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dancing.
When the dance ends the figures continue to dance in Jean-Pierre's mind and he doesn't notice one of
them approaching until it plucks the goblet from his hand.
"What? Jean-Pierre's fingers clutch empty air and he blinks to refocus his eyes to glare at the laughing
face currently emptying his wine goblet. That's mine! he protests; makes a pointless attempt to
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recapture the now empty vessel.
"I was thirsty. Anyway, you weren't using it, the provocateur replies reasonably.
"That's beside the point, Jean-Pierre starts to sulk, just a little bit, although he can't help noticing the
finer points of the figure holding his goblet.
"So Maurice will get you another one. The somewhat grandiose reply is quickly followed by a grin.
And I'll find another for myself while I'm at it."
"Then Jean-Pierre will go with you, Jean-Pierre declares with a grin, taken by Maurice's sense of style.
At Maurice's prompting the two of them head out into the gardens, away from the well lit halls, each of
them carrying a full goblet and a number of small dainties, which are quickly consumed. Showing
familiarity with the grounds Maurice leads the way as they wander through the dark gardens, sipping at
their wine. Jean-Pierre finds himself telling Maurice about his family, his sisters and Papa, how Mama had
died when Annette was born and how Papa has brought the two of them to Paris to make suitable
matches. He says nothing about Pierre, although his thoughts keep coming back to the vampire, but he
doesn't conceal his distaste at the idea of marriage.
During the conversation they have drawn to a halt in the shadow of a broad tree, hidden from the house
by a thick hedge. As Jean-Pierre falls silent, expecting another question from his companion he realizes,
by the soft puff of breath on his cheek, that the other has stepped closer. He freezes, uncertain for a
moment, as a hand slides to cup the back of his head and soft lips brush across his cheek, seeking his
own in the dark. As the lips brush his soft and warm and a tongue caresses them hot and
wet Jean-Pierre sucks in a sudden breath, pressing a moan into the kiss. With one arm Jean-Pierre
pulls Maurice close, pressing the heat of their bodies together while he opens his lips, uncertain of what
he is doing but nevertheless hungry for it.
Seeming pleased by his response Maurice tightens his hand, delving into Jean-Pierre's mouth with needy
moans. Heedless of the goblet in his hand he wraps his other arm around Jean-Pierre, pressing their
groins together with a loader moan that is echoed by Jean-Pierre. Starting to pant Maurice pulls his head
back, licking Jean-Pierre's lips as they break control.
"We could go to my rooms, Maurice whispers, hips still moving. Do more...? he offers hopefully.
"Mmm ... More, Jean-Pierre murmurs, licking his lips and swallowing. That sounds good. I like the
idea of more."
"Good, Maurice replies with a smile, leaning forward to kiss Jean-Pierre again. Come with me."
"I can do that, murmurs Jean-Pierre, quick to follow when Maurice starts moving.
* * * *
The two of them slip through the crowd, pausing to refresh their goblets before disappearing off into the
rest of the house. Once out of sight Maurice starts running along hallways and up a back staircase with
Jean-Pierre close on his heels. When they get to his rooms Maurice closes and locks the door behind
them before leaning back on it, breathless from running. The two of them grin at each other and start
laughing while still gasping for breath. Then their eyes meet again and they go silent, both stepping
forward, hands grasping the back of heads for a bruising kiss.
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Jean-Pierre pulls back with a deep, gasping breath, running his tongue over his tender lips and watching
Maurice with needy eyes. Gasping himself Maurice smiles at him, attention caught by the flicking tongue.
Leaning forward he licks Jean-Pierre's lips with a soft tongue, eliciting a moan before pulling back and
taking Jean-Pierre's goblet from nerveless fingers.
"There are my rooms, Maurice comments, putting their goblets down on the table and moving across to
an open door. My bedroom is through here, he says, looking back at Jean-Pierre with a mixture of
invitation and nerves.
"I'd like to see that, Jean-Pierre replies with a smile, crossing the room he leans close to give Maurice a
light kiss.
Maurice leans into the kiss, his tongue slipping between Jean-Pierre's lips, and slides his arm around the
other's back to pull both of them gently through the doorway. He breaks the kiss long enough to see the
door properly shut before pressing Jean-Pierre against it and doing his best to slowly fuck the younger
man's mouth with his tongue.
It isn't long before Jean-Pierre is moaning into Maurice's mouth, his hands rubbing over the other's back
and his hips pressing forward to grind their erections together. Maurice's attempts at being deliberate
shatter along with his self-control and he leans harder against Jean-Pierre, attempting to devour the
other's mouth.
Maurice eventually pulls back and sucks in noisy breaths. Watching Jean-Pierre's face he starts undoing
the lacings on the other's breeches. Jean-Pierre pauses for a moment before smiling and fumbling to undo
Maurice's too.
Slipping his hand into Jean-Pierre's underwear, Maurice runs his fingers over Jean-Pierre's penis, smiling
in appreciation at its warm heft. His breath catching in his throat Jean-Pierre presses into the touch, his
own fingers more insistent. Maurice pushes Jean-Pierre's clothing out of the way so that he can stroke his
lover's cock, his fingers wrapped around it. Moving and thrusting into the hand Jean-Pierre finally gets his
own inside to caress Maurice and pulls him close for another kiss.
The kiss is enthusiastic and full of moans as they thrust into each other's grip, the soft skin of their cocks
sliding together with each thrust. Jean-Pierre is soon clinging to Maurice with one arm and leaning against
the door, as his legs feel weak with the rush of feeling. It is so much more intense than lying in bed with
only his own hand for company. His cries are muffled in Maurice's mouth as he shoots onto the other's
expensive clothing. Maurice makes a few more rough thrusts before making a similar mess of
Jean-Pierre's top.
"That was ... amazing, Jean-Pierre pants, trying to think of an appropriate adjective.
"Wait til you see what else we can do, Maurice declares with a cocky grin, pulling Jean-Pierre farther
into the room.
"We ... Shouldn't we get back out before we're missed? is Jean-Pierre's reluctant question.
"We've got plenty of time, Maurice reassures him. We'll just make sure that we are back when it's time
for you to leave."
Jean-Pierre smiles in agreement and lets Maurice draw him over to the large bed. When Maurice turns
around with a gesture at the bed Jean-Pierre notices the mess on his doublet.
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"Um ... sorry about that, Jean-Pierre gestures at the stain in embarrassment.
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dancing.
When the dance ends the figures continue to dance in Jean-Pierre's mind and he doesn't notice one of
them approaching until it plucks the goblet from his hand.
"What? Jean-Pierre's fingers clutch empty air and he blinks to refocus his eyes to glare at the laughing
face currently emptying his wine goblet. That's mine! he protests; makes a pointless attempt to
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recapture the now empty vessel.
"I was thirsty. Anyway, you weren't using it, the provocateur replies reasonably.
"That's beside the point, Jean-Pierre starts to sulk, just a little bit, although he can't help noticing the
finer points of the figure holding his goblet.
"So Maurice will get you another one. The somewhat grandiose reply is quickly followed by a grin.
And I'll find another for myself while I'm at it."
"Then Jean-Pierre will go with you, Jean-Pierre declares with a grin, taken by Maurice's sense of style.
At Maurice's prompting the two of them head out into the gardens, away from the well lit halls, each of
them carrying a full goblet and a number of small dainties, which are quickly consumed. Showing
familiarity with the grounds Maurice leads the way as they wander through the dark gardens, sipping at
their wine. Jean-Pierre finds himself telling Maurice about his family, his sisters and Papa, how Mama had
died when Annette was born and how Papa has brought the two of them to Paris to make suitable
matches. He says nothing about Pierre, although his thoughts keep coming back to the vampire, but he
doesn't conceal his distaste at the idea of marriage.
During the conversation they have drawn to a halt in the shadow of a broad tree, hidden from the house
by a thick hedge. As Jean-Pierre falls silent, expecting another question from his companion he realizes,
by the soft puff of breath on his cheek, that the other has stepped closer. He freezes, uncertain for a
moment, as a hand slides to cup the back of his head and soft lips brush across his cheek, seeking his
own in the dark. As the lips brush his soft and warm and a tongue caresses them hot and
wet Jean-Pierre sucks in a sudden breath, pressing a moan into the kiss. With one arm Jean-Pierre
pulls Maurice close, pressing the heat of their bodies together while he opens his lips, uncertain of what
he is doing but nevertheless hungry for it.
Seeming pleased by his response Maurice tightens his hand, delving into Jean-Pierre's mouth with needy
moans. Heedless of the goblet in his hand he wraps his other arm around Jean-Pierre, pressing their
groins together with a loader moan that is echoed by Jean-Pierre. Starting to pant Maurice pulls his head
back, licking Jean-Pierre's lips as they break control.
"We could go to my rooms, Maurice whispers, hips still moving. Do more...? he offers hopefully.
"Mmm ... More, Jean-Pierre murmurs, licking his lips and swallowing. That sounds good. I like the
idea of more."
"Good, Maurice replies with a smile, leaning forward to kiss Jean-Pierre again. Come with me."
"I can do that, murmurs Jean-Pierre, quick to follow when Maurice starts moving.
* * * *
The two of them slip through the crowd, pausing to refresh their goblets before disappearing off into the
rest of the house. Once out of sight Maurice starts running along hallways and up a back staircase with
Jean-Pierre close on his heels. When they get to his rooms Maurice closes and locks the door behind
them before leaning back on it, breathless from running. The two of them grin at each other and start
laughing while still gasping for breath. Then their eyes meet again and they go silent, both stepping
forward, hands grasping the back of heads for a bruising kiss.
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Jean-Pierre pulls back with a deep, gasping breath, running his tongue over his tender lips and watching
Maurice with needy eyes. Gasping himself Maurice smiles at him, attention caught by the flicking tongue.
Leaning forward he licks Jean-Pierre's lips with a soft tongue, eliciting a moan before pulling back and
taking Jean-Pierre's goblet from nerveless fingers.
"There are my rooms, Maurice comments, putting their goblets down on the table and moving across to
an open door. My bedroom is through here, he says, looking back at Jean-Pierre with a mixture of
invitation and nerves.
"I'd like to see that, Jean-Pierre replies with a smile, crossing the room he leans close to give Maurice a
light kiss.
Maurice leans into the kiss, his tongue slipping between Jean-Pierre's lips, and slides his arm around the
other's back to pull both of them gently through the doorway. He breaks the kiss long enough to see the
door properly shut before pressing Jean-Pierre against it and doing his best to slowly fuck the younger
man's mouth with his tongue.
It isn't long before Jean-Pierre is moaning into Maurice's mouth, his hands rubbing over the other's back
and his hips pressing forward to grind their erections together. Maurice's attempts at being deliberate
shatter along with his self-control and he leans harder against Jean-Pierre, attempting to devour the
other's mouth.
Maurice eventually pulls back and sucks in noisy breaths. Watching Jean-Pierre's face he starts undoing
the lacings on the other's breeches. Jean-Pierre pauses for a moment before smiling and fumbling to undo
Maurice's too.
Slipping his hand into Jean-Pierre's underwear, Maurice runs his fingers over Jean-Pierre's penis, smiling
in appreciation at its warm heft. His breath catching in his throat Jean-Pierre presses into the touch, his
own fingers more insistent. Maurice pushes Jean-Pierre's clothing out of the way so that he can stroke his
lover's cock, his fingers wrapped around it. Moving and thrusting into the hand Jean-Pierre finally gets his
own inside to caress Maurice and pulls him close for another kiss.
The kiss is enthusiastic and full of moans as they thrust into each other's grip, the soft skin of their cocks
sliding together with each thrust. Jean-Pierre is soon clinging to Maurice with one arm and leaning against
the door, as his legs feel weak with the rush of feeling. It is so much more intense than lying in bed with
only his own hand for company. His cries are muffled in Maurice's mouth as he shoots onto the other's
expensive clothing. Maurice makes a few more rough thrusts before making a similar mess of
Jean-Pierre's top.
"That was ... amazing, Jean-Pierre pants, trying to think of an appropriate adjective.
"Wait til you see what else we can do, Maurice declares with a cocky grin, pulling Jean-Pierre farther
into the room.
"We ... Shouldn't we get back out before we're missed? is Jean-Pierre's reluctant question.
"We've got plenty of time, Maurice reassures him. We'll just make sure that we are back when it's time
for you to leave."
Jean-Pierre smiles in agreement and lets Maurice draw him over to the large bed. When Maurice turns
around with a gesture at the bed Jean-Pierre notices the mess on his doublet.
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"Um ... sorry about that, Jean-Pierre gestures at the stain in embarrassment.
"Oh, Maurice glances at it before smiling at Jean-Pierre. That's alright. We made a mess of yours too. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]