[ nikolaj/grant/naoioan ] - Saturday morning
[players only. After going to the club on Friday night, Hugh and Ioan take Nikolaj home.]
It's late when Hugh finally opens his eyes. He's curled up against someone who doesn't feel like Ioan, and it takes a minute for him to remember. Yes. They'd brought Nikolaj home last night. Hugh stretches out in bed, then wraps his arms around Nikolaj's back, kissing his neck.
"Mmm." Nikolaj stretches out, frowning as he realises he's not alone, and that this certainly isn't his Lord next to him, holding him so nicely. He cracks open an eye, then smiles. "Morning, sir," he murmurs, voice rough as he recognises Mr Grant.
"Good morning, Nikolaj," Hugh says softly. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, thank you, sir." Nikolaj's smile is sleepy morning sweet, and he allows his eyes to close again, savouring the warmth of the body that's pressed up against his own.
Nikolaj feels wonderful in his arms and Hugh nuzzles Nikolaj's cheek. It's easy to understand why Paul keeps this one around. Hugh's getting hard just holding him.
Nikolaj's eyes gleam as they look up at Mr Grant. "Is there something I can help you with, sir?" he murmurs, one hand brushing over sir's cock beneath the covers.
Hugh smiles. "Yes, I think there is." He shifts his hips, rubbing his cock against Nikolaj's hand.
"Would sir like my hand?" Nikolaj closes his palm around Mr Grant's cock, to show him. "Or would he prefer my mouth?" He kisses - a wet, sloppy kiss - along Mr Grant's shoulder, again showing him what is on offer. "Or would he prefer my arse, like he did last night?"
Hugh pretends to think of a moment. "Your mouth," he says after a long pause, then tilts Nikolaj's head back and kisses him roughly.
Mmm. My best asset, Nikolaj thinks as he submits utterly to the kiss, absolutely pliant in sir's arms. Sucking cock is what he likes best of all, and if his Lord were to order him to kneel and service a whole line of men, he would do it, thank his Lord, and beg for more.
And Hugh would love to be in that line. He rolls Nikolaj over, not breaking the kiss, and presses down against him.
Nikolaj moans into the kiss. Is sir going to straddle him and fuck his mouth like this? His Lord does that sometimes, and it's one of Nikolaj's favourite ways of serving him.
Hugh breaks the kiss slowly, savoring the end of it. "How do you want it?" he murmurs. "It's up to you."
Surprised, and not a little touched that he's been asked, Nikolaj smiles up at Mr Grant. "Like this, please, sir? I like having my mouth fucked. It's one of my Lord's favourite ways to do it, and I love it, too."
Really? Paul likes it this way? Hugh grins, filing that bit of information away. "Then that's how you'll have it." Hugh gives Nikolaj's lips a brief kiss, then moves up to straddle him.
With a blissful little moan, Nikolaj raises himself up on his elbows, to give sir better access to his mouth, then raises his face, lips parted, eyes fixed on sir's prick.
Hugh gives his cock a couple of strokes, then presses forward, pushing the head of his cock into Nikolaj's mouth.
Nikolaj moans again, knowing the sound will vibrate through sir's cock as he sucks on the head, flickering the tip of his tongue over and into the slit, his gaze moving up to sir's face, wanting to see his reactions.
Hugh groans. He pushes forward, forcing himself to do it slowly so he doesn't choke Nikolaj too fast. Feels so good, so fucking good. He groans again, louder this time, not caring if it wakes Ioan up. He's never felt more jealous of Paul in his life.
Sir has such a nice prick, Nikolaj thinks. Heavy and thick on his tongue, and he sucks on it as it fills his mouth. Not as perfect as his Lord's prick is (but then nobody can match up to his Lord) but this is very very nice. Very nice. He moans again, allowing his eyes to close at last as he tilts his head, concentrating on his task.
Ioan stretches as he wakes up, then freezes, hearing the moaning coming from above him. He tugs the covers down, then looks up the bed. He grins. Master doesn't waste any time. He crawls up the bed and kisses Hugh's thigh. "Morning, master."
Hugh pauses in fucking Nikolaj's mouth to pay attention to his boy. Good, he's awake. That means he can help. "I want your mouth on Nikolaj's cock," he orders. "Nikolaj doesn't have any problem with that," he pulls out of Nikolaj's mouth completely. "Do you, boy?"
For a moment, Nikolaj doesn't even realise there's someone else in the bed with them. That cock has pulled out of his mouth and he whines, wanting it back. But - he's being spoken to? - and he looks up, then down at Ioan, then realises what's been asked of him. "No, sir. No problem," he murmurs, parting his lips again and trying to get that cock back in his mouth.
"Good boy," Hugh says, and gives Nicolaj no warning before slamming back into his mouth. Fuck yes, that's much better.
Ioan rolls his eyes at master's eagerness, then crawls back down the bed. He kisses Nicolaj's cock and then starts sucking gently. Don't want to ruin master's blowjob, after all.
Nikolaj just manages to hitch in a breath as sir thrusts into his mouth. Oh, it's perfect. He loves it like this. Hard prick shoving into his mouth, over and over, and... oh... ohhhh, another mouth servicing him. So gently, teasing arousal into a tiny little knot of pleasure inside him.
It takes a few minutes of observation, but Ioan picks up on Hugh's rhythm and matches it. Whenever Hugh thrusts forward, Ioan pulls back. And whenever Hugh pulls back, Ioan sucks.
Nikolaj is almost going crosseyed with pleasure. Between them, sir and his boy are going to kill him, he's sure!
Hugh thrusts one last time into Nikolaj's mouth before coming hard, his toes curling in from the pleasure. Fucking hell. Not as good as Ioan, can't be, but still fucking excellent.
This is the best thing, Nikolaj thinks. The thing he loves most. Well, after cleaning his Lord's boots, anyway. Guys coming in his mouth. Can't get enough of it, and he swallows, his head tilting back as he scours his tongue around his mouth, over his teeth, catching up every drop.
"Nng." Hugh brushes a lock of hair off of Nikolaj's face. "Gorgeous."
After he's cleaned his mouth, Nikolaj makes sure that every last drop is gone from sir's cock, because after all, he'd hate to waste any.
Hugh whimpers at the extra care, then slowly pulls back to let Nikolaj breathe easier. He strokes his fingers through Nikolaj's hair. "Do you want to come, boy?"
Not trusting his voice just yet, Nikolaj gives a little nod, accompanied by a hopeful smile that at least usually works on his Lord.
Hugh licks his lips. Beautiful when he smiles. "You have to say it," he whispers. "Can't get it until you say it."
"Please, sir." Nikolaj swallows. Can still taste him. So good. "Please, I want to come."
"Then you may." Hugh smiles. "All you had to do was ask."
Nikolaj's smile is wide and happy." Thank you, sir," he whispers as his eyes slide shut and he concentrates on Ioan's lovely mouth. He wonders whether sir ever lets his boy get sucked off, ponders asking for all of a few seconds, then shudders, coming hard with a soft cry.
Occasionally, Ioan wishes he could get permission as easily as Hugh's casual boys do. But if he could, then he wouldn't be Hugh's boy, and he loves being Hugh's boy. And then Nikolaj is coming in his mouth and Ioan swallows.
"Christ," Nikolaj groans, covering his face with his hand before he slides his palm up and ruffles his hair. He directs a disarming grin at Mr Grant, then arches up to kiss him. "Thank you, sir."
"Mm. You're welcome, boy." Hugh returns the kiss, savoring the taste of Nikolaj's mouth.
Closing his eyes, Nikolaj lets himself fall into that kiss. He likes kissing, almost as much as he likes cleaning boots and sucking cock, really. His Lord loves kissing, too. Sometimes he sits on his Lord's lap and they kiss over and over, for ages and ages, and he loves that.
He's a very good kisser and it's with regret that Hugh breaks the kiss. He strokes Nikolaj's cheek and whispers in his ear. "Would you like to help my slave out?"
Nikolaj's eyes light up. "I would love to, sir. Thank you."
Hugh strokes Nikolaj's chest and tweaks his nipples. "That's a good boy. Up on your hands and knees. You're to be above him for this."
Nikolaj stretches out, wincing as he feels a joint pop somewhere, then he relaxes for a moment before he crawls lazily around onto his hands and knees, body loose and easy. "Like this, sir?"
"Exactly like that, boy." Hugh slides his hands along Nikolaj's body, dipping his fingers into the muscles and smoothing over the hair. "Excellent form. Ioan, hands above your head."
"Yes, master." Ioan crosses his wrists above his head.
Sir's boy is beautiful, with those dark curls and that pale skin, and Nikolaj wants very badly to kiss him. He hasn't been given permission, though, so he waits, savouring the feel of sir's hands on him, until he's told that he can start.
Hugh gives Nikolaj's back one last stroke before patting him on the arse. "Go ahead, boy." He leans back against the pillows to watch.
Nikolaj isn't sure whether he can touch sir's boy, so he doesn't. Always best to err on the side of caution. His lips gently encircle the tip of Ioan's cock, tonguetip flickering into the slit as he moans. Two in one morning. This is a real treat.
Ioan whimpers at the first tentative touch and bites his bottom lip. He immediately lets it go. This is a show for master, and master deserves a good show. Ioan jerks into Nikolaj's mouth, and swears softly under his breath. Master wasn't kidding.
Mmm. That little jerk was nice, and Nikolaj decides he wants more of that prick in his mouth. It's a lovely prick, fits nicely into his mouth, heavy on his tongue as he slides down, sucking sloppily. Unsure what to do with his hands, he just tucks them behind his back, clasping them at the wrist.
Hugh notices the movement, but doesn't remark on it. He wants to see how well Paul's trained this boy, and what he's trained him to do. If Nikolaj doesn't want to use his hands, then Hugh's not going to order him to. Besides, this is a much better view. From this angle, he can see just how nice Nikolaj's lips look wrapped around a cock, and it's always revealing to watch his boy getting a blowjob.
Nikolaj picks up roughly the same rhythm that sir used to fuck his mouth, sinking low and taking Ioan deep, then sucking hard as he comes back up. He actually pulls right off several times, nuzzling the tip of Ioan's cock briefly before he sinks back down again. God, this is perfect. Just perfect.
Ioan's fists tighten as he tries to maintain control. Master hasn't let him come since his birthday and it's getting too easy, too tempting, to come in Nikolaj's mouth without permission. His eyes seek out Hugh's, trying to beg without having been given permission to.
Hugh watches Ioan get more and more desperate from his place on the pillows, then smirks and crawls down the bed. He strokes Nikolaj's cheek, enjoying the feeling of Ioan's cock through it. "Do you you want him to come in your mouth?" he whispers. "Is that what you want?"
Nikolaj can only moan, a fervent 'yes please, sir' a long way from his lips, but at the forefront of his mind. He nods, too, just a bit, to make sure the message got across.
The message gets across and Hugh slides his hand back. He wraps his fingers loosely around Nikolaj's neck. "And you, boy?"
Please. Ioan thinks he could cry. "Please, master! Please!"
Hugh grins and nods. "Go right ahead, boy."
"Thank you, master," Ioan gets out before coming hard in Nikolaj's mouth. "Thank you, master, thank you, master, thank you!"
Nikolaj has to swallow and swallow, and he's wondering just how long sir's boy has had to hold this back. It's wonderful. Fucking wonderful, and he tilts his head, tongue lapping up what's spilling down his chin, from where sir's boy is coming so hard.
Hugh pats Ioan's thigh before leaning in and licking up some of Ioan's come from Nikolaj's face. Then he gently pulls Nikolaj back, off of Ioan's cock, and kisses him roughly, loving the taste of his boy in somebody else's mouth.
The kiss makes Nikolaj squirm, one hand sliding into sir's hair as he submits with a small, blissful whine. He wonders vaguely whether his Lord and sir have ever done anything like this together, but that thought only serves to make him whine all the more.
The whines make Hugh grin, and he wraps his legs around Nikolaj to hold him in place. He isn't sure what more Nikolaj could want right now. This in and of itself is sheer bliss. I wonder how often he does this for Paul.
Oh god. Nikolaj tries to squirm, but he's held down now, and can't move. And oh dear god, it feels so good!
The squirming only makes Hugh hold him tighter. He deepens the kiss, making it as claiming as he can. Nikolaj isn't his, but Hugh's the one wrapped around him now. He's the one giving him pleasure. That's the only thing that matters. Nikolaj is a guest in his house, after all. He deserves the best.
Pressed down now, and utterly trapped, Nikolaj goes still. Restraint is something else he likes, and he's always thought it such a shame that he isn't bound more when he's working, really. Still, it's not as though he can wander around Arundell Hall in cuffs, now is it?
As much as he'd like this kiss to go on forever, it's getting late in the morning and Hugh's stomach is grumbling. He pulls back and smiles down at Nikolaj. "Hungry?"
"Starving." Nikolaj grins, huge, genuine, cheeky and wide. "Thought you'd never ask, actually, sir."
Hugh swats Nikolaj playfully. "Impertinent boy. You should have said something." He reaches down and touches Ioan's shoulder. "If you can move, slave, it's time for breakfast. Nikolaj, what would you like?"
"Well, I was a bit busy, sir." Nikolaj laughs. "Um, bacon and eggs? I like a nice hearty breakfast. Uh, that is, if your boy doesn't mind. If he's vegetarian or anything, then toast and coffee would be great."
"I don't mind," Ioan says, lifting his head up. He yawns dramatically, stretching his arms above his head. "Breakfast coming right up."
"Thanks." Nikolaj stretches, too, sprawling on the bed in a blissful, catlike reach of arms and legs until he relaxes with a huge, contented sigh and a soft, "Mmm."
The display makes Hugh wonder if Paul's ever done animal play with his houseboy. He looks a natural. Hugh grins as he reaches over and teases Nikolaj's nipples. "It's going to take him a few minutes. Would you like to shower with me while we're waiting?"
With a lazy smile, Nikolaj blinks and nods. "Sounds good, sir. Would you like me to wash you?"
"Yes, I would." Hugh licks his lips. I should send Paul a thank-you note.
"My Lord insists that I wash him. Good hands, he says." Nikolaj lifts up his hands and examines them. "Just hands," he murmurs, "but my Lord likes them anyway. Um..." He looks up. "So where's...?"
Hugh laughs. He takes Nikolaj's hands in his and strokes his wrists. "I know exactly what Paul sees in them." He brings Nikolaj's right hand up and kisses his palm. "And I'd like to feel them, lathered up with soap, all over my body." He glances towards the adjacent bathroom. "Shall we?"
"Mmhm. Be happy to, sir." Nikolaj stirs himself, getting to his feet with a soft moan as his body protests. Sir worked him hard last night, and it feels wonderful.
"Good boy." Hugh gives Nikolaj a brief kiss before leading him into the shower. Today is a beautiful day.
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