All the Honorable St. John Ashford ever wanted was his father’s love, but if he can’t have that, he’ll settle for being noticed. In an effort to do that, St. John sets his sights on Andrew Dorincourt, a man for whom the Viscount has nothing but disdain. Surely this will draw his father’s attention?  Unfortunately, while Andrew seems willing to date him, he appears entirely disinterested in anything else. St. John knows it’s just a matter of time before all his plans going up in smoke, especially when Andrew becomes attracted to an exotic young man he rescued from Malossini’s House of Oddities.<br><br>Robin Dorincourt is something of a playboy who enjoys nothing so much as flitting from one boyfriend to another. He doesn’t poach, though, and when he finds himself attracted to St. John Ashford, he does what he can to keep a healthy distance between them, using taunts and teasing. It’s difficult, until he realizes his brother is in love with someone else. Robin’s path toward St. John is clear, and he makes his move.<br><br>But is his path as clear as he imagines? St. John might be as attracted to Robin as Robin is to him, but he’ll be damned if he allows himself to be passed from one brother to the other as if he’s nothing more than a poor second choice. Now it remains is for Robin to persuade St. John he’s no one’s second choice.

More, by All Mores

“Robert!” I gasped and shivered. I couldn’t resist parting my legs and hoping he would dip deeper, perhaps with his tongue…


“I must say you’re filled with surprises.”


“I beg your pardon?” Had I spoken aloud?


He chuckled. “I hardly expected a viscount’s son to have such a naughty tattoo on his bum.”


Before I could insist Betty Boop was not naughty, he rolled me onto my back again, rested his fisted hands on either side of my hips, and blew on the tip of my penis. Once again I angled myself up on my elbows and observed avidly. He smiled as he watched it quiver, then gathered the drops with a broad swipe of his tongue. My elbows gave out from under me, and I whimpered and struggled to keep my hips from thrusting up.


“It’s all right, Singe. Do you want to fuck my mouth?” He was enjoying driving me close to the edge. He licked the thick vein that ran along the underside of my penis, nibbled at the flared head, curled his tongue into the foreskin, then dipped into the slit.


Chapter 11