Peaches and Cum
Title: Peaches And Cum
Author: PokerKitten
Setting: London, 1880
Smut_69 challenge prompt word: #46 Bottom
My Smut Table
Disclaimer: Joss, ME, Fox yadayada own the characters; I'm just messin'.
Peaches And Cum
"Seems like you're pretty well-known." William was attempting to sound casual. "Come here often, then?" he asked, feigning interest in the ornate timepiece on the mantel as he felt Angelus move up behind him. A diversionary tactic. He still hadn't quite recovered from the shock of his kiss, needed more time to compose himself.
"Not often, no." Angelus brushed William's hair away from the nape of his neck. "Frightened an old man to death once while I was eating his butler. Turned out he was a member." Pressed his moist lips to the pale flesh he had exposed. "No wife. His heir travelling overseas." Gently nipped at his earlobe. "Thought I'd play the dutiful, mourning son. See where it got me."
Face burning from the heat of the fire, or possibly from the lightness of Angelus' touch, William closed his eyes, inclined his head. "And?" A hitch in his voice as Angelus' tongue traced along his jawline.
"And I liked what I found. They're very accommodating here, for an annual fee."
So William had noticed as he'd been led into the stylish building on Portland Place. Although the exterior had seemed much like any other gentlemen's club, The Hundred Guineas certainly gave every appearance of being a little out of the ordinary, once you had crossed its threshold. Standing aside as the hall-porter greeted Angelus with respectful familiarity, William had observed the to-ings and fro-ings in the foyer, the various well-dressed gentlemen with their not-so-highborn companions.
"A hundred guineas?" William ventured, swaying slightly but compliant as Angelus slid his jacket from his shoulders.
"Right. A bit steep, but you get what you pay for." His arms slipped around William's body, fingers carefully working on the buttons of his shirt. "Discretion. And a damn fine wine cellar." The shirt fluttered to the floor. "And for my part, I never make a kill here." Angelus paused to nibble at his boy's bare shoulder. "Just, ah, soften them up a little, y'know?"
William nodded. He could well imagine. But Angelus was wrapping his arms about his waist now, stroking his hands down the front of his linen trousers, making it impossible to think of anything other than what he might choose to do to him. His mouth was still tingling from the deep, lingering kiss, and now this! He'd never touched him like this before, so gentle, almost tender.
"My my, you like a slow seduction, don't you Will?" Angelus slipped the last of the four bone buttons free, teasing out William's erection from its confines with expert fingers. The shivered response spoke volumes. "My lovely big boy. Never known you keep your trap shut for so long! If I'd realised that's all it took…" Almost reluctantly, he gave up his fondling and began to ease the fabric down over William's hips. "…I'd have tried this sooner." He took a step back, the better to view his handiwork. "And there it is!" Angelus declared, tone gleeful. "That peach of an arse of yours!"
The withdrawal of his touch, the loss of the frisson from Angelus' cool cotton shirt against his flesh, was almost painful to William. "Don't stop" he whispered.
"Barely begun, Will. Now, finish the job yourself, nice and slow. No, don't turn around!" Never taking his eyes from William, he settled back into the rich, dark tobacco-brown upholstery of their room's only chair, moistening his lips as his boy bent down to remove the rest of his clothing. "Good. Now take a few steps back. And just one more." Hands lightly resting on William's narrow hips, he guided him in between his thighs. Too good to resist! Stooping, he rubbed his cheek against the smooth, shapely buttocks. "Mmm, so peachy!"
As delicious as this felt, William was desperate for more. "What is it with you and peaches?" he groaned, longing to have Angelus' fingers wrapped around his cock once more.
"Hush now, don't spoil it" Angelus warned. "Y'know, I could tell you a lot about peaches. Keep you waiting for hours yet. You want that?"
"Hell no!"
"Too late. Bet you didn't know that the Chinese were the first to cultivate 'em. Did you?"
When William wisely remained still and silent, he was rewarded with a soft kiss to the base of his spine, a hand sliding down from his hip to his groin. Angelus inched a little further forward in his seat, cupping William's balls in the palm of his hand.
"And the Romans, they thought the peach was the fruit of Venus" he continued, gently squeezing. "Associated it with immortality." He paused to take a leisurely lick up the length of William's crack. The lad's legs were trembling ever so slightly now, he noted with some satisfaction. "Had the idea that peaches were aphrodisiacs. Can't say as I blame them." He slowly withdrew his hand. "Might be a good idea for you to get down on your knees about now" he suggested.
William didn't hesitate. Angelus' mood could swing at any moment and he had no desire to furnish him with an excuse for that, to provoke him into the accustomed urgency and violence. He could rage and lash out at him, attempt to hurt him, turn their fucking into a frenzy of mutual biting and tearing and bloody torment… But not now, not yet. Please, not yet. So William sank to his knees willingly, choking back the requests to be touched again, the begging words that could run the risk of inflaming his grandsire; and waited. With anticipation, and a little fear.
"Well now, I never knew" Angelus marvelled. "Had no idea what a good boy you could be. And how prettily you'd quiver when you really wanted something." And he meant it. This was an altogether different experience, for both of them, and he was astonished at how much he was enjoying it. "Now, if you'd just bend over… that's the way. And crawl a little further forward." His stiffening cock twitched in his pants as he studied William's buttocks bobbing in front of him. Time to unbutton himself, relieve the pressure a little. "And, ah, spread your legs a little wider…" he continued, as he joined him on the floor. "Fuck me, but that's a handsome sight!"
William was leaning forward, head hanging down, palms to the floor, soles facing up to the ceiling, arse tilted high in the air; offering a tantalising view of his heavy balls dangling between his parted thighs. And was the lad actually panting? Sweet Beelezebub, he was! The extended lecture on peaches would have to wait!
Moving in between William's open legs, crotch gently bumping up against the upturned backside, Angelus smoothed the palm of his hand along William's spine, from coccyx to nape, applying subtle pressure until the lad bowed his head further, brow to the carpet, forearms to the floor. Having achieved what he considered to be the perfect pose, the most auspicious angle for William's body, Angelus shifted his own position a little, sitting back on his heels as he took a moment to savour the pucker of his boy's anus. Amazing to think how his not inconsiderable girth could force its way inside such a tight little entrance… but that was for later. For now he'd make do with his mouth and his tongue, see how much more he could make William shiver and shake; how much harder he could make him gasp and grunt.
"Good enough to eat" he crooned, tracing his fingers up the back of William's thighs to his cheeks, before bending to kiss and lick his way in towards his crack.
With William's deliciously musky scent filling his nostrils, Angelus took his time, nibbling at the crease and lapping with a long, flat tongue, by turns. As Wiliam's pantings turned to sharp, shallow "Ohs" he probed inside his crack, flicking at his opening with the tip of his tongue before pressing down on it and holding still. The timepiece ticked, once, twice, three times before he slowly start to move it again; vibrating it up and down, licking in delicate circles around the rim.
Unable to hold himself still any longer, William pushed back, letting out a moan that shot straight to Angelus' groin. But Angelus held himself in check, persisting with the rhythm that was working so well, for minute upon minute; until William began to make small rocking motions, pressing his backside even further into his face. It was clear that he was ready for more, and Angelus was willing to give it. Darting his tongue inside as he licked, then out and in again, growl rumbling in his throat as he worked, he reached his hand round, took William's cock in his fist. Fingers matching the movements of his tongue, he could feel William's muscles tensing against him, knew he was almost there.
Resisting the temptation to pump him faster, Angelus kept up the slow pressure and release, squeeze and stroke, as his tongue pushed in and out, until he had William jerking more violently. Withdrawing his tongue and sucking hard on his hole, he grasped the head of his cock and turned it, first one way then the other. How shockingly gratifying it was to hear William's moans turn to strangled cries, to be the cause of his entire body spasming, to feel his wetness coating his hand as he came in a headlong rush!
"Angelus!" his boy yelled out at the moment of release.
And really, had there ever been a more erotic sound? Angelus thought not. "Hold it right there" he ordered, as he straightened up. "We're not done yet." Another surprise, to find his right hand trembling a little as he fumbled his own cock free from his pants and guided it to William's saliva-slickened entrance. "Peaches and cum!" Angelus laughed, sucking at the semen-soaked fingers of his left hand. "What a tasty combination! My turn now" he declared, pushing the head of his cock against the little ring of muscles still offering itself up to him. "If that's alright with you."
The way William clawed at the carpet and yelped as Angelus slid inside told him that it certainly was.
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