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"father, i am incredibly sorry to be so frank with you, but this is utter bullshit!"
the queen gasps, "thomathy! language!" but before her insistancies can be apologized for by her son, the king quickly yells back at him.
"what you want to believe is 'utter bullshit' and not is beyond my concern! you have known your entire life this was how it was meant to be." he huffs, his attempt at keeping his cool is weakening as his son continues. his ability to remain calm during stressful inter-kingdom interactions was one to be admired, yet when tommy raised his voice at him, his tranquility seemed to fly out the grand stained-glass windows that decorated the castle.
this was one of many arguments that had taken place between king philza and prince tommy over the boy's impending arranged marriage, an arranged marriage which holds the serenity of the kingdoms that share the land in its hands. the arguments have grown much more frequent as the days to the wedding date count down, spreading from the few family meals they got to have to the prince simply storming into his father's working room in a riot. and not even their mother and wife, queen kristen, could calm the raging flame between them.
"i never cared that this is what's meant to be, it is and will always be my life! my life, father!" the agreement of the marriage was made when tommy was only but a clump of cells in his mother's womb. his entire life and love was signed away in some treaty before he'd even taken his first breath on this earth. how poposterously stupid was that!
phil only scoffs at the other's words, "do you know how many times i've risked my life for this kingdom? countless times! now stop trying to risk the safety of this entire land because you're upset about marrying the princess!" he readjusts his mantle, composing his presentation and posture to its neat order, "who, might i add, is seen to be the most beautiful lady in all the land."
"i could care much less of how beautiful she is! you got to choose mother as your bride, why shall i not be given the same opportunity?"
"because when i married your mother the kingdoms were fine, at their peak unity. but now we must make sacrifices, for 'tis no longer at the peak it once saw."
tommy hums in an amused tone, crossing his arms, "and who is to blame for that, father?"
"you know nothing-"
"oh i know plenty, father. i know full well the rubble you've brought this kingdom to. you'll see, when i am king, i will never rule the way you have."
"well, that is truly wonderful, tom. i look forward to the day i get to see my first and only son take the throne" he raises his volume as he begins to leave this area of the fortress, "with the wife he's been assigned to marry beside him as his queen!"
tommy gives an exaggerated groan before storming off in the opposite direction.
the queen turns to the brunette servant whom had been standing silently this entire time, "william" the servant looks to her and gives a hum, "please make sure he doesn't do anything."
he nods, "yes, your highness."
wilbur makes his way across the castle's floors of marble, his shoes making quiet clicks that send echoes through the grand estate with each serene step. he was in no rush to chase after the prince as he travels up the stairs, eventually reaching the large doors he knows to belong to tommy's bedroom. he knocks against one firmly.
"i don't want to talk to you, phil! s- so go away!"
wilbur looks around for a second, knowing he couldn't be caught dead talking to the prince in such an improper manner, "tommy, we both know damn well the king would never come running through the castle to apologize after an argument."
he hears a weak chuckle from the other side of the door, making a small smile form on his face before he hears the handle being turned. tommy opens the door with watery eyes and tear-stained cheeks, sniffling and wiping his eye with his wrist before looking up at wilbur. "hey"
wilbur only sighs at the image before reaching inside his tailcoat and pulling out a clean handkerchief to hand to the other. tommy accepts it with a small grudge before opening the door wider and walking back into the room, silently inviting wilbur in. the servant takes one last look around before stepping inside the bedroom and shutting the door carefully behind him.
"do you wish to talk?" wilbur asks, watching as the boy flops down on his bed with a heavy sigh.
"there isn't a lot to be talked about, though, is there? i get no say in my life, 'tis the way it is." tommy's hopeless, it hurts wilbur to see.
"you do have say, tommy, i can assure you that much."
"but is there a point in my speech if it goes unheard?"
wilbur sighs again. no matter how hard he may wish he can, there is nothing he can change about this situation. it is something truly set in stone at this point in his life, there is nothing tommy or some simple servant can do about that. "i can leave you be if you so wish"
"no!" he cringes at his own volume, "please, don't leave me, wilbur."
wilbur nods, rubbing his clothed hands together as he still stands in the middle of the room.
"will you come lay with me?"
"tommy, i do not think-"
"i meant lay beside me, wilbur." he chuckles softly at the man. wilbur can't help but smile back as he steps closer, petting down the train of his tailcoat as he sits on the mattress before laying back next to tommy, staring up at the metallic gold ceiling of the bed frame which displays a blurred reflection of the two beside each other.
they fall into a few minutes of comfortable silence, both admiring the image above them. it didn't take tommy long to reach over and grab one of the man's gloved hands, placing it between them and squeezing lightly with a small sigh.
eventually, the blonde turns his head to the other, "wilbur?"
wilbur also turns his head to face him, "yes, tommy?"
he hates having to ask, it reminds him too much of the reality of their hierarchy positions, but he knows wilbur would never allow himself to do something without request.
"may you please kiss me?"
"of course, tommy."
before wilbur can even lean forward tommy's already hurried to connect their lips, placing the hand not intertwined with wilbur's on the side of the man's face. they both breathe out through their noses, relieved to feel the other on their lips once again. this kiss is chaste but nice, the most comforting thing tommy could ever ask for.
when the younger's tongue licks at the other's lips, wilbur pulls away instead of allowing him to deepen the kiss. tommy whines, "c'mon, wilbur."
"i am not denying you your request, si- tommy," he assures, almost slipping up on the one thing tommy's always asked him not to call him, saying it felt too proper for the rather improper relations the two carried behind closed doors, "simply let me lock your doors first."
"oh" tommy looks away in embarrassment of his incorrect assumptions and retracts his hand from the man's cheek, wilbur only chuckling before pulling away.
wilbur hurries over to lock the doors, checking them twice before turning back towards tommy, stepping towards the middle of the room while saying "now, where were we?"
tommy smiles and stands to meet him, "if i recall correctly, i believe we were somewhere right about.." he places the taller's hands on his waist and takes one last step closer, "here."
wilbur smiles down at him for a moment, simply admiring those baby blue irises and soft pink lips he's grown to favour all these years he's worked as both a mere castle servant and tommy's right-hand butler. "tommy.." he says hesitantly, his small smile still refusing to leave his face.
"wilbur..?" he quirks an eyebrow, slightly confused.
"you know i can not be the one to instigate mistress affairs."
"oh my lord wilbur, you're such a prick sometimes." tommy says, rolling his eyes with a smile before holding the man's face between his hands and pulling him into a kiss. this time when tommy's tongue immediately requests access, he's granted his request, their tongues falling into a graceful ballad of dance.
being in the man's arms while his tongue tangles with his so delicately, it's a pleasant feeling. but tommy's never been a fan of pleasantry over pleasure . he wants more.
he starts with wilbur's satin gloves, gripping at the hands on his waist to peel off the white fabric one at a time and discard it somewhere on the ground. then he moves to his tailcoat, never breaking their kiss as he begins to undo it. sure, all the buttons were quite excessive, but it was worth it in the end to see the man's figure revealed once the layer was removed. once the thick black item of clothing—that tommy should probably treat with more care—is also thrown to the floor, tommy's quick to let his hands roam over the man's waistcoat, lavishing in his slim but strong torso.
the kiss grows hungry as tommy's hands feel around wilbur, one of them rising up to grip his brunette curls and getting a soft groan from the other. he starts to lean back, taking a step back, then another, and another, wilbur being forced to follow his lead until they fall against a wall.
when their lips part to catch a few breaths, tommy takes his chance to say something, "wilbur"
"yes?" he looks directly at tommy, the younger's arms wrapped around his neck.
"could you, uhm, could you.." when he struggles to find his words, he instinctively glances down to his own crotch, eyes immediately shooting back up after seeing how prominent his bulge had gotten.
wilbur's eyes follow the boy's path to discover what he was trying to say, finding the obvious answer when he does, "do you need me to help you with that, tommy?"
tommy nods more urgently than he means to, "please." he tilts his head back and whines a bit, "quickly."
without wasting any more time, wilbur rapidly rolls up his sleeves and drops to his knees saying, "as you wish, sir." name slips from his lips accidentally but he plays it off as more of a tease. he knows somewhere deep in the boy's mind he had a liking for being referred to as a higher power in these situations, any young prince would.
his fingers go to the button of tommy's royal blue trousers before looking up at the boy, "may i?" tommy nods ferociously and wilbur unbuttons the button, drawing the zipper before hooking his fingers under his waistband and tugging his underwear and pants down enough to free his cock.
wilbur ignores the hiss tommy gives from his lower regions being exposed as he softly grips him, rubbing a thumb in his slit before spreading some of his precum in a slow stroke. "make me aware if my actions need to be stopped." the brunette watches tommy nod before taking his tip in his mouth, slightly suckling on it before taking a little more in. tommy lets out a soft groan at the feeling, mentally reminding himself to stay quiet since this was no secluded spot in the vast garden under the midnight moonlight.
this was far from the first time they'd engaged in things like this, especially something as simple as quick oral or handjobs. wilbur was the first thing the prince came to in need of comfort or a certain type of stress-relieving.
tommy watches as wilbur works his way down his length, his mouth eventually taking the boy to his base. wilbur was such a pretty man already, it was the main reason the simple servant had caught his eye when he was still just a young boy. the tall slender frame and soft mocha curls, charming homely smile and adorable round reading glasses. he was surely a pleasant sight to see around the castle, and definitely an even hotter sight to see on his knees for tommy.
but as pretty as he is, when wilbur starts moving his mouth up and down tommy's cock at a moderate pace tommy is forced to tilt his head back and cover his mouth with one of his hands while the other finds its way to tangle in the brunette's locks. wilbur manages a quick glance up at tommy, mentally melting when he sees the mess he's already turning into. blonde curls that have become undone from their neat shaping, wilbur's hands during their kissing most likely being responsible. heated skin turned flushed around his ears and the bit of chest that can be seen from the top two buttons of his dress shirt being undone, a rather cute argument wilbur's overheard between tommy and the queen about the 'immodest' look of how he wore them. and the soft moans being muffled into tommy's palm, lord they drove wilbur crazy. overall, he was glad to see tommy was being taken care of properly.
it was simply his responsibility, his job and calling of service. wilbur was personally acquainted to the young prince—much to the blonde boy's request—to make sure his every need was sorted and to keep him well. this was only part of tommy's needs, and it was wilbur's one duty to make sure he was taken care of in every aspect. or, that's at least what wilbur always told himself. he knew very well that if anyone else found out about some of his ways of servicing the kingdom's only royal child there is no doubt that he—and only him—would face severe consequences. but nonetheless, it was his duty to serve
his
the prince. and how could he ever say no to those baby blue eyes staring up at him?
wilbur places his hands on the boy's hips for some light support as he bobs his head up and down his length faster, already feeling tommy twitching in his mouth and jolting his hips at random. to help, tommy grips his handful of wilbur's hair tighter and drags him back and forth, the action causing wilbur to let out a few moans which add vibrations against his cock.
tommy's hand moves from his mouth to give him the extra breath he needs, "fucking- fuckin' hell, wilbur. dear lord, who let you be so good at this."
wilbur would smile over the fumbled praise if his mouth wasn't so full, so in response he instead hums more around tommy's cock. and it isn't long before he feels himself being harshly tugged off tommy entirely, the boy keening high in his throat as his cum shoots out in ropes. once he completely finishes wilbur leans back forward to lick up some of the excess liquid on tommy's tip, a smirk tilting at his lips when tommy's hips jolt forward slightly and he has to slap a hand over his mouth again, breathing out heavily with his eyes screwed shut. it would be rude for wilbur to not help clean tommy up a little.
wilbur then stands, ignoring the slight ache in his knees as he quickly begins to put himself back together while the other tries to regain himself after shoving his cock back in his trousers. but as he's working on rolling down one of his sleeves and fixing the cuff back into its intended place, he's stopped by tommy's grip.
wilbur momentarily freezes, "is something wrong, tommy?"
"yes," there's a look in tommy's eyes wilbur can't quite decipher, "something is very wrong."
"well, what is it?" a slight concern paints his face when tommy doesn't elaborate.
"you're leaving."
"well now, tommy, i can not stay here forever."
"but i haven't dismissed you." he steps forward, fully recovered from his orgasm now as confidence insues back in him, "in fact, i am still very much in need of your service, william."
tommy only uses that name for the other when he's up to something.
before wilbur can answer he brings him into another kiss, instantly deepening it. tommy's hands then fly to unbutton wilbur's waistcoat, the man naturally helping him discard of it. wilbur couldn't even process what tommy was actually doing, too entranced by his tender kiss. tommy has a way of doing that, luring in and hypnotising wilbur, he'd almost accuse the boy of being a witch with this certain magic he only chooses to hex wilbur with. tommy undoes quite a few of wilbur's dress shirt buttons to grant himself access to the man's full neck and chest before removing his lips from wilbur's to busy them on his fair skin instead.
tommy had a liking for littering wilbur in his gentle bruises and lovebites, it was one of the only things wilbur could not do the same in return. why tommy did this? wilbur was not sure. it certainly only embarrassed the man when his best friend and the lady's maid, niki, noticed the marks, making wilbur blush while having to pretend they were from some unimportant lover from the village.
"tommy" he only receives a hum from the other in response, "what are you doing?"
"i want to go further." tommy murmurs against his skin before biting down particularly hard, making wilbur groan.
"f- further? tommy i'm not sure.." it was hard to focus when tommy licks over his recent bite as a sort of apology, "i must remind you that it is broad daylight." they'd gone 'further' before, but only in the midst of a quiet night when tommy requested for wilbur to meet him somewhere secret and isolated. and tommy's bedroom with his window curtains drawn to welcome the midday sunlight while plenty of castle staff are sure to walk by just outside the door is far from secluded.
"wilbur?" the tone he says the man's name in makes it sound much more like a way of addressing than a request of his attention.
"yes?" tommy's stopped his movements now, simply pressed against the other with one hand on the back of his neck while wilbur does his best as to not shiver with every hot breath of tommy's that hits his skin.
"who are you?" a simple question.
"i'm- i am" it was much harder to remember who he really was in accordance to tommy in these moments, "your right-hand butler and footman, sir."
"and what is your job as my right-hand butler and footman, william?" his tone was light but condescending.
"to serve you and carry out all your needs and orders," he lets out a short sigh, knowing exactly what tommy is meaning by reminding him of these things, "sir."
tommy hums warmly with a smile as he resumes his ways, tasseling with the button of wilbur's trousers, "very good."
wilbur tries to bite his tongue but he can't, much more thoughtful of the reality of what would happen if they were to be caught. the reality that would change nothing for the soon-to-be-wed prince tommy and everything for wilbur, "but seriously tommy, i still do not believe this is a very good ide- ah!" now he has to be the one to slap a hand over his mouth as the other shoves a hand down his pants to palm him through only his underwear.
he wouldn't have had such an extreme reaction if his cock wasn't already hard and aching. it was quite shameful getting erect only from sucking off the boy, but he couldn't help it watching tommy's head tilt back while hearing quiet moans of his name falling from his pretty lips.
"now," tommy forces wilbur to look him in the eye with the tightening grip he has on the back of his neck, "i order you to fuck me."
wilbur groans softly at the friction against him before speaking lowly against the shell of tommy's ear, "as you wish, sir."
tommy can't help the small noise he makes when wilbur takes advantage of his shirt not being tucked in, large hands sliding under the fabric to grip at his waist. the grip is rather harsh—not that tommy was complaining—and causes him to wrap his arms around the man's neck as he continues to dust his skin with wet kisses.
"tommy" he says calmly.
"yes?" his voice is fainter than before, he's slipping into some sort of mindset.
"lie on the bed, will you?" the words could be so assertive, dominant even, if wilbur wanted them to be. but they weren't, they were still gentle as always. the always gentle words tommy found immense comfort in.
tommy complies without hesitation, delatching from wilbur to lay back on the bed. wilbur almost gets lost in the simple yet incredibly tempting image of the boy laid on his neatly made bed before snapping out of it. "do you have any lube?"
tommy answers by simply pointing to his bedside table, wilbur immediately opens the drawer to find a small bottle awaiting its next use. wilbur isn't surprised he has it, he's still a teenage boy after all, he only wonders more how he managed to get it considering every item to enter the castle has to be authorized before given to tommy, and he knew well that there was no way tommy was able to leave the castle alone. but then again the cheeky little bastard always had his ways.
before he can turn away, wilbur also spots a few condom packets in the drawer, picking one up and looking at tommy while quirking an eyebrow. "what? i have them just in case."
"just in case of what? i know you do not have many young maidens venturing up to your bedroom often."
"i have them just in case you forget to bring some to our little after-dusk meetups, prick."
"how thoughtful"
"oh shut up"
wilbur chuckles before returning to the boy, placing the contraceptives to the side as his hands return to tommy's torso. it's a nice touch to get to have, the baby-soft skin that greeted his palms, the way tommy shivers slightly when the man's thumbs 'accidentally' graze the hardened buds of his nipples. but he can't touch for long—even though tommy wouldn't mind if he did it for forever—he has one clear job here and he needs to get on with it.
"do you mind discarding of these pesky clothes for me?" wilbur's endearing voice made any words tommy may have to say catch in his throat and stay there, so instead he nods before quickly undoing the buttons of his dress shirt then kicking off his trousers then finally taking a breath before pulling off off his boxers and discarding them on the floor. it isn't that he's nervous at all, the action in itself was just awfully exposing.
when wilbur begins to undo the last few buttons of his own dress shirt tommy is quick to stop him, "wait! let me undress you..please."
wilbur is pleasantly taken aback by tommy's eagerness, simply taking his hands away as consent for tommy to do what he wishes. it doesn't take long for them both to be completely bare, tommy's bedroom probably looking the dirtiest it ever has with the discarded items of clothing scattered all over the floor. tommy picks up a habit of staring he most likely doesn't even realize, absorbing the man's features like he never had before due to them being painted beautifully in the warm sunlight. the bright but soft white-yellow lighting hitting his figure is practically bewitching, it makes him seem like an artistic piece generously glamoured by a sculptor rather than some young man whom worked day and night under higher-powers.
as precious as the sight of those rich—with majority lust and novelty—eyes staring at his body as though it was the most prized attraction in an art exhibit, they didn't have all day. they knew that. or at least wilbur did. "you can lay back on the bed now."
tommy's eyes dart up to wilbur's, lips parted as if he was going to stutter out something in the sudden embarrassment he felt for getting caught staring, but he saves himself the further fluster by silently moving back to lay in the middle of his bed. he makes sure to leave more the enough room for wilbur to sit between his legs, a gesture wilbur immediately carries out by gently positioning tommy's thighs to drape over his own.
tommy watches in admiring silence as wilbur clicks open the set-aside bottle and squeezes a decent amount of lube onto his fingers. once the lube is spread over his digits he leans over the boy while he waits for the substance to warm up, propping an elbow near his head so that their breaths begin to mesh.
"may-"
"yes"
wilbur chuckles lightly at the dire response before connecting their lips. tommy's hands rush to hold wilbur's face while slightly parting his lips to let the other's tongue happily greet his own once again. tommy's so lost in the wet heat of wilbur's mouth he doesn't even notice the finger pressing at his hole—which was the plan—until it's pushed inside to the first knuckle, then the second, then finally to the base. when he feels tommy sigh out through his nose and completely relax around the small intrusion, he takes it as a sign to begin pushing his finger in and out. neither of them dare to break the kiss the entire time wilbur stretches tommy, something the prince appreciates greatly, knowing wilbur did it on purpose to help keep him comfortable throughout the most uncomfortable and exposing part of it all.
when wilbur deems his hole stretched enough he's just barely able to pull himself off the boy's passionate lips, murmuring, "tommy, 'm gonna remove my fingers now, okay?" once the boy nods he pulls his fingers from his hole, tommy unable to help the small whine that escapes from his lips at the loss of having something inside him. but he knows something even better is soon to return.
tommy finds the way wilbur efficiently tears the condom packet with his teeth much hotter than he'd ever admit while watching the man now sat up between his legs stretch the rubber along his length. tommy squirms a little in anticipation when wilbur squeezes some lube onto his cock, disturbing the beautifully lidded eyes and slightly parted lips by catching a glance from wilbur, "do not worry, my- tommy, just one more moment.."
as wilbur properly distributes the thick liquid, tommy can't help but focus on the near-slip. my what? he wants so badly to hear the things wilbur would call him or say to him if they were in any other situation. but alas, this was no other situation, and they both knew that any feelings that may occur inside them needed to forever stay far away from these castle walls. especially in scenarios like this. feelings would only add conflict and pain, and they had already certainly destroyed enough boundaries that should never be crossed as is. even they knew where to draw the line.
wilbur places a hand on tommy's hip while the other holds his hard-on, "may i insert myself now?"
tommy would laugh at wilbur's polite and appropriate language even when he was about to fuck the boy, but he knows that was only how wilbur was trained to be and honestly it's quite cute, "yes, you may." as wilbur lines up his appendage with tommy's hole the younger stops him by gently reaching out to grip the hand on his waist, "and wilbur, please, do not hesitate to go hard. i grant you with all the approval you could request for, alright?"
wilbur simply gives a nod before pushing in half way, making tommy throw his head back onto the silky duvet cover with a small sigh. it feels good to have
something
wilbur back in him, and it feels marvellous when the man pushes himself in all the way with a soft groan. after a long moment, wilbur almost asks for consent to start moving before remembering tommy's words, allowing him to place both his hands on the boy's waist before drawing his hips back and pushing himself back in again.
as wilbur starts this slow but deep pace, tommy can't control the rather drawn-out moan that leaves him, forcing wilbur to say calmly, "tommy i am led to remind you that we are not far away from anyone, and if somebody is to hear you it could cause great suspicion."
"yes, yes, sorry wilbur i just- fuck, it feels so nice." his eyes have fluttered shut, entire attention focused on the soft pleasure he is receiving.
wilbur smiles fondly, never pausing his movements, "well, i am glad to hear that, sir."
tommy would correct him if his mind wasn't beginning to fall fuzzy, slipping into a vulnerable mindset he doesn't find himself in often. after a few minutes of slow thrusting and soft moaning, tommy is finding it harder to not let his mouth overtake him- his words that hold so much power over the other overtake him. but as wilbur's cock begins to gently brush against his prostate he can't find it in himself to remain silent any longer, "please wilbur..i- i want more."
"how much more?"
"much much more."
"as you wish, sir."
tommy has to slap a hand over his mouth to cut off the yelp that escapes him when wilbur grips his hips firmly and scoots his body up further, rising to his knees as he forces nearly tommy's entire back off the bed. when tommy then moves his hand away from his mouth, wilbur reaches his own out to stop him, "i highly suggest that you keep your hand there."
when tommy obliges by the man's suggestion, wilbur wastes no more time, large hands gripping tommy's waist as he slams the boy onto his cock. the muffled broken moan that leaves tommy is all wilbur needs to continue this new found position of drawing himself back before helping tommy's ass meet his hips. he picks up a rather harsh pace with these thrusts, easily grinding the boy down on his cock, biting down hard on his lip and only hoping his teeth don't leave too dark of a bruise.
tommy, on the other hand, wouldn't doubt if the flesh of his arm was bleeding from the harsh bite he had on it in an attempt to contain his noises. wilbur had never gone this hard before. and although tommy has always kept up his ego to others of being a strong prince—often sighing at his rather small body in the mirror—the way wilbur manhandles him with such proficiency is an addictive feeling. the power wilbur can have over him.
with one still gripping the covers beneath him, tommy takes the risk of uncovering his mouth to help himself along, hand blurring around his own cock as he's fucked onto wilbur's. with the pleasure in addition to wilbur constantly hitting his prostate, tommy isn't able to last much longer. arching his back even more, with a strained gasp and mumbling of wilbur's name he's cumming again, ropes of white painting his own stomach as wilbur's pace slows to a stop.
tommy's chest heaves a bit with an arm now covering his eyes as wilbur places him back down flat on the bed. he hisses when wilbur pulls out of him, peaking just enough to see wilbur taking the condom off his still hard cock. "wait, wilbur? did you not cum?" tommy says as he props himself up on his elbows.
"my release is not important, tommy." wilbur replies as he properly discards of the condom, hiding it discreetly in the trash.
"no no no, you need to finish as well." tommy insists as he sits up straight, slightly cringing at his already sore body, "come here."
"tommy i do-"
"now, wilbur."
wilbur sighs and steps towards the boy, unable to argue with tommy's stern tone, it's an order.
as soon as wilbur steps near tommy drags him down for a kiss, wilbur gives a surprised hum as he's forced to place a knee on the mattress after getting caught off balance. with one tangled in wilbur's hair to keep him in place tommy immediately wraps a hand around the older's cock, pumping quickly as a muffled moan escapes wilbur's throat and falls into tommy's mouth. that was cute, tommy thinks. he rarely hears wilbur make much noise in these moments, being much more able to control himself than tommy.
the pleasure pushing him too close to the edge, wilbur's head falls against tommy's shoulder, panting hot breaths against the crevice of tommy's neck. "fuck- pardon, pardon my lang- oh fuck-" he huffs out as his cock twitches, cumming against the boy's hand as tommy continues to stroke him lazily through his orgasm.
wilbur swallows before exhaling heavily as tommy lets go of his softening cock, "th- thank you" he manages against the boy's ear.
"my pleasure." he smirks as wilbur pulls away.
nothing else is said as wilbur hurries to dress himself, tommy watching him in no rush of any sorts with a small smile painted on his face. wilbur finishes doing the last few buttons of his tailcoat before patting his clothes down one last time. besides for the absolute mess of curls atop his head and the tired flush of his face, he looked mostly put together.
"well i..i best be on my way now."
tommy smiles fondly at the man's sudden awkwardness. he always gets like this after doing something with tommy, most likely because the guilt of the unlawful deed he'd done was just now setting in his gut.
"i will have them draw you a bath. in the meantime.." wilbur looks around frantically before spotting the abandoned handkerchief he'd given to tommy, bestowing it to tommy to take from him, "try to clean up your bit of, uhm, mess."
this time tommy lets himself laugh at wilbur's proper and appropriate speech, "okay, i will."
"good." wilbur almost turns to leave before stopping himself, looking back down into the boy's eyes, "are you alright? as in physically, mentally..?"
tommy chuckles again, "yes, wilbur, i am perfectly alright."
wilbur is quick to reapproach his question even though tommy had answered, "are you sure?" he places a soft grip to tommy's jaw that forces tommy to hide the sudden butterflies in his stomach, "i didn't hurt you or anything along those lines, correct?"
tommy could tell how shameful wilbur feels for going harder, even if he was only filling tommy's desperate request. tommy sighs small with a smile, "no, wilbur, you did not hurt me."
wilbur hums, eyes pondering something in tommy's own, "i will have them bring you a few painkillers just in case."
"okay." tommy says softly, still gazing back into those fond dark eyes.
they stay like that for a few long moments, wilbur having a hand placed on tommy's jaw while each of them admire the features of the other's face. tommy sees wilbur eyes flick down to his lips a few times. he silently prays wilbur will take the action of kissing him first, but he knows wilbur couldn't kiss him without a request or order first. wilbur could never kiss him first.
tommy takes the liberty of connecting their lips for the last time, a drawn-out peck before wilbur excuses himself from the bedroom at tommy's dismissal.