Page 59 of The Cursed Sebastian Storm

“Gonna make me come if you keep doing that,” James warned.

Sebastian doubled down, James’s cock heavy against his tongue. He wanted to take him all the way in, truly let giving head consume him. He let go of the base of James’s cock and pushed forward, taking him into the back of his throat.

“Oh shit.” James’s grip on his hair tightened.

Sebastian groaned. His own cock throbbed, but he didn’t take his eyes off James, just slid up and down James’s length, taking him as far in as he could.

James moaned. “Fuck, Sebastian. Feels so good. Like you were made for it.”

Yes. Sebastian needed more. He took James deeper as one of his hands dropped from James’s thigh to rub his aching dick through his jeans.

“You like that? Being made for me?” James stroked Sebastian’s cheek with a thumb, making Sebastian whimper.

Yes, he loved the idea of being made for James. The thought had his own orgasm crashing into him. He spilled into his pants with a few rough strokes of his hand.

“Oh shit.” James thrust into Sebastian’s mouth as he watched Sebastian come. It was as consuming as Sebastian wanted it to be. Pleasure soared through him as James’s dick pulsed and hot cum flooded his mouth.

Sebastian swallowed, bobbing on James until he’d sucked everything he could out of him. He pulled off reluctantly, wanting to stay connected and keep the taste of James from fading.

Why couldn’t James be his whole world? It felt so fucking good. Sebastian had been so lonely for so long. He wanted to fill himself with James and cling until he forgot he’d ever been alone.

James took a few unsteady breaths and pulled Sebastian up. It seemed James didn’t want to let go either. Without speaking, he reached for Sebastian’s jeans, undoing them and pulling them down. He peeled back Sebastian’s ruined underwear to reveal his soft, sticky cock. James dragged his fingers through the cum cooling against Sebastian’s skin. Sebastian shivered, moaning as James brought his fingers to his mouth.

“It’s so hot seeing you make a mess of yourself for me.” James licked his fingers, and Sebastian’s cheeks burned. “It’s like just knowing you’re mine gets you off.”

Sebastian made a desperate sound. “Knowing I’m yours is all I need, James.”

James shook his head. “All you need, huh? Didn’t I say you deserved to be spoiled?” Sebastian nodded, and James knelt before him. “That’s right. Now, can I clean you up?”

Sebastian’s eyes widened. He nodded again, words failing him. James leaned forward, and Sebastian had to bite back a whimper as James ran his tongue over his sensitive cock.

James licked him delicately, moving to kiss and swirl his tongue over the crease between Sebastian’s groin and thigh when Sebastian’s cock became too tender. He cleaned the cum from his skin before burying his nose against it and breathing in. Eventually, he made his way back to Sebastian’s dick and cleaned that too, like he was worshipping it. It wasn’t just sexy. It was…more.

Sebastian felt exposed, vulnerable, and so pampered as James’s soft ministrations tickled and teased him, each gentle caress perfect and loving.

When he was done, James kissed the head of Sebastian’s cock and righted his clothes, then stood and did up his own jeans. He ran a hand through Sebastian’s hair. “You probably still want to change before dinner.”

He said it so matter-of-fact, as if he hadn’t just given Sebastian an unfathomable gift. Like it was normal to be so treasured.

Sebastian scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, my boxers are a bit sticky.”

James grinned. “Come on. You can borrow some of my clothes.”

Sebastian followed James upstairs. He hoped he’d made James feel as treasured as he did right now.

He perched on James’s bed as James dug around in his drawers and closet. Instead of handing him the pile of clothes as Sebastian expected, James set everything on the bed and pulled Sebastian’s shirt over his head.

James kissed the freckles cascading over Sebastian’s shoulders, lingering on the bite marks at the crook of his neck. His lips were as delicate as they’d been on his cock.

Sebastian sighed. It felt so good.

James continued to take care of him, handing Sebastian a T-shirt and helping him out of his jeans and underwear. He caressed Sebastian’s skin as he went, tracing the shape of his hips, kneading his thighs and calf muscles.

Sebastian had never felt so cared for.

James watched as Sebastian pulled on the borrowed boxer briefs and a pair of sweats. His gaze didn’t feel sexual. His expression wasn’t lust-laden like it had been earlier. It seemed more proud, if anything. Which Sebastian didn’t quite understand.

“I like seeing you in my clothes.” James reached out to adjust the collar of the T-shirt Sebastian was wearing.

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