AN: I'm sorry the updates for this story take so long, I just find it so difficult to write. Also be warned, this is another smut chapter...
Upstairs in the dressing room Thomas tends to his duty.
"I'm going to teach you how to do this one day," Thomas tells His Lordship as he quickly and adeptly undoes the other man's trousers in order to remove them.
"Whatever for? When would I ever need to undress myself?"
"Foreign as the concept may be, it's not just about you. I wear clothes too," Thomas boldly points out. His forwardness earns him an appreciative look which Thomas doesn't react to, instead he turns his gaze down to let the earl think about that. He tugs the ink-stained pants off. They slide down and pool around His Lordship's ankles. He steps out of the ruined clothing.
"Indeed," the aristocrat muses.
"Now what about these?" Thomas purrs, sliding his thumbs under the waistband of His Lordships drawers. "Do they need to come off too?"
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Thomas is breathtaking when in his element and for that reason Robert can't quite breathe. Thomas fixes him with a sensual look, as his skilful fingers glide over Robert's skin. His consciousness is narrowed to that small contact on his hips.
Robert can't think straight, he wants to do this but do they really have the time? He doesn't want their next encounter to be rushed and fumbled like the last one.
Thomas however, appears to have other ideas. He takes a step forward pressing their bodies together, the contact stirs Robert's loins.
"We can't..." the earl manages, worried they might get caught, or worse, caught up. There are arrangements to be made, and the house is full of people...
"No, of course not," Thomas agrees though his actions are at odds with his words because he slips his hand into the underwear, where his fingers wrap around Robert's swelling member. Robert forgets propriety and duty and rationality as pleasure floods through him. The under-butler begins to slide his hand up and down. Robert bites his lip to stay quiet.
"Soon both of us will feel like this..." Thomas tells him softly, his lips close to Robert's ear. It's a tantalizing promise.
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"In London, will I use my hand too?" Satisfyingly His Lordship's voice isn't quite his own when he asks the question.
"I've something much better in mind. This," Thomas emphasises that he is referring to His Lordship's penis by giving the organ a gentle squeeze, "will go somewhere hot and tight until there is nothing left in the world but how good you feel." The cock in his hand pushes forward eagerly.
"You're talking about sodomy," the older man pants. The legalities of it apparently forgotten in his current state of bliss. The thought encourages Thomas.
"Yes," he breathes, before nipping His Lordship's earlobe.
"It...it will be...pleasurable...for you as well?" The words come between needy thrusts into Thomas' expert hand.
"Oh yes. There's nothing else like it..." Thomas allows the fingertips of his free hand to just barely breach His Lordship's crack, still inches from his puckered hole but the earl tenses under the touch and ceases his movement. "All in due time," Thomas promises, removing his fingers and encouraging the earl to resume his actions with his other hand, which he does. "Now come for me." After a few more vigorous thrusts into his pumping fist, Lord Grantham finds his orgasm. His eyes close tight as he rides the crest, and Thomas can't help but look forward to when he will do so again, but buried deep within him. Thomas stifles any noises that may have accompanied the release by sliding a hand behind the earl's head and holding him firm to seal his mouth over the other man's.
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Later that day Robert busies himself with preparations for the upcoming trip. He is driven to distraction by his former valet and cannot make the arrangements quick enough.
He finds Cora in the sitting room.
"Cora dear," he addresses his wife, "my immediate attention is required in town." She looks at him with pleasant indifference.
"This is rather sudden?"
"Yes, I find some things simply cannot wait. A few days should see matters sorted."
"Of course Robert, whatever you need to do. Give my regards to Murray." He nods and leaves. He should feel dreadful about this but he doesn't. He's not thrilled about deceiving her but he and Cora have never shared anything more than mutual tolerance, and of course their love for their children. They will always have that connection but their children are grown now. Robert loves her as the mother of his girls but there is no passion. No desire or hunger or need. With Thomas however, things on that front are proving to be somewhat different. Whether for good or bad, Thomas has undeniably awakened something in him. Something which Robert is rather eager to continue exploring.
AN: Just want to reiterate this is a crack fic. I don't particularly like Cora and therefore in this story Robert is quite dismissive of her. In real life I'd find his actions disgusting but as this is crack fanfiction I don't mind because it works for the story. To me, crack fanfiction also means that characters have rather subdued to reactions to outrageous situations and push boundaries further. Of course this story is based closely enough in cannon that you can take it seriously if you like, but I just wouldn't want anyone to think that I find cheating in any way okay, because it's not. Anyway, thanks for reading :)