The house was dark. Derry mounted the stairs with quiet footfalls that did not echo throughout the hall. Like the unheard patter of mice in the walls, he passed along without notice. He did not even bother with a candle, on the off-chance that someone was awake to see it. He didn't need it. He had good eyes for the darkness.

His glance lay on the door across before he went to his room. His valet was waiting patiently, organising his clothes for night and getting tomorrow's undergarments prepared. He didn't say a word, just gave the man a meaningful look and took off his own cravat. The older man nodded dutifully and slipped away down the corridor to his own bed.

Derry looked at the clock on the mantle and slipped his jacket from his shoulders. He tossed the clothing onto a chair, and pulled on the black silk robe that his valet had gotten out for him over his disheveled state. He tied the waist loosely and then glanced at the clock again. Low would probably be pacing in anticipation if he knew the boy at all. Too much energy.

Lord Darian slipped back into the hall in only his bare feet. His eyes didn't bother to glance around. They focused on the shadows he had to avoid in the corridor to move soundlessly. His hand raised to knock, then lowered to simply open the door instead. Better not make a sound. Low turned towards him with a slight hitch in his breath and then flew across the room into his arms.

"I worried you had changed your mind." He breathed into his brother's wide chest. Derry wrapped his arms around and petted the boy gently.

"No. You may still change yours though. Say the words and I shall stay or go at your command." He promised the lad with a wistful smile.

"Stay. Please stay with me." He gripped the older man's waist with strength and determination. He felt his hair being carded by strong fingers and sighed in content.

"As you wish." Derry replied gently. Low looked up at him and then at his lips. Derry answered the unspoken request, and leaned down to kiss him. Their mouths opened as one and tongues danced together in a sensual duet.

"Show me Derry. Show me how to please you." The cheeks were stained pink with a blush as the words spilled out of his innocent mouth. Derry's eyes darkened and he devoured him again with a fierce kiss.

"You please me, always Low. It does not matter what, but it pleases me." He told the boy fervently. Low smiled back at him. He looked down at his state of undress and moved to make it worsened. He pulled Derry's shirt untucked, drew the laces undone, and pulled the waist of his robe open.

"I want to know everything. How to touch you, how to kiss you, and how join with you. Will you show me, Derry?" He pleaded with the elder man, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes that seemed a little petulant. He was adorable to Derry's eyes, and could not help but smile at the words.

"You already know how to kiss me... Shall you touch me next?" He took the lad's hands and placed them on his hard muscled chest. Low nodded eagerly and pressed his fingers against him searchingly.

"You like me to touch you here?" He asked as he felt the strong torso with his roughened hands. Derry smiled and grasped his wrists, moving him to stroking down the planes and valleys of his sculpted muscles instead of just pressing them.

"Pet me, Low. Feel me. Explore me." He whispered to the lad encouragingly. Low blushed at the words, but did as he was asked. His hands moved up and down, stroking the warm body and moving out to touch each scar and freckle that was normally hidden beneath the fine clothes he normally wore.

As he recalled the time by the lake, he moved so that he could place his mouth on Derry's chest too. He tasted the hot flesh beneath his lips and tongue, revelling in the shiver that passed through his elder man's body at the actions. He licked the small raised bumps of his scars now, and sucked upon the nubs of his dusky nipples.

"Good... Do as you wish Low... Taste me..." Derry's passion soaked words filtered through to inspire the lad even more. He pulled the fabric from Derry's body greedily. Tearing at the man's trousers so they would fall to the floor in a pool at his ankles. Trapping him there so Low might have his way with him.

He stroked down the thickening flesh that rose from between his legs. Derry's breath gasped and he swayed into Low's touch. The younger's hands swept over his lean stomach and around to his thighs teasingly. Derry held his breath as Low sank to his knees before him and stared at the flesh he had swallowed once before.

It seemed larger as it stood erect in front of him now. The skin was ruddy and looked as velvet in the low light. He reached with his hands to cup it, and stroked the tender flesh in his warm hands. He watched the skin flex and churn from his pawing. He looked up to see the strained face of his elder, the near pleading in his eyes, and took it into his mouth again.

Their eyes held together as Derry sank into the warm cavern. Low's eyes teared a bit at the stretch of his lips and push on his inner most throat. He felt hands stroke his hair and pet his face gently as he pulled off and sank on it again. This time he tried to take him deeper. He wanted him to the very base if he could manage it.

"Easy Low. Relax yourself. You don't need to push it." Derry soothed him from overhead. Low took deep breaths as he pulled off and licked about the end to keep it from dripping. He sucked it back inside and sighed out, relaxing his mouth as he buried it inside. It pushed at the back and slid deeper, cutting off his air as he swallowed around it.

His mouth filled with saliva and his chest burned a few seconds before he pulled back and it slid out. He took steadying breaths and tried again to get it all in. His mucus coated his throat and the hard meat that he slid down into it. He held his breath and closed his eyes, pushing down until the scratching of hairs tickled his nose.

His was head tipped back and he clutched the strong thighs before him. He opened his tearing eyes to look up at the man over him. His dearest Lord Darian stared down at him with pride and passion. He forgot all else as he was pulled back to breathe and gasp a few moments before pushing himself forward again to swallow.

It was suffocating to be filled so deep with him. The senses were screaming at him to move the large flesh that blocked his air. His body was limp and relaxed with the knowledge that Derry would never hurt him. He would know when to give him air again. He would move him and take pleasure in his mouth and throat.

The strong hands upon his head were gentle. The movements were careful and sensual. He gasped each time he was pulled back and Derry's voice soothed him with its praising. His face was flushed and he was a bit light-headed. His eyes were gleaming and unfocused. His hair was tousled worse than any romp about the estate.

"So beautiful. My dearest Lowell." Derry pulled back and painted the lad's face with his hot seed. The younger did not even flinch at the sensation, completely boneless and subservient at Derry's feet. The elder smiled down at the sight and sighed as he pushed the cumm into the lad's mouth unresisting.

Low caught on quickly, and suckled the fingers coated with it to clean them. Derry pulled him up and stripped the few clothes from him efficiently and quickly, rendering him naked before him. Low was too dazed to be embarrassed. He stood as the elder man's hot eyes trailed over the youthful but strong body before him.

"Simply perfection." He murmured as his hands stroked over the soft yet firm skin of the lad. Low trembled at the ticklish feeling that fluttered over him when those fingers brushed his sides and over his stomach. He smiled and looked up proudly at the man who seemed to worship his body with his eyes and hands.

"Will you... Do you want to... er..." His fumbling words belied his confident posture, as he was not sure how to ask the question. Would Derry take his innocence? The strong body pressed forward against him and Derry's firm lips descended upon the lad's to quiet him. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back to accept the searching tongue.

"If you want me to, Low." He replied, his hands stroking down the younger's back with an almost soothing and coaxing sensation. Low nodded his head, too embarrassed to say it aloud. He wanted him. He wanted everything. He wanted more. His arms hugged the figure before him, afraid he would refuse.

Derry didn't move though. He neither shied away nor came closer. He neither moved upon him more or shoved him away. He just waited and watched Low's face. He saw the emotions that flitted across the expressive expanse and the blush that coated the cheeks in confusion. He raised a brow at the boy, as if to say "well?"

"I want you to." He finally managed to say, his embarrassment keen and eyes lowered away from the elder man's. He gasped as the strong arms about him lifted his body up and carried him against the amazing man before him. Derry smiled at him with a bit of excitement.

"Come to bed then, Low. I shall teach you amazing things we can do together." His eyes twinkled with amusement and danger. Low was captivated and only hummed to agree.

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