7.4
George felt it was time they moved on. The armchair was all very well, but he felt it was important for Henry to lose his...virginity, so to speak...on a bed, not a chair. And besides, his back was in a most awkward position, and there was most definitely a book beneath his derriere, which was likely to tear if they continued to writhe around as much as this. So with a quick manoeuvre, he pulled himself and Henry up and gently pushed him to the bed.
The crisp white linen and rich silk sheets he spied upon the bed both aroused him and angered him momentarily. Why were his rooms not as grand and richly furnished as this? But soon after followed the thought that he was going to *take* Henry upon these sheets of silk, and that no force on earth was powerful enough to stop him. This feeling of empowerment intensified his lust until he was pushing Darcy down into the pillows, holding down his arms with his two hands.
For a second, Henry's eyes widened in fear, but the sight of George, half- naked and golden-skinned in the candle light, staring at him as though he were the most delectable dessert, made him quite forgetful of his fear. Instead, he ran his hands all over George's chest, delighting when his eyelids flickered and he let out a small sound in response. For a few minutes George allowed him to set the pace of their lovemaking, but he would not hand over his control of the situation, oh no. George had dreamed of this night frequently for the past five years, and he was going to make sure it proceeded exactly as he planned.
George felt it was time they moved on. The armchair was all very well, but he felt it was important for Henry to lose his...virginity, so to speak...on a bed, not a chair. And besides, his back was in a most awkward position, and there was most definitely a book beneath his derriere, which was likely to tear if they continued to writhe around as much as this. So with a quick manoeuvre, he pulled himself and Henry up and gently pushed him to the bed.
The crisp white linen and rich silk sheets he spied upon the bed both aroused him and angered him momentarily. Why were his rooms not as grand and richly furnished as this? But soon after followed the thought that he was going to *take* Henry upon these sheets of silk, and that no force on earth was powerful enough to stop him. This feeling of empowerment intensified his lust until he was pushing Darcy down into the pillows, holding down his arms with his two hands.
For a second, Henry's eyes widened in fear, but the sight of George, half- naked and golden-skinned in the candle light, staring at him as though he were the most delectable dessert, made him quite forgetful of his fear. Instead, he ran his hands all over George's chest, delighting when his eyelids flickered and he let out a small sound in response. For a few minutes George allowed him to set the pace of their lovemaking, but he would not hand over his control of the situation, oh no. George had dreamed of this night frequently for the past five years, and he was going to make sure it proceeded exactly as he planned.