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“Ooohhh…”
The woman on his left perked up as if she had suddenly smelled gunpowder and turned to Bunny. “Did you say something to me?”
“I-I was just saying ‘ooohhh, this veal is lovely…’”
The lady adopted an expression that conveyed her doubts about his sanity rather well before turning back to the more interesting man on her left. Bunny could feel the blood staining his cheeks. He glared at Raffles, who provocatively licked the sauce from his knife from the base to the sharp tip. He gave the latter an exaggerated flick of the tongue.
Bunny felt himself gaping and quickly looked away. His throat was suddenly quite parched.
Setting his cutlery down with as much care as possible, he reached for his water glass and drained half of it in one shot. Hardly a moment later, the footman was at his elbow with the pitcher. Bunny stiffened in dread. Naturally, at that exact moment, Raffles had done something extraordinary with his nimble toes and Bunny had to savagely bite his inner lip to keep from moaning out across the table. Instead of completely stifling it, however, his action only served to muffle it behind closed lips.
The footman paused with the water pitcher after pouring a measure. “Does sir require something?”
“No! I mean no, nothing, thank you. I’m fine, yes, just fine, thank you,” Bunny stammered, gesturing needlessly with increasingly shaky hands. To his indescribable horror, his elbow had managed to catch the end of his fork and send it over the table’s edge to the carpet below.
“Allow me, sir,” the footman drawled after an ill-concealed sigh and began to bend down for it.
“Wait!” Bunny cried out with such ferocity the waiter and half the table froze. He instantly leant over to snag up the utensil and wiped at it with his napkin. “There! Ha ha! Good as new! That will be all!”
The servant (along with the guests who had witnessed the scene), offered Bunny an impressively distasteful look but obeyed and moved away, and Bunny wanted to sigh in pure relief. Raffles, however, was not in a mind to let him savor that little victory in peace, and Bunny’s relief became abject agony once more. Bunny fisted his napkin tightly, not knowing what he should do. He was riding dangerously close to the sun now, and it was all just too much. Raffles was too much, brashly playing him like this, making a fool of him in front of everyone. Too much!
“Excuse me!” Bunny suddenly blurted and abandoned the table with such speed the dinner guests barely had time to look to him in astonishment. Bunny couldn’t be bothered to witness the dismayed look that now creased Raffles’ face as he fled from the room toward the bathroom (where a maid had directed him in stunned silence when he asked her its location in nothing short of a bark).
Once inside the highly scrubbed and decorated room, he shut the door after himself and, not bothering with his cuffs, began to splash cold water from the sink onto his flushed face. He let the water run as he shakily gripped the edges of the basin and stared at the drain, willing his erection to disappear so he could then do the same. He half wondered if everyone had seen after all. Seen and made the logical leap. Perhaps the police were on their way to drag him from the premises.
He was just in the middle of this bitter fantasy when a soft rap on the other side of the door made the blood drain from his face.
“Bunny,” came the wood-muffled but familiar call, “it’s me. Open the door, won’t you?”
The old panic instantly dissolved and in its place came a hot rush of anger. Bunny quickly dried his face and tore open the door to a surprised Raffles.
“How could you do that to me?” Bunny hissed through his teeth.
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“I told them you had been feeling out of sorts all day,” Raffles said in his most thrilling dulcet tones, barely above a murmur, his hands still gripping Bunny’s shoulders and his half-lidded eyes dark. His face was suddenly very close; his lips hovered a scant inch from Bunny’s mouth. “I assure you there was sympathy all around, Bunny. And, naturally, I’ve come to see to you and collect you so that we may be off with everyone’s best wishes for your…speedy recovery.”
In that moment Bunny felt Raffles would kiss him, and his heart sped up so much he could feel every single pound of it. But instead Raffles’ mouth quirked as he relinquished Bunny’s shoulders and set his hands to work at his buttons. Once the fastenings of Bunny’s trousers yawned open for him, he immediately fell to his knees. Raffles’ delight was evident when Bunny’s arousal met him fully once again without much coercion, and he smirked up at Bunny before extracting it from its confines and running his warm tongue gingerly up its entire length. With that action, Bunny found he couldn’t be too upset for being denied a kiss he hadn’t realized he quite desperately had wanted.
“Oh, Bunny, you were eager,” Raffles purred after a giving the head a lavish swirl.
In lieu of Bunny’s lack of words, his jaw simply fell open in response. He watched in nothing less than an incredulous daze as Raffles worshipped his arousal with the Devil’s own tongue and lips, for nothing made from God could possibly be as simultaneously wonderful and wicked as this. He was barely prepared for the brutal shocks of pleasure that thronged his every nerve at Raffle’s skilled touch on his naked flesh. While the cruel game at the table had had its own brand of pleasure, this, this was beyond anything he could (and often tried to) imagine. He would not last for long, Bunny knew. He could feel his completion crawling in close already. Raffles’ free hand, having left off fondling the jewels through Bunny’s trouser pockets, suddenly encouraging his balls with short, massaging strokes would certainly see to that.
Bunny swallowed hard and gripped Raffles’ shoulders to steady himself. Bunny then threw his head back into the wall, forgetting it was even there, but not caring as a dull pain blossomed in his skull from the action. Raffles, always the astute one, was sucking him in earnest now, and his mouth managed to take in Bunny’s entire member as he did it. Bunny absently wondered if Raffles had done this sort of thing before; he was entirely too good at it for this to have been the first time. But then again Raffles excelled at everything. Besides, Bunny had never had this type of service before, so he was not one to say anything on the matter other than perhaps expressing his guilty approval of it.
Licking his dry lips, Bunny opened his eyes and immediately something deep in his brain registered the fact that the door still stood ajar; anyone could come to see to them and discover what they were doing at any second. His breath hitched as he stared at the door, his body gently rocking him against the wall in synch with Raffles’ movements.
“Raffles,” he said, “you…you left the-” But his warning could not be completed. He tried to push Raffles away as another sort of warning, but Raffles would not comply. “Oh god, Raffles. I can’t…oh…god…” Bunny moaned desperately and threw his hand to cover his mouth as he came hard.
Raffles had to seize and hold Bunny’s hips to keep him up, but he bore Bunny’s release with an elated patience. Once Bunny had expelled his last muffled sigh, Raffles gave his spent member a final caress with his tongue and set to work fixing Bunny’s clothes right again.
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“Oh my, he really wasn’t well at all was he?” she asked with a concerned eye on a rather ruffled-looking Bunny.
“Indeed, thank you for your concern. Though you have our deepest apologies for the interruption to your dinner party, your Ladyship,” Raffles said in a voice that masterfully affected sincerity.
“Not at all. I’m just sorry you feel unwell, Mr. Manders. You’ll both come again in the near future, I hope.”
Bunny, not trusting himself to talk, merely smiled weakly at his hostess’ kindness and allowed Raffles to wrap everything up and lead him by the arm down the stairs to retrieve their things and then out the door into the cool night air.
Raffles instantly began to laugh once they were situated inside a waiting hansom.
“What’s so funny?” Bunny asked.
“Your face, my dear rabbit! I don’t think I could have affected such a put-upon expression myself if I tried! I believe our alibi is as solid as stone now.”
Bunny huffed in indignation.
“Oh, don’t throw yourself to despair, Bunny. Of course I say this in the highest esteem for your unique talent. Besides,” he continued more quietly, “I daresay we have enough of a haul to keep us in fine whiskey and Sullivans for months to come. Well? Doesn’t that make you happy?”
“Fine,” Bunny all but spat angrily. “You were after my valuable expression the entire time and you got it. Congratulations. No doubt you will enjoy the rewards more than I.” He turned his head away from Raffles to watch the street fly by. To his added despair, his eyes burned with the threat of tears. But he would not allow them to come; he couldn’t bear that particular shame on top of the previous.
Bunny was unprepared to feel Raffles’ hand take his and squeeze it.
“Bunny, look at me.”
His face scrunching in conflict, Bunny held out and would not obey. Raffles’ other hand was suddenly fixed upon his jaw, forcing his head back around. He was about to protest with an oath, but his lips were all at once smothered by Raffles’ own. Bunny’s eyes widened in surprise as Raffles brazenly kissed him, their only cover being the hansom walls and the night’s unreliable shadows. But he could not be bothered at that moment with concern. Instead Bunny relaxed into Raffles’ body and lifted his arm to pull him closer by the shoulder. His lips melted against Raffles’ as they moved, his tongue singing the pleasure of the touch of another. Raffles’ mouth was hot and firm, leading the dance as ever, and Bunny was not a little disappointed when their embrace broke.
“What I did back there,” Raffles whispered, his breathing slightly labored, “was not a part of any plan. I did it because I wanted to. I did not use you, Bunny. You must believe that.”
Bunny stared into Raffles’ eyes and even in the poor light he knew that Raffles was genuine. He couldn’t help smiling. “I’m glad.”
Raffles smiled in return before straightening up in his seat as the carriage rattled ever closer to home. “As am I.”
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