See Chapter 1 for warnings & info
Breakfast passed uneventfully - even pleasantly - and Henry was glad that he'd
managed to control himself. As badly as he'd wanted to grab Robert and touch him
and beg for "just once," it would have made the rest of their journey barely
possible. How could he have faced the man again?
Instead he found himself smiling as they walked out into the sun and a servant
brought their horses around. "I wish that we were taking a ride through the
country on more pleasant circumstances."
"As do I," Robert replied, flashing Henry a warm smile. Although his body ached
with the memory of the torture he had endured, the former knight managed to find
the ride tolerable thanks to Henry's skill with the salve. "It pains me to admit
that I am more than a little hesitant about returning to the village. But, needs
must if we are to ever locate those slave traders."
"The trail is cold elsewhere, but someone in town saw where they went, where
they took the boy." Henry's smile was confident but cold as he added, "They'll
tell us." He had little sympathy for a town full of people who would turn on
someone who'd been their benefactor. As they rode into town, Henry noted the
nervous glances of some of the people he had spoken with already. Some were
openly hostile, obviously not ready to give up their pride and admit that they
had lied before - or angry that Robert was among them once again. "Can you point
out anyone you might've seen at the tavern that day?"
"It's difficult to remember," Robert confessed, the blow to his head having all
but obliterated his memory of the experience. "But, the barkeeper might know
something." It seemed to be their best bet. Robert remained on edge as they
ventured further along. As much as he liked and admired Henry, the former knight
reminded himself that the younger man was on a mission. A small part of him
actually hoped their search for Merlin would prove fruitless, as he did not look
forward to ultimately deceiving Henry.
It seemed a natural enough place to start, and Henry nodded. They were soon
tying their horses off in front of the tavern. He stepped in and ignored the
stares of the patrons inside. Most looked uncertain, judging the newcomers.
Those who recognized Robert looked edgy. Henry's gaze locked with the barkeep's,
and the man seemed torn between running for it and standing his ground. "I have
a few questions for you."
"Time's money and-"
Henry put a hand down on the bar quietly but firmly, his eyes never leaving the
man's face. "I think you'll make the time for us. A young man was taken from
this tavern. He was in the company of my friend." Henry nodded toward Robert.
"You see, my friend is also a friend of the King... and he is none too pleased
at the way your town has handled this matter. It would behoove you to be
forthcoming now if you prefer to avoid problems later. We want to know where the
boy is."
Terrified, the barkeeper stammered out, "Honestly, I-I-I've no idea!"
"What about those two men who took him?" Robert asked, leaning forward and
fixing the man with steely eyes. "Slave traders, I take it?"
"Yes, m'lord. But, we don't know them," the barkeeper replied in a vain attempt
to be helpful. "They only show up in the village every now and again. Them they
leave... with someone in tow."
"Then you know them by sight, by reputation... and an enterprising man such as
yourself has probably even heard their names once or twice." Henry leaned on the
bar in a way that might have been described as friendly if his smile wasn't
still so cold. "If you'd like to remain on the King's good side - and more
importantly on mine - then you should tell us what those names might be. And
where these gentlemen go when they leave."
"Sevcheria and Didius-that's all I know," the barkeeper spluttered, trying not
to draw attention to himself. "If you want to find them, then perhaps you both
might stay here until those gentlemen return?"
Sir Robert almost balked at the idea of spending untold nights in the village.
But then, he realized that it might be the only way of finding the slave
traders. "Perhaps we should take him up on his offer?" he suggested, taking
Henry aside. "What do you think?"
Henry pressed his lips together as he considered the idea. He looked back to the
bartender and asked, "When were they here last?" If the men had taken something
new recently, they might not be back for weeks, even months. There wasn't time
enough to wait that long. If, on the other hand, they were likely to be in need
of a new something pretty soon enough, then it could be worth their time to
spend a few nights waiting it out.
The barkeeper's fearful eyes flitted between Robert and Henry, before he
whispered in a conspiratorial tone, "When they took that young... sorcerer..."
Robert visibly shivered and flinched, his sense memory of the encounter still
fresh in his mind. "So," he said after he'd managed to pull himself together,
"that means they'll be back when they're looking for someone else to carry off?"
"Well, yes..." the barkeeper replied meekly.
Turning to Henry, Robert decided, "Then we must stay and wait for them to
return."
"Of course," Henry answered. He put a hand on Robert's elbow in case the man
still felt unsteady after the unpleasant reminder of what he'd been through and
steered them to a table in the back. They would be cloaked in shadows, safely
out of sight, yet able to watch anyone who came in the door of the tavern. "Are
you well?" Robert remained pale, and Henry knew that the task had to be a strain
on many levels.
It pained Robert for Henry to see his weakness, but he managed a soft smile and
thanked the knight for his kindness. "I think I will be fine once we're able to
rest," he confided, settling down at the table with an audible sigh. He could
only equate returning to the village with that of a nightmare. It was here that
he'd lost Merlin, and that alone was enough to make Robert shiver. He was
exhausted, and it was all he could do to hold himself up.
"Perhaps we should get you a room at the inn. I can wait alone," Henry
suggested. It was an offer made less because he thought Robert would be a
hindrance when it came to performing his duties and more because the man looked
as if he might pass out at any moment. "We have no idea how these men will react
to being confronted. I can handle myself, but I don't like to think of you being
hurt when things get messy."
"You are very kind," Sir Robert acknowledged softly. "But, you mustn't concern
yourself with me. These are very dangerous men, and you would be wise not to
turn your back on them." He exhaled, feeling the weariness creeping even deeper
into his bones. "Somehow I doubt they'll show themselves tonight. We should both
retire, don't you think?"
Henry considered that and finally nodded his agreement with the idea. "You're
right. The place is almost empty, and if they want to slip someone away from
here quietly, they'll have to wait until it's full." He rose at that and offered
Robert a smile. "I fear that the beds here may not be so comfortable as those in
your estate, Sir Robert. We shall both miss it soon." Their journey had been a
tiring one, and Henry found himself eager to be abed whether it was comfortable
or not.
The innkeeper was more than happy to oblige as he led Henry and Robert upstairs
to a room. Unfortunately, he had to apologize when the only one available
featured just one large bed. Robert, being much too exhausted to worry about
such a trivial thing, waved away the man and told him, "It will be fine." Once
they were alone, he turned to Henry and managed a soft smile. "Forgive me, but
I'm far too tired to argue. I hope you won't mind sharing the bed?"
"No, of course not," Henry added at once. The truth was he didn't mind so much
he was actually rather pleased. The knight reminded himself forcefully both of
their situation and Henry's condition. It would do no good to pressure the man
or encourage him to do anything that might only tire him further. Then, of
course, there was his obvious affection for the sorcerer. "Any bed will do at
the moment." He felt more and more tired the more he considered their situation.
Rather than dwell further, Henry watched as the inn keeper passed a rusty key
into Robert's keeping with wishes for a night of good rest.
Robert sighed at that, and he sank down on the edge of what turned out to be a
surprisingly comfortable bed, he started to undress. Almost at once a pain shot
through his back, and the former knight winced. "Oh dear, I really should have
thought twice before doing that," he admitted, wearing a grimace. Robert was
only halfway out of his shirt when hopeful eyes glanced up at Henry. "Mind
giving me a hand?"
Henry did his best not to look as startled as he felt and nodded instead. He
swallowed hard and crossed the room to help Robert carefully out of the light
cotton shirt. Try as he might, the knight couldn't quite manage to keep his gaze
off of the other man's body. His thoughts flashed to the night before and
stroking the salve over those same muscles. Henry reminded himself sharply of
the situation and took a step back once the other man's arms were free of the
shirt. "Bit better?" His voice sounded strange to his own ears and Harry hoped
it wasn't so obvious to Robert.
"Much," Robert nodded, offering Henry a relaxing smile, "thank you." He bent to
pull of his boots, only to freeze when another sharp pang gripped the myriad
scars crisscrossing his back. /I should have had the foresight to bring along
the salve,/ he chastised himself. "Do you mind if I impose on you a little
more?" Robert felt a little guilty for asking Henry again. But, he couldn't deny
how much he truly ached for the younger man's touch.
"Of course." Henry knelt before the other man, his mind awash with thoughts of
how awkward the situation was. He had no business giving in to his wants or even
thinking of them when Robert was in pain. Trying hard to focus only on the task
at hand, he reached for the first boot. "I am sorry that I didn't think to bring
the salve along. I could see if there's a shop in the village, someone who might
be able to make something similar."
"You are very kind." Robert smiled warmly down at Henry, watching him more
intently than he should have been. "You'll think me very silly, but I'm almost
afraid to let you venture through this village on your own. Especially after..."
He paused, drifting off for a moment. "...What was done to me," the former
knight finished.
The thought alone brought up another flash of anger for Henry. That the
townspeople had taken an innocent man and punished him for someone else's crime-
"I would be safe," he assured Robert instead of letting the train of thought
take off too quickly. "My concern at the moment is for your safety. The journey
alone is arduous. I worry that your wounds may not heal properly, and my skills
as a healer are of little use beyond the battlefield." He slipped the other boot
free but remained kneeling before the other man, ready to leave the moment
Robert asked it.
"Well, I'll only consent to letting you go if you believe you will truly be
safe." Robert wasn't sure why he cared for Henry's well being so much. After
all, the younger man was on a mission to destroy Merlin which Robert was
determined to prevent. Was it because of Henry's beauty, his kindness... Or
something more? Without even realizing it until it was too late, the former
knight had reached down and caressed Henry's cheek. "Hurry back, or I'll really
start to worry."
Henry started to lean into the touch but caught himself just as quickly and
rose. "Of course. I won't be a half hour." His cheeks were flushed, and he was
honestly glad for the time apart so that he could get hold of himself once
again. The evening air was crisp and washed away some of Henry's nerves as he
searched for an apothecary that might still be open. He located one only after
making inquiries at other shops and finally was able to return to the inn with
the promised vial. Not wanting to startle the other man, Henry knocked gently on
the door. "I've found it."
Robert sighed in relief, extremely grateful for Henry's return. Alone in the
room, he had become increasingly nervous and fearful that, at any moment, the
villagers would burst in and take him prisoner again. He straightened from the
bed with a slight groan, and then moved across the room to answer the door. It
was all Robert could do not to throw his arms around the other man and embrace
him. "I trust you had no trouble along the way?" he asked worriedly.
"None," Henry answered firmly. The last thing he wanted was for Robert to worry.
The man looked exhausted enough without taking more on. "Come on, sit down. Let
me get this on you." Henry hoped that his eagerness sounded the way it was
intended. He wanted to help. /And to see him again.../ The thought brought
color rising to the knight's cheeks, and he wished he hadn't suddenly lost all
semblance of control when it came to keeping himself in check. /Acting like a
foolish boy at a time like this will help no one. Given what you're here to do,
you're the last person he'd want touching him./
Robert nodded, and visibly relaxed knowing that Henry was well and truly safe.
He briefly wondered how much longer he might jump at shadows. It was extremely
disconcerting feeling so vulnerable. Shaking his head, the former knight sank
down on the edge of the bed and told Henry, "I truly appreciate all the trouble
you've gone to on my account." He glanced over his shoulder and offered the
beautiful younger man a warm smile. "I'll have to find some way of thanking you
for your kindness..."
Henry blushed at the words, and his fingers stutter in their motion. "It's
fine," he finally answered quietly. The truth was that the helping was selfish.
The touching was selfish. It was for his own pleasure as much as to help Robert,
and Henry knew that he should have been in far better control of his own
motives. "I haven't done much, really." Again he slicked his fingers and began
to soothe the concoction over the angry wounds on Robert's back. He fancied that
they looked somewhat milder but couldn't quite be sure. "I'm just glad that it
helps."
"Believe me, it does," Robert assured him, glancing over his shoulder and
flashing Henry a warm, grateful smile. Again, he felt a hot rush of desire
stirring within him. Henry's touch was not only gentle, but also intensely
arousing. Robert could already feel himself swelling and lengthening, and it was
only a matter of time before Henry noticed. He shifted ever so slightly on the
bed, closing his eyes and enjoying the feelings washing over him.
Henry was too wrapped up in his own desire to recognize Robert's. He wanted to press himself against that slick back, to coat himself with the oil and press himself inside of Robert's body. He had only the vaguest of ideas of how the encounter should properly go, but the desire was there just the same. "I... should let you rest," he managed, but Henry knew that his voice sounded breathless, dark with the need he felt. It grew with every beat of his heart, every pulse of his cock as it filled with blood.
It would have been the right thing to do to agree and simply got to bed. But, Robert had always taken risks. And he ached far too much for Henry to stop now. He could sense the other man's own hunger, and that only served to fuel Robert's desire, turning it into a raging fire. "We could rest," he agreed, his throat thickening with lust. "Or we could do this instead..." Robert turned his head and sought out Henry's mouth, kissing him slowly at first, and then with building passion. Henry tasted incredible-more delicious than he had any right to be-and Robert groaned against his soft lips.
Henry couldn't help the groan that escaped him as their lips were sealed together. He kissed Robert long and deep, drinking in the new flavor. He'd kissed girls before, tried desperately to convince himself that he enjoyed it, but no thrill had ever gone through him like it did with a single embrace from Robert. By the time they paused for a breath, Henry was all but shaking as he tried to keep from giving in to every last urge that possessed his mind. He wanted nothing more than to have Robert then and there, body and soul, to make the man a receptacle for all of the fantasies he'd kept to himself for so many years.
Nothing could have ever hoped to possibly prepare Robert for the delicious taste of kiss Henry. He deepened the contact, sampling the need on Henry's lips and tongue that the younger man had finally allowed to be unleashed. Cradling the back of Henry's head, Robert drew him down into a tender embrace, lavishing the kind of special attention on the beautiful knight that he truly deserved. His free hand itched with temptation, his fingers drifting inside of Henry's shirt and brushing his bare chest. Almost at once Robert groaned at the feel of him, and that simple touch made him ache for more.
Henry was fairly vibrating with desire as Robert touched him. He drew back just enough to try and meet Robert's gaze. "I... are you... sure?" The man was injured and, more than that, had seemed too distracted by thoughts of Merlin to be willing to go to bed with someone else. Even the intense desire that he felt couldn't entirely cloud out Henry's certainty that the man couldn't truly want him. His fingers itched to touch more, and his body ached to be enveloped in Robert, to cover and be covered with the other man's gorgeous flesh.
Robert smiled warmly as his free hand cupped Henry's warm cheek. "I would not have kissed you if I wasn't positive," he assured the young knight. His fingers teased over one of Henry's nipples, which grew taut beneath his touch. Robert felt a shiver course through Henry as he leaned in close enough to almost brush his lips again. "Henry, I wanted this the moment I laid eyes on you." And then, Robert renewed the intoxicating contact. He kissed Henry deeply, passionately. Groaning, the older man shifted until he and Henry were lying side by side on the bed. Robert pulled him closer still, peeling away Henry's shirt until his beautiful torso was exposed. He broke the kiss long enough to drink in the sight, and gave Henry an appreciative whimper. "Oh, yes... I am certain."
Perhaps the timing was wrong, the situation not what he would have hoped, but Henry knew better than to think that he could resist now that he was so close, Robert's body so hot against his own. With a groan, he threw himself forward and kissed Robert again. It was everything he had hoped - the strength of the other man so much more intoxicating than the feigned weakness of the girls that his companions always tried to convince him to appreciate. Henry let his hands wander and found a handful of the other man's ass, dragging their hips close together so that he could feel even more distinctly the evidence that he lay next to a gorgeous man as he only had before in his dreams.
As adept at seduction as Robert could be, it had been a while since he'd last enjoyed the company of another. And when he felt Henry's delicious touch, a strangled whimper wrenched itself from the older man's lips as he arched and pressed himself even closer to the beautiful knight beside him. Robert was so aroused, and Henry so desirable, that his kisses were not gentle or tender as they might have been. He devoured Henry's tongue, sucking it hard, while mirroring the other man's action's and squeezing Henry's firm round ass sharply with his fingers, plunging deep into a frenzy of hot, throbbing lust.
Henry groaned at the enthusiastic response. He had always known that it would be good when he was finally found someone with whom he could indulge his true passions, but he'd never realized just how good. "Let me take you," he heard himself panting against Robert's lips. In a clear-headed moment he would never have had the guts to ask so boldly for what he wanted. Turned on as he was, he couldn't help but ask. Henry ached to bury himself in the other man's body and know just how good it could feel. "Please, Robert... I need you..."
In an honesty, Henry could have asked for all the stars in the Heavens and Robert would have gladly pulled every last one down for him. "Take me, have me," he encouraged Henry in a breathless whisper. "Anything you want... I'm yours." He meant every word, and he showed Henry how much he wanted him by taking hold of the other man's hand and guiding his fingers between his ass. Robert groaned and shivered, the brush of Henry's digits across his most intimate place sending a fresh rush of desire surging through him.
Henry could have sobbed he was so relieved, but thankfully the moment at hand distracted him enough to keep that out of the cards. He fumbled for some oil from the nightstand and used it to slick his fingers. As little as he knew, Henry knew that he would cause the other man pain if he wasn't careful. He wanted everything to feel as good for Robert as it felt for him. Again he felt for the spot that he'd been shown so boldly. Henry's cock gave an eager leap as one slick finger gently prized open his new lover's ass. "Tell me," he whispered against Robert's ear. "Tell me how it feels."
All at once Robert tensed and arched, mewling at the heated stretch of his neglected passage. "Perfect," he exhaled sharply, his heavy-lidded eyes fluttering as pleasure coursed through him. Turing his head, Robert brushed his panting mouth across Henry's cheek. Then other man was intoxicating and, for someone as experienced in the art of lovemaking as Robert was, he found himself descending into near hysteria for even more of Henry's touch. Without warning, the older man gasped out, "More, please..."
Henry was all but trembling as another finger slipped into the thrilling heat of the other man's body. Robert seemed to swallow him up. He could hardly imagine what it would feel like to be joined entirely with his friend-cum-lover. Perhaps it was mad to allow himself such a lapse in such a situation with someone he knew to be infatuated with another. Henry didn't care. He couldn't. He needed the intimacy too badly. "Tell me when... just tell me," Henry murmured against the other man's ear.
In all honesty, Henry could have kept right on sliding his delicious fingers in and out of him and Robert would have died happily. "Now, please?" he whispered, his eyes fluttering open. He clutched desperately at Henry's arm, grinding his hips seductively in invitation. Aching for this utterly gorgeous man, Robert would have begged Henry to make love to him if he wished it. His mouth sought out Henry's, plunging his tongue between sweet lips once he found them.
Henry positioned himself and was driving inside of Robert before he could question it. If he overthought, he might draw back, might remind himself of how foolish the venture was. Instead he was buried in a velvet heat utterly unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. "Robert," he breathed reverently against the man's ear as though the sound of his name alone might somehow explain how intoxicating it was. He gave up on the very idea of finding words and only began to move slowly, testing the waters of the new sensation.
Robert had been taken by many lovers in his time. But, he had never known such perfection as Henry. The other man filled him completely, striking that special place deep inside of him and making him cry out his pleasure. The sound of his own name whispered from Henry's sweet lips made Robert's heart lurch. "Don't stop," he pleaded in return, embracing Henry's thick length tightly. "Please? I'm yours, take all of me..."
Henry couldn't have stopped if he tried. He moved like a man possessed, and soon his breath was coming in harsh, panting gasps. Their sweat-slicked skin slid together as though they'd always been made to fit that way. Instinct along prompted Henry to reach between their bodies and take hold of Robert. He could barely find a rhythm as his own climax threatened to undo him. The knight pressed his face to Robert's neck as he moaned his release at last.
Being taken by someone as masculine and beautiful as Henry thrilled Robert to his very soul. He drank in every one of the younger man's groans and shudders of pleasure. And, when Henry finally reached completion, Robert tightened himself around his lover's pulsing length, savoring the hot spray of release filling his tender passage. "Yes, yes... ohhhh..." Robert reached for Henry's hand, closing it around his own aching length. "Make me come for you..."
Henry complied without a word and stroked the other man with the hard, fast rhythm he tended to favor himself when he wanted to lose control once and for all. The tremors of his own climax were subsiding, and Henry ached to see what Robert would look like in the throes of his own release. "Let me watch you. Please... let me see you," he pleaded while searching Robert's face.
Robert sighed and moaned heatedly, thrusting sensuously into Henry's fist. The other man's touch was unlike anything he had ever known. It set him on fire, made him crave even more. "I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you," Robert breathed, his eyes pulsing with need. He tensed and stiffened with excitement. The pleasure surging through him left the former knight shivering with unbearable lust. "Ahhhh!" Robert gasped. He completely dissolved in a frantic torrent of coming, moaning uncontrollably as his surging body churned and shuddered.
Henry had never felt such a high as he did while watching Robert cum from his touch, from the pleasure that he'd given. Only when it was over did Henry dive in for another kiss. He hadn't wanted to miss a moment of watching, but he could no longer deny the need for further closeness. The duty that he'd come to do was forgotten as Henry relished something far more significant. What had been a routine assignment was something larger in light of what they'd just shared. Henry was not so foolish as to think that Robert would necessarily want more than the physical connection. That he cared deeply for the boy they sought was obvious enough. And yet... and yet still Henry couldn't bring himself to regret a moment.
It was a slow, heart-wrenching kiss. Robert's sensitive body continued to tremble long after his climax had subsided. Finally, he buried his face in Henry's smooth neck, murmuring, "It's never been this way, never this way." Robert held his new lover close, caressing him, overwhelmed by the fire that had consumed them both. Exhilarated beyond words, the former knight tenderly rolled Henry onto his back. More kisses, gentle and sweet, stroking the younger man's silky cheek with his fingers. "I want to make you come again," Robert whispered. "Can I? Please?"
Henry was sure that he was too spent to be able to manage such a thing, but he nodded just the same. "Yes... yes, please," he answered in a husky whisper. Instead of the polite detachment he'd expected to see when things were said and done, Henry instead saw even more passion and desire in the other man's eyes. Was it possible that Robert could really want him as much as he'd wanted Merlin? Henry licked his lips and met the man's dark gaze.
Robert drank in Henry's throat-catching beauty. As with Merlin, it was almost too painful to gaze at him for very long. Unlike Merlin, Henry truly desired him and Robert's hunger for the other man increased tenfold. His kisses full of fire and need, Robert couldn't keep his mouth off Henry's incredible body. He kissed his lover's ears, his cheeks, his throat, under his jaw, along his chin, then devoured Henry's delicious mouth again, quivering as their tongues snaked together.
Henry allowed himself to be overtaken and overwhelmed by the feeling of the other man's body against him. He'd taken the lead before, desperate to experience the forbidden passion that Robert represented. Now he had the luxury of sitting back a bit and enjoying the benefit of Robert's experience. He knew that the man desired him, might desire him for longer than the night. Henry moaned into the kiss and kept himself from putting his hands on Robert's back. The last thing he wanted was to cause his lover any pain and ruin the wonderful intimacy of the moment.
Robert's hands were shaking as they wandered all along Henry's exquisite frame. Their kiss went on and on until the older man was forced to break away from the Knight's delicious mouth with a wet gasp. "What is it about you?" Robert panted, gazing with awe into Henry's eyes once he could find the breath to speak again. He dropped his head down again, burrowing beneath Henry's chin and latching on to his throat. "I could do this forever..." Came Robert's heartfelt confession as he slowly worked his way to his new lover's heaving chest. His lips closed around one taut nipple, teasing the sensitive flesh with teeth and tongue.
Henry let out a throaty groan of pleasure at the new stimulation. "I could ask you the same. Years of control and I can't resist you..." He should have for easily a dozen reasons, but he simply couldn't. "I want you to show me everything."
Robert thrilled at those words. He briefly paused in devouring Henry's luscious body, glancing up at his new lover long enough to whisper, "Oh, I will show you everything... and more, I promise." Then, he was dipping his head back down and his lips scored a path along the length of Henry's torso. "Beautiful, so beautiful," he murmured, nuzzling the dense patch of dark hair surrounding the younger man's incredible cock. Robert took Henry in hand, lovingly stroking him before flicking his tongue out over the swollen tip.
The knight's breath was stolen at once as the blood that had been moving toward his cheeks shot rather unceremoniously downward. He felt almost lightheaded in the wake of the shift, but managed to groan just the same as he relished how good Robert's hot tongue felt against his skin. "Bit more?" he suggested hopefully with a hint of a smile for the other man. They should have been in a rush instead of lounging around in bed. Henry knew that he had a duty to fulfill. He knew that it had been too long already, that the trail was getting colder, that if he didn't come back with Merlin - dead or alive - Uther would be furious. He knew all of that and he couldn't bring himself to do anything but stare longing down at Robert, holding his breath as he waited for the man's next move.
There was nothing more exquisite to Robert than the sight of a man surrendering himself completely to ecstasy. And Henry was the most beautiful vision he had ever laid eyes upon! Savoring the taste of the other man's cock, Robert licked his way all along one side of the shaft and then down the other before finally spreading his lips over the swollen tip and taking him deep. He moaned as Henry filled his throat, while his hands roamed all over the incredible body of the man spread out before him.
Henry's back arched, and his mouth fell open, but he was too far gone to even make a sound. He lacked the vocabulary to communicate properly just how amazing Robert's hot mouth felt. It was absolutely bliss. It-
The sound of loud pounding at the door tore Henry forcefully from the delicious moment. "Open up by order of the king!" came a sharp voice from the other side of the heavy door.