The second scene in chapter 7 of BROOK STREET: THIEF was originally started in Benjamin's POV. Then I got into writing the sex and realized the scene needed to be from Cavin's POV. Because I'm one of those who saves everything, I kept the old intro to the scene. And here it is, Benjamin's thoughts as he takes Cavin up to his bedchamber after a short stay in the study....
Benjamin stopped short in the corridor and opened the door at his right. Moonlight streamed through the windows, providing enough light for him make his way to the side of the bed. With each step, his cock, still wet from Cavin's mouth, rubbed against his drawers, keeping the lust roused in the study honed to a razor sharp edge. As he quickly pulled back the coverlet and sheet, he heard footsteps enter the room. The door snapped shut.
A familiar pair of hands palmed his hips.
"Not here," Benjamin murmured, though he belied his own words by pushing back. The hard arch of Cavin's erection pressed against the crease of his arse. Benjamin let out a little grunt. "My bedchamber's at the end of the corridor. This one is officially yours, but in the event my housekeeper checks the room in the morning, I want it to appear as if you actually spent the night here."
Lips nuzzled the small space behind his ear, sending shivers down his spine. "Wise man."
Benjamin turned in Cavin's arms. "I try, though it's my first time displaying such wisdom."
With a tug on Benjamin's hips, Cavin brought their bodies together, his mouth covering Benjamin's. He gave himself a moment to indulge, but only a moment, then pushed on Cavin's chest.
"Let's get to my bedchamber so we can get rid of these clothes."
Cavin nipped at his lower lip. "I couldn't agree more."
A handful of minutes ago, he'd discovered how to gain Cavin's agreement to stay the night – a repeat of their prior activities on the study floor, except this time he'd had the presence of mind to stop before Cavin's seed had coated his tongue. Cavin had only hesitated long enough to take Benjamin's cock out of his mouth before he'd replied with a hasty, "Yes. Bed."
Determined to keep Cavin's mind focused on satisfying the erection tenting the placket of his trousers, Benjamin grabbed Cavin by the hand and quickly led him down the corridor. Mrs. Gilroy never entered his bedchamber until after he'd made an appearance at the breakfast table, and he rarely had guests stay the night – most of his friends resided on the same street, within an easy walking distance even for those who left foxed – so the housekeeper wouldn't assume there'd be a need to check the guest bedchamber.
He barely had time to notice the fire in the hearth in his bedchamber was already lit when Cavin shoved him back, using Benjamin's body to snap the door shut. Cavin's lips slanted across his, hungry and eager. As Benjamin shoved his tongue into Cavin's mouth, he blindly slapped the door near his hip. His fingertips found cool brass, and he turned the lock.
They made very quick work of divesting each other of their clothes. Hands tugged, buttons gave way, fabric was pushed down and off and over heads. They tumbled onto the bed, mouths crushed together, hands roaming over bare skin.
Cavin shifted, moving onto his back and taking Benjamin with him. Sprawled over Cavin, Benjamin pushed and looked down into Cavin's shadowed face.
That wouldn't do at all.
He leaned left, toward his bedside table. "Need to light a candle."
"But the fire's lit."
"Not enough," he said, grabbing the tinderbox. "I want to be able to see you in all your glory."
Cavin let out a sound that was halfway between a snort and a chuckle. "All of my glory?"
The candle flared to life.
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