Well-Tailored Read online Silvia Violet (Thorne and Dash #4)

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Thorne and Dash Series by Silvia Violet
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
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Darius said he wanted their next game to involve Marc in his Regency costume. So knowing they’d have some long nights in a plush hotel, Marc had added the costume to his suitcase.

He adjusted the cravat and took in his appearance. Ugh. He looked ridiculous.

No, he looked hot as hell, but he felt ridiculous. Was he really going to step out of the bathroom like he thought he was Mr. Darcy come to life? Well, more like Mr. Bingley; Darius would make the better Darcy: arrogant, prideful, struggling to admit how he felt. Maybe he should make Darius his own ensemble. As that fantasy spun in his mind, Darius hollered through the door, “Are you going to stay in there all day? We’ve got a luxury suite to defile.”

On the other hand, Darius with his modern sensibilities was nice too.

Marc took a deep breath and opened the door. When Darius saw him, he froze. That was a good start.

“Turn around,” Darius ordered.

Marc did a slow revolution, glancing over his shoulder to confirm that Darius liked his ass in the pants as much as he expected. Yes, he did.

Suddenly Marc wasn’t nervous anymore. In fact, he was going to see just how far he could push things in a new direction.

When he was facing Darius again, Marc gave him a slow once-over with a haughty expression. “You love this, don’t you, the tight pants, the cravat, the well-cut coat.”

“Fuck yes I do.”

Darius took a step toward him, but Marc sidestepped him. “So do I. I like how I feel in it. I like how you look at me, and I’d like to fuck your ass while wearing it.”

Darius couldn’t have looked more shocked.

“Is that a yes?”

Darius licked his lips. “I like you like this.”

“Good.”

“But I…” He looked uncharacteristically uncertain.

“I want to be in charge, but I’ll go as slow as you want and stop if you need me to.”

“And you’ll stay in costume?” Darius asked.

“Oh yes.”

Marc hadn’t realized just how much he’d like dressing up for Darius. He’d worn special outfits before, ones he knew partners or clients would enjoy, but never a true costume. In these delicious pants and boots he felt like a Regency lord, one who was more than ready to give orders. He waved his hand at Darius. “Well, get on with it.”

Darius glared at him.

“I want you naked.”

“And I was supposed to read your mind?”

“Fuck, yes. You wanted aristocratic arrogance, and you’ve got it.”

Darius’s expression didn’t soften, but he pulled his sweater over his head and tossed it on a chair. Then he toed off his shoes, undid his pants, and managed to remove them, his briefs, and his socks in one go. Marc closed the distance between them with a few careful steps, making sure to display himself to advantage.

Darius reached down and stroked his cock. “Are you going to fuck me or just play around?”

“No need to rush. We have plenty of time.”

Darius kept working his cock.

Marc gave him a look of disdain. “Or you can just finish yourself off, and I’ll go change.”

“Arsehole,” Darius grumbled, but he dropped his hand to his side.

Marc knelt, and Darius gasped when he licked up the precum that had beaded at the tip. Marc sucked him then. Damn, he loved the taste of Darius. He pulled off and lifted Darius’s shaft out of the way so he could give his balls some attention. He loved the way Darius smelled there, so potent and fuckable. He sucked on a few of his fingers to slick them up, capturing Darius’s gaze as he did so. Darius’s eyes widened, and he tensed.

Marc pulled his fingers from his mouth with an intentional pop, which made Darius smile. “Relax. You’re going to fucking love this.”

Marc took Darius’s cock back into his mouth as he eased a finger into his ass. As Marc took him deeper and rubbed his tongue against his shaft, he relaxed and let Marc in. Marc continued licking and sucking as he eased the digit in and out.

Darius’s breath was ragged by the time Marc added a second finger. He tensed again as Marc stretched him wider.

“Breathe and relax.” Marc held his gaze while he tongued Darius’s slit, and Darius seemed to forget all about keeping him out. Marc pressed his fingers inside Darius’s ass as far as they would go. Then he started finger-fucking him, slow at first and then faster.

When he brushed Darius’s sweet spot, Darius cried out. “Oh my fucking God.”

“Mmmm,” Marc hummed around his cock, and then he did it again and again.

When he felt Darius’s balls tighten, he knew he had to stop. He pulled his fingers out and sat back. “On the bed.”

Darius didn’t hesitate to obey.

As much as Marc loved how the costume made him feel and how it made Darius even hornier than usual, he needed more freedom of movement for a satisfactory fuck. He removed his jacket and then his waistcoat. Darius watched intently, giving his cock slow strokes. Marc considered ordering him to stop but decided he liked watching him too much.


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