Apology Not Accepted

Chapter 16: Three Finger Discount

[Here's the smut some (or most) of y'all wanted. Those pure virgins of mine who wish to remain innocent, skip to the next chapter in order to maintain your visual virginity.]

Eacker grabbed his hand and dragged Philip out of the kitchen, pausing every second or so to kiss him to grope at his ass, squeezing it. The freckled boy wasn't paying much attention to him, fighting to open the bottle and drinking from it while also focusing on not falling and spilling it all over himself.

Taking the whisky from the younger man, Eacker started kicking off his shoes, gesturing briefly for Philip to do that same. Once the boots were removed, the boys scrambled up the stairs, tongues tangling together part of the way up. They stopped at the top of the steps to strip themselves of their overcoats and breeches.

Philip pushed George up against the wall and began mouthing at his neck, hands sliding under the other's shirt and grabbing at his sides. Soft lips moved up behind the older man's ear, sucking at the sensitive spot there and eliciting a low growl from him. A hand gripped the freckled one's curls, yanking and tightening.

"Are you sure about this?" Eacker asked, tugging the other's hair lightly to look at him. He waited as Philip stood there, eyes focused on him but distracted by the question. If they do this, they'll be committing sodomy and could be hung  if they were found out. Eacker felt the hesitation and began to push him away but stopped when the smaller shook his head. The freckled man flashed him a smile before bending down and picking up his shirt and pants.

"We're probably going to need to convince your servants to go home for the evening so we don't have witnesses," He advised, shoving the other man's clothes in his chest and getting dressed himself. They didn't need to tell the maid twice, she left the second Eacker said go.

- Just for that, I'm not going to give her a raise. You were paying her in the first place? -

They waited for a moment after she left, taking turns drinking from the bottle until it was empty. Both damn near tipsy and stumbling into the bedroom. Eacker picked up and made his way to the bed, lips smashing against the other's. He threw the boy down onto the bed, crawling on top of him, grinding their erections together so deliciously Philip had to make sure he wasn't drooling. Ripping their clothes off again and ignoring the groan of disapproval when he literally ripped Philip's clothes off, George began his work of biting and marking the boy as his. Bruises and bite marks ranging from furious red to midnight blue littered his neck almost like a painting, one only Eacker will get to see. He'll make sure of it.

Philip's eyebrows were furrowed with pleasure as the man above him worked his way down his body, biting and sucking on sensitive parts of his torso he didn't even know was there. Suddenly, Eacker pressed down on his hips, shocks of euphoria zipping throughout the other's body. Philip's back arched off the mattress as he let out a loud and broken moan. As he calmed down, He looked down to see Eacker's brown eyes wide and surprised.

"What?" He asked.

Eacker's eyes drifted to where his hand resided, right on top of Philip's bullet scar. They stared at it, the scar had faded but still rose a bit higher than the rest of his skin. The older of the two pressed down on it again and watched as a gutteral groan riped from the freckled boy's throat. For a while, that's what happened. Slow and arousing torture from something that should have reminded them that they shouldn't be doing this, this isn't supposed to feel so good. Distracted by the man's hands, Philip didn't notice George's next destination until he pressed a kiss to his left cheek.

He felt the boy's hole quiver as his tongue lapped at it, slipping in and prodding at Philip's walls. Philip tensed and clenched around the appendage, rocking his hips back, riding Eacker's mouth. Small moans growing louder and louder. Looking up, George could see the boy's curls framing his face, cheeks flushed heavily and lip red from biting. He slid one of hands up along the boy's thigh and squeezed his hips, nearly moaning when Philip bucked up into the touch, before lightly grabbing at the boy's erection. The freckled man threw his head back with a scream and snatched his wrist. "Oh, oh, George, George, there," he panted. Eacker gripped harder and ate the boy out faster. One of Philip's feet shot out and kicked him straight in the ribs, teaching George to move at a certain angle in order to do this.