An Earl's Desire

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The expression on Ambrose's face was pure rapture as he watched Orson's orgasmic face, tense with the beautiful agony of release. He couldn't know if it was his imagination or not, but he thought he could feel a sweet warmth and pleasant tingling deep inside him as his master released his seed. The glory of it seemed to spread through his core and expand to his extremities.

Ambrose's cock had softened throughout the intensity of the fucking, but he was thickening again, fed by the earl's pleasure.

"Milord, milord!" he sighed, wrapping his legs around the large man to keep him close. "I can hardly bear it - but now I cannot bear not to have you! I fear I shan't be able to walk tomorrow... but perhaps here in bed is the only place you'll need me to be...?"

He grinned widely, his shining eyes rimmed with wetness.

 

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Orson peppered Ambrose's face with kisses then found his mouth and kissed him passionately. "I did not hurt you too much? I never wish to hurt you." He kept his weight on his forearms and kissed him again. "We can stay in bed all day of you like."

Orson's cock softened. He groaned as he slowly pulled out then collapsed beside Ambrose. He wondered what time it was, the window was still dark. He traced a finger along Ambrose's side. "Do you need release?"

 

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Ambrose gave his head a shake at the first question - truly it had been terribly painful at times, but it certainly was not too much. He knew now that he could take the pain, and that there was more than enough pleasure to make it worthwhile.

He groaned along with Orson when the man slipped free of his hypersensitive hole - the pain of the unaccustomed strenuous penetration was now beginning to rise to the surface, but the disappointment of losing that indescribably satisfying feeling of fullness was worse. He wanted to feel pleasure again, the pleasure only his lord could give.

"Please," he begged in a soft, breathy voice. "Please, my master, would you...? I'm not quite hard yet, but your touch will bring me there."

 

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"'Twill be my pleasure to give you pleasure." Orson grinned. He was happy that he hadn't hurt Ambrose. He wanted the lad to enjoy every bit of this. He liked the way Ambrose called him master. No one called him that. It was always "my lord." The way Ambrose said it ... It warmed his heart.

He pulled the lad to him to spoon. He traced Ambrose's side with his fingers then took his cock in hand. He kissed the back of Ambrose's neck.

 

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Ambrose winced inwardly in anticipation of a flare of burning pain at having his body moved, but there was only a distant ache quickly overshadowed by the sweetness of his lord's warm, post-climactic body against his back, tucking him in so cosily. He sighed at the kisses, which sent pleasant tingles dancing across his awakened flesh.

"You are heaven all over," he whispered. "More heavenly, even, than butter."

He could speak no longer when Orson began to stroke him, encouraging his prick to full hardness. He responded in happy moans and gasps.

 

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“High praise Indeed, to be compared to butter by you, my dear chuck.” Orson chuckled. He nuzzled Ambrose’s neck again.

He stroked the lad’s cock faster. The sounds Ambrose made. The way his breath caught. It was nearly enough to rouse him once again. But he wouldn’t push Ambrose any further tonight.

He continued to whisper endearments in Ambrose’s ear while learning how the lad liked to be pleasured. The speed, the pressure, Orson wanted to know what made Ambrose cry out with pleasure.

Sent from my iPhone. Please excuse fumble fingers.

 

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Ambrose was soon thrusting instinctively into the earl's hand, following his basest, most animalistic instincts. Meanwhile, the continued tickle of breath and sweet whispered words in his ear sent him to higher and higher realms of pleasure.

Gasps, moans, and occasional whimpers were the serenade he offered his master, and soon these noises of abandon escalated to frantic squeals as the "little death" loomed and then seized hold of him.

 

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"Ah, sing for me, Ambrose, my nightingale." He put his leg over Ambrose's anchoring him in position as the lad spilled his seed on Orson's hand and bed.

Feeling Ambrose's release was almost as good as feeling his own. Almost. He was glad he could bring Ambrose pleasure.

When the lad relaxed, Orson kissed him and got out of bed to clean himself at the dry sink. He brought a damp cloth back to bed for Ambrose. "Shall I ring for food, lambkin, or would you rather rest?" He pushed a lock of hair from Ambrose's forehead and kissed it.

 

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Ambrose melted back into the soft mattress, panting raggedly. He was practically glowing in the wake of his climax, sighing as Orson sweetly tended to him.

"Food... rest...," he mused, smirking. "Could we not eat... while we rest?"

He reached to touch Orson's cheek, and slid his fingers down to stroke the man's beard, which was tidy even now.

"Might we have something sweet before we slumber?"

 

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Orson smiled warmly. "Thou art all the sweetness I need, lambkin. But I will ring for refreshments." He leaned down and kissed Ambrose on the mouth.

Orson pulled on his nightshirt and rang for Thomas. The Gentleman of the Chamber arrived in short order. "Thomas, bring wine and something sweet to eat. Marchpane, gingerbread," He looked at Ambrose for any additions. "And mince tarts."

"Yes my lord. I'll bring them straightaway." Thomas's eyes darted from Orson to Ambrose and a faint smile crossed his lips before he bowed himself out.

"I believe Thomas's suspicions have finally been confirmed." Orson laughed. "May I help you sit up? Are you still sore?" He sat on the bed and kissed Ambrose again. "I wish to be drunk upon your kisses."

 

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Ambrose went red in the cheeks in Thomas's presence, immediately averting his eyes, although he found it impossible to stop smiling. As much as he'd fed off of the attention they'd gotten earlier, at the theatre and at the tavern, it was quite a different dynamic to be recognized as lovers here in their home. He felt bashful about it, even while his excitement remained. And behind it all was a thread of nervousness that he may yet earn the antipathy of other servants who wished to be in his position, or that he would learn of other lovers Orson had right here in the same household and be jealous.

But for now, he could keep those concerns at bay and remain in the moment. He reached for Orson and allowed the man to help him sit up. He sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth as bolts of burning pain shot through his tender backside in the process, but he gave Orson a brave smile.

"Quite sore," he admitted as Orson helped him pile soft pillows behind him, "but much more so, happy. I'll give you all the kisses you wish, my dear master - you'll be drunk on them 'til you cannot stand."

He wrapped his arms around the big man's strong, broad shoulders and opened his mouth to his lord, offering his lips and tongue for Orson to feed upon as they awaited the arrival of the sweets.

 

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"'Twill be easier in time. I promise." Orson bent to Ambrose's upturned mouth and kissed him greedily.

"When we are alone in my bedchamber, you may call me Orson. I would especially like to hear you call my name when you reach your release." He kissed Ambrose again.

Orson's heart was full. Ambrose was happy. He called him "my dear master." He couldn't keep the smile off his face. Thomas must have thought him daft. Or in love. Holy Mother. He was in love.

 

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Ambrose drank up every kiss and caress, idly musing on the irony that he'd ended up employed in such a way, when following his mother's path was the last thing he'd intended. Although this was quite distinct from what his mother did in several key ways - he wasn't selling himself on the streets. He was with one man, a man he trusted and adored. He was cared for and wanted for nothing. And he was doing this because he finally wanted it, not because he had no other recourse.

Yet, what Orson said next could hardly have been more surprising. Call him by his given name? Would that not be entirely inappropriate between a servant and a master? Perhaps that was precisely the point. Did the wrongness of it bring pleasure?

He stared curiously into his master's eyes, feeling exhilarated.

"Orson," he whispered, practically under his breath.

 

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"Say it again," Orson kissed Ambrose. "Louder." He was sure the youth would be saying it much louder the next time Orson led him to bliss.

Orson was willing finally to admit it to himself: He loved Ambrose. The lad's innocence despite his hard life ... How the smallest of things brought him joy ... Orson smiled thinking of how buttered bread delighted Ambrose so much.

Speaking of food, Thomas entered with a tray of sweets.

"Just set it down, Thomas. Thank you. We'll be settling for the night, you may go to bed."

Thomas gave Ambrose a little smile as he bowed himself out of the room. Once he was gone, Orson poured wine for Ambrose and himself. "Is the pain still bad? There is some laudanum left, if you wish it." He fixed a plate of Ambrose's favorite sweets and brought it and a cup of wine to him.

 

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Ambrose held his breath, gathering the courage to say Orson's name above a whisper, but Thomas entered with the tray before he could get it out.

When we are alone, Orson had said, so Ambrose didn't dare say it while Thomas or anyone else might be within earshot. He shyly returned the smile Thomas offered, and then seemed to relax once the door had shut, leaving them alone again.

He grinned broadly at the earl, accepting the plate and cup with thanks. He picked up a slice of the elegantly decorated marchpane and nibbled daintily, savouring the sweet almond-and-rosewater essence.

"Laudanum is always nice... and I suppose it would make me feel better," he mused. "But I prefer you for making me feel better. I would have it only if you had it too...."

He leaned closer and managed to add in a moderate tone, "...Orson."

 

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Orson growled and kissed Ambrose's almond-flavored lips. He loved it when Ambrose said his name. It was deliciously intimate.

"I enjoy making you feel better. But I will only take laudanum when I am in great pain." He ran his thumb over the scar on his side. "I do not want anything to cloud my feelings when I'm with you. But if you need it ...I do not want you to be in pain."

Orson chose a small mince filled pastie and took a bite.

 

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Ambrose smiled at him admiringly. The laudanum was terribly tempting and addicting, but he decided that if Orson could abstain unless he felt he truly needed it, he would do the same. Orson's mention of it clouding his feelings was significant to the lad - it was true, the draught had a way of dulling certain things, which had been part of its appeal previously. Now, he wanted to feel everything to its full extent, even if part of that was pain.

"I think I can do without it," he confirmed, watching Orson eat. He noticed a crumb from the pastie clinging to the edge of the earl's lip and reached for him, flicking his tongue against Orson's lip to gather the crumb.

 

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"You've become a bold little lambkin. Have a care, you may rouse the wolf again." Orson leered before pulling Ambrose in for a kiss. He sparred with the lad's tongue then planted kisses and love bites along his jaw and neck.

His cock went hard. Orson growled and Kissed Ambrose fiercely. Sblood, he wanted the lad. Again. "Ambrose," he breathed.

 

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Ambrose grinned and gasped and fought not to spill his wine as Orson devoured him. He lifted his chin, giving the earl plenty of room to kiss and suck on his neck.

"Will you give me sweets, and then no time to enjoy them?" he giggled between gasps. "Ahh... Orson... such an appetite you have! My arse needs a rest, my hungry master."

 

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Orson sat back to let Ambrose eat in peace. “Lambkin, since you have accepted me as your lover, I cannot get enough of you. I must make up for all those nights I tried to sleep when you were in my bed and snuggled in my arms.” He leaned over and kissed Ambrose chastely.

“As for that fine arse of yours, I will wait until you tell me you are ready to let me take you that way again. There are others ways to please each other until then.” He tried not to leer.

 

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Ambrose gazed blissfully into Orson's eyes as he took another bite of his wedge of marchpane and chewed slowly, drawing out his enjoyment of both the treat and the heat between them.

"Ways such as... what you did to me in the carouche, coming back from the theatre?" he asked playfully. "Other ways? There is so much for me to learn. My master. My lover."

He gulped back his wine more quickly so that they could move along to other things.

 

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Orson's cock twitched thinking about Ambrose's lips around his cock. "Yes, like what I did in the carouche." He gave a lecherous grin. "I could coat it with butter if you like."

He took the cup from Ambrose and set it aside so he could kiss him more exuberantly. "There are many other ways. I will teach them all to you and we will discover more on our own."

 

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Ambrose grinned between kisses and hung on tightly to his master. "I would enjoy all of you coated with butter," he giggled. "What would Thomas think if we asked him to send some butter with no bread?"

He cuddled closer to Orson and toyed with the hair on the big man's chest, fascinated by everything about the earl's body. He slid one hand downwards until his fingers found the warmth and firmness of Orson's shaft. He stroked it, careful and tender at first, as if petting a kitten, appreciating the softness of the surrounding flesh.

 

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Orson laughed heartily. "Thomas wouldn't say a word except for , 'yes, milord' and be on his way. But I would love to hear what he was thinking."

His next laugh turned swiftly to a groan of pleasure. "You've one of your own lad, you know it won't break. Or do you plan to torture me all night?" He loved that Ambrose was getting bolder with him.

 

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Ambrose's eyes cut from the earl's cock to his face, enjoying his expressions as much as the exploration.

"I don't mean to tease. I just want to... what is the word...? Savour. Savour all of you, like a good meal I don't want to be over too quickly."

He wrapped his hand around the thick tool and squeezed, stroking firmly from root to tip, watching Orson's eyes all the while.

"Is that better? Tell me what you like."