Sapientia Et Veritas, Et Non
"Today is born the seventh one
Born of woman the seventh son
And he in turn of a seventh son
He has the power to heal
He has the gift of the second sight
He is the chosen one
So it shall be written
So it shall be done"
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“You can. By the end of tonight, I’d really like a good show.” Nick winks at him, and David swears for a crazy second that Nick winks at the corner where he’s stood too. “George, I want you crying out in pleasure-“ he flicks out the leather belt from between the loops of George’s trousers “- moaning my name uncontrollably,” he presses a kiss just above George’s waistband “and coming undone, all loud and needy.” He breathes the last part in George’s ear, while slowly sliding the button of his trousers through its hole, and dragging the zip of his fly downwards, relishing in the chink of metal teeth separating.
George is already gasping and whimpering at the promises, squirming slightly as Nick runs a finger down the obvious bulge in his boxers, and David draws in another breath, as quietly as he can. Oh, hell.
“What would you like, George?”
George can’t speak. David can see him trying to get the words out, because his mouth is opening and closing, but nothing is coming out.
“Oh come on, George.” Nick shakes his head, and gives George’s erection a gentle squeeze. “I know you’re no blushing virgin.” His fingers slip inside the cotton boxers, and stroke the hardness there.
“I have to beg you now?”
Nick closes his eyes at the idea, and yanks down the undone trousers, and the underwear, to reveal George in all his naked splendour. “George, why make you beg when I can make you come?” Nick beams, and definitely turns to where David is standing, before sliding down the naked body on the desk, and sucking George right down to his base. Oh heck, Clegg can deep throat.
Really, David shouldn’t let this thought enter his mind, but it’s there in front of him. His mind is distracted however, by the erotic symphony coming out of George’s mouth. He idly wonders if George knows he has an audience, because Nick quite obviously does. George unleashes a gorgeously loud stream of moans, and cries of Nick’s name. He can see why Nick loves to hear it, and he begrudgingly feels his trousers tighten around his crotch slightly. He also knows that it completely inappropriate to be thinking how good the naked George looks and sounds, when he has to face a clothed, less aroused, version of the man tomorrow morning.
“Nick, god Nick.” Nick removes his mouth, and starts to run his tongue over and up George’s erection. He makes a fist around it instead, and pumps it slightly. George lifts his head up, and stares straight at Nick. “That any good?”
“Oh yes, sounds lovely. I’m sure the audience is very appreciative.” Nick raises his eyebrow, but George looks wildly around, and David crouches behind the chair in front of him. “What audience?”
Nick takes his hand off George’s cock, and grabs at George’s head instead. “Me, you idiot! I love hearing you.” He takes George’s hand and presses it against the lump in his trousers.
George beams, and instantly relaxes. “Seems like the audience approves.”
David silently gasps. Oh lord, George, if only you knew how much.
“The audience is giving a standing ovation.” Nick grins at him, and starts to strip off too, gasping when aroused naked flesh meets. “Want to feel it?”
“Will the audience approve?”
“Depends on how good a vocal performance you’re prepared to give.”
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David can’t help but watch as Nick slides one lubed finger inside George’s hole. George is pushing against it, and moaning for all he’s worth. It’s wrong that he’s staring, but Nick’s getting off on this. Is it any wonder? George is wriggling and begging to be fucked. When Nick starts scissoring two fingers inside him, watching as his fingers thrust inside, George starts telling Nick how he wants more, and David’s sure that shouldn’t send a rush of blood straight to his cock.
George is making the most amazing keening, high pitched whines and noises with every dip of Nick’s fingers working him open. David’s lip is getting sore from him constantly biting it, trying to resist the urge to whimper in response, or take himself in hand. He reminds himself that he shouldn’t be watching, that he certainly shouldn’t be thinking George looks good as Nick works his magic, but he does, and it’s a truth he can’t easily escape.
All of a sudden it stops. George’s noises turn from pure distilled erotic pleasure to moaning at the loss of Nick’s fingers. David sighs in relief. Nick, however, chuckles evilly.
“Want something more...substantial?” His fingers move up to circle George’s wrists, and he pushes his arms up to above George’s head, restraining them there with one hand. The whole movement has the wonderful side-effect of stretching out Nick’s body as he straddles George, and shallowly thrusts his arousal just to the left of George’s. It’s a cruel parody of the movements George desperately wants inside him, and even David isn’t really sure how George is managing to cope without trying to grab the man and sink down on his cock.
Nick, however, just whispers hotly in George’s ear, and David can imagine how the warm breath would feel against there. It’s loud enough for him to hear too, which he supposes is the entire point.
“You’ll stay right where you are, in this position. Move a muscle and I’m tying you up and leaving you in all your glory for someone to find in the morning.”
“And if I behave?”
Nick steps down from the desk, walking straight towards the pile of discarded clothes in front of where David’s hiding, and plucks his yellow tie from it. “If you behave, I’ll tie you up and you’ll be fucked so hard that you won’t be able to sit down for a month.”
George lies as still as a statue, stiller if that is even possible. Nick momentarily stands in front of David, who’s still hiding behind that chair, winks at him, then casts a long hungry gaze over all of George. He hurries back, wrapping the canary coloured material round his fists, before standing at one end of the desk, and tying George’s wrists together with it, wrapping the silk round a few times before finishing off with a bow.
“Yellow suits you.” Nick says bluntly. “Ever thought about...”
Much to David’s relief, George’s harsh barking laugh says it all. “God I love you sometimes, Nick, but no thanks.”
“Pity. It’s the only way you’re going to get off tonight.”
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“Lie back.” George begrudgingly does so, and the toy moves in that little deeper. Nick’s staring at him, mouth inches away from George’s, looking at every flicker of pleasure that shows on his face, and he slowly thrusts the yellow object in and out of George’s hole. It’s a tortuous rhythm, slow, and from what David can tell, each thrust in is barely grazing where he needs it most. George’s hips have already started to buck slightly, his legs have begun to slowly shake, and he’s whimpering and gasping. Every time he opens his mouth, Nick’s eyes glitter, and he moans back the sounds George is making like it’s some kind of mocking erotic echo.
In short, George looks like some fabulous virginal sacrifice to the Liberal Gods of Politics, all tied up and wriggling with that yellow ...thing in his arse, moaning and begging.
“Such a needy thing. You going to beg?”
George nods his head, uncertain as to whether he can make the words come out. “Please.”
Nick bites his lip, and David unconsciously makes the same gesture. Seconds later, and he’s repeating the word back, that tiny bit louder and cockier than he’s heard it, with a small questioning tone to it.
George moans it again, louder, nodding furiously. Nick just smirks, slows the pace of that thrusting toy that’s been teasing him so much. “Say it.”
David desperately wants him to as well, which surprises him. There’s only one natural conclusion to where this is all headed, but if he’s going to get out of here, he’s going to have to wait until George breaks completely. What he expects George to grunt and groan out is simple enough, a “Please fuck me, Nick.” Or perhaps even a “Mr. Deputy Prime Minister”.
What George practically screams out is very different, however.
“I’m a Liberal, Nick. As liberal and open as they comeeee - “ he gasped the word through gritted teeth, and Nick quickly shoved the toy back in hard. “Fuck me, Nick, please!”
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“My Liberal?” Nick winks at him, and thrusts it in hard again.
“Yes. Yes! Yours, Nick, all yours.” George’s back is just staring to arch, and David has a horrible feeling from what has gone on before that George isn’t going to... erm...”come quietly.”
“Mine.” Nick slides the toy out, leaving George a wanton shaking wreck, before lining himself up and pressing himself in quickly. George takes it, every inch, and begins arching up again and rocking his hips to meet Nick’s thrusts. Nick’s hands are supporting him, placed either side of George’s head, and every so often he leans in as if to kiss the man beneath him, leaving his lips a few tantalising millimetres away from George’s reach.
This is too much. David can feel himself getting painfully hard, though he’s unsure why his brain is trying to persuade him that jerking off would be a good thing right now, or in which ones place he’d rather be.
George is obviously close. His whole body is shaking with need and want and lust, and Nick isn’t stopping to let him breathe. Instead, Nick’s mouth keeps running on with the most wonderfully kinky lines, which even have David quietly groaning in response.
“If only your buddies in Parliament could see you wriggling beneath me, begging for a good fuck? Maybe I should tell them how great you look, how your pale skin flushes and how good you sound. I wonder what David would say to see his best Tory buddy squirming and announcing he’s my Liberal, just to get release?”
“You wouldn’t.” The words are following with a series of high stuttering shouts, each accompanying another thrust from Nick.
“It’s tempting, that’s for sure.”
“Oh god.” George’s back arches that little bit more, and is panting slightly. Nick smiles at him, and says. “I want to hear you properly. I want to hear you shout out that you’re my liberal loudly as you come.”
David’s fingers inch lower down his shirt, and cup his erection. It’s not going to take a lot once he’s out of here for him to be satisfied.
George is moaning louder. He gets almost to that point, and he cries out “Nick’s a filthy Liberal!”
David winces, and looks at Nick’s face. George is smirking, but not for long, as Nick lifts up both his legs, thrusts deeper and grinds into him, and he presses his lips to his neck. Fingernails drag along George’s hips and his arse, and Nick bites down on the soft flesh of his collar. It’s enough to finally drag George screaming, mumbling and groaning over the edge, and with a hoarse shout Nick isn’t far behind. In fact, the only person in this room still with a hard erection begging to be played with is David himself.
He waits until they leave. He waits until it’s quiet and he’s 100% percent sure he’s alone.
He closes his eyes and the image of the pair of them, his two best friends in this entire crazy place, at it on the desk is burned on his brain. And really, it would a disservice to the entire event if he wasn’t turned on, and didn’t use this pent up arousal to relax himself slightly.
It’s wrong, it’s filthy, and he shouldn’t be thinking of George and Nick like this. It’s a betrayal, pure and simple, and it’s going to make him feel seriously guilty a few hours down the line. He’s not going to be able to look either of them in the eye again, let alone in the same way he had before.
He comes over his hand, biting his lip to stop the moaning, harder than he has in a very long time.
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Love loud!George
Love voyeristic!Cameron
SEQUEL, SEQUEL, SEQUEL!!!
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Especially for “I’m a Liberal, Nick"... totally hitting my kink there.
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Loud!George is hitting my kink so hard nnnggh
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