Sinful

Sinful

Chapter Seven

Luxuria

Notes: This took me three whole days and it kept me aroused woot!! Thank you for over 500 hits! I hope that you read the last chapter note that this is going to be turned M(I may lose readers but ah well.)

This chapter made me really proud, it may not be really awesome, and may not total up the whole male on male intercourse but I think I did an okay job. You guys will have to decide for me. ;)

Thank you a load to EmeraldandScarlet, he has helped me tremdously (Everyone else has too no worries XD) but his videos and his historical background on the two is astounding! And he likes the couple like everyone else on here yay!!! (Thank you so much again!)

Warning: Male x Male hand job, oral, and sex. If you are not into this you will just have to wait until the next chapter.

Thank you so much Lilith for the lovely review :D.

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“Of all the worldly passions, lust is the most intense. All other worldly passions seem to follow in its train.”- Buddah

August 5th 1535 Greenwich Palace, Night

Candles lit the insides of the stone hallways as Henry found his way towards the upper tower corridor. Heart racing while turning through different hallways that led to his current destination.

Never had he felt an adrenaline rush, nothing could stop him from his infatuation with the devil in disguise.

Turning down another corridor, he felt his heart drop. There beyond those doors, ones that had not been used in years would sit Charles Brandon. Cautiously, he glanced about then placed a trembling hand upon the oak doors. His whole body about to collapse as he pushed gently against them.

Waiting patiently upon a gilded silver chair. Eyes against the gaze of the fire that crackled with warmth. He then turned his head to notice a very startled King whom started to take off his clothes wildly.

“Let us get this over with…” he replied fervently while untying a sash around his waist.

Lifting from his seat, a cross look came upon his face as Charles walked towards Henry and placed a hand gruffly upon the King’s own.

“No…We will not rush this, this takes time just like you were deflowering a female…”

What a fool to say that to his own King?! Henry thought begrudgingly while Charles placed a soft kiss upon his temple. Lingering there, tasting soft skin that moved away.

“I will not be treated as a woman…” working with Charles coat, he unfastened the silk buttons. His eyes leering into Charles utmost calmed ones that irked the King more.

Lowering his head to meet Henry’s lips. Charles placed a passionate kiss that led their tongues to collide out of sheer dominance.

Suddenly the King’s ideal hands became rougher. Pulling off Charles peasant shirt with brute force. The Duke chuckled at Henry’s quest for dominance; obviously, he still acted like the King in the bedroom.

Crushing his lips against Charles, he felt up the taller’s body frame. Chest muscles rippling under each enticing touch, Henry’s fingers moved faster against the hardened muscle. However, Charles did the exact opposite only using soft long movements to work against Henry’s clothes. Knowing if he laid a single scratch on the King he would end up being questioned.

Henry suddenly stopped, pushing away while kneading his temples fervently. “What the hell am I doing? I am supposed to be with my wife! With…Jane I…”

A twinge of jealousy ruptured in Charles. Not that he disliked the blonde, Oh no, Charles would rather be damned to be treated like one of Henry’s whores. He tried to stifle a laugh, he was one, even Henry as well, they both were the same…

“It seems to me we both deserve this…” Charles let out the stifled chuckle as Henry stared at him with a puzzled look.

Letting his shoulders drop, Charles drew closer to the indecisive King. “We both are womanizers…Cheated on our wives…You and I are both the same, and both deserve to be in this beautiful Hell …”

Staring in the deep abyss of Charles’s baby blues, Henry’s breath hitched when the brawny Duke laid a fiery kiss upon his majesty’s lips.

“No…” he breathed again but Charles persisted, snaking his hands firmly around the King’s waist. Gently touching the skin on the small of his back, his coarse hands riding up Henry’s spine while the King trembled beneath his touch.

Shadows trickled in from the dampening fire as it crackled wildly. Lust infused the room in its therapeutic sweat. Charles could no longer keep his fingers off his majesty. The man was too alluring altogether.

Slowly caressing the spot between the spine and buttocks. Charles pushed his fingers there while Henry tried to hold back a moan. Damn the King and his persisting not to scream.

“Are we refusing to make noise?” Charles chuckled serenely in the King’s ear. Nipping at Henry’s ear lobe playfully then traveling down the neck listlessly placing butterfly kissing on the neck.

Proudly the monarch of England rolled his neck away from Charles. Leaning near his lips, letting the hot air from his mouth tease the Duke out of his mind. “You will be the one making the noises dear Duke…” the King mocked, giving off a sinister smirk. Two can play at this game…

Charles could have collapsed upon the floor and asked to be fucked senseless. Instead, being the dignified man, he let the King think that way…However, the clever Duke knew better. Many women have told him he was good in bed, would it not be the same with a man?

With another smirk, the King pushed himself against the broader man. Smoldering flesh forming as one, their lips entangling with each other. Faster their lips moved, the heat growing inside their bellies.

Taking him by the waist, Charles moved his firm groin closer. “I want you terribly bad your majesty…” he breathed roughly breathed, almost begging, in his majesty’s ear.

The King had an idea that Charles was not all about passion unless he loved the woman dearly. However, the tables had turned abruptly in front of Henry. Now he understood why Charles was near his side all the time, and not even by crisis or just playing a game. He was his most trusted friend and ally, and would never hurt him.

It all made sense…

Without Henry realizing it, they both were on the bed. Charles on top, sweat dribbling from his brow and landing upon Henry’s radiating skin. His heart berated against his chest while Charles kissed down it enticingly. Tweaking his nipples playfully while Henry arched his neck, trying to suffocate the moan that would soon pass from his mouth.

“Now you are just making me warm…” Charles replied darkly, his voice an octave lower then before which made Henry even more intrigued.

“Have you ever...Ugh…Don it with a man before?” he finally let that exasperating breath out while gasping in for air again.

Moving his coarse hands slowly, rhythmically up his highness’s stomach. Feeling every beautiful contour that made up the King’s body while his fingers rolled over the King’s sides. “No…Have you?” he could have laughed at the comment, of course the King had never been with a male…Or at least not until now.

Henry tilted his head to the side, giving off that carefree look that created a stir in the bottom of Charles’s groin. Taking a hold of Henry’s shoulder, tugging him up from the bed as to let Henry’s legs squeeze against Charles’s sides.

Moving his lips over Henry’s, their differences of dominance still not aside as Henry wrapped his arms around Charles’s strong torso. Grabbing a hold of his back with all the strength he could muster. The aroma of musk rendering him from viewing Charles’s beautiful face.

With slick movements, Charles started to undue Henry’s pants. Unlacing the string with much ferocity, he had while Henry traveled down the Duke’s neck leaving a trail of marks upon his wake. Sucking upon Charles’s upper chest with exuberance.

No words were said after this, only the breath between could be heard in the small ornate room. Charles pulled against the King’s pants ideally while the King worked his hands towards the Duke’s sleek black pants.

The heat of the room clouded their perception, all they saw were each other and their nude bodies covered in sweat. Their clothes loosely hang from the bedside haphazardly.

Another collision occurred when Henry fiercely wrapped his arms around Charles’s larger shoulders pulling the taller closer. Lips smashing together, demanding that one must obey the other. Henry’s hips digging into Charles’s hot groin.

“May I fuck with his majesty?” Charles replied huskily in his King’s ear, not letting Henry respond to the question. Knowing full well that he had no idea how he we would actually please Charles. Would it be like fucking a woman in the anal instead?

No, the way the Duke’s coarse hands roamed over his penis, slowly stroking the head. Making the King moan in surprise at how gentle Charles was.

Suddenly his breaths became labored as Charles pumped faster; taking his time with Henry’s hidden cries. Wanting not to take him over the edge yet. No, foreplay would just leave the King unsatisfied for what Charles was concerned.

What had happened to Henry? He would never let anyone take advantage him. Certainly not his friend and consort, yet something had erupted so long ago that he could barely remember. God why is he having those feelings now?

His mind was awoken when he felt something wet upon his erection. Charles’s mouth slid leisurely over his penis, sucking at the tip while flicking his tongue in the process.

Henry thought he would scream, either in fright or ecstasy. He arched back so that Charles can have more room. The King placed his avid hands upon Charles’s head. Bringing his mouth closer to his aching erection.

Oh yes, he knew Henry was fond of something new. Of course he was not done yet as he sucked again, flicking his tongue faster around the King’s soft shaft. Being careful of how he presented himself, Charles glanced up with eyes slit, staring seductively at his anxious King.

Slowly he lifted his lips from his majesty’s engorgement. God how he loved that the King was giving him those doe eyes. Wanting more of him only aroused himself more!

Teasing his erection, he licked it then moved his arms over to Henry’s sides and kissed his lips gently. Feeling the plumpness of them, knowing that the blood had already started rushing to his lips.

Henry could not believe Charles just stopped! Just like he did on that awful hand job, how dare he! Oh no, the King was not about to be played that way…

Without warning, the King launched himself upon Charles’s muscular body. Eyes a flamed with burning passion as pushed Charles against the covers. Hoping he could feel his wrath emanating from him but all Charles could do was smile that mischievous smirk.

Damn that Duke!

Grabbing a hold of Charles’s legs, he spread them apart slowly. Hoping that Charles would walk out of this room feeling every pain he would put upon him. Oh yes, he will fuck him senseless.

Pressing his fingers against Charles’s lips, the Duke willingly wet them with his saliva. The King let his other hand slither upon the brawny chest and squeezing the pictorial satisfactorily.

Then placing his finger upon Duke’s outer rim. He pushed them in with full force, hearing a few sputtered gasps from Charles’s as he watched him arch his back in complete elation. “Do you feel good dear Duke?”

Giving him a groan of satisfaction, Henry continued on slowly. Warming him up before his big finale came.

One finger inside of Charles bothered Henry, he knew that the Duke wanted to challenged and slide his middle finger in slowly. After getting used to the blissful pain, another shock spread through Charles as he gasped again.

“Oh yes…” Henry muttered softly while making his fingers trail over to Charles’s hips. Gripping them with full force as he pushed his fingers roughly against the inside of the anal hole.

“Oh God..Henry..” Charles moaned, his breath hitching after every pull and thrust of the finger. His heart berating against his chest while Henry concentrated while teasing Charles’s cock with his wicked tongue.

“No not yet my dear Duke…” he replied in an amused, husky voice. Sliding his fingers out, and hearing a satisfied groan from Charles. The King knew he would take his friend, consort, and lover by a shallow surprise.

Feeling relieved, and almost elated, Charles was about to get up until Henry grabbed upon his hips tightly. Then picking up one of Charles’s muscular thighs (noting that men were less graceful then women.) He placed it upon the outer side of his hip while using his other hand to cup Charles’s ass so that he would lift his hips.

Then not another warning was made and Henry thrusted his engorgement inside Charles’s slightly torn hole. Thanking God that it was not bleeding after he pushed in harder.

Arching his back at the sheer pain spreading through his veins. Charles coughed out a cry while Henry pushed further.

“You know I won’t go easy on you..” he heard that beautiful husky voice speak as Charles regained his senses. The blindness of white fading as Henry drew closer to his face, incasing Charles’s mouth with his own. Guttural noises came forth from his throat as he pulled and thrusted back in. Charles gave out another cry but Henry shushed him with another kiss.

The feeling of weightlessness came off Charles with each thrust. Penetrating him like no other had, had the women felt like this?

“Tell me…” another thrust almost made Charles share his seed but Henry made sure the ride would be lasting longer.

“Am I better then any of the women…You have fucked?” Charles listened intently, trying to refocus upon the man on top of him who was sedating his aching penis with his free hand.

Trying to offer his words, the King threw another turn when he started to suck on his penis eagerly.

“Uhh..You…” he tried to whisper but was quieted again when Henry thrusted against something he had never felt before.

“Tell me!” the King huskily replied in a harsh tone. Knowing full well he was about to cum but he could not until Charles told him he was better then any of the women he fornicated with.

Charles was on edge; he felt himself about to explode but was held back by Henry’s long thrusts. The penetration was supremely unbearable. “You are…You are..”

Henry moved his face towards Charles, hissing in his mouth “say it!” he moaned.

Hitting Charles’s prostate, a blinding white covered his eyes as he let out a guttural scream. His white seed sticking upon Henry’s chest and his own. Then feeling Henry’s body collapse as his own sperm was let loose inside Charles’s hole.

“You are…” Charles breathed out in labored breaths. “You are the best fuck I have ever had my majesty..” rising up slowly, feeling a horrid yet good pain inside his anus.

“Well you are better then any..Woman…I had ever fucked…” he laughed, a bittersweet one as he laid back against the bed. Knowing sleep would over come him if he did not clean himself up.

Charles lifted himself from the bed, trying to find his undergarments knowing he would prefer to sleep in just his under shorts then in anything else. Placing them on slowly, with languid movements from the pain erupting from his anus.

Noticing Charles’s pained expression, the King gave a soft laugh and lifted himself from the bed. Grabbing a rag from a filled water bowel that Charles’s must have set out earlier, and wiped away at the goo that settled upon his chest. Then flipping the towel and re-wetting it and drawing it near Charles’s to wipe off the cum.

“No one has to know…” Henry replied softly almost in an alarmed voice as he retracted the towel and cupped Charles’s face gingerly.

The Duke smiled reassuringly, kissing the hand of the King and moving towards the bed. “I know Henry..” he replied in a hoarse voice as he stretched his back.

Throwing the water on the loose tendrils of fire. Henry found his own rough cotton shorts and slid them on. He clambered next to Charles while the Duke made room for him. The King slowly paused, knowing that it was odd to cuddle up with his friend like this. However, the Duke’s reassuring eyes softened Henry’s tension as Charles placed an arm around Henry’s shoulder.

Then suddenly an emotion spurred, one that Henry wanted to hide, one that he never wanted to find again. Sadness over came him, not the depressing one, one of enjoyment. Something that had not happened sense he and Anne had their brief affair.

Pulling Henry closer while the King cried in his shoulder. Charles rocked him slowly like he had watched his former wife walk his own children.

“Damn this all Charles...Damn this all…” Henry grabbed a hold of Charles’s shoulders as if he would float away. Understanding his cry, he started to sooth the King’s back.

“Yes…Damn it all…” Charles responded, knowing that saying words such as ‘it will be okay’ is simply foolish to say.

Henry glanced up to stare at Charles then softly kissed his lips. He never really had someone understand, well, at least not one that he could trust. Katherine probably, maybe Jane, or Anne but Charles…He felt right in his arms. Warm, comforting, and cuts the bull shit.

Letting the tears drop down his face, the King’s shaking breaths finally deceased as he in the Duke’s arms fell asleep.
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