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Rory didn’t kiss but waited to be kissed, knew it was coming, knew Sebastian was weakening to his demands, to his tease, to the temptation he’d plastered to his mouth.

“Fucking hell, Rory.”

Sebastian’s lips shook Rory’s bottom one, his words caressing him without meaning to, kissing him with vibrations.

“Please,” he whimpered.

Their breaths mingled, and Rory’s left him in heaves, but Sebastian’s were calm and soft. Rory felt at home between Sebastian’s lips, but he wanted more. He wanted them to move, to bully his apart, for his tongue to slide in and tease him.

Sebastian’s hand shot up, gripping Rory’s jaw. He used his thumb on Rory’s chin, opening his mouth up for a deep kiss.

He knew Sebastian had brushed his teeth not long ago, but he didn’t want the minty freshness; he wanted the taste that lay beyond it, the taste of Sebastian, and Rory chased it.

He kissed harder and invaded the mouth against his. The heat and glide of Sebastian’s tongue sent pleasant tingles through his body. It needed to be hard, deep, and messy. The mint faded, and what was left behind was the pure, unfiltered taste of Sebastian. Rory didn’t know someone could taste so good. He was whimpering around Sebastian’s tongue, desperate for more as he ground his hips down on him. Rory was still dressed, but Sebastian only had his boxers on, and it was clear he enjoyed what Rory was doing to him.

“This”—Sebastian bit Rory’s lip—“isn’t a good idea.”

“I don’t care.”

Rory tightened and relaxed his hands in Sebastian’s hair, grabbing and releasing, confirming to himself he was really there, really kissing him and Sebastian was kissing him back.

“Tell me I’m good,” Rory whispered.

“What?”

“Tell me I taste good, or feel good, or something,please. I need to know I mean something to you. Even if it’s just for tonight.”

Sebastian pulled his mouth away. “You, Rory, mean a lot more to me than you know.”

He pushed Rory down to the bed, and he didn’t protest. He fell on his back, and Sebastian started on his clothes. He tugged at his T-shirt, and Rory lifted himself up so Sebastian could yank it over his head.

He ducked down for a chaste kiss, then got to work removing Rory’s pants, and then his boxers, even his socks. Rory shivered when Sebastian gazed down at him.

“You’re so beautiful,” Sebastian breathed. He pinched one of Rory’s nipples, and he jerked.

“Sebastian, I need—”

“I know what you need.”

He leaned forward, pressed his lips to Rory’s, then reached under the pillow for the Vaseline pot.

Sebastian encouraged him to bend his knees, and Rory tilted his pelvis, making it easier for Sebastian to prepare him. They hadn’t had sex in weeks, and they’d never had sex in that position, missionary.

Sebastian prepared him with fingers first, and that was almost Rory’s undoing. Sebastian’s gaze snapped between Rory’s face and his fingers pushing in and out. He bit his lip, sinking three inside. Rory squeezed against him.

“God, Rory,” Sebastian groaned. He removed his fingers and knocked Rory’s knees apart so he could lay down on top of him.

When Sebastian sank inside him, Rory’s eyes rolled, and he released a low moan. Sebastian eagerly swallowed the sound with a kiss, just as Rory’s hole swallowed his cock for the second thrust. He pressed his body close, slipped one arm behind Rory’s neck, and pinned Rory’s hand to the mattress with the other.

Rory turned his head and lifted his chin until he could see their hands. Their fingers were entwined, and it brought tears to Rory’s eyes. Sebastian held Rory down, subtly flexing his hand, squeezing Rory’s, a reassuring squeeze that lessened the hollowness in his chest.

Sebastian rocked into him slowly, brushing Rory’s prostate.

He lifted his face away, hovering over Rory’s. The beam from the floodlight shone on his expression—awed and hungry. Rory imagined he wore the same expression, but with his came another emotion. An emotion that should’ve never come to be there, but he couldn’t deny it. There was no powerplay, no games; it was two men, and it was sex, but it was something more too.

The way Sebastian was looking him in the eye as he pressed inside, and the way Rory answered that look with his own, had to mean something.

Sebastian’s cock slid deeper; the feel of it was too intense. His thick cock pinned Rory’s most intimate area, forced it to flutter until he couldn’t think straight. He wanted it to be faster and slower all at once.

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