Page 8 of Love Me Forever

“Harder.”

“Hang on.”

He alternated each cheek and watched them turn faintly pink before giving him a good wallop across both. Sébastien’s breathing picked up, and Remus added a little more force. Each strike made Sébastien’s hard cock bounce a little on his thigh, and he squirmed like he was trying to rub himself.

“None of that.”

Sébastien seemed to be making a real effort to stay still while Remus made his rear a little pinker, but not too much. When he took the phallus again and slipped it, Sébastien swore.

Remus removed it. “Get on the bed.”

Sébastien supported himself on his forearms and stuck his ass up. Remus added more oil to the toy and dribbled some down Sébastien’s crack. After slipping the tapered end into his hole one, Remus reached around him to grasp cock and gently stroke him.

“Faster.” Sébastien squirmed and pushed back against the toy.

“Hang on.” Remus ached to be buried between the cheeks he’d just reddened, but he wanted Sébastien to be opened a little more.

“Wait-take it out.”

Remus immediately pulled it out. “Do we need to stop?”

“No.” Sébastien shifted around to face him. “You can still reach my ass.”

Remus bit back a swear when Sébastien’s lips closed around the tip of his cock, and his tongue flicked along the slit to collect the pre-cum. Remus wanted to thrust into his mouth and feel the sucking heat along his whole shaft, but it was something he needed to let Sébastien do on his own. He hadn’t even expectedoral at all since it wasn’t something Sébastien was particularly into.

He slipped the toy back in to fuck in his ass in slow, deep strokes. Sébastien shifted his forearms a little as he moaned and started to suck in earnest. Remus tensed his thighs, riveted by the sight of his future husband’s lips wrapped around his shaft. He only took enough in to keep from cutting off his air.

He quickened the phallus and angled it to stimulate his prostate with each stroke. Sébastien let out another moan and scrambled to grab Remus’s thigh before he took his cock down to the root.

“Fuck!” Remus groaned, moving the phallus faster. Sébastien peered up at him from under his pale lashes. His tongue didn’t have much room, but he still managed to move it a little along the underside of the base.

He pulled back and breathed heavily. “Fuck me.”

Remus pulled out the toy and dropped it on the rumpled drying sheet as he reached for the oil bottle. While he rubbed oil down his length, it was tempting to simply fuck Sébastien there on the bed. The temptation grew when Sébastien turned around on the bed and presented his ass with his hole gaping.

“Stand on the bed.”

Sébastien gave him an odd look over his shoulder. “How are we going to fuck like that?”

“Trust me.” Remus got off, and Sébastien carefully stood. Remus pulled him closer. “Put your arms around my neck and hold on. Get your legs around my waist to start.”

A little surprise flashed on Sébastien’s face as he did as he was told. Remus supported him, let him slide a little lower, and carefully shifted them so his arms were hooked under Sébastien’s legs.

“This is why you were testing how flexible my legs are.”

Remus stepped back while making sure he had a good hold of him. The last thing he needed to do was drop his future husband on the floor. Sébastien, knowing where this was going, reached down with one arm to guide Remus’s cock and get it lined up.

Remus let his head enter. “I won’t drop you, but hold on.” He tightened his grip and lowered Sébastien who held onto his shoulders. There was something about having him spread and completely open that made Remus want to fuck him like an animal. Sébastien clenched around the head of his cock and made him suck in a breath as he angled his hips a little better to work in his length.

“Remember to breathe.” Remus was bigger than the second toy, and dear Elira, Sébastien’s hole was tight and slick from the oil as he entered him.

Sébastien hung onto him and squirmed once he was fully impaled. “Shit…”

“Are you all right?”

“Yes.” He shifted slightly like he was getting used to the feeling. “Fuck me.”

Holding the weight took some effort. Luckily, Sébastien was smaller, and Remus started with a few gentle thrusts.

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