Page 46 of The Cursed Sebastian Storm

Sebastian whimpered. James wanted to wake up with him every day. He was wanted, and every touch James gave him confirmed it, over and over. Sebastian was wanted, and it felt fucking amazing to accept without caveats.

James rubbed his nose over Sebastian’s. He made a satisfied sound as Sebastian’s hole twitched against his finger, eager for more. James pressed against the puckered flesh, tapping and rubbing but not penetrating. The teasing touch had Sebastian panting, his cock leaking, giving away just how needy he was.

James held him in place, lining them up perfectly, and rolled his hips, precum easing the slide of skin against skin. “You’re so wet. Fuck, Sebastian, you feel amazing.”

Sebastian’s cheeks were on fire. “You like that I’m wet for you?”

“So much.” James pulled back and grabbed Sebastian’s dick, watching as more precum beaded at his slit and rolled down his already glistening head. “Look at you leaking, sweetheart. You want me so much.”

The first time they’d hooked up, Sebastian had been embarrassed by how much of a mess he’d made of himself aching for James. His arousal had always come with an excessive amount of precum, but with James, it was unparalleled.

“I want you,” Sebastian panted as James worked his leaking cock. “Can’t hide how much I need you, James.”

James moaned, swiping the wetness with his thumb and rubbing it around Sebastian’s tip. He rolled Sebastian onto his back and aligned their dicks, taking them both in his hand. James squeezed their lengths together, tight. “Tell me you’ve never needed anyone like you need me.”

“Fuck, James,” Sebastian whimpered. “Never. I’ve never needed anyone but you.”

“Yes, Sebastian.” James stroked them hard, his face flushed, gaze fixed on their cocks. “You’re mine. You know that, right? Say you’re mine.”

Sebastian clung to James’s shoulders, digging his fingers into the taut muscle. “I’m yours. All my wetness is for you, James. Every drop.”

“Fuck.” James came on a strangled cry. Cum spilled over his hand, onto their cocks and Sebastian’s stomach. James thrust into his fist. His cock slid against Sebastian’s swollen, aching erection as James chased his orgasm, grunting, “Mine, mine.”

A whine escaped Sebastian. He was so close. James was a hard, unrelenting beauty on top of him, and his words were just as potent as his touch. Sebastian was nearly sobbing it all felt so good.

James readjusted his grip around Sebastian, not even pausing to catch his breath as he smeared his cum over Sebastian’s cock. His intensity didn’t die. It was as if he wanted Sebastian’s release more than he had his own. James jacked Sebastian off with perfect, tight strokes, his attention shooting up to study Sebastian’s face.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he commanded in a low rasp. “Show me you mean it. All of this is for me. I’m the only one for you.”

Sebastian moaned and came hard, James’s stare searing itself into his memory. Nothing had been easier than letting James know he meant it. Nothing had felt better. No orgasm in his life as consuming as this one. All of Sebastian’s arousal was for James. All his feelings. And the fact that James seemed to come alive knowing that, like Sebastian’s desire burned a fire in him, was the most intoxicating thing Sebastian had ever experienced.

James worked him until he whimpered. Only then did he relent, collapsing on top of Sebastian and kissing him deeply until neither of them could breathe.

James rested his forehead against Sebastian’s shoulder, panting.

Sebastian felt almost high. He’d never been this keyed up while simultaneously spent and deeply satisfied. He wiggled beneath James. In response, James picked up his head. Sebastian grinned. “I like this possessive side of you.”

James’s face heated, his breathing still ragged. “I may have gotten carried away.”

“Good.” Sebastian rolled his hips, smearing their cum between them. “Hope it happens again soon.”

James bit his lip like he was going to protest and retreat back into his bashful shell. Then his eyes flashed mischievously. “Think I can arrange that.” He lowered his head and bit the crook of Sebastian’s neck, not hard enough to hurt, but not too gently either. “Mine,” he growled in a commanding yet playful voice that sent a shock of pleasure through Sebastian. James bit him again, groaning and sucking on the spot before picking his head up and fixing Sebastian with serious set eyes. “Now you’ve been claimed and can’t be taken away. How’s that for possessive?”

The words were tender and unfaltering, causing Sebastian’s breathing to turn shallow. He threaded his fingers through James’s hair and pulled him back down. “Again,” he whispered.

James bit and licked and growled mine with more intensity. It seemed like something had unlocked within James, like he was freeing a need he’d longed to express but hadn’t allowed himself to.

Sebastian wondered if James was letting this side of himself out to show Sebastian how much he meant to him, like Sebastian’s need for reassurance had given James permission to express himself without worrying it would be too much.

James bit him again, letting out a guttural moan. There would most likely be an array of bruises on Sebastian’s pale, freckled skin later, and he couldn’t wait to see them.

He loved this, even if James’s possessive side was born out of his fear of losing people, as Sebastian suspected. Chances were, James wanted to claim Sebastian so he couldn’t be taken away, assert to the universe that Sebastian belonged to him so it would know not to separate them. That was a level of possession Sebastian hadn’t even dreamed of.

Sebastian’s neediness was the perfect match for this side of James. Their imperfections fit together like they were made for each other almost as if their traumas had been twisted together for the last fourteen years, not out of random chance, but to create their other half. A person who understood them like no one else.

It made what they had feel inevitable. Meant to be. There was no room left for doubt between them. Nothing would tear them apart now. Not when they both wanted each other with equal desperation.

Sebastian tugged on James’s hair. “Let me claim you too.”

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