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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“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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