Not Yours (BL)

William and Walter entered the dining hall. Seated at the table, a refined lady noticed them and smiled.

"Oh, William, it's been a while," she said, standing up and gently cupping his face. "You've grown quite a bit."

William nodded. "Yes, it has, Aunty."

She frowned slightly. "Oh, don't call me Aunty. I am your mother."

William's expression shifted, caught off guard by her words.

Sensing his hesitation, Walter placed a reassuring hand on William's shoulder.

After a brief pause, William responded, "Okay... Mother."

A pleased smile spread across her face. "That's my son."

Walter, unable to resist, grinned playfully. "And what about me?" he teased. "The son who's used to flirting with ladies?"

Walter chuckled. "Hey, Mother, the ladies were just asking for directions."

Lady Seraphina raised an eyebrow but then waved it off. "Okay, forget it. William, have a seat."

They sat down at the dining table, and Lady Seraphina passed a plate of meat to William.

"Have some," she offered.

"Thank you," William replied, taking a piece.

Just then, Charles entered, taking a seat and casually starting to eat.

Lady Seraphina glanced at Walter. "Walter has grown up… I was thinking about Mr. Gottfried's daughter."

Walter smirked, but before he could respond, Lady Seraphina took a sip of her rum and said firmly, "No. Sorry, Walter is not going to marry."

Lady Seraphina shook her head. "Walter hasn't grown—first of all, it's William who has. We should be thinking about him."

William, in a calm tone, replied, "Sorry, Mother, but I already have someone in mind."

Her eyes lit up with curiosity. "Oh? Who's the lucky lady? I'd love to meet her."

William's expression shifted slightly. "Um… she's currently out of the country."

Lady Seraphina hummed thoughtfully, taking another sip of her drink. "I see. Well, when she returns, I expect to meet her."

William fell silent.

Walter, watching his brother's face, raised a brow and thought, What a liar.

Once they finished eating, William stood up. "I should get going. I have work to do."

Lady Seraphina nodded. "Have a good day."

Walter smirked. "Let me walk you to the exit."

They walked together toward the carriage waiting outside. As William prepared to step in, Walter leaned closer with a sly grin.

"So… is the lucky person a he or a she?"

William's expression darkened instantly.

"Mind your own business," he muttered before stepping into the carriage.

William sat in the carriage, gazing out of the window as it carried him back to his mansion. When he arrived, the grand doors opened, and Jonathan, his loyal attendant, greeted him at the entrance.

"Welcome, Lord William," Jonathan said with a slight bow.

William glanced at him and spoke in a low, commanding tone. "Go wash up."

Jonathan stiffened slightly, unsure why, but nodded. "Y-Yes, my lord."

He hurried to his quarters—a modest yet well-kept room. Stepping into the bathroom, he washed up quickly before changing into a crisp white Renaissance-style shirt paired with fitted black pants.

Once ready, he made his way to William's chamber. He knocked briefly before entering.

Inside, William was lounging on his bed, legs crossed, holding a glass of wine. He had just bathed, his damp hair falling over his forehead, and he wore only a silk bathrobe, slightly undone at the chest.

Without looking up, William swirled his wine and smirked. "Come, Jonathan. Have a drink with me."

Jonathan stepped closer to William, hesitant yet obedient.

Before he could react, William suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward, making him fall onto his lap. Jonathan's breath hitched, his face instantly turning red.

William smirked, his sharp eyes gleaming with amusement as he leaned in, inhaling Jonathan's freshly washed scent. "Hmm… you smell nice," he murmured.

Jonathan swallowed hard, unable to meet William's gaze. His heart pounded in his chest.

"Close your eyes," William commanded in a low, velvety tone.

Jonathan hesitated for a brief moment but eventually obeyed, shutting his eyes.

A second later, he felt William's warm breath ghost over his lips. Soft, teasing kisses trailed along his skin. The touch was slow and deliberate, sending a shiver down Jonathan's spine.

Jonathan gasped, his breath shaky. "M-My lord, wait… I can't breathe…"

William chuckled, tilting Jonathan's chin up. "Oh? Already out of breath? Take your time."

His fingers slowly traced down Jonathan's chest, rubbing over his sensitive skin. Jonathan shivered at the touch.

"M-My lord…" he whispered, his face burning.

William leaned closer, his warm breath tickling Jonathan's ear. "Let me taste you," he murmured before pressing his lips to Jonathan's nipples.

Jonathan bit his lip, gripping William's robe as soft kisses turned into something more—teasing and claiming.

Jonathan let out a shaky breath. "Ahh…" His body tensed as William continued teasing him.

With one hand, William rubbed slow circles around Jonathan's other nipple, his touch light but deliberate.

"Looks like you're enjoying this," William murmured, his gaze fixed on Jonathan's flushed face. His cheeks were deep red, his body trembling under William's touch.

Smirking, William gently laid Jonathan down on the bed, hovering over him before capturing his lips in a deep kiss.

William knelt before him, his fingers deftly unfastening the buttons of his trousers with practiced ease. A slow, deliberate movement—one of both reverence and desire.

"My lord…" came a breathless whisper, trembling between them.

A sharp inhale, a flicker of hesitation, yet William did not falter. His touch was gentle, yet possessive, stuck deeper.

"Please…" a voice quivered above him. "You mustn't…"

But William merely met his gaze, lips curling into a knowing smile before he leaned in—devotion laced in every motion, every lingering breath.

Jonathan groaned as the morning light streamed through the window. Frustrated, he grabbed a pillow and buried his face in it.

William, noticing his behavior, stepped closer and smirked. "Hey, show me your face," he said, nudging Jonathan lightly.

"My lord, it's too embarrassing," Jonathan mumbled from behind the pillow.

Jonathan buried his face in the pillow, his muffled voice filled with embarrassment.

William frowned, his patience wearing thin. He leaned in, his fingers grazing Jonathan's holes. "Stop hiding from me," he said, his tone firm yet teasing.

Jonathan flinched as William pressed a single finger against holes. "N-No, wait, my lord—"

A sharp gasp escaped him as William pushed further, his smirk deepening. "It's just one finger," he murmured.

Jonathan trembled beneath him. "A-Ah… stop…"

But William didn't listen. He slid in a second finger, his grip unyielding.

Jonathan's breath hitched. "Ahhh… stop, no—"

William chuckled, his voice dripping with amusement. "It's only two fingers."