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  Alastair's gaze was heated. “I think I can forgive many things of you, Percival. As long as that mouth continues to be so talented."

  Percy smirked and strolled closer, swaying his hips. “Oh, I see. You've decided you have another way to shut me up, hm?” he asked, sliding lithely to his knees in front of Alastair. He ran his hands up the other man's thighs. “Did you want me to suck your cock into my talented mouth?” he asked.

  "That might be rather nice to begin with,” Alastair growled, looking down at the younger man. He grabbed a handful of Percy's long hair and tugged.

  Percy moaned and his nimble fingers started to tug open the buttons. He reached into Alastair's trousers and gently pulled out his hard cock. He looked up into his eyes as he lowered his head and guided him into his open mouth.

  Alastair moaned softly, watching Percy take him in. “Good boy,” he murmured, hand still in Percy's hair. Percy was growing used to minimal encouragement, and every word was magnified because of it. He started to suckle Alastair's cock with abandon, lavishing all his skill on the older man. He strove for the moment Alastair's iron control would buckle under the pressure.

  Something very like a whimper came from Alastair. He set his jaw and kept his eyes on Percy. He increased the pace at Alastair's whimper. It sent a shiver of lust through him and he redoubled his efforts, drawing more suction, lapping at him wetly.

  Perhaps it was the different setting, but Alastair was clearly more affected than usual. “Oh, Percy,” he moaned, head falling back. “Yesss..."

  Percy could feel the difference, too. Alastair had never been so vocal before and it spurred him on. It felt so much more intense and he worshipped the other man's cock with his mouth gratefully.

  "Stop,” Alastair finally ground out. He was breathing hard, his cock leaking with his need.

  Percy stopped and raised his head, looking up at Alastair questioningly. He still remembered the very first time, and he hesitated to see what Alastair wanted next. He licked his lips that were still tingling from being stretched around the hot, hard flesh.

  Alastair appeared to be getting control of himself again, and after a moment he said softly, “You were doing too well. I want to be inside you when I...” He shook his head, uncharacteristically flustered. “Help me get these clothes off."

  Percy climbed easily to his feet and sat beside Alastair on the bed, fingers working at his neck cloth and buttons. He couldn't suppress a little smile at Alastair's words. He didn't want to speak and risk breaking the spell. He was enjoying it far too much. Alastair let Percy undress him, still breathing fast. When they were both naked he pulled the younger man into his arms, their naked flesh pressed together as much as possible. He kissed Percy like he would die without it.

  Percy moaned into Alastair's mouth. The passion between them was always incendiary, but this was downright explosive. He raked his fingers through Alastair's hair as the fire of the kiss melted completely against his lover. He wasn't sure if he'd ever actually seen Alastair completely naked, either, but tonight he would feel every inch of his skin.

  Alastair pushed Percy back onto the bed, pushing him down with his larger body. He slid one thigh between Percy's, and pressed against his stiff length. Percy gasped, spreading his legs apart. He'd never actually had sex in a proper bed. It felt lovely and his body ached with desire. He wriggled beneath Alastair, spreading his knees far apart, cock throbbing.

  Alastair smiled against Percy's lips and breathed, “You want something, my pretty lord?” His fingers traced patterns over Percy's bared skin.

  Percy had no trouble begging Alastair. He quite enjoyed it now, because he knew he would get what he asked for. “Please, Alastair. Please fuck me. Need your cock,” he rasped.

  Slowly, Alastair reached down to take Percy's hands in his, stretching them up over the younger man's head. He pinned them there easily, and continued to press his thigh against Percy's arousal. “You want my cock? Deep inside you, possessing you?” he purred.

  Percy panted hard now. “Yess,” he breathed. “Please. I want you so much, Alastair. Want you to fuck me. Take me. Use me.” It was like he was under some sort of spell.

  Alastair used one hand to hold Percy's wrists, and with the other hand he touched him everywhere he could reach. “So desperate, like a common whore. Begging for it..."

  Alastair's words sent a physical shiver through Percy's body. He'd never been spoken to like that, and it affected him on some visceral level. A strangled moan came from his throat. “Your whore,” he choked out. “Please, I need you."

  "My whore,” repeated Alastair, his voice a low growl. “Mine.” He released Percy's hand and reached for a bottle of oil that waited on the bedside table, and he shifted so he was between Percy's spread legs. “I'm going to take what's mine.” He opened the bottle and handed it to Percy. “Do it."

  Percy took the bottle in trembling fingers and poured some into his palm. He leaned up and reached between them, smoothing it liberally over Alastair's cock. He gazed into the other man's eyes as he touched him. Everything Alastair would let him see, he wanted to soak in.

  "That's right, worship it, it's going to split you open in a moment,” Alastair snarled, watching Percy intently.

  Percy moaned. Alastair seemed almost frightening like this, except that he looked so erotic it could almost bring Percy to tears. His stroked Alastair's cock evenly, rubbing his thumb back and forth across the head.

  Alastair pushed Percy's hand away, then leaned down into position. “Get ready,” he warned, then he plunged into the younger man's body savagely.

  Percy had only a split second to remind himself not to tense up. He groaned and his legs came up to wrap around Alastair's body. “Oh God, yess, Alastair."

  Alastair didn't hesitate. He pounded into Percy without mercy, unerringly hitting his prostate. He braced himself on his arms and stared into Percy's eyes.

  Percy thought he might pass out from the pleasure cascading through him. When he could manage it, he clamped down around Alastair's cock with a sharp intake of breath. He stared into Alastair's eyes, shaking and whimpering uncontrollably. “I, dear God, T-Alastair,” he hissed. “Nneeed to c-come..."

  The older man continued to pound into Percy relentlessly. “Say please,” he hissed, reaching down between them to grasp his cock.

  Percy's body jerked when Alastair gripped his cock. “Please, Alastair,” he said, trying not to sob. “Pleeaase..."

  Alastair smiled and stroked, and said at the same time, “Come, boy. I want to hear you.” He thrust into him deep and hard.

  Percy tensed and cried out lustily. He spilled over Alastair's fist, his long, slim body shaking as he nearly screamed his lover's name. Alastair groaned, gritting his teeth as he thrust all the faster, staring into Percy's eyes as he too surrendered to climax, crying out for the very first time.

  Percy's eyes widened as he watched Alastair in the throes. He was still gasping for breath but he was coming down slowly. For all the times they'd had sex during the semester, he'd never heard such a reaction from him. “Are you all right?” he asked.

  Sweat dripped off of Alastair's brow as he rolled off Percy. “Yes,” he said hoarsely, then turned back to Percy. “Did I hurt you?"

  Percy shook his head, biting his lip. “No. You didn't hurt me. It was delicious,” he said softly. He continued to stare at him, wondering what was going through his thoughts.

  Alastair smiled then, and pulled Percy as close as possible. “And what was it like? To be taken in a real bed? Was it what you expected?"

  Percy smiled back at him. “Mmm, oh, it was much lovelier than I had imagined. No splinters. No bruises.” He nuzzled against Alastair's cheek. “Thank you,” he whispered.

  "Well, I don't know about bruises, but you're welcome,” Alastair sighed, pulling the covers over them. “Perhaps a bit of a rest? Then...” His look promised that they wouldn't be sleeping much.

  Percy sighed contentedly. He cuddled nearer, indulging the urge to
be close to him, to embrace him. He half-expected Alastair to push him away. He'd never shown any particular tendency to affection. Of course, there'd never been a good opportunity to show it. “Rest would be nice".

  "Mmm,” Alastair murmured. “Rest then. I shall wake you when I need you.” He fitted Percy more closely to his body.

  Percy smiled and his eyes drifted closed. “Mmmhm,” he purred. He liked being needed, even if it was only sexually. He entrusted himself wholly into Alastair's keeping and drifted into a dreamless sleep almost instantly.

  Sometime later, he didn't know how long, Percy stirred to the feeling of warm, firm, slick fingers stroking his already half-hard cock. He let out a quiet moan as his eyes fluttered open. He looked over at Alastair and the look in his eyes made Percy stiffen further.

  Alastair was watching him, stroking him lazily. His head was propped on his free hand, and his dark eyes glittered in the candlelight. “Thought you'd never wake,” he whispered.

  Percy's lips curved up into a lazy smile. “I sleep the sleep of the innocent, of course,” he said, his voice low and hoarse. “It's up to you to debauch me.” He reached over and trailed his fingertips down Alastair's chest.

  "There's nothing innocent about you,” Alastair said. “Your face may look innocent, but I know what it looks like with my seed dripping off it. I think about that sometimes in class, when I look at you.” He stroked more firmly now.

  Percy whimpered at Alastair's words, gazing steadily into his eyes in the low light. “You think about that in class? You hide it well,” he whispered. It was getting more difficult to breathe and he licked his lips. “Sometimes I have this very naughty fantasy about being called to the front of the room and being fucked in front of the entire class."

  Alastair's eyes closed for a moment. “I would love to do that to you. Make you drop your trousers and show that beautiful arse to the class, then fuck you. Show them you'd do anything for me.” He opened his eyes and looked at Percy. “I wanted you the first time I saw you."

  Percy thought he felt his heart skip a beat. “I didn't think, I ever imagined that I would find someone else who would enjoy such things, especially on my very first day.” He had not precisely mentioned William to Alastair, but then Alastair had never asked. He supposed it was obvious that he had not been wide-eyed and virginal. “But, of course, I was attracted to you. How could I not be?"

  Alastair smirked. “I had a feeling you might be amenable. But I had no idea you were such a bad, bad boy.” He leaned closer and kissed Percy hard.

  Percy chuckled against Alastair's mouth, relaxing back into the mattress. His hand wandered further down the other man's body, fingers curling around his cock. He moaned at the feeling of it, hot and hard against his palm.

  Alastair groaned into the kiss, and pulled back. “You want something?” he asked breathlessly.

  Percy nodded slowly, his gaze intense. “Yes. I think you know what I want. What I need,” he whispered. “Your big hard cock impaling me.” He was nearly trembling already, but he loved talking like this. Words made it more illicit to him, spelling out his intent, his desires.

  "You need it,” Alastair agreed. “And I need to take you, to be inside you, to possess you.” He reached for the oil. “Tell me how you want it."

  Percy wriggled back away from Alastair and turned on his side. He moved back against him, back to Alastair's chest. “I think lazy and slow and deep would be lovely,” he purred. He pressed his ass back against Alastair's cock with a low hum.

  "I like the sound of that,” Alastair said, and arranged Percy's leg over his. Now his cock was perfectly lined up, and he began to slide inside. His breathing sped up as he entered Percy.

  Percy slid forward, pressing his hips back for a better angle. He pushed his leg back farther, up over Alastair's hip. He hugged the pillow beneath his head and moaned quietly. “Mmm,” he hummed. “You fill me so perfectly.” He had no notion of time, and the entire world seemed to end at the edges of the bed they shared. All he knew was that Alastair was inside him, and that was all he wanted. Alastair moved slowly at first, each slide taking him deeper inside Percy. They were not so desperate now, but with every stroke the pleasure increased.

  With each thrust, Percy shivered and gasped as his body was stimulated to greater heights. It started as a slow burn that built in intensity until he was rocking back needily against the other man. “T-touch me?"

  Alastair thrust harder, pulling out slowly, then ran his hand down Percy's chest. “You like it this way? Or do you just want a cock up your pretty arse any way you can get it?” Finally his hand reached Percy's cock, and he stroked it roughly.

  "I ... I like it this way, and the other ways,” he ground out, moving forward and back, barely able to control his own body's response. He was so close now it almost hurt. “Please, can I come, Alastair, please...?"

  "What if I say no? Would you hold back while I took my own pleasure from you?” Alastair purred, stroking faster.

  Percy choked back a sob. “I would try.” He didn't have much hope of success, because he could barely hang on as it was. Another moment and his last shred of control would snap.

  Alastair leaned forward and bit at Percy's shoulder as he stroked him. Then, against damp soft skin, he murmured, “Come then, my beauty..."

  Percy cried out Alastair's name as the climax rumbled through him like a thunderclap. His back arched and he gripped the sheets so tightly his knuckles whitened.

  Alastair eased him through it before removing his hand from Percy's cock. He then used it to grip the younger man's hip once again, driving inside him only a few more times before he gasped as well, spilling inside Percy with a strangled moan.

  Percy took in deep lungfuls of air as he slowly straightened his leg. He stretched his back, pressing back against Alastair, humming softly. “That was lovely,” he whispered. The endearment Alastair had used as he told Percy to come had filled him with warmth and happiness as his mind replayed it in the golden afterglow.

  Alastair ran his hands over Percy's slender body, languidly. “Yes, it rather was,” he agreed. “And we don't have to move ‘til morning."

  Percy wriggled around carefully and turned to face Alastair again. He slid his arms around him and hid his face in the crook of the older man's neck. “Mmhm, please feel free to wake me again if you need anything,” he purred. He just wanted to feel the warm solid form of the other man against him.

  "That I will do,” Alastair breathed, holding Percy close. “Though I am not as young as you and may require just a bit of recovery time.” He smiled at the younger man.

  Percy gazed into Alastair's eyes and smiled. “Well, I'll be having a wee kip while you see about that,” he said, pressing a kiss to his jaw line. He settled his head on the pillow and closed his eyes. A few moments later, he was asleep.

  * * * *

  As the faint light of dawn penetrated the room, Percy stirred. He gazed at Alastair, who was already awake. He felt such overwhelming affection for him in his drowsy, naked state. He kissed him sweetly and pressed against him, and moments later Alastair was on top of him again. They made love a final time before full sunrise told them it was time to go before they were discovered.

  Percy dressed regretfully and returned to the dormitories. As if by mutual consent, they said little as they parted, speaking as acquaintances, rather than lovers.

  "Happy Christmas."

  "Travel safely."

  "See you in the new year."

  After packing, Percy made his way to where his father's carriage was waiting to return him home. They stopped one night at an inn along the road and he had a long, hot bath before the fire in their finest room. By the following evening he was back in the oppressive atmosphere of Elgin Castle. His father was out. His grandmother kept to her rooms. The drawing room was cheerfully decked in pine garlands and ribbons.

  He sighed and sat down, helping himself to a glass of brandy. He wondered where William was for the holidays. He wonde
red what Alastair was doing, if he had family. He wondered about John, and recalled that he'd promised to write to his sweet friend. He stared into the fire and sipped his drink morosely.

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  Chapter Ten

  The holidays couldn't go quickly enough for his liking. After what seemed like forever, he was, at long last, on the carriage back to London. When he was finally deposited back in the dormitory, he thought to visit Alastair, but then decided to see John first. If Alastair craved him all the more, that could only be lovelier.

  John opened his door to Percy's knock, and smiled brilliantly. “Perce! You're a sight for sore eyes, man! Come in! How were the hols? Dreadful?"

  Percy slipped into John's room, relieved to see a friendly face again at last. He flopped into the lone chair in the room. “What a dead bore. I am so pleased to be back. Did you get my letter all right, then?” he asked.

  John smiled shyly. “I did. It was the highlight of my holiday, sad to say.” He stepped closer, blushing as a preface. “Perce, I thought about you a lot."

  Percy smiled at John. “I thought about you as well.” He was certain John was thinking about that night. He could well understand. It wasn't long before that he'd had his first kiss, either. He stood slowly. “And what were you thinking?” he asked quietly.

  John licked his lips, looking Percy in the eyes though he was bright red. “About how I liked what we did. And how I want to do it again. More."

  Percy hadn't expected him to say it quite so boldly. He was torn between wanting to show his sweet friend the ways of the world, and feeling like he was cheating on Alastair, though that was probably foolish. Alastair only wanted sex. Other than that, the only subjects they'd ever discussed were mathematical in nature.

  He took another step closer. “You know, you really ought to expand your horizons, John. I'm not the only person you can kiss,” he said quietly, reaching out to touch his cheek.

  John gasped softly and looked down. “Oh. I thought you might want to, but I guess not...” He turned away, looking devastated.