling of his wet tongue stroking you so intimately makes you squirm. The feeling was like million little zaps all over your body. A moan escapes your lips.
Lord Druitt raises his head and tells you, "I always imagined you would taste so delicious, my delicate little flower. Your taste could rival any of the best delicacies my tongue has ever tasted!"
He spreads you wider and buries his nose against your crevice. You feel yourself slowly slipping into fantasy as you begin whimpering in pleasure. His tongue is so skilled against your tight core. You feel like you could cum by just the feel of it. You let out a shaky moan when his tongue enters you and soon two fingers.
"Ahhh…" You groan throwing your head back at the way his fingers stretch you. Lord Druitt watches the way you writhe in pleasure. His own pleasure building inside him at giving it to you.
"Look how easily my finger slip inside you, (Your name). You have played with your little hole before haven't you?" He licks his lips. The taste of you still in his mouth.
His fingers pump into you deeper and you can only manage a nod. Your hips move against his fingers wanting more. Demanding more! You help him as he continues to finger you relentlessly.
"Stroke yourself, my sweet" He orders. Watching with desire the way your member begins to drip with precum all over his polished wooden floor. With a cry you do as you are told and you wrap your palm over that velvety hardness and begin to pump. Your hips moving against your palm and his fingers buried inside you. It is such an incredible, intense pleasure that you don't think you can handle it. You are so caught up in this feeling, that you don't feel when his fingers exit you and are replaced by something much larger.
Lord Druitt's white slacks are pooled at his feet as he leans against you. The tip of member prodding your entrance and the moment it stretches you, your pleasure is overcome by dense pain. You immediately stop stroking yourself only to have Lord Druitt guide your hand back to your cock. He helps you by moving your hand back and forth down your length. You feel his touch along with yours.
"It is only going to hurt for just a bit, my dear. I have prepared you." He whispers breathlessly into your neck. His clothed body is now over yours. You feel him stretching you inch by long inch and you tighten your eyes while your hand and his, pump your cock. You stiffen at the odd and pleasurable sensation when Lord Druitt's members is fully inside you!
He kisses the ball of your shoulder and begins to move at a slow pace, allowing you to accommodate to his girth and once your core is stretched and adjusted he begins to move at a steady forceful pace. You have never felt anything as good. You jerk yourself harder as Lord Druitt lets go of your member and grabs you from your hips pushing himself deeper against you, making sure not a single inch of his length is wasted and when you begin to cum, a loud moan escapes your lips. Your cock pulsates as you cum all over your tight palm. Lord Druitt's feels your core tightening around him as he continues to use your body, envious at your bliss. Your body vibrates against him and when his orgasm starts and all he can do is mumble, "I should've done this sooner, (your name)…"
He pulls out with a groan and pulls up your shirt cumming all over your back. You feel his seed seeping down to the cleft of your ass and you enjoy how warm and sticky it is traveling down between your rounded flesh. With heavy breathing you turn around into his arms and kiss him, your naked lower half pressed against his, and his against yours. His breath still heaving against your lips after his orgasm.
Once both of you are decent again you can't stop staring at Lord Druitt, and how handsome he is. You have never felt anything as pleasurable as you felt moments ago. You bow your head towards the Viscount that is now browsing through one of his books, "I bid you farewell, my lord. I must go. Jenny is waiting for me."
Lord Druitt shuts his book with a bright smile on his face and walks towards you and lowers his head until his lips are against your ear, "It is me, my sweet. I am the one who is selling all those adorable little jewels at my parties."
You inhale deeply and stare up at him not sure of what to say. His smile stays plastered on his face as you turn around and walk towards the exit of his office. He knows you won't say anything. Now he knows something about you. His cock was inside you and his cum is all over your ass! You also know that you will come find him again. You are sure he knows that too. Even staring at him with that confident smile is making you twitch, but you can't get over of what you just found out. If you had any shred of dignity you would go straight to the Yard, but who would believe you anyway? You were just an accountant! You grip the handles of the tall wooden doors and stare over at him one last time. Only to find him gazing at you too. He smiles again with an intense emotion in those beautiful eyes,
"Farewell, my delightful little (your name). I will see you again very soon..."