Page 48 of The Cursed Sebastian Storm

One finger became two. Sebastian arched. He wanted so badly to get hard again, for James to fuck him without a condom so he could get him deeper inside and be absolutely flooded with his cum.

“There you go, sweetheart.” James crooned as he pumped his fingers. “Take it all and know you’re mine.”

“Yes,” Sebastian whimpered as he accepted what James gave him.

When James seemed satisfied he’d stuffed Sebastian full, he flopped forward, covering Sebastian with his body. They lay there unmoving except for James’s lips on Sebastian’s neck.

Sebastian luxuriated in James’s weight on top of him. “I’m yours,” he whispered, and he fucking believed it. Nothing had felt so good.

“And I’m yours,” James whispered back.

They stayed like that for a long while until James shifted his weight slightly, saying, “I want to lie here forever, replaying this morning in my mind on repeat. Because fuck, that was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had. But we should probably shower.”

“No. I can’t move. I’m stuck,” Sebastian whined, and James chuckled. “I’m staying in these cum-stained sheets forever. Though, instead of replaying all that mind-blowing sex, we could just keep fucking.”

“Forever?” James sat up and tugged Sebastian’s arm, giving him a bemused grin. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“But you like it when I’m ridiculous.” Sebastian rolled onto his back, feeling smug as James’s attention went automatically to his soft, cum-covered cock.

James blinked and met Sebastian’s eyes. “Yes, I do.” He frowned and tugged Sebastian’s hand again, this time with determination, like he was trying to be sensible in the face of Sebastian’s silly, forever-fucking idea. “Come be ridiculous in the shower with me.”

That got Sebastian up.

It was still too dark to be close to when James needed to get to work—they must have woken even earlier than Sebastian thought—so they took their time. The shower here wasn’t as nice as Sebastian’s at Storm House. It was a much tighter fit with two, but they made it work.

James didn’t seem to be done with his claiming. He kissed Sebastian roughly and insisted on washing him with a soapy cloth, fussing and pampering him, paying extra attention to Sebastian’s groin and backside.

“I can feel your cum leaking out of me,” Sebastian groaned, one arm braced on the wall as water cascaded down his back.

“Think I’ll need to fill you up again.”

Sebastian turned around to find James red-faced. “Listen to your dirty mouth.”

James stuttered, going redder. “I—yeah—I still prefer you being the scandalous one.”

“I don’t think it’s that scandalous, James.” Sebastian bopped him on the nose.

He frowned.

“I love it when you say dirty things while you’re fucking me, but hearing it now is almost better. I think it’s a good sign you aren’t holding yourself back.”

James’s frowny lips twitched. “What can I say? You bring it out in me.”

Sebastian smiled, overly pleased with himself.

James traced Sebastian’s curved lips with a wet finger. “I’ll say anything to show you how I feel.”

Sebastian’s breath caught, but James wasn’t done.

“I know we’re only at the start of us, but I’m fucking gone for you, Sebastian. I’m constantly in awe of you. Your humor, your enthusiasm, your resilience. I just need you to know you don’t have to be strong alone anymore. I’m here for you. You can come to me with anything.”

James’s finger continued to trace Sebastian’s lips as tears slid down Sebastian’s already wet cheeks.

James cupped Sebastian’s jaw. “You burn so bright nothing could put you out. You’re amazing, and I can’t believe I’m with you.”

Sebastian threw himself on James and crushed him into a hug. “Holy shit, when you open up, you go all in.”

“Yeah, well.” James shrugged from within Sebastian’s embrace.

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