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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.

I can do that.

[Thomas laughs before driving his body down harder and faster, letting out a deep, guttural groan at the same time. His hands tighten their grip on Tim's shoulders as he maintains his current pace.]

[All rational thought leaves Tim then. He does his best to match Thomas's pace as he bucks up into the other man. Panting hard and fast by the time he orgasms and fills Thomas with his hot cum.]

[ He makes a pleased noise when Tim comes, enjoying the feel of his cock twitching and pulsing inside of him, and the slickness that came with it. Thomas isn't quite there himself, but this was about making the other man good. ]

Do you need a few minutes?

Yeah... [He's breathless as he grins up at Thomas.] But how about your keep sitting on my cock and go ahead and finish yourself off? I wanna see your 'oh' face.

Yes, sir.

[ With a wide smirk, he starts to move up and down again, building up a steady pace. It feels so good and Thomas closes his eyes for a few moments, letting the pleasure wash over him. He keeps moving for a few more minutes before being tipped over the edge, his mouth dropping open as he comes with a loud groan; he spills over Tim's chest and the couch.]

Very good. [Tim grins as the mess gets all over him.] Give yourself a moment to catch your breath. Then I think we should make our way to my bathroom so you can get us both all cleaned up.

[ Thomas gives him a smile in return, inhaling and exhaling for a few breaths to help calm himself down. ] Alright. I'm ready.

[ He slowly pulls up and away from Tim, letting out a soft groan with the effort. Then he gets to his feet and waits for the other man, prepared to help him if necessary. ]

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