Page 6 of Love Me Forever

“I can do it.”

Sébastien sat on the bed to remove his boots. “Do you want a bath?”

“That depends if you’re in it or not.”

Sébastien gave him a look. They hadn’t done it in months, and just because they would be getting married, it didn’t mean everything from Sébastien’s past would go away. He might notbe inclined to sex right at the moment even though Remus was practically dying to be buried in his ass. Months of using his hand weren’t the same.

“We don’t have to have sex,” Remus added. It's not like he'd die if they didn't do it right away, and it wouldn't be good if Sébastien wasn't completely into it too.

“It’s not sex I’m worried about.” Sébastien leaned over to set his boots on the floor at the foot of the bed. “I’m sure you remember the tub isn’t that big. Two is going to be a tight fit.”

“I think we can make it work.”

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Remus banged his elbow on the pipe sticking out of the wall and swore. Once Sébastien got in and sat, the water level rose dangerously close to the top. With their legs pressed together, there wasn’t much room.

It was worth the squeeze to see Sébastien’s faint smile as he spoke. “I told you it’d be a tight fit. I miss having a big tub.”

“We will one day,” said Remus.

Sébastien carefully stood and turned, giving Remus a good eyeful of everything, front and back. “Let me sit against you.”

It was hard to make his cock behave once Sébastien settled between his legs and leaned back against his chest. Remus wrapped his arms around him and squeezed. If certain things had gone differently last year…Sébastien wouldn’t be against him now. Remus still remembered the consuming panic and fear that Sébastien had died by the beach last year.

“I’m glad you’re back,” Sébastien murmured.

Remus kissed the side of his neck. “Me too.”

Sébastien pushed back against Remus’s erection. Whether on purpose or because he’d simply wanted to shift was hard to tell.

“So, uh…”Sébastien suddenly paused.

That wasn’t a word Remus usually heard from him. “What?”

“I might as well tell you now since you’ll see them anyway…I bought a couple of toys.”

“Oh, you mean sex toys?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay? You mean a phallus?”

“Yeah. I never bought anything like that before.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” said Remus.

“I wanted to try taking care of myself. We weren’t exactly doing much sexual stuff before you left.”

“You needed time,” said Remus. “Even though we lived, and you’re safe now, you were under a lot of stress. I don’t expect things to vanish.”

“Well…I was thinking it would help if I used them on myself. It’s kind of an ingrained thought to try and hold back my orgasm, and I don’t want anything fromhimhaving that much power over me. I used to barely masturbate in the years after because I was so disgusted by myself. I think the toys helped with getting myself used to being penetrated and finishing.”

“I can see that.” With Sébastien doing it by himself, there wouldn’t be any pressure to do anything or worry about another’s pleasure. Also, since he'd started doubting Remus would return, he'd been learning what he liked in regards to taking care of himself.

“If you don’t mind using the toys on me at times, I’d like that. It might be easier to start with for a while since I want to have sex with you.”

“Like to help prep you?”

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