Page 55 of The Queer Principles of Kit Webb
“Sorry,” Percy said after a few moments, unsure what he was apologizing for but aware that he was taking up Kit’s time.
“Shut up,” Kit said, and kissed him.
Chapter38
“Stay,” Kit said, speaking the words against Percy’s mouth. He had spent weeks committing to memory every detail of Percy’s various appalling ensembles and now wanted to remove every stitch of this one. The gold braid alone could—and should—be snipped off and sold for enough to put bread in the mouths of all SaintGiles’s urchins for an entire week, and those buttons could pay the rent on a decent set of rooms for a year. But he also wanted to trace the line of that gold braid with his heated fingers, then undo each button with his teeth.
He decided not to inquire too closely into either of these urges.
“I only have an hour,” Percy said, pulling away but leaving his hands on Kit’s hips. “I need to accompany Marian on her visits.”
“She’s important to you,” Kit said looping his arms around Percy’s neck. “Did you hope to marry her?” It was probably a tactless question, considering who she was married to—or not married to—presently, but Kit wanted to know, for reasons he had firmly decided were not jealousy.
Percy furrowed his brow. “I thought it might come to that,although of course I always hoped Marian would make a match with someone who could be a proper husband for her.”
“Do you not ever fancy women?” Kit asked, weighing his words carefully.
“Oh, no. Never even bothered trying to fool myself on that score. I take it you’re, er, more broad-minded in your preferences.”
“Mmm.” Kit was momentarily distracted when Percy began kissing his neck. “But not broad-minded enough to let you leave that wig on while you’re kissing my neck that way.”
Percy complied without taking his lips from Kit’s neck, tossing the wig onto Kit’s desk. Kit undid Percy’s plait and then ran his fingers through the silky strands with something like relief.
“How much else do you want me to take off?” Percy asked.
“If we only have an hour, not much. It probably takes a full hour to button you into that getup.”
“You’re not wrong.” With that, Percy took a handkerchief from the recesses of his coat and spread it on the ground before dropping to his knees. Kit promptly decided he was very enthusiastic about Percy remaining dressed for this encounter, from the heart-shaped birthmark to the sword at his hip.
Kit reached behind him to slide the bolt shut on the door.
“I’ve been wanting to do this,” Percy said conversationally as he unlaced Kit’s buckskins.
“Ngh,” Kit said articulately, his palms flat against the door behind him. And then, recovering himself, “Be my guest.” He searched for something else to say, but then Percy’s hand was drawing Kit’s erection out and holding it lightly in a loose fist, and Kit’s thoughts deserted him again.
“I didn’t get a chance to get a good look at you the other night,”Percy said, moving his hand so slowly and languidly that Kit wanted to cry. “It was dark, we were rather hurried. But now,” he said, his voice trailing off as he swiped his tongue over the head of Kit’s cock.
Kit was fully hard now, hard and wet and wanting. “Next time we do this with our clothes off.” Surely it wasn’t presumptuous to talk about a next time; they both clearly enjoyed this. Maybe the problem was that Kit was thinking of a string of next times stretching out into the future.
Percy’s only answer was to suck lightly on the tip of Kit’s erection. Kit groaned and let his head fall back against the door. Percy was doing something with his tongue that made Kit want to cry out, want to thrust forward, but Percy’s hands were firm on his hips, keeping him in place.
“Next time,” Kit repeated, hoping Percy couldn’t hear the hopeful pleading in his voice.
Percy drew him deeper then, and Kit watched his length disappear into Percy’s mouth, lovely and obscene and fascinating. Something of that must have shown on his face because Percy gave him a look that somehow managed to be a smirk despite the fact that his mouth was full of Kit’s prick.
Kit didn’t even want to blink, lest he miss a second of this. He wanted to memorize the way Percy’s hair fell over his face, the way the silk thread in his coat caught the light, the way that absurd birthmark was now a mere inch from where his lips stretched around Kit’s erection. Somehow, he looked angelic, with his golden hair and the halo-like glow that came from his clothes, and the fact that he was currently sucking Kit’s cock did nothing to detract from that. Kit took one of his hands off the wall and gingerly brushed a few stands of hair off Percy’s face so as to get a better view.
“Whatever you’re doing,” Kit managed to rasp, and then stopped when he felt the head of his cock nudge the back of Percy’s throat. At that point, all he could do was swear. “Stop,” he finally said, pulling at Percy’s hair to signal his urgency, while gripping the base of his erection with the other hand.
Percy pulled off with an obscene noise and sent Kit a bewildered look. “Everything all right?” he asked, his voice sounding hoarse and wrecked in a way that made Kit shudder.
“Yes,” Kit said emphatically. “I just want it to last. You’re so good. I’ve never felt anything like your mouth. Never had it done like that.”
Percy narrowed his eyes. “How? Competently?”
Kit gave a desperate laugh and ran a thumb over Percy’s cheekbone.
“Will you permit me to resume?” Percy asked with an exaggerated air of forced patience.
