The lord was seducing the pair without even the slightest thought of his boldness bordering on impertinence, but carnality, like all balmy climates â clouded the wits and galvanised the senses. He was in another manâs house and his comfort was a learned trait, one of elemental awareness that through similarities of experience became second nature â but he felt he was not alone in this. He could sense age like woodrot, and he had sensed it for some time and in the exorbitance of sweat it was pungent, so much so, he could taste it. One was not like the other. This alone could have intrigued him were there nothing else to provoke him in the circumstances. This was all preludinous to sex and though he was in two halves, patient and impatient the approach of tedium in view of the neglect of one party was ever on his mind. Â
 In all his former advances on Tou, contrariwise would it be to deny him so callously in favour of his lover now. Jasperâs moans were more attentive to the rapacity of his game and the empathetic rise of his cock then in giving him the ministrations to stop. His lips parted, head rolling back as a groan rumbled along his tongue as that unsparing hand slipped downward and held his straining breadth, impressing himself in all lewdness against his lordship who suffered that sultry, gaping amusement that accompanies a welcomed surprise. He devoured his demands and found they too resembled his own. Byron then turned and caught his hostâs cheek. âI want to see the assent in your eyes when I take him.â Then his hand fell and slumped to his side and he moved towards the younger of the two and rounded him, vulturine as intent built in his tread. The distance between them was nearly nonexistent. Â
 âYou are not nesh to a good thrashing,â He paused, the interruption of a grin roused over his countenance which by design seemed artful almost wicked as he breathed against his subjectâs neck. ââ I hope?â He was standing behind him, aware of the intensity of blindness in the artem stupri; â pedicare, pedicabo â he wanted all. His hands freed the waistcoat from his chest and whipped it against the ground, to throw Tou into some disquiet as his resonance beckoned: âShameless thought, how can I forgive youâŠ?â He was daring him to take, his fingers ghosting along the young manâs sides, beveling over his hips and hovering there. âWould you risk hesitance again, my bully, ââ Voice dropping to a whisper, a hand passed up to his neck where the other sank lower, âand have me suffer?â
 What was the game, and where did the avarice in the lordâs words begin and end? Was he indeed, serious? He did not know, could not vouch and yet the self-assurance in his tone was unquestionable. He was chiding merely because it pleased him to chide and he preferred to fuck angrily than to be kind â but above all, the impressionable quality of youth was such that it was translucent in his eyes â bendable, penetrable and fleeting. To make a man uncomfortable of his own desires was expertise: "quod est contra naturam, est naturalis." That which is contrary to nature, is natural â a veritable Sadism, indeed. Had this not been his practice with Tou, and did he not see through him from the first? Oh, but he had and he did. He saw through him now, he saw through this situation and he was flattered to have inveigled circumstance to this occurrence. Â
 âEnlighten me, boy â what have you done to effectuate such selfishness?â Insult accented his words, âsuch gall in your requests?â He hissed, smiling suddenly his breath just grazing the flesh of his neck enough to christen him. His hand dropped and lingered just above Touâs groin. âLet your penance be your seduction and allow yourself the audacity to take what you want.â He brought his lips to his ear, âand how long have you wanted me to fuck youâŠ?â There was no weakness in temptation, only a terrible inordinate strength to risk. Here was a youth on earth playing with old gods with that perfect freshness. He was purity in the raw to the lord because he was young and beautiful. âDo not disappoint me.â
  Chocolate eyes were hesitant to draw away from the pair. The way Jasperâs hand cupped against Byron stirred him most deliciously within his loins. Setting his blood to boil with desire; igniting a flame of lust in their wake as he moaned. Not even being touched, just yet. âGodsâŠâ Eyes upon his opposite as Byron rounded Toulouse as if he was to devour him whole. and in a sense he would. By the end of this night until the break of dawn Toulouse would be devoured completely by both his lover and friend.
  Teeth graze the flesh of his lips, the sensation of breath upon his neck spurn heat to lick at his skin. A deep swallow, bated breath as those fingers ghost his skin. It makes him tremble, it makes him sweat. Brunette curls to dip down along olive flesh, itâs nearly as if he stole his ability to voice words. He knew all of the things he wished to say but the formations of letters to fall from his lips seemed to be stifled behind soft moans and delicate breaths.
  The Lordâs words drew a furrow to Toulouseâs brows though, he would beg if it pleased him so. There would be no hesitance in it. Because here he had in his hands something he was garnering for far too long. From the moment his path met into Byronâs, he was doomed to imagine himself with this man in the throes of passion. And to have his belovedâs blessing; to have his beloved hold that same yearning for the Lord Byron only made this all the sweeter. âOh Byron â sâil vous plait..â
  Allowing each word to sink within, flood itself into his pores and breath in him a new energy. Toulouse exhaled with a new fire within his chest. With Byron at his hind and Jasper before him, watching, observing with delight. He wanted to please himself as well as his love. The pair of them had gotten the best out of teasing Toulouse and he wanted them. He yearned to have them. As Byronâs hand only teased against his groin, Toulouse took that advice the Lord gave him brazenly to heart and placed fingers over his own. Guiding Byronâs hands exactly where he wanted them to be; upon him. Touching hardened flesh, evident of the want in his body brought on by the pair of them.
  âYou both tease me so cruelly.â He spoke aloud, hips swaying back to press against the groin of the Lordâs. âIâve wanted you to fuck me since I saw you the first time.â And it was true. He was finally allowed to have fully something he wanted. Toulouse turned in Byronâs arms, nails grazing to rake at his arms whilst his lips hovered along the manâs lips. âThere is something delectably intoxicating about Jasper that you seem to share⊠I donât desire others so easily, Byronââ The tip of his tongue finds itâs way to trace along the Lordâs lips. âI donât know what it is about either of you that awaken such a fire in me so.â To hold carnal desire to have two bodies. Such lecherous sin. A deep kiss was then pressed, to know his lips finally after so long. Was enough to make his knees buckle; Tou slipped his arms around him snug about his neck, practically forcing his tongue past the Lordâs lips. Sharing in a kiss for so long before he pulled away, only to look to Jasper then. âCome here.â
