"Yes, and if it's all the same to you I'd rather give you a proper seeing-to," said Mr Strange.
Mr Norrell sighed, and unclothed his lower half.
"Naked, please," said Mr Strange. "I'd like to see you, and you're going to find it easier to move that way."
Mr Norrell shivered rather.
Mr Strange gestured at the fire until it came up hotter.
"Thank you," Mr Norrell said gratefully, and removed the rest of his clothes.
"Now, how much experience have you had?"
"I fail to see how that's anything to the point!" snapped Mr Norrell crossly.
"Trust me, sir. I'm not making any kind of moral judgement on you. I could imagine you had a thing with Childermass, and indeed I hope you did, because I hope you had some amatory happiness in your life. I can equally imagine you keeping your nose in your books for fifty years. I don't judge you if you did, but what I do need is to know which, because it simply affects how I shall be able to handle you."
Mr Norrell snapped his head up and glared, then said, "I sent Mr Childermass out to fetch me whores from the molly-houses. I like to have men!" He thought, If only I were braver or had different principles it would be quite true. And anyway, if I found someone like him I would already have done all of it, and not have to wait, so it's not really a lie. Just...anticipating the truth.
Jonathan Strange said, "Luckily I can tell if you're lying. You do like, or want to have, men, but you can't compensate for years of inexperience all at once."
Mr Norrell hung his head a little. "Is it really so unreasonable to want to do all of it?"
"Not in the least," said Jonathan Strange from behind him, quite as though he'd realised that Mr Norrell was more comfortable in a conversation without looking him in the face. "It's just unreasonable to try for all of it in the first half-hour."
"What do you think I need?"Mr Norrell asked.
"A good slow, comfortable fuck where I can take my time and not hurt you," said Jonathan Strange, from where he was subjecting the back of Mr Norrell's neck to slow kissing.
Mr Norrell shuddered hard, and humped up welcomingly.
"Now, have you touched yourself behind at all?"
"No. You saw what I did to comfort myself at night. I remained on my back, in the dark, and I touched my, ah, virile member. It didn't occur to me to elaborate on this, although I had extraordinarily vivid dreams sometimes of men using me in another manner."
"I'm not used to virgins, so we'll have to teach each other..."
"But, Mr Strange, your wife!"
"Eh? Oh, well, as to Bell, she was physically a virgin, but the least 'maidenly' person imaginable, as she was inventive, lively, funny, enjoyed outdoor sports, and it would never have occurred to her to wonder whether she liked any bedroom sport too much, or not enough, or was doing it wrong."
"Do you think I could learn to be a little bit like her, at least in that way?" said Mr Norrell, out of a complicated mixture of envy and wishing to give more satisfaction.
"Come up and kiss me, Gilbert," said Jonathan Strange. "You have absolutely no reason to worry that since I loved her I could not love you."
So they kissed. That was indeed luscious, tongue-stroking right into him. Suddenly, a new feeling throbbed through him: Jonathan Strange had begun to finger that little place between balls and arse, that little place which he hadn't realised was so sensitive.
He fell back out of the kiss, and gasped, "Ah!" A feeling of embarrassed heat seemed to fill him; this was clearly not gentlemanly in some way, especially since he felt very strongly that if Mr Strange continued it while he himself touched his own organ, he would spend.
But Jonathan Strange had not finished. He slid a greased fingertip in and rubbed around a bit more, until he reached a very particular place, even more sensitive. That felt as if, as if even if Mr Norrell left his member alone, such restraint would not prevent him from reaching completion thoroughly, noisily and copiously, just from the rubbing and thrusting.
He gasped, "Stop, stop!" and Mr Strange withdrew the finger.
He looked round, once he'd recovered himself a little, and saw Jonathan Strange looked...perhaps a little worried.
"I didn't mean I didn't like it," he explained. "I meant not to waste it."
"You want to come on my cock," suggested Mr Strange.
"Well, ah, I would not quite have put it that way, but...essentially, yes." He looked round and admired it.
7Fill: A Spell for Changing Places, thus Discoueryng the Right Place 7/9
"Yes, and if it's all the same to you I'd rather give you a proper seeing-to," said Mr Strange.
Mr Norrell sighed, and unclothed his lower half.
"Naked, please," said Mr Strange. "I'd like to see you, and you're going to find it easier to move that way."
Mr Norrell shivered rather.
Mr Strange gestured at the fire until it came up hotter.
"Thank you," Mr Norrell said gratefully, and removed the rest of his clothes.
"Now, how much experience have you had?"
"I fail to see how that's anything to the point!" snapped Mr Norrell crossly.
"Trust me, sir. I'm not making any kind of moral judgement on you. I could imagine you had a thing with Childermass, and indeed I hope you did, because I hope you had some amatory happiness in your life. I can equally imagine you keeping your nose in your books for fifty years. I don't judge you if you did, but what I do need is to know which, because it simply affects how I shall be able to handle you."
Mr Norrell snapped his head up and glared, then said, "I sent Mr Childermass out to fetch me whores from the molly-houses. I like to have men!" He thought, If only I were braver or had different principles it would be quite true. And anyway, if I found someone like him I would already have done all of it, and not have to wait, so it's not really a lie. Just...anticipating the truth.
Jonathan Strange said, "Luckily I can tell if you're lying. You do like, or want to have, men, but you can't compensate for years of inexperience all at once."
Mr Norrell hung his head a little. "Is it really so unreasonable to want to do all of it?"
"Not in the least," said Jonathan Strange from behind him, quite as though he'd realised that Mr Norrell was more comfortable in a conversation without looking him in the face. "It's just unreasonable to try for all of it in the first half-hour."
"What do you think I need?"Mr Norrell asked.
"A good slow, comfortable fuck where I can take my time and not hurt you," said Jonathan Strange, from where he was subjecting the back of Mr Norrell's neck to slow kissing.
Mr Norrell shuddered hard, and humped up welcomingly.
"Now, have you touched yourself behind at all?"
"No. You saw what I did to comfort myself at night. I remained on my back, in the dark, and I touched my, ah, virile member. It didn't occur to me to elaborate on this, although I had extraordinarily vivid dreams sometimes of men using me in another manner."
"I'm not used to virgins, so we'll have to teach each other..."
"But, Mr Strange, your wife!"
"Eh? Oh, well, as to Bell, she was physically a virgin, but the least 'maidenly' person imaginable, as she was inventive, lively, funny, enjoyed outdoor sports, and it would never have occurred to her to wonder whether she liked any bedroom sport too much, or not enough, or was doing it wrong."
"Do you think I could learn to be a little bit like her, at least in that way?" said Mr Norrell, out of a complicated mixture of envy and wishing to give more satisfaction.
"Come up and kiss me, Gilbert," said Jonathan Strange. "You have absolutely no reason to worry that since I loved her I could not love you."
So they kissed. That was indeed luscious, tongue-stroking right into him. Suddenly, a new feeling throbbed through him: Jonathan Strange had begun to finger that little place between balls and arse, that little place which he hadn't realised was so sensitive.
He fell back out of the kiss, and gasped, "Ah!" A feeling of embarrassed heat seemed to fill him; this was clearly not gentlemanly in some way, especially since he felt very strongly that if Mr Strange continued it while he himself touched his own organ, he would spend.
But Jonathan Strange had not finished. He slid a greased fingertip in and rubbed around a bit more, until he reached a very particular place, even more sensitive. That felt as if, as if even if Mr Norrell left his member alone, such restraint would not prevent him from reaching completion thoroughly, noisily and copiously, just from the rubbing and thrusting.
He gasped, "Stop, stop!" and Mr Strange withdrew the finger.
He looked round, once he'd recovered himself a little, and saw Jonathan Strange looked...perhaps a little worried.
"I didn't mean I didn't like it," he explained. "I meant not to waste it."
"You want to come on my cock," suggested Mr Strange.
"Well, ah, I would not quite have put it that way, but...essentially, yes." He looked round and admired it.