A/N: Sorry this chapter is short, the next will make up for it. ;) Reviews are totally welcome and thanks for your favs and follows, too!
Philip abruptly sat up. "Just let it go already or you're going to have to leave," he snapped.
Thomas snorted in disbelief.
"I'm not joking." Philip said. "And please stop looking like such a sad puppy. I really can't abide it."
Thomas closed his eyes and wanted to sink into the mattress and disappear. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, and turned to face the wall, slowly drawing his arms and legs into the fetal position.
Looking to divert Thomas from this particularly unpleasant path of discussion, Philip sighed in annoyance and said, "Let's not spoil tonight with worry. Just do your job, don't get into anyone's way and you'll be fine. Alleged bruises and all."
"You said I'm nothing."
"Thomas, I know I was a bit harsh but it's only because I care about you so very much," Philip said as he pulled Thomas' shoulder to roll him over onto his back. "I'm the only one who does."
"Why? Am I something to you?" Please say yes.
Philip laughed, and then leaned over Thomas to coax his mouth open with his tongue. Philip devoured his lips while Thomas lay motionless beneath him. Thomas quickly began to give in to the wetness and the heat, and slowly ran his hands up Philip's back and into his hair. Thomas could have spent hours like this, just kissing, tongues entwined, tasting him. Gently tracing every contour of his body. Lying together curled around one another, safe from prying eyes.
"You … are my … delicious … ridiculous … boy," Philip murmured in between his rough kisses. He then turned his attention to the task of relieving Thomas of his livery, fumbling with the buttons on his waistcoat.
Thomas tried to look him in the eye but Philip was focused on the job at hand. "I want to stay with you," Thomas said in a small, hopeful voice. "Always."
"Yes, of course, my darling," Philip said distractedly as he pulled open Thomas' waistcoat. "So … many … damn … layers." He awkwardly tried to wriggle Thomas out of his waistcoat while Thomas was still lying on the bed, trying to gauge Philip's expression.
"Oh, sod it. Just take your clothes off yourself," Philip huffed and elbowed Thomas in the chest as he began to slide out of his dressing gown.
Thomas' heart twitched and then pushed reason away. He found that the words came spilling out uncontrollably, the words he had been dying to say since the night three weeks prior when he let Philip come inside him—Thomas' very first time ever.
"I love you so … I love you so much."
Philip's face softened and he placed a light kiss on Thomas' forehead. He looked into Thomas' eyes, cupped his face and rubbed his thumb along his sharp cheekbone.
"No more talking tonight, Thomas," Philip said, and leaned in closer to whisper into his ear, "Just moan and cry for me."
Thomas nodded slowly.
"And if you gladly let me ravish your pretty little neck again maybe, just this once, I'll let you stay all night."