Chapter 48

“George…” Matthew reached down to urge him up. As George stood, Matthew pressed their bodies together and kissed him fiercely. The thought of him tasting his own seed in their kiss made George shiver. “That was wonderful, George. You’re wonderful.”

“No, you were,” George said, overcome.

“Come on,” Matthew said, his voice rough. “We’d better get our togs on and go downstairs for supper before Mother sends Peter up to bang on the door.” 17