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He nodded, never looking away from Sebastian’s dark eyes.

“And not so tight,” Sebastian added. “A loose fist. It’ll help you last longer.”

Rory did exactly as Sebastian told him. He didn’t need lube, not when enough precum had escaped his slit and clung to his crown. One slow, loose pull and his cock was covered in it. He wanted to jerk himself hard and fast but resisted the urge.

“That’s it,slowly.”

Sebastian gently squeezed Rory’s thigh and dragged his thumb nail over one of Rory’s nipples.

Rory whimpered, and almost fisted himself hard, but managed to stop himself. He edged himself with Sebastian’s encouragement until his heart was pounding so hard in his ears he got light-headed with it and struggled to keep his eyes open.

Sebastian stopped playing with him, waiting until he had the composure to peel them open and keep their eye contact going between them.

“You’re so my type, and you don’t even know it,” Sebastian murmured. “Stupid kid.”

It was a weak insult, but Rory’s brow pulled into a frown. His eyebrows twitched as he tried to match Sebastian’s gaze, but the comment had hurt and he didn’t know why.

Sebastian sighed. “You are beautiful, though. And so good at following commands.”

Rory didn’t say anything back. He still wasn’t one hundred per cent sure he wasn’t dreaming. He watched Sebastian the entire time and shivered every time Sebastian swapped which nipple to torment.

Rory panted. “I need to…”

Sebastian nodded. He squeezed Rory’s thigh, then let go. Rory tightened his grip, tugging once, and then he came.

Rory couldn’t keep his eyes open. They slipped shut, and he moaned softly as he gave in to one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

His release slapped onto his belly.

When Rory had finally recovered enough to open his eyes, Sebastian was no longer by the bed. The bunk shifted as he climbed beneath, and nothing was said between them.

Rory used his sheet to clean his stomach.

He bit his lip, knowing he should say something, and eventually settled for a whispered ‘thank you’ spoken into the darkness.

Sebastian snorted softly beneath him, then replied with the predictable, “Night, Rory.”

Hamish clicked his fingers in front of Rory’s face. “Earth to Rory…”

He jerked in his seat. “Sorry, what?”

“You’ve barely said anything today.”

Rory glanced at Hamish, then Morris. “I’ve… I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

“Well, whatever it is, get rid of it,” Morris scoffed. “There’s only one thing that should be on your mind, and that should be taking down Sebastian Claw.”

Rory nodded. “I…I heard him on the phone. He was talking to some guy called Watson. He told him to ‘put it all in his storage depot, then wait untilhewas out’.”

“Any idea what he was referencing?” Hamish asked.

“No, not a clue.”

Hamish rubbed his chin. “We’ll put Owen Watson under surveillance.”

Rory frowned. “Owen Watson?”

Morris looked at him. “Before Sebastian went inside, they worked together. He was one of Sebastian’s crew.”

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