Page 51 of The Gentleman’s Thief

Sebastian strode to the main display admiring my exhibits. “I am… humbled that you trust me with this secret.” He paused for a moment, and with a raised brow looked back at me and said.

“But, you do know I could be playing you. I could be a complete rotter and be off in a flash with your stunning collection—”

“Indeed, that thought has crossed my mind”, I admitted as I strode to stand in front of him.

“But I truly believe that we are in agreement. Some things are worth more than money. This for instance—”

I threaded my hand through unkempt ginger hair to cradle the back of Sebastian’s head and pulled him forward so his mouth crushed against mine. The kiss was violent in its passion. We devoured one another while each wrestled to remove every stitch of clothing while not breaking the kiss. My pyjama shirt was unbuttoned and after untangling my arms it fell to the floor while Sebastian untied the waist cord and pushed the flannel pyjama bottoms down past my ruddy cockstand. The black long-sleeved vest Sebastian wore had the appearance of an undergarment with how it hugged his form. We needed to break our kiss to get the damnable thing over his head, and then Sebastian speedily pushed down and stepped out of the trousers so we were both as God intended. We stood to catch our breath admiring the naked flesh we were about to feast upon—the taut budded nipples, soft, wiry chest hair, corded muscles, and jousting cockstands.

“What do you want to do?” I asked. Sebastian stepped to me and pressed his warm chest against mine, gripping my buttocks roughly. It was as if we both wanted to be in the other's skin.

“I want to watch your face and hear you whimper as loud as you want while I bury myself inside you. I want to worship you with every rough thrust and plant my seed. Would you like that?”

My knees weakened at the thought. “I’d like that very much indeed. We could make it even better—“ I suggested with a twinkle of mischief in my eyes. Sebastian’s brow rose. I pulled away and strode to the cabinet. I removed a black lacquer-work box and a jar.

“What do you have there?” Sebastian inquired as he languidly laid out on the chaise-longue. I passed the jar to him and Sebastian read the label aloud.

“Dr. Swift’s Lubricating Unguent. I say!” Sebastian could not hide his mirth as he read on,

“For medical use in conjunction with Dr. Young’s Rectal Dilators–A proven cure for constipation, headaches, and insanity. Swift’s unguent will relax the sphincter for safe and comfortable insertion.”

I sat beside my lover with the lacquer box on my lap smiling so widely my face ached. Sebastian laughed loudly,

“Well, if using it cures insanity let’s give it a go!” he said, unscrewing the lid and taking a sniff.

“Doesn’t smell too bad… clove oil, camphor, and lavender.” He looked up at me with glittering eyes. “What have you got there?”

I opened the lid of the black lacquer box and showed my lover what it held. Sebastian sat up, put the jar of unguent on the cabinet top then reached into the box and drew out the Japanese carved Ivory dildo.

“This has quite a strange story to it?” I informed.

“Do tell!” He said, running his fingers up and down the beautifully carved rod.

“I obtained the contents of a house in Dorset that was for sale. One of my assistants found a wrapped package with a letter in the bottom drawer of a rather fine oak chest of drawers. He brought it to me, and when I unwrapped it, I found this.” I said gesturing to the ivory phallus that Sebastian was caressing.

“The letter was from the fiancée of a Miss Emeline Pratchett. She was to marry a sailor named Jake Wetherby. While on a journey in the Orient, Weatherby obtained what he called a ‘Ladies Companion’. In the letter he suggested that Miss Emeline use it in preparation for his homecoming and their wedding night.”

“No!” Sebastian said in faux shock. “What happened?”

“We discovered that the marriage never took place. Miss Emeline Pratchett eloped with the Landowner’s son before Weatherby made port and the gift was never opened.”

“Well, to think our new companion never got a maiden voyage!”

I straddled the end of the chaise-longue and Sebastian wrapped his ankles around my hips.

“I think we can do something about that, don’t you, my boy?” I ran my hands up and down Sebastian’s pale soft inner thighs, his gaze skewering me with his desire. I leaned forward pushing my hands higher, over his flat abdomen with its trail of ginger-blond hair and up to his firm athletic pectorals and erect nipples. Sebastian bit his lower lip and then rose to bite mine, the nips, and pecks ever playful.

I pulled back and taking hold of Sebastian’s legs behind the knees pushed his thighs to his chest revealing the pink pucker surrounded by a smattering of ginger-blond hair. I leaned in and laved a tentative stroke of my tongue. Sebastian had washed and smelled musky and masculine. He sighed out his pleasure as I went to work licking and relaxing his entrance.

“Ah, that’s it, just the ticket!” He praised. I worshipped him for several minutes until he was moaning incoherently.

Sebastian blindly reached for the jar, and I took a generous scoop of Dr. Swift’s unguent. The greasy fragrant salve was pushed inside Sebastian’s fundament and then in slow swirls, spread around his pucker. Sebastian prepared the Ivory dildo.

“It looks rather big, are you sure you can accommodate it?” I asked with concern.

“I don’t know, but we’ll give it a damn good try!”

“That’s my boy!” I encouraged with a sentimental grin.