Page 136 of His Grace, the Duke
“As for Tom, every time he gets leave from his ship, it is to your side he runs as fast as his legs can carry him. Without fail, he returns home toyou.” He raised a hand at the first sign of protest. “And don’t say he comes for me too, because four Christmases ago he had a choice between us, do you remember? You were in London, and I was in Devonshire with my brother. Whom did he run to then?”
“Me,” James muttered, crossing his arms.
Burke smirked. “And as for me... we’ve already established that you are my everything. We are yours, James. Claim us like we want to be claimed. Love us and let us love you.”
James raised his hand, letting his finger trace over Burke’s parted lips. “How is this possible? I am the most undeserving of men...”
Burke leaned into his touch. “You are the light in our darkness. You are the safe harbor in the storm-swept seas of our lives. Without you, we wilt and die. Without you... God, help me—” Unable to hold back another second, he cupped James’ face and kissed him. It started slow. A few soft pecks. A seeking press of the lips. An invitation as his mouth parted ever so slightly. A plea as he flicked James’ bottom lip with his tongue.
And then they caught fire.
The flickering flame of their hesitant kisses blazed like an inferno. Strong hands groped shoulders and rasped over rough jaws. Fingers curled into hair in a claiming hold. Burke slanted his mouth over James’, opening himself to him. They drank of each other like two men dying of thirst, moaning their shared need as their teeth clacked and their tongues danced. They broke apart, gasping for breath, chests heaving.
Burke smiled, biting his abused bottom lip, feeling thattender ache of being well-kissed. He ran both hands down James’ chest, smoothing over the fabric of his open shirt as he inched his fingers lower. James went utterly still.
“Let me show you how well I mean to love you.” He flipped his hand over, brushing his knuckles over James’ hard cock. He smirked when he felt it twitch against his hand. “I have never been on my knees for another man... do you understand what I mean?”
James licked his lips. “Not even with Renley?”
Burke shook his head. “Not even him.” He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of James’ ear as he whispered, “I would live on them for you.”
The sound in James’ throat was almost feral as Burke slid his hand inside the top of his breeches, seeking out his hard length. Burke wrapped his hand around James’ cock and both men cursed. “You didn’t get a release with Rosalie earlier... did you?”
James winced.
“You are aching,” he murmured in his ear. “Put me on my knees and take what you need.”
“Fucking hell,” James panted.
But he made no complaint as Burke slipped his hand out and started undoing his breeches. Burke fisted James’ hair with his free hand, giving it a tug. Their eyes met and Burke leaned in, stroking James from root to tip. “Tell me to get on my knees, and I will take your cock in my mouth. You will watch as I devour you.”
James snapped. One moment, he was standing at Burke’s mercy, his cock in Burke’s hand, groaning like he was in pain. The next he was stripping off his shirt, tossing it aside as he shoved his open breeches halfway down his thighs. His hard cock sprang out, the tip glistening with desire. He put bothhands on Burke’s shoulders and pushed him down. “Get on your fucking knees.”
A thrill rushed through Burke as he shrugged out of his evening coat and waistcoat. He couldn’t shed himself of his cravat fast enough. He was about to drop to his knees when James shot out a hand, cupping his chin and tipping it up.
“Before you get too carried away, know this: Mine will be the first andonlycock to touch these lips.” He brushed his fingers over Burke’s mouth. “Renley can have anything else he wants, anywhere he wants, but this mouth belongs tomycock.”
Burke sucked in a breath, his heart racing as he eagerly stripped off his own shirt. “Yes,” he groaned, crashing his lips against James, burrowing in with his tongue until James was open-mouthed, clinging to him. Burke broke the kiss, taking a panting breath. “But fair is fair,” he teased. “The only man who will ever put his mouth on you is me. This cock ismine.”
James grinned. “Then get on your knees and claim it.”
Burke dropped to his knees, gripping James roughly by the hips. He’d had his own cock sucked enough times to feel certain he could do an adequate job. He didn’t bother with a few teasing licks. He just opened his mouth and sank onto his best friend, moaning as the first taste of salty come coated his tongue.
“God help me,” James muttered, digging his fingers into Burke’s hair.
Burke quickly figured out a rhythm, sucking and teasing as he worked James’ hips. He took him as deep as he could, pressing him to the back of his throat.
“Don’t stop—”
His hands slid around James’ hips, cupping his arse as he pulled him closer. When James didn’t move on his own, Burke popped off him and glanced up. “James...”
Panting, cheeks flushed, James looked down.
Burke squeezed his arse cheeks. “I told you to keep your eyes on me. Now, fuck my mouth.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Burke grinned, tightening his hold on him. “Fuck my mouth like you own it, or I’ll fuck you in the arse.” He laughed as he felt James clench and pull away. Opening his mouth, he sank back down on him. He grunted his approval as James started to move, taking control. They found their rhythm together, Burke secretly thrilling as James pushed his limits, making him swallow until he gagged.
