William drew one of the thick pillows over his head and groaned. The night at the Rosenfelts’ ball had been absolutely horrendous and his only hope was that Robin had been as foxed as he had been and that his memories would be as unclear as William’s were.
However, as William drew the bedcover around him and shifted position, he felt someone else move in the large bed.
Someone else came home with me yesterday, William thought dimly, not entirely awake and still slightly under the influence of the previous night’s indulgence, as someone gently embraced him from behind.
He felt curious fingers glide along his collarbone and shoulders and spread out over his naked ribcage before they mischievously moved further down, which made William sigh softly. Since it was morning, he was already rather stiff and needed little encouragement to grow harder. His uneasiness and the confusing memories of the previous evening’s incidents left him as lazy fingers followed the contour of his hipbone before they slowly and tantalizingly reached down in between his legs and his awaiting hardness. A small groan of pleasure escaped William’s lips as one hand surrounded his full length and slowly began to move up and down.
Vaguely he tried to remember how the ambassador’s daughter, whom he had flirted with shamelessly yesterday, had come with him. She had certainly been willing and she must have abandoned all her morals and senses to follow him home, William concluded.
William had ruined his fair share of young ladies and he knew that he was considered something of a scoundrel by society, and the only reason that he was invited to fancy dinner parties and balls was because of his family’s status and his brother’s baronship. Most young women were warned to stay away from him; however there were always those that were tempted by his dangerous reputation and who were willing to chance and risk their name for a night in his company. However, most of them were wise enough to leave before dawn, kindly escorted by William’s valet, Mr Rendell, who never breathed a word about who came and went at the house on Brook Street in Mayfair. However, apparently this woman had decided to stay and forever sealed her destiny as a fallen woman.
Not that William complained, as the hands teased him and held him with a perfectly firm grip, which was neither too hard, nor too loose.
Whoever came with me yesterday, she certainly knows what she is doing, William thought approvingly as he for a second tried to remember if he had brought a paid lady of the evening home with him.
That would explain why she is still here, William concluded vaguely before he, without any sensation of guilt and with a lazy smile, gave himself over to his desire.
He felt the tip of his hardness getting moist, which only added to the tantalizing pleasure as the fingertips played teasingly along the ridge of his full erection and gently stroked his tight ballocks.
William turned around in the bed, seeking his lover’s soft lips for a kiss as he was beginning to crave more than just tempting touches, which were about to rapidly drive him delirious with burning desire.
“I think‒” he started to say.
Unable to utter another word, all the colour drained from William’s young face as his eyes met the mischievous and slightly guilty eyes of his best friend.
Shocked to the core, William wanted to protest wildly and withdraw, but Robin placed a finger to his lips.
“Hush,” he said softly. “Do not talk.”
“But‒” William said, torn between his feelings.
“Let it happen,” Robin whispered and let his lips brush against William’s. “Do not think, just let it happen.”
His comment together with the slow way his fingers continued to glide slowly up and down William’s erection and the way he moaned quietly as he moved closer made William’s mind go–once and for all!–blissfully blank and he let Robin kiss him.
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Robin had longed and yearned for this moment for years. And now, finally, he had managed to end up in the same bed as his best friend. He began by kissing him softly, but at the same time he pressed himself against William’s thigh, making his intentions known and to see how William would react.
Seducing inexperienced men was often a little bit complicated; however William seemed to reciprocate eagerly as he kissed Robin back and turned his body towards him, leaning in. Robin felt his own hardness glide along the other man’s inner thigh, leaving a slightly wet trail behind, and could not help moaning softly in response. He opened his mouth a little bit more, letting William explore him and kiss him deeper until their tongues met, while he pushed himself closer so that their erections rubbed against each other. His action had the most desirable effect and he felt William’s hands tremble slightly as he wrapped his arms around Robin’s narrow waist and deliberately moved his hips rhythmically against him so that the friction between them increased.
“Do you like it?” Robin mumbled teasingly in his ear, while he savoured every second and every moment of what they were doing.
“Yes!” William replied unsteadily as his kisses became more demanding and desperate.
Robin left his hungry lips and kissed the other man’s unshaved cheeks, ignoring the rough sensation against his own skin, and playfully licked the edge of William’s earlobe.
“I want to take you in my mouth and suck you,” he whispered breathlessly and moved closer. He could feel William grow harder against him in reply, but could not help but add a, “May I?”
Robin wanted his permission before he continued, not only because he wanted the other man to agree and consent, but also because since this was his first time with another man he did not know his own boundaries, and Robin did not want to scare him. However, deep down, Robin admitted to himself that he actually liked to beg for permission, because it was for some reason strangely exciting and deeply tempting to ask for his agreement and he wanted to hear William say it out loud.
“Yes,” William gasped, lost with desire. “Please do it,” he pleaded and leaned back against the sheets as Robin slyly ventured further down, leaving kisses along his chest, pausing only to stop and gently lick one of his small nipples, which hid among black, soft hair, before he continued downward.
William inhaled sharply and let out a small cry as Robin licked the top of his hardness, exploring him slowly, letting his tongue follow the marked veins along his erection.
“I like the taste of you,” Robin mumbled before he took his full length between his lips.
“Oh my God,” William moaned and writhed beneath him, to Robin’s satisfaction. He breathed slowly before he let more of the other man’s erection glide in between his lips, taking as much as he could of the glistering full length in his mouth while his fingers skilfully surrounded the base of his hardness, rubbing it teasingly with his thumb.
William’s moans of pleasure in combination with the sensation of his warm and hard erection made Robin more and more excited as well. Although he would gladly have pushed the other man over and enjoyed conquering him, Robin thought it was wiser to introduce him to lovemaking between men in a different manner. Still, he could not resist gently letting his fingertips glide over the other man’s secret passage and was pleased to see him groan with desire between clenched jaws while he blindly tore at the bed sheets in passion.
The sight was so arousing that Robin could not help himself, but reached down and stroked himself as he continued to please William. As he took more of the other man’s erection in his mouth, he slowly let two fingers glide inside himself. His desire increased and he knew that if he continued, he would come and he reluctantly had to stop himself before he got too carried away.
“I want you,” Robin mumbled and forced himself to move away from him. He rolled over on his stomach and reached over the edge of the bed, fumbling with trembling hands after his frock jacket on the floor.
William groaned in reply and Robin felt his hands reach for him, stroking both of them unabashedly at the same time. His breathing became more and more unsteady and the sensation was bot
h distracting and dangerously tempting. Finally Robin found the evasive small bottle of rose and sandalwood oil in his frock jacket’s inner pocket and he moved in position, arching his back teasingly as an invitation.
“I want you to take me like this,” he whispered and poured a generous amount of oil in his palm, and reaching down, he stroked William’s full length before he prepared himself. The fragranced oil was warm and ran between his fingers and down his thighs. “Please, William. Take me, or I will come anyway.”
Robin gasped with both anticipation and hungry excitement as he felt the tip of the other man’s erection press against him and then slowly enter him. He resisted the reaction to move against him and instead he spread his legs lazily apart. In response, William grabbed his hips eagerly and forced him closer against him. He went too fast and was a little bit too rough with him, but Robin was already far too aroused to mind. The fact that his friend–who never had so much as looked at another man before–wanted him so desperately and greedily was more than enough to pay the price of any prospective dull aches later on, in Robin’s opinion.
“Yes, like that,” Robin mumbled encouragingly. “Come, all the way in me.”
William was slightly larger than what was entirely comfortable, but the sensation of him making his way until he filled him completely nearly made Robin come.
“Please,” he managed to moan, sinking down on his elbows and arching his back further. “It feels so good to finally have you inside, William. I want–”
Robin was never able to finish his sentence, since William growled in reply and began to thrust against him in earnest. And after that, all thoughts left Robin’s mind, and all he helplessly noticed was how the other man’s grip increased around his hips and he pushed himself deeper against him, uncompromisingly hard and clearly unaware that he should be gentler. Robin could have told him to slow down; however, hot desire was already racing through his naked body and he craved the other man in a way that he had never wanted anyone before. The fact that William seemed nearly lost in delirious passion in combination with the sensation of the size of his full erection made his own pleasure escalate and made Robin eagerly meet his deep thrusts with reckless movements of his own until he heard William cry out and felt his release fill him.
William wrapped his naked, sweaty body around him, and while he was still inside Robin, he reached down, his fingers surrounding him, and he stroked him until Robin came, his warm release dripping over his fingers and down his thighs and onto the bed sheets.
“I have always wanted you,” Robin mumbled afterward. “But I never dreamt that it would be this… extraordinary.”
His friend kissed him slowly and let his tongue follow the contour of his lower lip.
“If I had known it was this wonderful,” he said huskily, “I would have lured you to my bed ages ago.”
Robin laughed softly. “I thought you preferred ladies?”
“For you,” William said, “I am willing to make an exception.”
Robin smiled roguishly in reply, more than a little bit pleased.
*
William and Robin lived happily ever after. They had their fair share of lovers’ arguments; however in the end they lived a long and–in general–a rather decadent life. They left London before the summer and spent nearly a decade travelling Europe until they retired to the royal capital again, where they lived the rest of their days together at the large townhouse in Mayfair, still ardently debating the latest fashion, fighting over elegant silver sleeve buttons, and utterly ravishing each other late at night.
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I wrote “An Extraordinary Evening” because I can’t resist writing about decadent gentlemen, notorious rakehells, and lavish Victorian balls.
The story was slightly inspired by “The Picture of Dorian Gray” by Oscar Wilde and a very loose version of “Cinderella” in the Grimm Brother’s Children and Household Tales.
The ballroom where the Rosenfelt’s opening ball was held doesn’t exist in modern London, but I have borrowed inspiration form the Blackpool Tower in Blackpool, Lancashire, which as built during the late 19th century and opened in 1894.
I also researched how a praxinoscope theatre works and spent more time than I should researching Victorian gentlemen fashion and the secret fan languages for ladies…
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