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

and unquestionable purpose, pressed himself against Oliver’s erection, letting him penetrate him all the way. “Touch me,” he gasped and turned his head to kiss him.
    It was the last sinful comment, filled with undiluted passion that made Oliver pretty much lose his mind. With one hand he reached down and strok ed Winston’s full erection while the other hand grabbed Winston’s hipbone determinedly , and at last Oliver let himself thrust both hard and deep against him.
    In response , Winston uttered an unsteady gasp and a short cry that were promptly followed by his hot seeds. The scent of his semen and the feeling when Winston’s body involuntarily tighte ned around Oliver’s erection made Oliver’s mind explode with pure desire , and with a couple of final thrusts that he was unable to soften, he shoved hard against him. Oliver cried out when he felt his release leave him while he buried himself deep inside of him.
    Shaking slightly and out of breath, Oliver embraced him closely while it felt like t he whole world around them temporarily disappeared, leaving only him and his lover together alone in an unknown blank universe.
     
    *
     
    A few weeks later
     
    “I must say I am unexpectedly impressed by you, Mr Sanders,” Lord Henley said. “When you first arrived here at Wycliffe Castle , I had very little hope for you.”
    Oliver mumbled something non-commentary.
    “You see, I thought you were something of a quiet bookworm and that you would never be able to teach my son anything.”
    “Ah, well … ” Oliver said, unsure of how to reply. “Mr Henley is rather intelligent.”
    “Of course he is. He is my son , after all!” Lord Henle y said. “It was just … there have been many tutors here over the years , and no one have ever had managed to … what should I call it? Control him? If you know what I mean?”
    “I think so, my lord,” Oliver said and forced his though ts not to wander off.
    “I am glad that you have succeeded, nonetheless. I will give you a full reference. Although I would have preferred that you had informed me regarding the application to Cambridge beforehand,” Lord Henley said with a certain sharp edge in his tone.
    Oliver tried not to change position on the uncomfortable rococo chair in front of the well-polished pedestal writing desk . “I believe your son wanted it to be a surprise to you and Lady Henley,” he lied bravely. “I was not completely sure that his application would indeed be accepted, so that is why I did not want to say something about the matter.” Oliver finished somewhat lamely.
    Lord Henley gave him a flat stare that told him that he was not entirely convinced , and Oliver stifled the urge to remove his glasses and nervously polish them.
    The fact remained that Lord Henley had flown into a fit of rage that had been heard all over the castle when Winston finally had told him that he was leaving to Cambridge and that there was absolutely nothing they could do about it.
    Lord Henley was quiet , and after a pause that seemed to last forever , he rather abruptly changed the topic and said, “I heard that you have managed to finish that thesis of yours, is that correct?”
    “It is, my lord,” Oliver answered politely.
    “And what are your plans for the future, Mr Sanders?”
    “Well , ” Oliver said , “ a s a matter of fact, I have been offered a position as a fellow and a lecturer at University of Cambridge.”
    Lord Henley raised an eyebrow. “Have you indeed?” he said. “Well then , d o promise to keep an eye on my son while he is at Cambridge , in that case. He tends to have an unfortunate knack to get himself into trouble.”
    “I promis e, my lord. Thank you, my lord. ”
    Oliver left the library before the conversation managed to become even stranger, but he could not help letting a small smile escape his lips as he entered the dim corridor. If only he knew … Oliver thought.
     
    *
     
    “Are you ready?” Oliver asked.
    “Of course,” Winston said calmly.
    “And you have everything? You have packed sensibl y , I hope? Three years in Cambridge is quite a long time , after all.”
    “You are sounding like Mother now!” Winston complained.
    “I sincerely doubt that. Although I did speak to her this morning , and I promised that I will look after you. Both of your parents claim that you have a tendency to get into trouble. And you have already been expelled once if my memory serves me right,” Oliver said , a tad bit