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“Leave it,” Sebastian said firmly.

Rory sunk back down. He slumped. “I didn’t think this would be so hard.”

“What? Being in prison? Didn’t they tell you? It’s a barrel of laughs.”

Einstein gathered the chess pieces, and Sebastian prepared the board again.

“I don’t want to play,” Rory whispered.

“You have to,” Sebastian said, pointing to Rory’s pieces. “Play the game. That’s the only way you’ll get through it.”

13

Awareness came slowly, soslowly Rory wasn’t sure he could commit the sensation to awareness after all. He didn’t know where he was or what was happening, but he knew he was heavy, hard and uncovered. There was no sheet over him, and his boxers had been pulled down. A slippery thumb and finger toyed with one of his nipples, but with his eyes shut and still not completely with it, he couldn’t tell which.

A low groan escaped him, and that vibration managed to rouse him. His eyes didn’t snap open, they fluttered, lids lifting enough for him to attempt to get his bearings. It didn’t help, not when he was in the dark, and the thumb and finger combo continued to pull whimpers and whines out of him.

There was a heavy weight on his thigh, warm; it had a slight grip to it, clutching his skin. It didn’t move but held. Rory’s eyes adjusted, forming shapes in the darkness, and a glow of light from the window fell on the man beside the bed.

“Sebastian?” Rory asked.

His nipple was pinched, and he gasped, linking eyes with Sebastian, who had lifted an eyebrow.

“You sound surprised it’s me.”

Rory exhaled and blinked, truly waking up. He didn’t move his arms, though. He lay perfectly still but lifted his head off the pillow to see Sebastian’s hands on him. One, innocently on Rory’s exposed thigh, and the other tormenting Rory’s nipple with slicked fingers.

“Looks like I got you hard again,” Sebastian mused.

Rory hadn’t even heard the pot being opened, but he could smell the Vaseline on his chest, knew it was the reason his nipples were tingling. Sebastian was right; Rory was hard and leaking precum onto his stomach. He bit his lip, sinking his head back to the pillow to look at Sebastian again.

“Why?” he asked. “Why do this with me?”

Sebastian smirked. “Because you need it. Everyone needs to find some way of releasing stress. Yours is by coming, and mine is by making you come. This arrangement is mutually beneficial.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Probably not,” Sebastian hummed. “But here we are.”

He dragged his slick hand across Rory’s stomach to pinch the untouched nipple. Rory’s breath hitched at the sting, but he didn’t look away from Sebastian.

“I think I could make you come just by playing with your nipples and squeezing your thigh.”

Rory licked his dry lips. “I think you could too.”

Sebastian laughed softly, but it didn’t sound mocking, more like pleased. He inched his hand down Rory’s chest, leaving his sensitive nipples to tingle. Rory sucked in a breath and held it as his stomach twitched and jerked against Sebastian’s hand.

He stopped beneath Rory’s belly button, spanning out where Rory knew he was wet. His cock must’ve smacked there whileSebastian had been playing with him, and there was a generous amount of precum.

Rory shivered, and his cock slapped against the back of Sebastian’s hand, demonstrating the reason his skin was so sticky. Sebastian let go of another pleased-sounding chuckle.

“Touch yourself, Rory.”

Rory managed to catch the desperate whine that tried to escape him, but his face contorted, betraying him and his disappointment. Sebastian’s mouth twitched. “I’m touching you…like I said I would.” He stroked his hand back up Rory’s chest, caressing his skin with his fingertips. Rory shivered as he broke out in goosebumps. Even his balls tightened at Sebastian’s gentle touch.

Rory swallowed and reached for his cock.

“Slowly though,” Sebastian warned. “Really fucking slowly, you hear me?”

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