Why? He better have a lot of money in his pocket, 'cause geriatric dick doesn't have much game.
[He says, hand already up on the side of Iggy's neck; the way his fingers splay is almost a little bit possessive. He tilts his head to him, leaning in to lick at his lips and kiss him - messy and upfront about it, before he's moving down Iggy's sweet-scented throat while both hands drop to Iggy's hips to push him back up against the shed.]
[Echoed, not annoyed but - not pleased, either. The longer he takes to get to Iggy under these layers (which he's starting to work on now, fingers on the zipper of his pants,) the longer he has to wait with a tent in his jeans. But he knows Iggy gets what Iggy wants, so... he hoists him up, throwing him over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, and shoves the shed door inward to take them inside.]
[Iggy should protest - his suit! - but he's too busy being absolutely smitten by this display of strength. So he lets Julian carry him into the shed where it's cool and dark and private.
It wouldn't do for some nosy aristocrat to see him blowing the help.
Once he's set down he's all over Julian, kissing his mouth and groping his chest and thighs and ass. He shrugs out of his jacket somehow while still kissing.]
[It's a welcome barrage of tongue and lips, and Julian pushes back into it - hands in Iggy's hair, hands helping him get that jacket off and hands unfastening his own jeans before moving on to Iggy's pants, too. It's effortless and smooth, yet with a hint of passioned over-eagerness on his part.]
[Said with one hand in Iggy's pants, stroking him and the other pushing his pants down side by side.]
Me too. Spent the whole morning out in the sun, sweating my ass off. Thinking of you in your little silk robe. Or maybe that revealing little get up you wear to the pool.
Alright, alright - you wanna do this dirty and from behind or what?
[Because believe it or not, he's taken to stashing lube out here, and he reaches overhead while kissing Iggy to blindly find it. Right next to the hand held shears and the citronella candles, perfect.]
[Julian takes a moment to brush Iggy's hair away from the shell of his ear, kissing it, then down his neck in what's almost a little too affectionate. But he doesn't linger in that long, he's putting the slick tip of his cock to Iggy's hole, pressing in, deep and fast. He wants it rough, and Julian is happy to deliver, with the piston of his hips in rolling motions.]
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[He glances around before he moves closer, lifting a hand to run through Julian's hair. He leans in and inhales the smell of sweat and dirt and skin.]
We can take our time.
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[He says, hand already up on the side of Iggy's neck; the way his fingers splay is almost a little bit possessive. He tilts his head to him, leaning in to lick at his lips and kiss him - messy and upfront about it, before he's moving down Iggy's sweet-scented throat while both hands drop to Iggy's hips to push him back up against the shed.]
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[He won't admit it, but his knees go weak the second that Julian touches him. Ignatius kisses back, whining when he's pushed against the shed.]
...inside.
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[Echoed, not annoyed but - not pleased, either. The longer he takes to get to Iggy under these layers (which he's starting to work on now, fingers on the zipper of his pants,) the longer he has to wait with a tent in his jeans. But he knows Iggy gets what Iggy wants, so... he hoists him up, throwing him over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, and shoves the shed door inward to take them inside.]
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It wouldn't do for some nosy aristocrat to see him blowing the help.
Once he's set down he's all over Julian, kissing his mouth and groping his chest and thighs and ass. He shrugs out of his jacket somehow while still kissing.]
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He said that they can take their time, but...]
Oh my god I've been thinking about you fucking me all day.
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[Said with one hand in Iggy's pants, stroking him and the other pushing his pants down side by side.]
Me too. Spent the whole morning out in the sun, sweating my ass off. Thinking of you in your little silk robe. Or maybe that revealing little get up you wear to the pool.
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[He gasps in between kisses, moving away just enough to let Julian undress him. Whining, he tugs at Julian's fly.]
I look cute in that.
God, please, please. Now. Just... fuck me now, Julian. I need it.
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[Because believe it or not, he's taken to stashing lube out here, and he reaches overhead while kissing Iggy to blindly find it. Right next to the hand held shears and the citronella candles, perfect.]
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[He's already turning around so he can plant his elbows on the worktable, pants around his ankles, legs as wide as that permits.
If anyone ever saw him like this, begging to get dicked down by the gardener or whatever... he'd never recover from the embarrassment.]
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[Julian takes a moment to brush Iggy's hair away from the shell of his ear, kissing it, then down his neck in what's almost a little too affectionate. But he doesn't linger in that long, he's putting the slick tip of his cock to Iggy's hole, pressing in, deep and fast. He wants it rough, and Julian is happy to deliver, with the piston of his hips in rolling motions.]
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[Without an ounce of shame, Iggy rocks back. The rhythm he seeks is hard and fast, and he takes hold of his own dick and jerks it in the same fashion.
This isn't going to be leisurely.]