An Earl's Desire

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"My sweet... lord."

Ah, it was music to Orson's ears. He had not needed William's advice after all.

"No matter if you do. We cannot be home soon enough for me. I want to carry you to my bed and strip you of your fine clothing and show you the ways of love. But my patience has been worn thin. I fear I may be too rough. Promise you will make me stop if I hurt you." Orson pulled Ambrose's leg over his thigh to get better access to his cock. He slid his hand inside Ambrose's canions and braies kissing him all the while, and touched his bare cock for the first time.

 

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A sharp intake of breath through Ambrose's nose was the lad's initial outward response to the intimate touch in a place where, theretofore, solely his own hand had been. Hard as a nail, it twitched, throbbed, and leaked in Orson's hand.

As much as he loved his master's lips on his, and tongue filling his mouth, Ambrose broke the kiss and stared at Orson with awe and a touch of trepidation. How long had Orson been carrying these "base desires"? How long had he had to practice patience with Ambrose slumbering ignorantly next to him? Had Ambrose been aware of this before tonight he may only have been afraid, but since his eye-opening discussion with Belle, who had so gleefully whispered to him of the pleasures that could be found in a man's bed, he could now feel eager anticipation. He was also tense and nervous, certainly, but not out of any fear of violence - as he had been all along, he worried he would not be adequate to meet his master's needs.

So he carefully watched the earl's expression, looking for any sign of disappointment in his eyes as the man's hand closed around his hard cock. What would he think of the size of it, the shape of it? Was it the sort of sweetmeat he was looking for? And if he really did reach his "little death" right here and now...?

"Truly, I will make a terrible mess if you keep touching me like that," he panted. "What will you do? What would you do with such a mess?"

 

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"The laundress would take care of the mess. But there is a better way." Orson kissed Ambrose then pushed him against the cushioned back of the seat. He tugged the lad's canions and braies down. "You will spend in my mouth." Orson didn't wait. He bent his head and kissed the tip of Ambrose's cock. He licked it and then took the head into his mouth sucking it lightly.

He never thought he would enjoy teaching anyone about the joys of love. He generally found virgins tedious, but Ambrose was a different story. Orson delighted in the lad's moans and whimpers. This was but a taste. Once they were in his bedchamber, there would be a feast of lovemaking.

 

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Ambrose did not expect the sudden escalation, and certainly did not expect to be suddenly bared below the waist. His instinctive reaction was to panic - his eyes wanted to comb their surroundings to make sure they weren't being watched as the carriage rolled and jostled its way along the public road, and his hands wanted to fly to his vulnerable jewels to protect them, but these instincts were quickly overwhelmed when Orson's mouth closed around his cock.

His hands gripped the plush seat beneath him and his eyes focused intently on the wonderfully lewd visual of his master's lips wrapped around the head of his prick. The sight was indulgent enough in itself, but the sensation was pure heaven.

"O god-!" he groaned, and quickly pulled a hand up so he could stop his mouth with a clenched fist. He was shocked at the sounds coming from his own mouth. His hips pressed forth, instinctively craving to move a little deeper inside the inviting warmth.

 

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Orson took a moment to smile up at Ambrose before bending to his task again. This time he took more of the youth's cock in his mouth. He slid his mouth up and down pressing his tongue along the base. As Ambrose moved his hips, Orson held him in place.

Orson's own cock was rock hard. The sounds Ambrose made ... Orson moved his mouth faster. He wanted Ambrose to scream out his bliss. He did not care who heard them. Orson's own moan vibrated along Ambrose's cock.

 

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Ambrose did care who heard them - surely what they were doing wasn't socially acceptable outside the community he'd experienced for the first time today, and as far as he knew it was widely considered extremely immoral and probably illegal. How could the earl be so untroubled about it? Was this the privilege of being wealthy?

The tickle of Orson's moan shivered right through his core. He pulled in a sharp breath through his nose and squealed with delight. He continued to squeeze his fist against his mouth, trying to keep quiet, but it only did so much to muffle the noises he couldn't hope to hold back.

Orson's tongue sliding around his shaft was like heaven - it reminded him somehow of the luxurious richness of butter melting on his tongue. He lifted his free hand and reached out, his fingers plunging into his master's hair, stroking and scrunching it.

He knew he wouldn't last long - his legs were beginning to tremble.

 

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Orson moaned again. He shifted feeling the signs that Ambrose was near to climax. He thought he might stop altogether and make the lad wait. But that would be cruel and Orson was not a cruel man. Sweet Jesu, he loved the lad's whimpers and squeals.

He squeezed Ambrose's thigh trying to let him know that all was well and he was free to do what he needed to do. In truth, they would be home soon and he wanted this to be done by then. His patience was about at an end. He wanted Ambrose in his bed and he wanted him now.

 

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Here it came - Ambrose gasped several times and then seized up, his back arching, shoulders pressing back into the plush seat. Just at the point of climax, he let go of Orson's hair, part of him still a touch self-conscious and not wanting to force the man to take his seed into his mouth. Quickly it became more than obvious that this was just what his master wanted.

Cascades of unimaginable, almost unbearable pleasure washed over the lad, and once his initial powerful gush had surged into Orson's throat, he began to cry out, losing all inhibition. He was no longer blocking his mouth with his little fist and he wailed out his keen enjoyment as if inviting the whole of London to experience this with him.

 

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Orson swallowed everything Ambrose had to give. Holy Mother! The lads cries of bliss were the sweetest music Orson had ever heard. He relinquished the prick when it began to soften. He pulled up Ambrose's braies and canions as best he could and sat back. He couldn't stop grinning at Ambrose. He pulled him onto his lap and kissed him soundly. He kept his arms around him, caressing and stroking his hair, his back, his shoulders. He kissed his forehead, his cheeks, and then his lips.

He cradled Ambrose's head on his shoulder all the way home. He led him by the hand out of the carouche, into the house, up the stairs, and into his bedchamber. Into his bed.

 

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Ambrose was drowning in a sea of bliss. He was useless in the wake of such an intense orgasm, all he could do was melt into his master and accept the barrage of kisses and caresses.

The remainder of the journey passed by in a whirlwind, and before he knew it he was in bed with the earl, nervous and excited. Was Orson really about to fuck him? Was it as wonderful as Belle implied?

The older man's obvious hunger was intoxicating, and Ambrose was only now coming to terms with the hunger within himself. He had admired Orson's body from the start, but surely it was more than just admiration. All his life he'd shrunk from any variety of carnal desire, needing to separate himself from the sorts of men who had traded coins for his mother's body, the sort of man who had no doubt fathered him.

He was no longer afraid of feeling this way, because this wasn't like that. It wasn't about using another person. It was a shared desire, and he was allowed to feel this kind of pleasure. He wanted Orson's body, and wanted to please Orson with his own.

Frantically his hands pulled at his master's clothing. Thank to his training, he had a better idea now of how it all worked and could undo all the ties and buttons without wasting too much time.

 

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Orson's heart thumped like a virgin's, as he was sure Ambrose's was. He was faster at removing the lad's clothing, tossing everything off the bed. He planted kisses on the newly revealed skin. He thought he needed to slow down. He wanted to savor the lad, but his baser urges drove him on. His kisses were aggressive, his hands rough.

Orson was naked soon enough. He pushed Ambrose onto the bed on his back. His cock bobbedas it stood at attention. He took a jar from the table by the bad and slathered the ointment on his cock. The cold of the cream allowed him to calm himself a bit.

"Ambrose, sweetling." He captured the lad's mouth with his and pushed his legs apart. "If I hurt you, you must make me stop. I don't wish to hurt you but," Orson's voice was hoarse with passion, "I fear that I will not, nay, cannot control myself."

Orson knelt between Ambrose's legs and pilled the lad closer. He found the lad's hole and pushed in his thumb slick with the ointment.

 

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Ambrose's heart raced as his master pushed his legs up and out, exposing his secrets. He experienced a few moments of panic when Orson confessed that he may not be able to control himself. How could he make the much larger man stop if he really did get carried away?

And then he was being penetrated - at first Ambrose thought that was it, and he was getting fucked - he cried out in surprise. It was painful, yes; it was intense and strange, but also sort of exciting, and he thought maybe he could handle it, and then he realized it was not Orson's cock at all - only his thumb.

"Oh!" he grunted, his expression twisting. "Oh, I don't know if I can... Ohh...."

He stared into Orson's eyes, his own wide and a little wild. His master's thumb was moving inside him, pushing, twisting, and he wanted to cry out and beg him to stop, but as the moments passed, the sensation grew on him. It still hurt, but he didn't want it to stop.

 

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"Relax, lambkin." Orson soothed. He kept his thumb inside, but stopped moving it to give Ambrose a chance to catch his breath and adjust.

Orson breathed out. He was back in control. He removed his thumb and scooped more ointment from the container. This time he pushed his middle finger in and worked it around then he added his index finger.

All the while he watched Ambrose's face gauging his reactions, but Mother of God, his cock ached to be inside the lad.

 

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Ambrose breathed tremulously, his body instinctively tensing up against the invasion while he fought with himself to relax, relax, relax. It was terrible and wonderful all at once - he didn't know what to make of it.

Once he was close to growing accustomed to a single digit, another joined it, and he tensed up all over again. He was close to tears but he didn't want to let them show, not wanting Orson to think he was hurting him - it was painful, certainly, but he also wanted it. He didn't quite understand it himself, and had no hope of explaining it.

"Don't stop," he whispered, blinking rapidly. "Just... slowly. Please."

 

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Orson let his fingers rest in place. "Poor, lambkin. Breathe." He leaned forward and kissed Ambrose tenderly. His lust had abated enough that now he only wanted to initiate Ambrose into the joys of the bedchamber. He kissed him again hoping to rouse the lad's passion once more. When he felt Ambrose relax, he moved his finger very slowly ever taking his eyes off the lad.

 

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The kisses helped soothe Ambrose, and gradually the pleasure of being penetrated overwhelmed the discomfort. His breathing became slower and steadier, and then suddenly, he gasped. Orson's finger had found someplace magical inside him. A dribble of clear fluid oozed from his cock onto his belly.

"Oh - what was that?" he cried out, his eyes widening. "Do it again, pray you, milord! Do it again!"

 

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"Ah, you see?" Orson smiled. He moved his fingers again. "Like that? Have I made you feel good? I want to add another finger." He wanted to put his cock there, but he could wait. The lad was nearly ready. And Orson could finally get some relief.

 

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Despite his teary eyes, Ambrose's expression was enraptured. Again he pulled in a sharp breath when he felt that flood of ecstasy in response to the subtle movement of his master's fingers inside him.

"Oh, aye!" he gasped, inviting more. More sensation, more intensity.

For a short while he had doubted Belle's assurances that having a finger up there truly enhanced the sexual experience, but now he wholly believed her - he was getting a taste of a realm of pleasure he never knew existed. He practically glowed with joy and awe as he stared into Orson's beautiful eyes, his entire being seeming focused around the man's skilled fingers.

 

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Orson moved his fingers faster, stretching, probing. All the while attentive to Ambrose's face looking for any signs that he should stop.

He kissed Ambrose again. "I want you so very much," he whispered huskily. His cock felt as hard as an iron bar.

 

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Ambrose grabbed hold of him and opened up for a deeper kiss, wanting to feel Orson's tongue deep in his mouth, to feel him filling both ends.

His arousal made the pain far easier to bear, and now he almost craved it. He pulled his mouth away from his master's, panting.

"I want you too. Do you want to...? Can we try?"

 

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Ambrose's words were the sweetest he had ever heard. He made a sound deep in his chest somewhere between a growl and a groan.

"Yes, I want to." His voice was husky with lust. He swallowed trying to calm himself. "Remeber to breath. And push out when I push in."

Orson positioned himself between Ambrose's legs. He guided his already greased cock to the lad's opening. He pushed in slowly. It took the full force of his will to keep from sheathing himself to the hilt. He watched the lad's face. "Breath, lambkin. My sweetling."

 

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Ambrose's mouth and eyes opened very wide as the earl's thick cock began to stretch his tight passage open. At first he didn't understand the logic of pushing out while Orson pushed in, but when he tried it, he was amazed at how his body accommodated what felt like an impossibly sized object. He clung to Orson's encouragements and instructions, breathing slowly and deeply.

By this time he was so keyed up his ability to feel pain was greatly dulled, and while it was a challenge to handle the intensity of the invasion, it wasn't nearly the agony he would have expected considering how the first penetration with Orson's thumb had smarted.

At first he struggled to keep himself quiet, not wanting to alert the entire household of their fuck, but quickly he realized he wouldn't be able to hold back; or at least, it wasn't worth it to put in the effort. He was too carried away in the bliss of the union. Besides, he was fairly certain everyone in the house already presumed their relationship was of a carnal nature.

And so Ambrose howled at the ceiling, lifting and spreading his legs to invite Orson ever closer.

"Oh... my... beautiful... master!" he gasped out.

 

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Sweet Jesu! The lad was tight. Orson pushed in inch by inch until he was about halfway in. Then he began to move slowly watching Ambrose. The lad cried out but with pleasure not pain. “I’m going to go faster. Deeper. Ambrose, I want to die with you!” Orson wasn’t sure How much longer he could maintain control he had waited so long for this.

 

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The lad's insides were throbbing, burning, smarting at the unaccustomed strain, but he still welcomed his master in, wholeheartedly. He knew now what he was meant for - it was this. This was everything, Orson was everything, giving this man pleasure and having it gifted to him in return was everything. He had to be filled - he wanted more. And when the earl's thick cock nudged against that magical spot a few inches in he practically screamed in ecstasy.

He babbled vague affirmatives in response to his lord, well past the point of sense. He nodded in encouragement. What would it feel like to have a man spend inside him? He had to know.

 

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Orson moved faster, pushed in deeper. Ambrose’s cries and moans drove him mad with lust. He was beyond using measured strokes but began fucking the lad in Earnest. weeks of deprivation We’re finally over. Orson came with a gasp then a sigh as he spewed ropes of seed into his precious ingle.

He breathed deeply catching his breath then pressed his forehead to ambrose’s. “My sweet sweet lambkin.” He breathed. “How do you fare?”

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