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He stared back at me and then he had struck like a viper, kissing me roughly. He had his hands upon my face, holding me still so that I could not break away (not that I wished to!) and I was astonished. I did not know quite what to do with my hands, worried that if I touched him I might destroy this and it would vanish like a bubble pricked by a child’s finger.
He drew back, looking at me earnestly. “And what of that?”
I delighted in the flush that had come across him--from me. No pretty young thing had whispered to him, or kissed him. It was I that had influenced him so, and such thoughts brought a curling in the pit of my stomach.
“That--was a kiss,” I blurted, surprised, and he laughed at me, touching his head to my chest as his shoulders shook in mirth.
“I--I didn’t want the definition, my dear Bunny. I only wanted to know if you had changed your mind any.”
“I--no. No. No!” I said quickly as he looked across my face, serious once more.
“Ready to follow me anywhere?” he said in a low voice and I shivered at the look in his eyes.
I wished for that more than anything and yet my voice stopped within me, too shy to tell him so.
“That’s my little rabbit,” he murmured almost to himself and he leaned forward, offering me a kiss that was more gentle in scope than the first.
I was upon my back in the seat at this point and he shifted so his knees were on either side of me as he drew kisses down my neck.
His fingers fumbled at my cravat but then it was undone in nearly an instant and he nipped at my collarbone as he tugged at my waistcoat.
“Wait--stop!” I said, pulling back, and it was dismaying to see the open look shutter off his face, replaced with the cool look of neutrality I knew well. He mistook my words for being a command to halt entirely--that I did not like what was taking place and he had overstepped with an uncharacteristic leap forward. He stood up and away from the seat.
My fingers found his own as I sat up awkwardly, nearly falling off the seat as I coloured in embarrassment.
“Steady. How much did you have to drink?” he teased as I scowled up at him.
“I’m not so easy into my cups. Earlier--er--just now--”
“Just now,” he repeated, raising a brow as he watched me.
“I didn’t--didn’t mean stop--”
“Of course.”
“I only meant--well--”
“You are turning a peculiar shade of red,” he said with a smile, which most likely hardly helped my complexion.
“I just--on the seat?”
“On the seat?” he repeated with a frown.
“Wouldn’t it be better…” I trailed off and he followed my gaze with a slight intake of breath I hardly heard.
“Oho. My dear Bunny, you are forward.”
“I--”
“Have you any experience?” he asked, and I felt the way that he put forward the question was with a small jab. He expected me to be some child, regardless of what I had told him about the few women in my life, and I admit it irked me to no small degree.
“I have! I have kissed women--several women, actually, and--I--”
“I hope you understand there is a little more involved than just kissing,” he said with a chuckle he hid behind his hand, and with his eyes bright from laughter I could not stay annoyed with him for long.
I found his hand again and he gave it a small squeeze before leading me to his bedroom.
It is a marvel that we made it there at all for he turned to me in the hallway, giving me a small glance and then it was as if someone had flashed off a signal for the both of us. His hands were upon me everywhere--his masterful hands!--and he had torn my waistcoat off in such a fashion that I noted the buttons fly off in disarray.
“I--Raffles!” I cried in dismay. “I really liked that waistcoat, and--”
“I’ll clean it up in the morning,” he murmured low in my ear, and I shuddered.
“That’s--that’s not the--the point,” I said, yet I made no further complaints as he dropped it just outside his door.
I fell back on the bed and he dropped on top of me like a particularly warm blanket. I am surprised either of us managed to catch breaths at the point as he kissed me again and again, and when he broke away I made a noise of disappointment that made him laugh.
“Now, Bunny. I’ve better things in store.”
“Oh? I’ll--I’ll do whatever you say,” I reassured him, and he kissed me lightly again so that I felt the quirk of his lips.
He left me, then, and I felt some anxiety over the thought he had changed his mind and abandoned me, but then the room was dimly lit.
I felt even more panic at such a change, and I sat up quickly.
“It--wouldn’t it be better with the lights out?”
Raffles tilted his head in response, and when he noted that I was doing the buttons up again upon my under-shirt he reached out, stilling my motions.
“It would be better to see you, don’t you think? Don’t you wish to see me?”
Oh, God, yes. I caught myself staring at the man when he was doing the mundane--how could I resist him if he was in the throes of passion? Would he not be all the more beautiful for it?
“Y-yes! Yes!”
“Then I don’t see your resistance.”
“I’m--I’m not--not what you usually--”
“How do you know what I usually indulge in?” he said pointedly. “If I hadn’t wanted to see you, I would have left the light off. Don’t be foolish.”
“Um…” I said by way of response, and when he smiled brightly at me I could not help but match his expression, and he easily brushed my fingers away, working the buttons free more carefully than he had done for my waistcoat.
Cooler air hit my skin and then Raffles laid a kiss upon the middle of my chest and I shuddered at the light touch of his lips. He teased at my nipples, allowing me to writhe beneath him for a moment before drawing back to glance down at me, hands on either of my sides.
“I’ve thought of you, too,” he said, and he dropped his voice to a whisper. “In the Baths,” he said naughtily, and I stared up at him in surprise.
“D-don’t say that!”
“So close to me but I couldn’t say or do a thing. I should have liked to--well--”
He looked at me for a moment and then carefully slid his tongue down to my navel.
“Covered in sweat, sighing to yourself--you are glorious when you are in the Baths and you don’t even realise it.”
He straightened slightly and leaned forward to kiss me and I could resist it no more as I slid my hands to my trousers. He was toying with me--a skill I felt no other man or woman alive could match him in--and he knew it for he grasped my hands in his.
“I think not,” he said quietly, and I admit, shamefully, that I whined slightly at his dismissal.
“Raffles--”
“I’ve a better idea.”
“You always do,” I admitted with a sigh, dropping my head back onto the bed before he tapped me lightly upon my bare stomach.
“Sit up, Bunny.”
I obeyed automatically, sitting upon the edge of the bed as he knelt down before me. He gingerly removed my boots and tugged off my trousers with little ceremony so that I felt embarrassed at once.
I crossed my hands before me as he peeked up at me.
“Bunny?”
“I--this is a little embarrassing.”
He sat back on the floor, giving a sigh of exasperation. “Do elaborate.”
“I--you--doing this. Um…you’ll take this from me--”
“That is the plan. So you are following along. Well done.”
“Then I’ll be--I’ll be naked.”
“Yes.”
I stared at him.
He frowned up at me. “I don’t quite get it.”
“It is a little…odd.”
“I have seen you in such a state numerous times. And in public.”
“You must admit the circumstances were different. Are different!”
“I do,” he said slowly, with a brief smile. “And?”
“And…and…” I steeled my resolve. “And I should feel better if you weren’t fully clothed! It isn’t as though you are sitting around with me in the steam dressed to the nines!”
“I should be happy to divest,” he said, and he had his hand on his cravat before he looked up at me again, a curious expression in his bright blue eyes. “Unless you should prefer to do it for me?”
I should have liked nothing better.
I admit I was a little rough in my excitement, pulling too hard upon his cravat when I could not immediately get it undone so that he winced and steadied himself by putting his hands upon my thighs.
“Ah--ah--Bunny! It shouldn’t be--shouldn’t be very fun for either of us if you choke me, here and now!”
“I’m--I’m sorry.”
“It’s quite all right,” he said with a quick smirk as I fumbled with his buttons, fingers slipping several times before I had dropped his waistcoat from him.
I managed to get his shirt off and I placed my hands carefully upon his chest, fingers tracing down his skin as he watched me.
“You need not be so gentle, Bunny. I promise you will not break me.”
I had hardly dared touch him--my fingertips had only just gazed his flesh. It seemed, to me, to be unreal, and I awaited any moment to arrive in which I woke and realised I was alone in my own small bed.
I could not resist the curve of his lips and so I kissed him far more roughly than I had touched him, and we played at this for a few minutes before he pushed himself away, shaking his head.
“Other plans, Bunny. Other plans,” he intoned, and then he had his hands upon my under-garments and he had taken them away entirely.
I could not help feeling embarrassed, no matter what he said, and then he was drawing upon me again. I could not have told you what he had merely touched with fingers and which he had brushed with his lips and then he had crouched down before me once more, breath hot upon me.
His tongue slid lightly around the edge of my cock and then he inched his mouth forward, taking me in with an agonising slowness that made me groan. I instinctively rose up to meet him and he growled slightly, unable to talk otherwise, and flicked me upon the right thigh should I miss his meaning entirely.
He moved with precision, sliding so unutterably slowly that I might be driven mad before he finished. I thought that would be the end of tortures but then I felt him begin to hum. Should he have been properly able to do so I knew he would have laughed in my face; the devil was humming music from an opera we had seen only a few nights before. Figaro’s Aria--I buried my fingers in his curly hair and he steadied my pace with hands placed upon my thighs, slowing me to his own wishes.
I thought I had some measure of control at that point, but when I heard soft, slight moans coming from the man I could not stop my frenzy, hips moving forward in time to his own motions.
I tugged upon his hair more as a warning than to stop myself, speaking as I did. “R-Raffles, I can’t--I’m--I’m--”
He didn’t care and then I was shuddering into him and he had swept up once more, kissing me. I wrinkled my nose at the salty taste, yet when I reached for him to oblige him in a similar fashion he hit my hands away.
“Raffles--” I said, aware of how shaky my voice felt. He ought let me do what I could whilst I was still functioning--collapsing back onto the bed with a sigh and simply going to sleep was an appealing option for me at this point.
“Plans, Bunny. Plans.”
He sidled away, pulling out from his dresser a tiny vial that he held up.
I felt a surge of nervousness. He used the oil within to grease up locks and the like, but I had a fair idea now on what his plans entailed.
He crept closer and then he was on the bed with me, sitting next to me. Our arms touched and I could feel the heat rising from him as he watched me.
“You can still run, Bunny. Flit out and away from the fox,” he said, and I thought I heard a hint of sadness in his voice.
I laughed. “No, I don’t think so. I missed my chance long ago,” I said, and when I traced down the centre of his chest with light finger-tips he offered me a smile.
He moved, positioning the pillows and then motioning for me to crouch upon them and better support myself. I trembled as I settled until I felt his fingertips upon my back.
“Bunny? Are you all right?”
“Y-yes. I’m--I’m fine.”
There followed a few moments in which nothing happened and then there was intrusion and when I realised it was Raffles--Raffles’s long fingers, fingers I had watched clutch a cricket ball deftly or turn a lock without a sound, I shuddered and moaned wordlessly into the pillow in front of me.
The slick feeling was not entirely comfortable, admittedly, and it hurt in no small factor and yet I could push such pain from my mind. I had worse scrapes that hardly promised pleasure to follow--and I could assume it would be good if the precursor was anything to go by and then--and then--!
Oh.
He had pulled his fingers from me and then he had slid into me and it hurt a great deal so that I felt as though I might be torn apart, but before I could register upon the fact I was reeling at the following sensation.
He had pulled--drawn--all desire from me only moments before and yet I was ready again with him pressed close, flush, against me. He was breathing raggedly and I could feel the sweat upon his skin as it touched my own and I could smell--I could smell his soap upon him.
I believe that he might have wanted some measure of self-control, as before, but he could not slow his pace when he pressed my face lightly into the pillow before me, right hand resting next to my cheek on the bed as he moved at some rhythm I could not stand.
“Ah--ah--R--”
I bit down on my lip. I had spent so many moments with Raffles in which it was necessary to be quiet so that even now I did not want to vocalise--and yet--and yet I could not draw back the moan from my lips and then I had shouted out a curse black enough for any sailor to use.
Raffles faltered behind me before tightening his fingers in my hair, continuing on.
“Ah! Ah! AH! Raffles!”
“Bunny--” I heard him say, and when he pressed into me I could not bite down upon the fabric before me enough to keep from shouting again.
“J--Jesus! Ah--ah--ah! Raffles!!”
When he stopped I was bewildered, and I was all the more so when he let go of my hair and withdrew from me. I felt as though I was a candle that had been deprived of wick and I turned to face him.
“I didn’t mean--I apologise, Bunny--”
“What? Why? What for?”
“That.”
“What?” I asked, confused all the more, and he frowned.
“All of that shouting. I expected--I expected some small amount of discomfort, but all of this noise…I hadn’t thought I would cause that much pain. It was never my intention--”
“What! No! I’m not--that’s not--it’s good. I rather wish you hadn’t stopped, actually,” I grumbled, and he arched his brows and then he laughed in my face, further disgruntling me in doing so.
“Oh! Oh! Dear me, Bunny, you ought have warned me that you are quite vocal! I should have been prepared with something.”
“Like what?” I asked cautiously and he smiled mischievously at me, eyes glittering at his next words.
“Maybe next time. Shall we proceed?”
I flopped back down to show I was more than ready, and I heard his quiet chuckling as he resumed his place behind me.
He was not so careful as before and fairly rammed into me so that I winced and bit back tears, and when he began his pace anew I groaned as my hips began to follow along against my volition.
Raffles’s hand found my own and moved it to my cock, slowly sliding for me. His warm hand upon my own, forcing me to do abuse upon myself was a wicked thing on its own, but his soft, deep voice in my ear drove me entirely mad as I cried out. Immediately I tried to stop myself--I shouldn’t have it become the means of any joking!--and then he spoke.
“Go on. Come for me, my little rabbit,” he said, voice ragged as he took in a quick breath and I was undone in moments. I suppose I must have pushed him over the edge as he followed shortly after me and I drifted somewhere dark and comfortable. I couldn’t move--couldn’t think or do anything except doze, and I couldn’t say how long I remained as such until I felt Raffles dabbing at me with a portion of one of his sheets.
I felt shame again as I was fairly covered--fairly seeping--fluids from every avenue, both mine and his, and he tsked at me.
“The sheets will need cleaning, Bunny. Look what you’ve done.”
Once satisfied he let it fall off the side of the bed, drawing closer to plant a kiss upon my cheek before lifting my right arm and letting it drop limply to the mattress with a laugh. “My poor Bunny, worn and weary. Have I worked you too hard today?”
“No, no, I’m--I’m good. Everything’s fine,” I said with a slur to my words. I was lying--I didn’t think I could stand should he order me that I must.
He chuckled low in his throat, fingers winding through my damp locks. I gazed over at him as he propped himself up on one elbow, humming to himself. I sidled over to him, allowing my cheek to rest upon his sweaty chest as he sighed, and I listened to the rumbling of his voice.
“Should I get us a Sullivan?”
“Stay.”
“Don’t be so sentimental,” he chided yet he did not move, allowing me to rest my hand upon his stomach as he drew me closer.
I shut my eyes.
“You had me half-worried I’d done something wrong,” he murmured, tripping along the edge of sleep as he spoke. “’Like it, though. Not used to someone so…vocal. Should…like to hear it again.”
He pulled the second sheet lazily over us and sighed, and as I drifted into an exhausted dose he had his hand in my hair, playing with a damp lock as he hummed sleepily to himself.
He drew back, looking at me earnestly. “And what of that?”
I delighted in the flush that had come across him--from me. No pretty young thing had whispered to him, or kissed him. It was I that had influenced him so, and such thoughts brought a curling in the pit of my stomach.
“That--was a kiss,” I blurted, surprised, and he laughed at me, touching his head to my chest as his shoulders shook in mirth.
“I--I didn’t want the definition, my dear Bunny. I only wanted to know if you had changed your mind any.”
“I--no. No. No!” I said quickly as he looked across my face, serious once more.
“Ready to follow me anywhere?” he said in a low voice and I shivered at the look in his eyes.
I wished for that more than anything and yet my voice stopped within me, too shy to tell him so.
“That’s my little rabbit,” he murmured almost to himself and he leaned forward, offering me a kiss that was more gentle in scope than the first.
I was upon my back in the seat at this point and he shifted so his knees were on either side of me as he drew kisses down my neck.
His fingers fumbled at my cravat but then it was undone in nearly an instant and he nipped at my collarbone as he tugged at my waistcoat.
“Wait--stop!” I said, pulling back, and it was dismaying to see the open look shutter off his face, replaced with the cool look of neutrality I knew well. He mistook my words for being a command to halt entirely--that I did not like what was taking place and he had overstepped with an uncharacteristic leap forward. He stood up and away from the seat.
My fingers found his own as I sat up awkwardly, nearly falling off the seat as I coloured in embarrassment.
“Steady. How much did you have to drink?” he teased as I scowled up at him.
“I’m not so easy into my cups. Earlier--er--just now--”
“Just now,” he repeated, raising a brow as he watched me.
“I didn’t--didn’t mean stop--”
“Of course.”
“I only meant--well--”
“You are turning a peculiar shade of red,” he said with a smile, which most likely hardly helped my complexion.
“I just--on the seat?”
“On the seat?” he repeated with a frown.
“Wouldn’t it be better…” I trailed off and he followed my gaze with a slight intake of breath I hardly heard.
“Oho. My dear Bunny, you are forward.”
“I--”
“Have you any experience?” he asked, and I felt the way that he put forward the question was with a small jab. He expected me to be some child, regardless of what I had told him about the few women in my life, and I admit it irked me to no small degree.
“I have! I have kissed women--several women, actually, and--I--”
“I hope you understand there is a little more involved than just kissing,” he said with a chuckle he hid behind his hand, and with his eyes bright from laughter I could not stay annoyed with him for long.
I found his hand again and he gave it a small squeeze before leading me to his bedroom.
It is a marvel that we made it there at all for he turned to me in the hallway, giving me a small glance and then it was as if someone had flashed off a signal for the both of us. His hands were upon me everywhere--his masterful hands!--and he had torn my waistcoat off in such a fashion that I noted the buttons fly off in disarray.
“I--Raffles!” I cried in dismay. “I really liked that waistcoat, and--”
“I’ll clean it up in the morning,” he murmured low in my ear, and I shuddered.
“That’s--that’s not the--the point,” I said, yet I made no further complaints as he dropped it just outside his door.
I fell back on the bed and he dropped on top of me like a particularly warm blanket. I am surprised either of us managed to catch breaths at the point as he kissed me again and again, and when he broke away I made a noise of disappointment that made him laugh.
“Now, Bunny. I’ve better things in store.”
“Oh? I’ll--I’ll do whatever you say,” I reassured him, and he kissed me lightly again so that I felt the quirk of his lips.
He left me, then, and I felt some anxiety over the thought he had changed his mind and abandoned me, but then the room was dimly lit.
I felt even more panic at such a change, and I sat up quickly.
“It--wouldn’t it be better with the lights out?”
Raffles tilted his head in response, and when he noted that I was doing the buttons up again upon my under-shirt he reached out, stilling my motions.
“It would be better to see you, don’t you think? Don’t you wish to see me?”
Oh, God, yes. I caught myself staring at the man when he was doing the mundane--how could I resist him if he was in the throes of passion? Would he not be all the more beautiful for it?
“Y-yes! Yes!”
“Then I don’t see your resistance.”
“I’m--I’m not--not what you usually--”
“How do you know what I usually indulge in?” he said pointedly. “If I hadn’t wanted to see you, I would have left the light off. Don’t be foolish.”
“Um…” I said by way of response, and when he smiled brightly at me I could not help but match his expression, and he easily brushed my fingers away, working the buttons free more carefully than he had done for my waistcoat.
Cooler air hit my skin and then Raffles laid a kiss upon the middle of my chest and I shuddered at the light touch of his lips. He teased at my nipples, allowing me to writhe beneath him for a moment before drawing back to glance down at me, hands on either of my sides.
“I’ve thought of you, too,” he said, and he dropped his voice to a whisper. “In the Baths,” he said naughtily, and I stared up at him in surprise.
“D-don’t say that!”
“So close to me but I couldn’t say or do a thing. I should have liked to--well--”
He looked at me for a moment and then carefully slid his tongue down to my navel.
“Covered in sweat, sighing to yourself--you are glorious when you are in the Baths and you don’t even realise it.”
He straightened slightly and leaned forward to kiss me and I could resist it no more as I slid my hands to my trousers. He was toying with me--a skill I felt no other man or woman alive could match him in--and he knew it for he grasped my hands in his.
“I think not,” he said quietly, and I admit, shamefully, that I whined slightly at his dismissal.
“Raffles--”
“I’ve a better idea.”
“You always do,” I admitted with a sigh, dropping my head back onto the bed before he tapped me lightly upon my bare stomach.
“Sit up, Bunny.”
I obeyed automatically, sitting upon the edge of the bed as he knelt down before me. He gingerly removed my boots and tugged off my trousers with little ceremony so that I felt embarrassed at once.
I crossed my hands before me as he peeked up at me.
“Bunny?”
“I--this is a little embarrassing.”
He sat back on the floor, giving a sigh of exasperation. “Do elaborate.”
“I--you--doing this. Um…you’ll take this from me--”
“That is the plan. So you are following along. Well done.”
“Then I’ll be--I’ll be naked.”
“Yes.”
I stared at him.
He frowned up at me. “I don’t quite get it.”
“It is a little…odd.”
“I have seen you in such a state numerous times. And in public.”
“You must admit the circumstances were different. Are different!”
“I do,” he said slowly, with a brief smile. “And?”
“And…and…” I steeled my resolve. “And I should feel better if you weren’t fully clothed! It isn’t as though you are sitting around with me in the steam dressed to the nines!”
“I should be happy to divest,” he said, and he had his hand on his cravat before he looked up at me again, a curious expression in his bright blue eyes. “Unless you should prefer to do it for me?”
I should have liked nothing better.
I admit I was a little rough in my excitement, pulling too hard upon his cravat when I could not immediately get it undone so that he winced and steadied himself by putting his hands upon my thighs.
“Ah--ah--Bunny! It shouldn’t be--shouldn’t be very fun for either of us if you choke me, here and now!”
“I’m--I’m sorry.”
“It’s quite all right,” he said with a quick smirk as I fumbled with his buttons, fingers slipping several times before I had dropped his waistcoat from him.
I managed to get his shirt off and I placed my hands carefully upon his chest, fingers tracing down his skin as he watched me.
“You need not be so gentle, Bunny. I promise you will not break me.”
I had hardly dared touch him--my fingertips had only just gazed his flesh. It seemed, to me, to be unreal, and I awaited any moment to arrive in which I woke and realised I was alone in my own small bed.
I could not resist the curve of his lips and so I kissed him far more roughly than I had touched him, and we played at this for a few minutes before he pushed himself away, shaking his head.
“Other plans, Bunny. Other plans,” he intoned, and then he had his hands upon my under-garments and he had taken them away entirely.
I could not help feeling embarrassed, no matter what he said, and then he was drawing upon me again. I could not have told you what he had merely touched with fingers and which he had brushed with his lips and then he had crouched down before me once more, breath hot upon me.
His tongue slid lightly around the edge of my cock and then he inched his mouth forward, taking me in with an agonising slowness that made me groan. I instinctively rose up to meet him and he growled slightly, unable to talk otherwise, and flicked me upon the right thigh should I miss his meaning entirely.
He moved with precision, sliding so unutterably slowly that I might be driven mad before he finished. I thought that would be the end of tortures but then I felt him begin to hum. Should he have been properly able to do so I knew he would have laughed in my face; the devil was humming music from an opera we had seen only a few nights before. Figaro’s Aria--I buried my fingers in his curly hair and he steadied my pace with hands placed upon my thighs, slowing me to his own wishes.
I thought I had some measure of control at that point, but when I heard soft, slight moans coming from the man I could not stop my frenzy, hips moving forward in time to his own motions.
I tugged upon his hair more as a warning than to stop myself, speaking as I did. “R-Raffles, I can’t--I’m--I’m--”
He didn’t care and then I was shuddering into him and he had swept up once more, kissing me. I wrinkled my nose at the salty taste, yet when I reached for him to oblige him in a similar fashion he hit my hands away.
“Raffles--” I said, aware of how shaky my voice felt. He ought let me do what I could whilst I was still functioning--collapsing back onto the bed with a sigh and simply going to sleep was an appealing option for me at this point.
“Plans, Bunny. Plans.”
He sidled away, pulling out from his dresser a tiny vial that he held up.
I felt a surge of nervousness. He used the oil within to grease up locks and the like, but I had a fair idea now on what his plans entailed.
He crept closer and then he was on the bed with me, sitting next to me. Our arms touched and I could feel the heat rising from him as he watched me.
“You can still run, Bunny. Flit out and away from the fox,” he said, and I thought I heard a hint of sadness in his voice.
I laughed. “No, I don’t think so. I missed my chance long ago,” I said, and when I traced down the centre of his chest with light finger-tips he offered me a smile.
He moved, positioning the pillows and then motioning for me to crouch upon them and better support myself. I trembled as I settled until I felt his fingertips upon my back.
“Bunny? Are you all right?”
“Y-yes. I’m--I’m fine.”
There followed a few moments in which nothing happened and then there was intrusion and when I realised it was Raffles--Raffles’s long fingers, fingers I had watched clutch a cricket ball deftly or turn a lock without a sound, I shuddered and moaned wordlessly into the pillow in front of me.
The slick feeling was not entirely comfortable, admittedly, and it hurt in no small factor and yet I could push such pain from my mind. I had worse scrapes that hardly promised pleasure to follow--and I could assume it would be good if the precursor was anything to go by and then--and then--!
Oh.
He had pulled his fingers from me and then he had slid into me and it hurt a great deal so that I felt as though I might be torn apart, but before I could register upon the fact I was reeling at the following sensation.
He had pulled--drawn--all desire from me only moments before and yet I was ready again with him pressed close, flush, against me. He was breathing raggedly and I could feel the sweat upon his skin as it touched my own and I could smell--I could smell his soap upon him.
I believe that he might have wanted some measure of self-control, as before, but he could not slow his pace when he pressed my face lightly into the pillow before me, right hand resting next to my cheek on the bed as he moved at some rhythm I could not stand.
“Ah--ah--R--”
I bit down on my lip. I had spent so many moments with Raffles in which it was necessary to be quiet so that even now I did not want to vocalise--and yet--and yet I could not draw back the moan from my lips and then I had shouted out a curse black enough for any sailor to use.
Raffles faltered behind me before tightening his fingers in my hair, continuing on.
“Ah! Ah! AH! Raffles!”
“Bunny--” I heard him say, and when he pressed into me I could not bite down upon the fabric before me enough to keep from shouting again.
“J--Jesus! Ah--ah--ah! Raffles!!”
When he stopped I was bewildered, and I was all the more so when he let go of my hair and withdrew from me. I felt as though I was a candle that had been deprived of wick and I turned to face him.
“I didn’t mean--I apologise, Bunny--”
“What? Why? What for?”
“That.”
“What?” I asked, confused all the more, and he frowned.
“All of that shouting. I expected--I expected some small amount of discomfort, but all of this noise…I hadn’t thought I would cause that much pain. It was never my intention--”
“What! No! I’m not--that’s not--it’s good. I rather wish you hadn’t stopped, actually,” I grumbled, and he arched his brows and then he laughed in my face, further disgruntling me in doing so.
“Oh! Oh! Dear me, Bunny, you ought have warned me that you are quite vocal! I should have been prepared with something.”
“Like what?” I asked cautiously and he smiled mischievously at me, eyes glittering at his next words.
“Maybe next time. Shall we proceed?”
I flopped back down to show I was more than ready, and I heard his quiet chuckling as he resumed his place behind me.
He was not so careful as before and fairly rammed into me so that I winced and bit back tears, and when he began his pace anew I groaned as my hips began to follow along against my volition.
Raffles’s hand found my own and moved it to my cock, slowly sliding for me. His warm hand upon my own, forcing me to do abuse upon myself was a wicked thing on its own, but his soft, deep voice in my ear drove me entirely mad as I cried out. Immediately I tried to stop myself--I shouldn’t have it become the means of any joking!--and then he spoke.
“Go on. Come for me, my little rabbit,” he said, voice ragged as he took in a quick breath and I was undone in moments. I suppose I must have pushed him over the edge as he followed shortly after me and I drifted somewhere dark and comfortable. I couldn’t move--couldn’t think or do anything except doze, and I couldn’t say how long I remained as such until I felt Raffles dabbing at me with a portion of one of his sheets.
I felt shame again as I was fairly covered--fairly seeping--fluids from every avenue, both mine and his, and he tsked at me.
“The sheets will need cleaning, Bunny. Look what you’ve done.”
Once satisfied he let it fall off the side of the bed, drawing closer to plant a kiss upon my cheek before lifting my right arm and letting it drop limply to the mattress with a laugh. “My poor Bunny, worn and weary. Have I worked you too hard today?”
“No, no, I’m--I’m good. Everything’s fine,” I said with a slur to my words. I was lying--I didn’t think I could stand should he order me that I must.
He chuckled low in his throat, fingers winding through my damp locks. I gazed over at him as he propped himself up on one elbow, humming to himself. I sidled over to him, allowing my cheek to rest upon his sweaty chest as he sighed, and I listened to the rumbling of his voice.
“Should I get us a Sullivan?”
“Stay.”
“Don’t be so sentimental,” he chided yet he did not move, allowing me to rest my hand upon his stomach as he drew me closer.
I shut my eyes.
“You had me half-worried I’d done something wrong,” he murmured, tripping along the edge of sleep as he spoke. “’Like it, though. Not used to someone so…vocal. Should…like to hear it again.”
He pulled the second sheet lazily over us and sighed, and as I drifted into an exhausted dose he had his hand in my hair, playing with a damp lock as he hummed sleepily to himself.