kingsman_thesecretservice

[Steve was careful to hide his displeasure from mistress when the night ended. The memory of his time with the other consort was enough to keep his mind occupied and the bruises that one man had left behind were covered with the pleasurable sort now. He could pretend it was fine until he had his plan in order.

He was of an age that going back to be put on a regular consort auction wasn't likely to yield favorable results. People wanted a consort that they could spend the rest of their lives with and hardly ever purchased anyone as old as Steve was. It wasn't impossible, he wasn't unattractive, but he wasn't delicate or youthful anymore.

As he laid in his bed that night, down the hall from an unkind mistress, he thought of consort law and what he knew of those in his situation. He could get out of it, but it wasn't easy. Steve could go to the consort office in town and explain what had occurred, but they'd need proof he couldn't provide to null the contract he had. Neither his mistress or the man she gave him to would admit to doing anything wrong. In fact, Steve could have made a fuss at the time and possibly stopped it, but he'd been in shock and wasn't used to disagreeing with a master or mistress. He didn't have a choice. He wouldn't stay here.

Two days later, he slips out and goes to the office. Explains his situation to a consort handler named Natasha who sends her staff out to investigate. Ill treatment of a consort wasn't uncommon but when a case was brought up, it was taken seriously. She keeps him safe and somehow, a servant in the house corroborates his story and his contract is voided that same day. Which leaves him without a livelihood and nowhere to go. Fortunately, a master in the area who already has a consort of his own has agreed to take Steve on in a temporary fashion. He'll live and work with him for a month and if the master wants to keep him, that'll be decided then.

Bruises faded, Steve is dropped off in front of large, beautiful house with only a bag of belongings to his name. The door is opened and he's ushered inside, staff taking his bag and guiding him to a sitting room where his new master and consort are waiting to meet him. As he steps in, head slightly bowed, his eyes go wide in surprise when they land on the blond standing not far behind his new master.]

I'm Steve.

[He slowly drops to his knees in front of the man.]

[ Noiz returns to his master, none worse for wear. The man doesn't seem to notice that Noiz has had a tryst in his absence (or perhaps doesn't care) and simply directs him to kneel by his seat until they leave as a group.

He liked fucking Steve. He liked it a lot. But as free as his master allows him to be, Noiz can't leave the estate grounds by himself unless he has leave, and he doesn't know where he'd find him anyway.

So reading and playing with his master's pets it is. It's on lazy Tuesday morning when Noiz is in his master's bed, laying on his stomach as the man caresses his back and ass that he hears the news.

A new consort entering the household on a trial basis is strange enough. If he becomes a permanent member, then what will Noiz be? He keeps his expression neutral as well as he can, and he doesn't respond beyond acknowledgement and instead turns his attention to showing his master how pleasured he is by his hands.

It would be unnatural for him to ask his master more questions. So Noiz listens to the servants and speaks to the few that are willing to have conversation with him. From them he gathers that it's not just any new consort that's coming in. It's a much older one. He suspects, but it isn't until he's in the sitting room with his master that his suspicions are confirmed.

He hears his master speak. ]

I am Lord Alistair Maynard. Your responsibilities were detailed in the temporary contract, and I assume you've read them. I will be more than fair to you if you can be fair to me.

[Steve hadn't known what to expect coming here. He'd hoped for a good master and that his current consort wouldn't mind the new company. He would never intrude on what was already arranged between the two, but would try to find a role for himself that they could all be happy with. Steve had no illusions to it being easy, but he would work hard, for all three of them, so that he wouldn't be forced to look for another master or go into consort training.

He doesn't lift his head or raise his eyes until his master is finished speaking. Steve knows to test the situation and to see what is expected of him.]

I have read them. [The responsibilities weren't any different than a permanent contract. The only difference was that if they weren't compatible, he'd be gone at the end of the month.] I've been trained and am skilled in all the ways you'd requested.

[He would never mention his former masters. It was impolite and he most men didn't want to think of their consorts of ever having anyone else. Unfortunately for Steve, he was old enough that that wasn't really a question, more that it was implied, but he thought of it as a skill level versus a real issue.]

I understand the situation is unique. You already have a consort and I don't want to cause you any trouble.

[Steve glances up at his master then, extends his hands palm up, one to both of them. Symbolic that he'll take the secondary position, that he knows his place without needing to be told.]

If you'll allow me, I'll be very good to you both.

[It was a question. This time. Even if he didn't phrase it that way.]

[ Steve is trained. More than that, he's practiced. Lord Maynard stays relaxed in his seat as he watches the older consort respond.

From his position Noiz can still tell that his master is pleased. He's glad of that. Noiz likes Steve and he believes that he's a good consort, one who certainly didn't deserve to be mistreated by his mistress so. Because he's pleasing Lord Maynard, it's likely he'll be kept on.

But Noiz is also unhappy at his appearance, as much as he tries to hide it. When Steve looks up he meets his gaze for a second before glancing away again, silent as Lord Maynard replies. ]

Your credentials impressed me. Your master never had a complaint about your services, so I expect the same level of work, even if you only remain here for a month. [ He pauses, then nods, almost to himself. ] This is my consort, Noiz. I'll have him show you to your accommodations. Come to my rooms at three this afternoon.

[Steve lowers his hands to rest on the top of his thighs and slowly pushes to his feet. His new master gets straight to the point and while he hadn't been nervous to see the other consort, the way he glances away quickly ticks his anxiety up. If Noiz didn't want him here then he wouldn't stay, simple as that.]

Thank you, sir. I'll be there as you've asked.

[His tone is even and polite, unsure, but he knows that will pass as he gets the chance to see what his new master is like. Steve stays where he is until Lord Maynard waves a hand to dismiss them and he angles his body into a submissive pose, then turns to walk back out of the room. With his bag readjusted to sling over his shoulder, the other consort slipping out as the door shuts behind them. Steve moves towards the stairs, waiting to be shown to his room.]

I owe you an explanation. [He keeps his voice down, this was between the two of them.] I applied to be removed from my mistress and it was granted. The only choice was to find someone to take me or go back. I'm too old for that. Your master was seeking a companion consort, a second.

[Steve hadn't heard of any displeasure with Noiz or that he was some kind of replacement. An addition, which he'd work hard to prove he was the right choice of.]

[ Noiz dips into a bow as Lord Maynard departs. Once he's gone, Noiz moves quickly after Steve, politeness mostly gone but properly bearing and poise still there, training pressed into his spine.

His back is straight and he gazes directly at Steve when he speaks. ]

He never told me he was looking for a second companion.

[ Judging by Steve's words and his responses, Noiz doesn't think he was aware of Noiz's identity before arriving here. So he can't blame him. That, however, does not stop him from frowning. ]

[Steve can see now that he's upset Noiz by coming here. It wasn't a choice he'd made lightly nor did he have any idea that it would be Noiz he'd be working with.]

That's what this has to be, doesn't it? [He steps closer to Noiz. Not so near him it would appear overly familiar or inappropriate, but so he can lower his voice.] Do you expect me to believe that he's displeased with you? That I'm a replacement.

[His brows arch, head canting to the side in disbelief.]

They didn't tell me anything other than what's in the contract, but the moment I saw that you were his consort, I knew I was a second. There are other kinks that your master might wish to indulge that a single consort can't provide.

[Noiz was the best sex of Steve's life. The other consort was going to have to own up to something pretty serious for Steve to believe that his master wanted to swap him out.]

[ Steve's explanation makes sense, and even if he hasn't been to school Noiz has thought of himself as a logical person before. Which is why he feels even worse that he can't just be pleased that Steve is now away from his mistress and here with him.

What if, he thinks. What if his master is displeased with him? ]

I was a replacement.

[ But they shouldn't be discussing this here. Noiz glances around before gesturing for Steve to follow him from the main building, through the picturesque green grounds to a small, well-kept bungalow to one edge of the property. ]

And?

[Steve arches a brow. Noiz didn't know that about him but he was opinionated and stubborn. He held fast to his beliefs and didn't want anyone to disagree with him. Well, he did sometimes because it made things interesting. He goes silent as he follows Noiz outside and away from the main building, taking in the grounds and the well-kept property.]

This is lovely. [Most consorts didn't get a private home. None that Steve had ever met. Even his kindest masters only gave him a room.] Has it always been here?

[If Noiz was a replacement, possibly not, but he was curious.]

[ Steve has asked two questions, one of which is easier to answer than the other. Noiz chooses to reply to that first. ]

One of his relatives used to live there. But she moved out once she got married.

[ It's nice, and Noiz knows that he's fortunate. He lets Steve in and after the door is closed behind them both he finally talks to him directly—and at normal volume. ]

He didn't tell me he was going to take a second consort. If he cared he'd tell me—or tell me that he's not satisfied.

[Steve sets his bag down in the main room, glancing around curiously. It was small but well-furnished, taken care of and he'd be fortunate to call this place his home if he could make this arrangement work.]

Then we'll ask him. Sometimes they forget or they're afraid of how we might react.

[Assumptions again, as he doesn't know Lord Maynard yet, but he was going to go with his gut. Like he usually does.]

Many men fantasize about having more than one person pleasing them. That doesn't mean every consort would be comfortable with that. [There was something else to consider.] What if I'm not for him, solely?

What if I'm for you, too? A companion consort.

[He sighs softly.]

We won't know until we ask him and we have to be careful how we do that.

[ With Steve's even-tempered responses, Noiz quiets down, at least temporarily. He's not so overwhelmed that he can't see sense. Though he is still annoyed. ]

How are you going to ask him? [ Noiz volunteers a bit of information, then. ] He doesn't ask me many questions, but he's never gotten cross with me for speaking to him.

[Steve sits on the couch, eyes glued to Noiz's face. They could do this to both their advantages, if they worked together. He doesn't know that the other consort is interested in that.]

Carefully. At three, when we go to see him. I assume he wants to know what I can do and test out our compatibility.

[He gestures to the seat across from him.]

Tell me what you want out of this and we'll make that happen. I don't want my contract to be over at the end of the month, but everything else is negotiable. If you don't want me to do certain things with our master, I won't. If you don't want me alone with him, I don't have to be. We can tell him, carefully, what we want and make it happen.

[Another slow pause.]

Are you in love with him?

[ Noiz has never requested anything of his master. He's always been well-provided for, well-fed, clothed, and housed in a pleasant cottage. What else could he ask for? And can he ask?

Slowly Noiz settles in the chair across from Steve. ]

I'm not. He's nice to me, he isn't someone I love. [ But Noiz also hardly knows anyone else, and being with his master makes him feel fulfilled. He doesn't know how he'll handle it when Steve is involved. ]

...Lord Maynard likes to hear my voice when we're together. He enjoys attentiveness.

[ Noiz is loud when he's with him, and only half from enjoyment. When he was speaking of masters being unable to truly please their consorts, he was speaking partially from experience. ]

[It was always a risk to ask a master or mistress for anything. Consorts were classed depending on who high ranking in society their master or mistress might be, but they were never any more important than those outside their own. Steve has learned to read people, through training and his time as a consort, and while it had to be done carefully, it could be done.

Making certain Noiz's position wasn't on the line was their top priority. After that Steve's permanency. Then, possibly, what the two of them might want to be happy. The last wasn't all that important, not when their master was known for taking care of his consorts. Noiz was testament to that.]

Thank you for telling me.

[It would change everything if Noiz were in love with Lord Maynard, at least for Steve.] I'd like to shower before we go to see him. If you could show me where everything is.

[The rest of the tour, Steve remains quiet. If Noiz were to pay attention to that, it'd be easy to tell that Steve is thinking. He's formulating a plan for what he needs to say and do. As they're walking from the cottage back towards the main house, he glances over a few times but doesn't work up the nerve to say anything. Talking to Noiz isn't the same as talking to Lord Maynard.]

[ Noiz nods, though he lingers where he is for a moment before gesturing for Steve to follow him deeper into the cottage. The bathroom has a deep claw foot tub and a heater for water, though the weather currently is temperate enough to not require it. Noiz steps inside the door to show him where the linens and clean robes are. ]

He'll buy you more later even if you brought your own.

[ Once Steve has finished showering and they're on the trek back to the main house, Noiz is quieter and at least somewhat calmer.

The door is closed and the wing of the house Lord Maynard occupies is almost deserted. Noiz knocks lightly at the bedroom, waits for Lord Maynard to reply, and lets them both in. Lord Maynard is at his desk reading a book which he finishes a page of before shutting and setting aside. When he raises his head he lets his eyes travel over both Noiz and Steve, from head to toe, before he rises from his seat and moves to sit on his bed. ]

Come to me.

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[Steve's skin is still flushed from scrubbing himself clean, thoroughly. The learning curve was going to continue for a while, but he could only assume that Lord Maynard wanted him to be. Noiz doesn't say anything on the way there, or before they step into the room, which would be unsettling if Steve didn't know what kind of position he's put the other consort in.

He takes a step over and behind Noiz, letting him lead the way to the bed, showing that he's not trying to take over. Steve wants to be respectful.]

Undress. Both of you.

[His eyes flick to the ground, it's no longer their game. It's their master's. He can be mindful of the other consort but he has to make sure he pleases Lord Maynard. Steve's fingers slowly work open the buttons of his tunic shirt, draping it along the back of a chair and removing his pants in the same fashion. He can't help but notice the differences between himself and Noiz. Not just in height, but the piercings that dotted across the other consort which Steve had none of.]

[ Noiz lowers his gaze while Lord Maynard inspects them. This won't be his first time sleeping with multiple people at the same time. It will be his first time pleasing his own master with another consort and no one else.

Given the order, he removes his shirt, undershirt, bracings and pants, stripping from the top down. The piercings Lord Maynard specified he be given before he was taken on as a consort are largely hidden under his clothes, to let him better fit in at social functions.

In the bedroom, of course, a consort has no need to fit in. Noiz is here for Lord Maynard's pleasure first and foremost rather than his reputation. With silver piercings gleaming against his skin, Noiz waits until he hears Lord Maynard shift in his seat and say, ]

Noiz. Come to me.

[ He closes the distance between them with swift steps, knowing the layout of the room. Smoothly he drops to his knees by Lord Maynard's feet, head lowered to show his appreciation of the firm but gentle hand that cards through his hair. ]

And you... [ Lord Maynard pauses before directing Steve. ] Come here. I want to see you.

[Steve's eyes follow Noiz as he moves closer to Lord Maynard, dropping to his knees with all the ease and practice that one would expect from a consort. He's not shy, not reserved or embarrassed to show himself to his new master, but he does go about it slowly. Steve's movements are calculated.

He crosses the room and angles his body just so, before pausing in front of his master. Instead of kneeling, he remains standing to give Lord Maynard the best view.]

Turn around.

[He turns slowly, stopping when he feels Lord Maynard's fingers ghosting down his side, following the curve of his ass before tapping it lightly to get him to move again. Steve comes back to face, dropping down to his knees beside Noiz. Their arms are pressed together, Lord Maynard's hand coming up to trace the length of his throat while toying gently with the other consort's hair.]

I was curious what you'd look like together.

[Steve can tell from his expression that he approves. Boldly, he lifts a hand runs his palm along his master's thigh.]

[ Steve is forward, by Noiz's estimation, confident in his body like all consorts are but also proactive in a way Noiz hesitates to be. He can see Lord Maynard move his leg under his hand, responding to the touch positively as his own hand moves up to cup Steve's chin. ]

You make a pair very pleasing to the eye. [ He strokes his thumb along the line of Steve's jaw before sitting back. ] Now show me that you can play nicely together. Kiss him, Noiz.

[ Noiz has kept his head down even though this all seems to be going well. As accustomed as he is to serving Lord Maynard and though he knows this is serving him as well, it's strange to turn to Steve while Lord Maynard watches and lean in to kiss him softly.

It's a far gentler affair than the way he'd acted with Steve before, when they were alone together, but there's a heated energy in the way he moves all the same. ]

[Steve curls his fingers and strokes their master's thigh, growing more confident as the man makes it clear that he enjoys the attention and touch. His eyes dart to the other consort, head tipping in his direction.

This is where he'd been uncertain, nervous even. They've slept together already, not that their master will ever know of that, but this is different. They have to do what he asks and yet, it still feels too intimate.]

Yes, sir.

[The moment Noiz's lips touch his, Steve gasps and presses into it, hand falling away to ghost along the other consort's sides. Maynard laughs, a soft and pleased chuckle as he runs his hands across Steve's shoulder while the other plays with Noiz's hair.]

You like him, don't you? Show me how much.

[ Isn't gasping like that too much? Too obvious? Lord Maynard seems to like it, if his reaction is any indication. The fingers in his hair are firm and reassuring. As he keeps kissing Steve, Noiz lets out a little moan himself. The other consort is appealing, undeniably so, and Noiz presses closer with one thigh slotting between Steve's so that even more of their skin is in contact. ]

Touch his waist, Noiz. [ He hears Lord Maynard's murmur from above. He puts both hands on Steve's sides, moving his thumbs in small circles on his hips before Lord Maynard gives him another order. ] Take his cock in your hand.

[ It won't be the first time Noiz has touched him so intimately. Still, he doesn't bother acting shy; Lord Maynard doesn't care for coyness and he knows Noiz is practiced besides. Instead he's firm as he wraps his fingers around his shaft and begins to touch. To take a breath, Noiz draws back, blinking a few times as he gazes at Steve—then looks to Lord Maynard, who is watching them as he rubs himself with one hand through his trousers. ]

[Steve doesn't bother to hide how much he enjoys this, with Noiz. If Lord Maynard didn't want to see them having sex together and liking it, he wouldn't have reacted the way that he had. He can disguise his own displeasure in front of a master or mistress, when he has to, tone it down or amp it up, but this is just as much about Noiz as it is for Maynard. He wants to please them both.

The other consort already knows what Steve is like in bed, the sounds he makes and what he asks for. Enough that, Steve assumes, he'd be able to tell if he were faking it - he doesn't want to.

He cants his hips into Noiz's hands, the contact light but soothing, arousing. There's a moment where he simply stays still, accustoms to Noiz's hand on his cock, the way his fingers curl and his palms glides along the shaft.]

Steve.

[His eyes flit to their master, brows slightly pinched as he gives the man his undivided attention. Lord Maynard gestures with the flick of his head towards Noiz. Oh.

He moves his hand down Noiz's chest, thumb caressing a nipple, fingertips mapping out the lights and ridges of his stomach. Closer to his groin, Steve curls his hand around Noiz's cock and begins to stroke, keeping his movements paced with the other consort.]

[ Steve's member feels good in his hand, skin velvety soft and smooth against his palm as he focuses his fingers at the tip. ]

Mm. [ He moans a little against his mouth, hips twitching up and back arching into his fingers. Bared to his touch and Lord Maynard's attention, Noiz feels the usual slight flush start to color his face and around his ears. ]

Do you like his piercings?

[ Two small rings adorn Noiz's nipples, silver and shiny, hanging down and appearing more clear as he starts to feel arousal. Noiz makes a low sound again and moves his lips against Steve's, tongue drawing over his lower lip. Lord Maynard decided them for him, as he decided all the other jewelry in his ears and navel.

One other piece of metal is through Noiz's tongue, and he runs it carefully to the roof of Steve's mouth. ]

[Steve wants to focus completely on Noiz and the moment he thinks that, he realizes it could be a problem. He won't let it become one. When Lord Maynard is around, he'll use all the skills he's been given and all his prior practice, and be the best consort he can be. That way, he won't risk his position here and won't but Noiz into a scenario he doesn't like. The sex they have now isn't for themselves, as much as Steve had enjoyed it before and would prefer that. It's not an option.

He's never considered piercings before. Whether he likes them or not. He does, though, when they're on Noiz. He breaks the kiss to respond.]

I like his.

[There's no misinterpreting his response, as quickly as it's given before he's kissed. Steve likes what Noiz has. Not anybody else's or on anyone else, just his. It shows that Steve already believes they can be compatible sexually, as he's attracted to the other consort. Maynard never needs to know that they've already discovered that.

He groans as metal bumps against the back of his teeth, and he closes his lips around Noiz's tongue, sucking. It's lewd and loud in the quiet room, but the thrum of arousal that slinks through his body, he can feel go through their master too.]

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