Post by Slone of Snow Mt. on Dec 4, 2010 15:06:48 GMT 10
To: NoirGrimoir
Message: Happy Holidays! Hope you like it!
From: Slone of Snow Mt.
Title: Crush Fulfilled
Rating: R
Wishlist Item: Thom/Roger (AU good relationship)
Summary: It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone…
~*~
Roger of Trebon
Lords Alan and Roger of Trebon
Lord Thom and Duke Roger of Trebon
‘What am I doing? I am acting like a girl with a crush.’
//Well don’t you have a crush on him brother dear//
‘Oh dear Gods there is that little voice sounds like Alanna. Shut up!’
//Make me brother dear, you know you are in love with him//
‘I am not!’
//Are too//
“NO!” Thom yelled.
“Shall I come again?” Roger asked standing in the doorway to
Thom’s rooms.
“You have not come yet,” Thom said under his breath.
“Pardon Lord Thom did you say something?” Roger asked coming further into the room.
//Nice going idiot//
‘Shut up…’
“My Lord, are you well?”
“I am fine, Duke Roger, I thank you for your concern.” Thom said closing his eyes.
“You are looking unwell, Lord Trebon, allow me fetch you a healer.”
“No, thank you, I am fine.”
“If you insist,”
“I do please leave me,”
“As you wish,” Roger said and left.
“I’m so f***ed.” Thom said.
//Not yet//
‘Shut up!’
//Can’t sorry//
‘Do you have a plan?’
//Now that you ask…//
‘Oh no,’
//Oh Yes//
‘I am not going to write him poetry!’
//Wouldn’t think of it//
~*~
“I cannot believe I am doing this.” Thom hissed at himself as his
hand shook as he slipped the letter under Roger’s door.
//ME TOO//
‘Gah!’
//You need to get out of here//
‘Right,’ Thom thought as he walked down the hall quickly as mages don’t run without noticing blue eyes fallowing him.
~*~
Roger sat in front of his fire tapping a long finger on his desk trying to figure out what to do with the letter he got.
“Cousin!” Jon yelled as he threw open the doors to Roger’s rooms.
“What is it cousin?” Roger said lazily with a roll of his eyes and pushed the letter under a stack of scrolls.
“What is it with you since I’ve come home from the desert with Alanna as my bride to be you have been sulking about?” Jon asked
sitting across from Roger.
“Maybe, I think you could do better than a strumpet who lied to us all for eight years.” Roger said with a roll of his eyes.
“Like who that new Princess Thayet?”
“Well she is stunning cousin dear. I want to see you happy and our country to prosper after Delia’s manipulations.”
“You’re getting antsy, why don’t you and Lord Thom go study at the university in Carthak for a year or two. Alanna and I wouldn’t be getting married anytime soon.”
“Why such a long engagement, cousin?”
“Alanna isn’t ready to marry.”
“Why would any girl not be ready to marry a prince?” Roger asked with a mock gasp.
“What about you romantic endeavors? After Alex and Delia were killed in the attempted takeover at Midwinter your bed must be growing cold.” Jon said with a twisted smile.
“Have you told Lady Alanna how many people you have bedded since your fifteenth birthday? Let’s see there was that whore Raoul got you for your birthday, Delia, the Tusaine twin princesses, your maid, Raoul, Alex,” Roger said counting the names with his fingers.
“That is quiet enough,” Jon hissed making Roger smirk.
“Yes, your highness,” Roger said as Jon got up to leave.
~*~
Roger was browsing the Mages library in the very back when a disheveled Lord Trebon came into the library with his menace of a sister and future queen yelling at him.
“Alan Thomas Trebon what has gotten into you?” Alanna yelled.
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Thom said and looked over the scrolls kept there.
“Is this about Jon?”
“Oh yes self center sister of mine this is all about you and Jon.” Thom said with a roll of his eyes.
“Then what is it?”
“None of your bloody concern,”
“I’m your sister,”
“Not when you chose to marry that prat!”
“I love Jon, you stupid ass,”
“Really sister dear, what about George, I use to dream about the three children you two would have. Aly a spy just like her father, Alan her twin taking after you, and Thom the mage. Now nothing!”
“Thom, brother, he is a thief, The King of the Rouge, How could I marry someone like him?” Alanna asked with kind eyes.
“Easy you say I do.”
“Where were you in all of these fantasies?” Alanna asked with quirked eyebrow. Thom went red and turned away from his sister.
“Was it with Duke Roger?” Alanna called out having sat down at one of the table putting her feet up on the table, “It was wasn’t it. I can still tell when you are trying to hide something from me.”
“Why do you want to know so badly?” Thom asked head peeking out from around one of the stacks.
“I want you to be happy, that’s all I ever wanted for you. That’s why we switched places you would have been miserable here during knight training.”
Thom sighed and said, “Yes.”
“Really,” Alanna said eyes lit up.
“Yes,”
“Well what are you doing about it?”
“I wrote him a letter,” Thom admitted dejectedly.
“What did it say? Details, details, details,”
“I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination."
“That’s it?”
“Yes,”
“Did you sign it?”
“No,”
“You brother dear are an idiot. Why don’t you just knock on his door and say take me I’m yours.” Alanna said with a frustrated sigh. Roger grinned at Alanna with amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Oh yes that would go over so well,”
“You never know until you try. I have to go, we’ll talk more later,” Alanna said and left the library. Thom sighed taking his sisters vacated seat to drum his fingers on the table top.
Roger made his way around so he could sneak up on his target knowing with that short conversation between brother and sister he knew he would have Thom Trebon in his bed for a long time to come. Bowing to whisper in Thom’s ear, “Truth is beauty, beauty is truth. I have found my beauty in you so does that mean I have found my truth as well?”
Thom shivered at the words whisper in his ear and whispered back, “Truth is what you make of it.”
“Then the truth is I want you, Thom.” Roger whispered and placed a kiss on the back of Thom’s neck. Thom shivered again and gripped the edge of the table as Roger placed butterfly kisses along his neck and jaw.
“What do you want, Thom?” Roger whispered and tugged on Thom’s earlobe with his teeth.
“You,” Thom moaned and leaned back so he could stare into Roger’s blue eyes darken by lust.
Roger gasped at the look of love and trust that were in Thom’s eyes. He pulled Thom’s chair out to pull Thom to his feet. The mages stared at each other with fascination as their lips touched. Tunics were bunched under hand as they tried to feel skin. They sprang apart as someone came into the library.
“Lord Trebon lets take this academic argument back to my rooms,” Roger said loudly with a wave of his arm. Thom grinned up at Roger and with a nod of his head the two mages left.
‘Am I really going to do this?’
//Oh for all the love of the Gods you idiot! YES YOU ARE//
‘But I never…’
//Tell him idiot//
“Thom love,” Roger said caressing Thom’s cheek. Thom looked startled up into the kind blue eyes of Roger.
“Love we are here.” Thom nodded and bit his lip staring into the great black abysses that was the door way to Roger’s rooms.
“Thom, what’s the matter?” Roger asked looking down into Thom’s now scared eyes. Thom shook his head and tried to back away but Roger grasped his wrist firmly not enough to leave a mark but firm enough to show Thom he wasn’t getting away.
“Love, come have some wine,” Roger said gently pulling Thom into his rooms. Roger moved Thom to sit on a couch in front of the fire before going to close the door and fetching the wine.
Thom stood shaking and began to pace not realizing he was talking out loud to himself.
“This is madness he is my future cousin-in-law. We should not do this. I want to do whatever this is. Why am I so nervous?” Thom said rubbing his sweaty palms on his thighs. Roger stood in the shadows with the wine listening as Thom worried himself to death. Roger shook his head knowing this wouldn’t do sneaking up on Thom again.
“Thom come sit,” Roger said taking Thom’s hand and pulled him to sit on the couch so Thom was seated between his thighs.
“Wine,” Roger whispered into Thom’s ear like he had in the library. Roger grinned when Thom shivered. Roger handed Thom a goblet full with another kiss to the back of Thom’s neck.
The mages sat sipping the heady wine with nothing but the crack/pop of the fire and their breathing as noise.
Roger began to run his fingers through Thom’s hair and grinned at the sound of a low moan coming from Thom who let his head fall back to rest on Roger’s chest.
Roger ran a lone finger over Thom’s neck to his ear over to Thom’s prefect cheek bone down his nose to his lips where Thom placed a faint kiss to the finger.
“Tell me what you want,” Roger whispered with need.
“You but I need to tell you something first,” Thom said looking into Roger’s eyes with worry.
“Tell me your fears, your desires, tell me anything, I will listen.” Roger said and kissed Thom’s brow.
“This is…that is…I am…” Thom stuttered over his words before Roger placed his finger over Thom’s lips again.
“This is your first time,” Roger asked kindly. Thom nodded and looked away ashamed.
“Thom, look at me,” Roger asked. Thom shyly looked up at Roger surprised to not see disgust but love.
“I am starting to fall in love with you. I can and will wait for you to be ready to do anything.” Roger whispered and sealed his promise with a kiss to Thom very pink lips.
Thom moaned and wrapped his arms awkwardly around Roger’s head to deepen the kiss. Roger pulled back and panted for air looking down at the fallen angel splayed between his legs with hair mused and lips swollen.
“Thom, my love, if you do not want this to go further, we need to stop.” Roger whispered pleading with any gods who would listen to keep Thom where he was.
“Roger, shut up,” Thom said and pulled Roger down to kiss the duke’s sinful lips. Thom clawed at the back of Roger’s neck trying to grip anything as Roger showed all of the skill he had gained over the years. Roger jerked his head up breaking Thom’s hold over his head and slid out from under Thom. Before Thom could protest Roger was pinning Thom’s arms above his head as he lay down on top of Thom.
“Is this ok,” Roger whispered. Thom nodded and lifted his head trying to get at Roger’s lips.
“In time, little one,” Roger said and kissed Thom’s neck trailing up to tug his ear lobe.
Thom moaned and wrapped his legs around Roger’s waist gasping with surprise when their cloth covered hard-on rubbed together for the first time. Thom dug the heels of boots into Roger’s lower back as if he were a horse to be spurred on faster. Thom clenched and unclenched his hands wanting to feel Roger’s skin.
“ROGER!” Thom moaned loudly.
“Yes,” Roger said smirking down at the red head who looked feral, eyes wild, hair beyond fixing, and a deep purple mark on the left side of his neck starting to show.
“I want to touch you,” Thom said his words hitching as he bucked as one of Roger’s hands caressed his thigh through the fabric of his wool tights.
“What was that, love?” Roger asked.
“NAKED NOW!” Thom yelled bucking so hard it threw the soon-to-be lovers to the stone floor in a jumble of limbs and laughter.
“I think we need a softer venue for this to continue,” Roger said untangling himself from Thom and held his hand out to Thom who took it with a sigh. Their lips meet sweetly as Roger backed Thom into his bedroom kicking the door shut with a loud bang.
Hands clawed to gain purchases to remove clothing as quickly as possible. A moan of wood as Thom was pushed onto the bed wearing nothing but his tights. Thom pushed himself to the pillows to watch as Roger stripped his clothes leaving himself naked to Thom’s wide eyes.
“Enjoying the view?” Roger asked crawling up the bed to lie on top of Thom. Thom shuddered with the feel of Roger’s skin on his and nodded.
Roger rolled off of Thom but propped his head on his hand with his free hand he traced Thom’s chest and stomach memorizing all the little noises Thom would make. Roger brought his lips to trace where his fingers were moments before.
“We are going to take this slow, Lord Trebon, very slow,” Roger said murmuring against Thom’s skin making Thom shudder and clutch Roger’s hair. Thom’s fingers would dig a little deeper the closer Roger came to the edge of his leggings.
“Roger!” Thom moaned bucking.
“What do want sweets?” Roger asked placing his chin on Thom’s stomach looking up at Thom with dancing eyes.
“More, please!” Thom moaned tugging at Roger’s hair.
“As you wish,” Roger said quickly stripping Thom of his last bit of clothing. Roger looked down in wonderment at the sight of who he hoped would be last virgin to grace his bed.
“You are beautiful,” Roger whispered gliding his hands up the inner side of Thom’s thigh making him writhe and moan.
“Now my apprentice, I will teach you everything I know,” Roger whispered into Thom’s ear.
Thom bit his arm to keep his needy moans from echoing off the stone walls as Roger placed feather light kisses on his inner thighs.
“Thom, first lesson, I want to hear every gasp, moan and pant,” Roger said gently slapping loudly rather than hard Thom’s thigh.
Thom just moaned and nodded.
“I knew you would learn fast,” Roger said and went to work teaching Thom the finer points of making love to another which left Thom passed out mess in the middle of his newest lover (and only lover if Roger had his way) bed with a satisfied smile on his lips.
Message: Happy Holidays! Hope you like it!
From: Slone of Snow Mt.
Title: Crush Fulfilled
Rating: R
Wishlist Item: Thom/Roger (AU good relationship)
Summary: It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone and a day to love someone…
~*~
Lords Alan and Roger of Trebon
Lord Thom and Duke Roger of Trebon
‘What am I doing? I am acting like a girl with a crush.’
//Well don’t you have a crush on him brother dear//
‘Oh dear Gods there is that little voice sounds like Alanna. Shut up!’
//Make me brother dear, you know you are in love with him//
‘I am not!’
//Are too//
“NO!” Thom yelled.
“Shall I come again?” Roger asked standing in the doorway to
Thom’s rooms.
“You have not come yet,” Thom said under his breath.
“Pardon Lord Thom did you say something?” Roger asked coming further into the room.
//Nice going idiot//
‘Shut up…’
“My Lord, are you well?”
“I am fine, Duke Roger, I thank you for your concern.” Thom said closing his eyes.
“You are looking unwell, Lord Trebon, allow me fetch you a healer.”
“No, thank you, I am fine.”
“If you insist,”
“I do please leave me,”
“As you wish,” Roger said and left.
“I’m so f***ed.” Thom said.
//Not yet//
‘Shut up!’
//Can’t sorry//
‘Do you have a plan?’
//Now that you ask…//
‘Oh no,’
//Oh Yes//
‘I am not going to write him poetry!’
//Wouldn’t think of it//
~*~
“I cannot believe I am doing this.” Thom hissed at himself as his
hand shook as he slipped the letter under Roger’s door.
//ME TOO//
‘Gah!’
//You need to get out of here//
‘Right,’ Thom thought as he walked down the hall quickly as mages don’t run without noticing blue eyes fallowing him.
~*~
Roger sat in front of his fire tapping a long finger on his desk trying to figure out what to do with the letter he got.
“Cousin!” Jon yelled as he threw open the doors to Roger’s rooms.
“What is it cousin?” Roger said lazily with a roll of his eyes and pushed the letter under a stack of scrolls.
“What is it with you since I’ve come home from the desert with Alanna as my bride to be you have been sulking about?” Jon asked
sitting across from Roger.
“Maybe, I think you could do better than a strumpet who lied to us all for eight years.” Roger said with a roll of his eyes.
“Like who that new Princess Thayet?”
“Well she is stunning cousin dear. I want to see you happy and our country to prosper after Delia’s manipulations.”
“You’re getting antsy, why don’t you and Lord Thom go study at the university in Carthak for a year or two. Alanna and I wouldn’t be getting married anytime soon.”
“Why such a long engagement, cousin?”
“Alanna isn’t ready to marry.”
“Why would any girl not be ready to marry a prince?” Roger asked with a mock gasp.
“What about you romantic endeavors? After Alex and Delia were killed in the attempted takeover at Midwinter your bed must be growing cold.” Jon said with a twisted smile.
“Have you told Lady Alanna how many people you have bedded since your fifteenth birthday? Let’s see there was that whore Raoul got you for your birthday, Delia, the Tusaine twin princesses, your maid, Raoul, Alex,” Roger said counting the names with his fingers.
“That is quiet enough,” Jon hissed making Roger smirk.
“Yes, your highness,” Roger said as Jon got up to leave.
~*~
Roger was browsing the Mages library in the very back when a disheveled Lord Trebon came into the library with his menace of a sister and future queen yelling at him.
“Alan Thomas Trebon what has gotten into you?” Alanna yelled.
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Thom said and looked over the scrolls kept there.
“Is this about Jon?”
“Oh yes self center sister of mine this is all about you and Jon.” Thom said with a roll of his eyes.
“Then what is it?”
“None of your bloody concern,”
“I’m your sister,”
“Not when you chose to marry that prat!”
“I love Jon, you stupid ass,”
“Really sister dear, what about George, I use to dream about the three children you two would have. Aly a spy just like her father, Alan her twin taking after you, and Thom the mage. Now nothing!”
“Thom, brother, he is a thief, The King of the Rouge, How could I marry someone like him?” Alanna asked with kind eyes.
“Easy you say I do.”
“Where were you in all of these fantasies?” Alanna asked with quirked eyebrow. Thom went red and turned away from his sister.
“Was it with Duke Roger?” Alanna called out having sat down at one of the table putting her feet up on the table, “It was wasn’t it. I can still tell when you are trying to hide something from me.”
“Why do you want to know so badly?” Thom asked head peeking out from around one of the stacks.
“I want you to be happy, that’s all I ever wanted for you. That’s why we switched places you would have been miserable here during knight training.”
Thom sighed and said, “Yes.”
“Really,” Alanna said eyes lit up.
“Yes,”
“Well what are you doing about it?”
“I wrote him a letter,” Thom admitted dejectedly.
“What did it say? Details, details, details,”
“I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination."
“That’s it?”
“Yes,”
“Did you sign it?”
“No,”
“You brother dear are an idiot. Why don’t you just knock on his door and say take me I’m yours.” Alanna said with a frustrated sigh. Roger grinned at Alanna with amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Oh yes that would go over so well,”
“You never know until you try. I have to go, we’ll talk more later,” Alanna said and left the library. Thom sighed taking his sisters vacated seat to drum his fingers on the table top.
Roger made his way around so he could sneak up on his target knowing with that short conversation between brother and sister he knew he would have Thom Trebon in his bed for a long time to come. Bowing to whisper in Thom’s ear, “Truth is beauty, beauty is truth. I have found my beauty in you so does that mean I have found my truth as well?”
Thom shivered at the words whisper in his ear and whispered back, “Truth is what you make of it.”
“Then the truth is I want you, Thom.” Roger whispered and placed a kiss on the back of Thom’s neck. Thom shivered again and gripped the edge of the table as Roger placed butterfly kisses along his neck and jaw.
“What do you want, Thom?” Roger whispered and tugged on Thom’s earlobe with his teeth.
“You,” Thom moaned and leaned back so he could stare into Roger’s blue eyes darken by lust.
Roger gasped at the look of love and trust that were in Thom’s eyes. He pulled Thom’s chair out to pull Thom to his feet. The mages stared at each other with fascination as their lips touched. Tunics were bunched under hand as they tried to feel skin. They sprang apart as someone came into the library.
“Lord Trebon lets take this academic argument back to my rooms,” Roger said loudly with a wave of his arm. Thom grinned up at Roger and with a nod of his head the two mages left.
‘Am I really going to do this?’
//Oh for all the love of the Gods you idiot! YES YOU ARE//
‘But I never…’
//Tell him idiot//
“Thom love,” Roger said caressing Thom’s cheek. Thom looked startled up into the kind blue eyes of Roger.
“Love we are here.” Thom nodded and bit his lip staring into the great black abysses that was the door way to Roger’s rooms.
“Thom, what’s the matter?” Roger asked looking down into Thom’s now scared eyes. Thom shook his head and tried to back away but Roger grasped his wrist firmly not enough to leave a mark but firm enough to show Thom he wasn’t getting away.
“Love, come have some wine,” Roger said gently pulling Thom into his rooms. Roger moved Thom to sit on a couch in front of the fire before going to close the door and fetching the wine.
Thom stood shaking and began to pace not realizing he was talking out loud to himself.
“This is madness he is my future cousin-in-law. We should not do this. I want to do whatever this is. Why am I so nervous?” Thom said rubbing his sweaty palms on his thighs. Roger stood in the shadows with the wine listening as Thom worried himself to death. Roger shook his head knowing this wouldn’t do sneaking up on Thom again.
“Thom come sit,” Roger said taking Thom’s hand and pulled him to sit on the couch so Thom was seated between his thighs.
“Wine,” Roger whispered into Thom’s ear like he had in the library. Roger grinned when Thom shivered. Roger handed Thom a goblet full with another kiss to the back of Thom’s neck.
The mages sat sipping the heady wine with nothing but the crack/pop of the fire and their breathing as noise.
Roger began to run his fingers through Thom’s hair and grinned at the sound of a low moan coming from Thom who let his head fall back to rest on Roger’s chest.
Roger ran a lone finger over Thom’s neck to his ear over to Thom’s prefect cheek bone down his nose to his lips where Thom placed a faint kiss to the finger.
“Tell me what you want,” Roger whispered with need.
“You but I need to tell you something first,” Thom said looking into Roger’s eyes with worry.
“Tell me your fears, your desires, tell me anything, I will listen.” Roger said and kissed Thom’s brow.
“This is…that is…I am…” Thom stuttered over his words before Roger placed his finger over Thom’s lips again.
“This is your first time,” Roger asked kindly. Thom nodded and looked away ashamed.
“Thom, look at me,” Roger asked. Thom shyly looked up at Roger surprised to not see disgust but love.
“I am starting to fall in love with you. I can and will wait for you to be ready to do anything.” Roger whispered and sealed his promise with a kiss to Thom very pink lips.
Thom moaned and wrapped his arms awkwardly around Roger’s head to deepen the kiss. Roger pulled back and panted for air looking down at the fallen angel splayed between his legs with hair mused and lips swollen.
“Thom, my love, if you do not want this to go further, we need to stop.” Roger whispered pleading with any gods who would listen to keep Thom where he was.
“Roger, shut up,” Thom said and pulled Roger down to kiss the duke’s sinful lips. Thom clawed at the back of Roger’s neck trying to grip anything as Roger showed all of the skill he had gained over the years. Roger jerked his head up breaking Thom’s hold over his head and slid out from under Thom. Before Thom could protest Roger was pinning Thom’s arms above his head as he lay down on top of Thom.
“Is this ok,” Roger whispered. Thom nodded and lifted his head trying to get at Roger’s lips.
“In time, little one,” Roger said and kissed Thom’s neck trailing up to tug his ear lobe.
Thom moaned and wrapped his legs around Roger’s waist gasping with surprise when their cloth covered hard-on rubbed together for the first time. Thom dug the heels of boots into Roger’s lower back as if he were a horse to be spurred on faster. Thom clenched and unclenched his hands wanting to feel Roger’s skin.
“ROGER!” Thom moaned loudly.
“Yes,” Roger said smirking down at the red head who looked feral, eyes wild, hair beyond fixing, and a deep purple mark on the left side of his neck starting to show.
“I want to touch you,” Thom said his words hitching as he bucked as one of Roger’s hands caressed his thigh through the fabric of his wool tights.
“What was that, love?” Roger asked.
“NAKED NOW!” Thom yelled bucking so hard it threw the soon-to-be lovers to the stone floor in a jumble of limbs and laughter.
“I think we need a softer venue for this to continue,” Roger said untangling himself from Thom and held his hand out to Thom who took it with a sigh. Their lips meet sweetly as Roger backed Thom into his bedroom kicking the door shut with a loud bang.
Hands clawed to gain purchases to remove clothing as quickly as possible. A moan of wood as Thom was pushed onto the bed wearing nothing but his tights. Thom pushed himself to the pillows to watch as Roger stripped his clothes leaving himself naked to Thom’s wide eyes.
“Enjoying the view?” Roger asked crawling up the bed to lie on top of Thom. Thom shuddered with the feel of Roger’s skin on his and nodded.
Roger rolled off of Thom but propped his head on his hand with his free hand he traced Thom’s chest and stomach memorizing all the little noises Thom would make. Roger brought his lips to trace where his fingers were moments before.
“We are going to take this slow, Lord Trebon, very slow,” Roger said murmuring against Thom’s skin making Thom shudder and clutch Roger’s hair. Thom’s fingers would dig a little deeper the closer Roger came to the edge of his leggings.
“Roger!” Thom moaned bucking.
“What do want sweets?” Roger asked placing his chin on Thom’s stomach looking up at Thom with dancing eyes.
“More, please!” Thom moaned tugging at Roger’s hair.
“As you wish,” Roger said quickly stripping Thom of his last bit of clothing. Roger looked down in wonderment at the sight of who he hoped would be last virgin to grace his bed.
“You are beautiful,” Roger whispered gliding his hands up the inner side of Thom’s thigh making him writhe and moan.
“Now my apprentice, I will teach you everything I know,” Roger whispered into Thom’s ear.
Thom bit his arm to keep his needy moans from echoing off the stone walls as Roger placed feather light kisses on his inner thighs.
“Thom, first lesson, I want to hear every gasp, moan and pant,” Roger said gently slapping loudly rather than hard Thom’s thigh.
Thom just moaned and nodded.
“I knew you would learn fast,” Roger said and went to work teaching Thom the finer points of making love to another which left Thom passed out mess in the middle of his newest lover (and only lover if Roger had his way) bed with a satisfied smile on his lips.