Words left his mouth, pleas and begs.
Sebastian kissed them all away and slipped his tongue inside Rory’s mouth in time with his cock. He was utterly pinned, and helpless, and he loved the feeling of being like that for Sebastian.
Rory loved the sparks of pleasure jolting in his cock, and the taste of Sebastian in his mouth. He felt the building orgasm, the growing pressure in his prostate, and the tingle in his cock. Rory’s mouth went slack as he started to feel detached from his surroundings, and he was unable to reciprocate Sebastian’s slow kiss, but the taste of him registered on his tongue and the smell of him soothed each jagged breath through his nose. He couldn’t squirm; Sebastian pressed down on him, stopping him. He’d reached the point of no return, wanted to warn Sebastian, buthis mouth was too busy being teased and tasted, and he couldn’t form the words.
His legs trembled wildly, and his knees pressed into Sebastian’s sides.
The physical feeling was enough, but when Rory linked gazes with Sebastian again, it was as if Sebastian reached into the hole in his chest and wrapped a hand around his heart and forced it to beat again.
He’d fallen for Sebastian Claw, and in that moment, he convinced himself he could see the same love looking back at him.
“Let go, Rory,” Sebastian murmured. “I’ve got you.”
Rory closed his eyes and gave in.
The orgasm was so powerful Rory saw white light behind his eyes. His whole body tingled with an intense rush, then the sensation imploded, collapsing away to one point, one sensitive point in his body that overloaded with ecstasy.
He moaned, long and deep, when he came, and Sebastian caught the noise in his mouth, then he eased off and waited for Rory to catch his breath. Their chests were covered in Rory’s release, and Rory found it oddly satisfying to see his cum dripping drown Sebastian’s stomach onto his.
“Do you want me to stop?” Sebastian asked, breathless.
Rory shook his head. He was still floating on the waves of pleasure, drifting out to sea, and he wanted Sebastian to join him. “No, I want you to finish in me.”
Sebastian’s plump lips crashed down on Rory’s, fighting them open. He didn’t hold back; he quickened his pace and dominated Rory’s lips.
Rory shuddered and gasped while Sebastian lapped at his mouth, stealing his breath. Rory’s hips found rhythm with Sebastian’s, and the cell filled with the sound of slapping flesh and pants and gasps. Sebastian kissed him hard, and Rory’slips felt puffy and oversensitive, but he couldn’t get enough of Sebastian’s mouth on his, sucking, nipping, rubbing.
Sebastian stiffened, and Rory knew he was close. He grabbed the back of his head and crushed their mouths together so he could suck on Sebastian’s tongue.
Sebastian jerked as he came, spilling into Rory.
They panted in between kisses, and after Sebastian had slipped free of Rory’s body, he kept on kissing and clutching Rory’s hand, fingers firmly locked together.
Rory didn’t ever want to let him go.
19
Rory tucked his noseunder the sheet and breathed deep. He was half asleep and didn’t process what he’d done until he heard a soft laugh. He opened his eyes and saw Sebastian brushing his teeth by the sink.
“You slept on the top?” Rory whispered.
Sebastian leaned down to spit out the toothpaste. “Eventually.”
“Eventually?”
“I lay with you for a while.”
He’d been holding Rory; Rory knew that much but couldn’t remember the moment he’d drifted off. It hadn’t been long after they’d had sex, but even asleep, he’d felt Sebastian’s arms around him. He thought he’d be tormented by nightmares, but he hadn’t dreamt, or if he had, he couldn’t recall what they’d been about.
“There’s not enough room for both of us on the beds, not to sleep at least, and you looked too content to move you. I even tucked you in after I climbed out.”
“You didn’t.”
Sebastian shot him a soft smile. “I did.”
Rory pressed on his lips, feeling the slight puffiness.
Sebastian’s smile faded. “I got carried away last night. Once I was kissing you, it was near impossible to stop.”