Preston is a young earl-to-be in Victorian England, 1879, who has an interesting life in the eyes of others yet he believes it to be boring. As a child he would occupy his time by studying and would have fun by prancing around the mansion. That was...
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~After hints at dinner time and a little bit of sexual tension~
Thomson was led down the hall until they reached a room. Presumably, Preston's bedroom. Preston opened the door and pushed the older man inside before closing it behind them and locking it. The brunette still looked a bit unsure of what exactly his nephew's plans were as he stood there, but Preston thought he had made it fairly obvious that he wanted something of the sexual nature.
His eyes flashed a deep violet color as he shoved himself into the older man and immediately began to unbutton his clothes and remove layers. "So you were serious eh?" He asked and watched in amusement at the boy's eagerness. The blond nodded and yanked the fabric aside to reveal Thomson's toned and muscular chest.
"I don't usually kid around about this kind of thing." And with that the pants were down. Removing everything in between their two bodies was his main objective and he furiously tore at his clothes until they were on the ground also.
His body was revealed. The older man was shocked to see that his young nephew's body was covered in cuts, bruises, bite marks and the likes. Firm words snapped him out of his daze. "On the bed. Now." The boy ordered, with a glimmer in his eye. He was feeling rather dominant this time, even though he was definitely smaller than the older man in every manner of the word.
Tom was surely interested by the boy's behavior, so he complied, and walked over to the bed and laid down on it; propping himself on his elbows. Preston approached the man with a smirk and jumped on top of him and straddled him in one quick motion. Their members were touching slightly because of his position and it made him bite his soft pink lip. 'I want to suck it.' The tip of his tongue glided between his teeth and his bottom lip before he adjusted his position and put his mouth around the tip.
There came a small gasp from the older man, as Preston licked around the shaft and began to take it into his mouth one inch at a time. He bobbed his head up and down and the slick shaft slid back and forth on his tongue. "Ah such a good .. good boy." Tom groaned out and his fingers entangled themselves into his young nephew's hair.
The man's touch only made him more passionate. Being praised was such a turn on... The boy wasn't very narcissistic, in fact, his kink was based off his constant self loathing and belief of worthlessness that had made its way into his heart at a very young age. His heart was beating but it felt cold, as always. He still liked the feeling though.
He sucked more until he noticed that the man was now hard. Well, he had been for a few seconds but Preston had gotten ahead of himself. He leaned back and looked up at the brunette through his lashes. "Uncle Thomson, will you pass me the Vaseline on the nightstand?" He smiled slightly and sat on his knees.
Without a word the older man reached back and grabbed the container and gave it to the boy. Preston dipped two fingers and got a good amount of it, and then moved his fingers around the edge of his entrance and bit his lip again, getting it nice and slick. "I never knew a child could be so seductive." He watched the boy with an aroused look plastered on his face.
