Philip and William drove to Henry's family's nearby Manor or family home. After driving for a while, Philip stopped at a steel gate with an engraving of St. Clair.
A guard is standing beside the steel gate in a little check post. He opened his flashlight to get a better look at who was sitting in the car, and after inspecting, he opened the gate.
There was still some distance to cover. Henry's home was some miles away from Harald's Estate; however, that Manor was a lot older than the Mansion in which Harald had lived for four generations.
As you approach the old rich family manor, you can't help but feel in awe of its grandeur. The Manor is on a vast estate, surrounded by perfectly manicured gardens and lush greenery. The driveway leading up to the Manor is lined with towering trees, their branches stretching like welcoming arms.
The Manor is a majestic sight, with its stone facade and towering turrets. The roof is made of slate tiles with several chimneys rising into the sky. The front of the Manor features a grand entrance with two large wooden doors framed by intricate stonework.
The windows of the Manor are tall and narrow, with intricate tracery around the frames. Some windows are adorned with stained glass, depicting scenes from the family's history or coat of arms.
The Manor is surrounded by a high stone wall, creating a sense of seclusion and privacy. The entrance gate is wrought iron, and the family's coat of arms is prominently displayed at the top.
Philip parked his car in the space beside the fountain. William and Philip both got out of the car. Philip took Williams's hand and knocked on the front door.
A man opened the door momentarily, "Master Philip, it's a pleasure to see you again. Come on in."
"Likewise, Rupert," said Philip. "Is she here?"
"Yes, she's waiting for you in the drawing room." Said, Rupert.
Philip took William and went to the drawing room. Philip knew the Manor well because he had spent his time here.
Philip and William entered the drawing room, where they found a middle-aged woman sitting on the sofa, sipping tea. The room was elegantly furnished, with plush armchairs and a grand piano in one corner.
"Mrs. Harrison, it's lovely to see you," Philip said, approaching the woman with a warm smile.
"Philip, my dear boy," Mrs. Harrison said, embracing him. "It's been too long. And you must be William; I would like to hear more about you."
William smiled and extended his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Harrison."
Mrs. Harrison took his hand and gave it a firm shake. "Please, call me Beatrice. And let's have a good look at you, my dear," she said, eyeing him up and down with a critical eye.
William felt a pang of nerves as he stood under her gaze. He knew how important Mrs. Harrison was to Philip and wanted to make a good impression.
"He's a fine young man, Philip," Mrs. Harrison said, finally breaking the silence. "You've done well for yourself."
Philip beamed with pride. "Thank you, Beatrice. I'm lucky to have found him."
Mrs. Harrison nodded approvingly. "I'm sure you are, my dear. Now, let's all sit down and have a cup of tea. I have some fresh scones that I'm sure you'll enjoy."
William and Philip sat on the opposite sofa, and Mrs. St. Clair yelled, "RUPERT COME HERE FOR A SECOND."
Rupert came after a few seconds and bowed in front of Mrs. Harrison, and she whispered something in his ear. She smiled at William and Philip, who both were a little puzzled by this little intrusion.
Nevertheless, they didn't say anything and smiled back. As they sipped their tea and nibbled on scones, the atmosphere in the drawing room grew more relaxed. The aroma of freshly brewed tea filled the air, and the clink of teaspoons against fine china added gentle background noise.
The tea was of the highest quality, with a smooth and delicate flavor that danced on the tongue. It was served in porcelain cups, adorned with an intricate floral pattern in shades of blue and gold. The cups were accompanied by matching saucers, and a small dish of sugar cubes and a pitcher of milk were placed in the center of the table.
The scones were still warm from the oven, and they crumbled satisfyingly when bitten into. They were accompanied by a selection of jams and clotted cream, which added a sweet and creamy contrast to the slightly bitter tea.
As they chatted and sipped their tea, the warmth and comfort of the room enveloped them like a soft blanket. The moonlight filtered through the windows, casting a solemn glow over the room. The wind singing in the garden outside provided tranquil background music.
It was a moment of peace and contentment, and Philip and William were grateful. They knew that their future together might bring challenges and uncertainties. Still, for now, they were happy to bask in the warmth and comfort of Mrs. Harrison's drawing room.
Sometime later, Rupert entered the drawing room with an elegant box and placed it on the table; Mrs. Harrison gestured for him to leave.
After tea, Mrs. Harrison stood up and walked over to a beautiful antique armoire. She opened the door and pulled out a small velvet box.
"William, my dear," she said, holding the box towards him. "I have something for you. Something that belonged to Philip's mother."
William looked at the box, surprised and intrigued. He knew that Philip's mother had passed away when he was young, and he had always felt curious about her.
"Please, open it," Mrs. Harrison urged.
William lifted the box lid and gasped at what he saw inside. Nestled on a bed of black velvet was a stunning emerald necklace, the gemstones glinting in the light.
"This is beautiful," William said, awestruck. "Thank you, Mrs. Harrison."
Mrs. Harrison smiled warmly. "Please, call me Beatrice. And I'm glad you like it. It was one of Margaret's favorite pieces."
Philip looked on with a mixture of pride and emotion. He knew how much his mother's necklace meant to him, and he was grateful that Beatrice had chosen to gift it to William.
"I can't accept this," William said, hesitant. "It's too precious."
"Nonsense," Beatrice said, taking his hand. "Margaret would have wanted you to have it. It's time it had a new home, with someone who will appreciate its beauty as much as she did."
William felt a lump in his throat as he slipped the necklace around his neck, feeling the weight of the gemstones against his skin. It was a symbol of the past and the future, a reminder of the love and legacy passed down to him.
"I would like to host you two for dinner after your wedding, but I think it's that you get going." Said Mrs. Harrison.
Philip and William stood up, and she escorted them to the front door. She stopped momentarily and looked at Philip, "you remind me so much of her, my dear Philip. I wish nothing but happiness for you." Mrs. Harrison said.
"Thank you for everything," Philip told her.
"I didn't do anything. I wish I could've done more for you." She said with a sorrowful face.
"No, you did everything for me, and I don't know how to thank you," Philip said while holding her hands as a thank you.
"You can thank me by being happy, my dear." Said Mrs. Harrison.
Philip hugged her and got out. William saw this and was tearful but tried his hardest not to cry. Mrs. Harrison stopped William and said, "when the need arises, I'm always here for you."
"Thank you," said William.
Philip and William drove back to their house, and it was almost midnight. William fell asleep in the car. Philip got out and opened the door from William's side, lifting him up with his two hands, and took him to the penthouse. He placed William on a bed and kissed him, undressing him slowly.
Philip took off his jeans and saw that he was wearing silk panties. Philip got up on him and, placing his legs together, opened the drawer to get the lube. Philip rubbed the lube between his thighs and took some on his palms as he unbuckled his pants and took out his fully erect cock.
He rubbed the remaining lube on his cock and entered between Williams's thighs. William, although sleeping, moaned while Philip rubbed his cock between his thighs, making him cum in his panties and getting them wet.
Philip took off William's crop top and pinched his nipple, making him squirm in his sleep. He stopped for a moment to admire William's beauty before sucking and biting his nipples.
A palm print formed on Williams's breast as Philip squeezed them. Philip's rhythm became faster and faster until he cummed all over William.
"Ah, fuck..."
To be continued.
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