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Really? Who in their right mind would say no to an offer like that? How about right now and in my bed?

Right now, hm? I suppose I could make some time for you.

I'll just need an address.

[Tim sends through his address which will be for a fairly modest apartment.] Looking forward to meeting you.

[ Thomas arrives outside Tim's apartment around thirty minutes - fully dressed. He wants to give the other man a chance to undress him or do a strip tease, if Tim desires. This is unlike anything he's done before, so Thomas feels excited and slightly nervous at the same time, but he's here and willing to give it a chance.

Knocking at the door a few times, he waits patiently for Tim to answer it. ]

[When the door opens, Tim is standing there and he whistles with appreciation at what he sees. He's dressed sharply, but with a casual vibe to it.] Come on in, won't you? Perhaps you could tell me what services you perform and perhaps a safe word?

[The whistle of appreciation is met with a warm smile and he takes a moment to look over Tim in return. Good dress sense. Handsome as hell.]

Thank you. [He steps inside.] I could serve you tea, coffee, wine. Give you a massage, perform various sexual acts. As for a safe word, I'll choose crumpet.

Crumpet it is.

And how about a glass of red wine and a massage that we see if it could end with a happy ending. I have a small rack of bottles to choose from in the kitchen. Shall I meet you on my couch?

[It feels a bit odd; having someone do these sorts of things in his own house, but Tim thinks that's part of the fun of it.]

Anything that you wish, sir. Let me know if you want me to continue using that term for you during our time together when I meet you on your couch.

[He gives Tim a smile before heading into the kitchen. Given his initial offer, he carefully strips down to his underwear and places the clothes neatly aside. Then he finds a bottle of Merlot, pouring Tim a generous measure and places it on a serving tray.

Thomas comes back into the living room around ten minutes later, one hand behind his back with the serving tray and glass of wine visible in front of him. With a polite nod, he sets the glass down on the table in front of Tim, moving the tray out of the way.]

Here you are.

I think sir will be fun to use for tonight.

[Tim feels a little awkward as he sits and waits on the couch. He's not use to being weighted on, but even greater than his awkward feeling is his excitement. Tonight was looking to be a very great night.

Finding his wine being served by a sexy man dressed only in his underwear? So far the night was going even better than Tim has thought it would go.] Why thank you. [He takes the glass and sips it.] An excellent year. [No it's not. It's fairly cheap wine as Tim isn't made of money, but it's still a very enjoyable one.]

Now, how about you rub my feet as I drink my wine, Jeeves?

Then I will continue to use sir.

[He replies with a polite nod, awaiting further instructions from the other man. ]

Of course, sir. I'll do that shortly.

[Thomas did promise to serve him fully naked so he makes sure to remove his boxers first, nudging them to one side so they're out of the way. With a smile, he comes over and crouches down in front of Tim, carefully taking off his shoes and socks, laying them out neatly on the ground.

He takes one foot between his hands and starts to massage the sole first, using gentle but firm motions.]

Mmmmhmmmmm. [Tim hums with enjoyment and sighs as the massage starts.] That feels wonderful. [As the massage continues, he takes his other bare foot and purposely rubs the tips of his toes against Thomas's exposed cock in a slow, teasing way.]

Good. I'm glad, sir. [He smiles, continuing to work Tim's foot with pressure and care, making sure to not miss a spot.] Oh- [The word stutters in his throat when the other man starts to rub his foot along his cock - it was distracting, but in a good way. Even then, Thomas remains professional and focuses on the massage.]

Mmhmm. Maybe there is something better I can do to reward such a well behaved butler. [Tim wags his finger.] Come here. [He'll lean in halfway to give Thomas a kiss and to pull the man into his lap.]

I like the sound of that. [Thomas doesn't resist as he is pulled into Tim's lap, resting his hands on his shoulders as he straddles the other man. He keeps the kiss going for a little longer, waiting on further instructions from Tim.]

[Eventually Tim pulls back from the kiss with a light gasp. His head spinning slightly in a delictble way.] I think I'm too dressed for this occasion. Help me with that?

Yes, sir.

[He grins before sliding out of Tim's lap, reaching for the button of his pants to undo it, tugging the garment over his hips and down his legs, pulling them off. Next, Thomas removes Tim's shirt and sets it inside. Finally, he takes off Tim's underwear, running his hands slowly down his thighs.]

[Tim moves his body to help Thomas get his pants off. Although he's not completely helpful, often kissing to distract Thomas as he's undressed. Especially as his shirt comes off.]

In the drawer of that side table is some lube. I think you should prepare yourself for me. I want to watch you.

[It was a nice distraction to be fair.]

Anything you want, sir. I'd love to do that for you.

[Thomas winks, heading to the side table and opens the drawer to take out the lube. Then he comes back over to Tim, making sure he has a clear viewpoint. Opening the bottle, he tips it into his hand to thoroughly coat his three middle fingers, setting the bottle aside when he's done.

He starts off with one finger, slowly easing it in and out of his ass, groaning at the same time. When Thomas feels ready, he adds a second finger and repeats the motion, letting out another sound.]

[Once Thomas has his fingers slicked, Tim steals the bottle. Coating his own hand while watching Thomas begin with hooded eyes It's almost lazily the way he touches himself. Stroking his cock up and down in a slow pace while he enjoys the show being put on just for him.]

Mmhm, I could get use to this.

[When Thomas looks ready enough, Tim pats his thigh.] Why don't you come over here and take a seat. I think you've earned a break.

[ Out of the corner of his eye he can see Tim stroking himself. Part of Thomas wishes that he was the one who was doing it, but watching him was also fun. He smiles at Tim's words, still preparing himself. ]

Right away, sir.

[Thomas replies, slowly easing his fingers out of himself when Tim speaks again. He's more than ready for this. With another smile, Thomas comes over to the other man and sits down on his thigh.]

Hello again.

Hello. [It's all Tim says. Much more interested in kissing Thomas than talking. Blindly pulling at his body to get him to sit more on his lap, and even more importantly, up onto his waiting cock.]

[ He gets the message lound and clear when Tim starts to tug him closer and further onto his lap. So Thomas doesn't keep him waiting for too long as he moves into position, slowly lowering himself down onto Tim's cock, letting out a moan at the same time. ]

[Humming in ecstacy, Tim lets his head fall back onto the couch as slowly as Thomas sinks onto his cock.

His hands do their best to help guide Thomas down. Giving his hips a test roll once the other man is settled in his lap.]

...fuck-

[That slight roll of Tim's hips is enough to draw that curse out of him as he settles his hands on the other man's shoulders. Once he's ready, Thomas lifts himself up then presses down again, starting a slow but steady rhythm.]

Is that good?

[He asks, sounding a little breathless.]

[Too overwhelmed to think, Tim simply nods his head. Groaning deeply while grabbing for Thomas's ass.] Faster, oh god, please, faster.

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