Temptation ~ The second novelette from "Different Desire", a Gay Victorian Romance and Erotic novelette collection

the exciting thought of what Winston had asked him to do.
    “Good,” Winston mumbled , somewhat distracted , and turned around so that he lay flat on his belly. He spread his legs wide. “Come,” he begged.
    There was absolutely nothing that would have stopped Oliver from continuing at that moment. His experience with this type of lovemaking was sweet, but rare , and the sight of Winston as he touched himself slowly while he waited for Oliver was deeply arousing.
    Eagerly Oliver moved into position. He took the vial of oil and poured it liberally on to his own hard erection, massag ing himself with steady strokes. Winston’s eyes looked almost glazed over with desire , and his cheeks were rosy with excitement. His breath came in short uneven gasps that told Oliver that he was more than ready now. Without further delay, Oliver pressed himself firmly against the other young man’s buttocks, letting his hardness teasingly glide between the cleft of Winston’s bottom. Winston moaned and raised his hips willingly against him in the most encouraging way.
    “Slow, but deep,” Winston mumbled and gave him a lazy glance over his shoulder and a crooked half-smile that could have meant anything or ever ything.
    The sensation of the other young man rubbing himself against his naked body, so unmistakably excited and ready, was more than a little distracting , and Oliver pushed himself firmer, kissing his naked, pale shoulders and embracing him from behind. When he could not resist any more, Oliver reached down , and without hesitation, but still carefully , he pressed the tip of his erection against Winston’s secret opening.
    Oliver felt him involuntarily buck against him when he first entered him , slowly and steadily, but deep, just like Winston had asked of him. The oil made him glide easily ; however , Winston was still deliciously and incredibly tight , and it took all of Oliver ’s willpower not to grab Winston’s hips and pin him down and take him roughly. Oliver knew all too well that that would be rather rude, not to mention possibly quite painful for his lover. The key to this kind of lovemaking was patience and a certain amount of carefulness. And perhaps that was what made it so irresistible and deliriously wonderful?
    Sternly he pushed the sinful thoughts aside , and Oliver forced himself to hold still while he – instead of spreading his legs and ravishing the beautiful man underneath him – teasingly let his hands glide over Winston’s slender and muscular body and let him set his own pace.
    Oliver’s fingertips strok e d one of Winston’s nipples softly until he felt it grow small and hard under his touch, while his other hand wandered downwards and closed over Winston’s erection, stroking him up and down in steady motions until he heard Winston moan with pleasure and he started to move against Oliver, spreading his legs wider apart for him and gradually relaxing under his touch.
    His desire was already balanced on a thin edge , and Oliver felt an urgent pull of desperate longing that tempted him to continue and end it quickly and gloriously. There was something absolutely perfectly maddening about trying to hold back for as long as possible, but it was also deeply ar ousing and strangely excitin g at the same time. Oliver felt his desire increase with every moan and every movement from Winston , and he felt the tip of his hardness grow moist and heard him eagerly begging him to continue, to take him, but he still resisted even though he had to bi te his lips until he tasted the tang of blood to keep himself in control.
    And it was not until he heard Winston almost growling with pleasure while he arched his back like a cat and his fingernails dug into the flesh of Oliver’s thigh, only then did Oliver allow himself to cautiously start to thrust deliberately slow ly to meet Winston’s frantic movements. Oliver poured more oil over his erection , and the sight of his hardness gliding so easily now in and out made him clench his jaws , and his grip around Winston’s hips tightened involuntarily. He experimentally pushed a little bit deeper and began to increase the pace gradually. The sensation was incredibly intense , and the sight of his lover with closed eyes and half-opened mouth encouraged him to continue.
    “God, yes!” Winston moaned in reply , and he hastily changed position slightly so that he stood on all four s . Oliver felt Winston’s whole body gr o w rigid when he, with a clear