It was as if they could no longer keep their hands to themselves. A whole week had passed, and not a single day went by without Lord Jethro and Grey finding a way to meet.
And whenever they did, it felt urgent and desperate. As if that moment was the only one they would ever get. As if the world could collapse the next day and rob them of the chance to be that close again.
Sometimes it was in Grey's room, late at night. Other times it was in Lord Jethro's office, doors locked, curtains drawn, breaths kept low.
Every meeting burned hotter than the last.
And every time, Grey stopped lord Jethro from cumming inside him.
And now Lord Jethro had grown restless. Lord Jethro had accepted the explanation at first, but as the days passed, the excuse began to feel hollow.
Even once, he had asked Grey directly if he was disgusted by it. He told him to be honest, because if that was the reason, he would stop bringing it up altogether.
