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A part of him was still a little hesitant when it came to displaying his tentacles, as though he were doing something wrong. But that part was growing smaller by the day. Certainly it was hard to keep it alive when Sebastian was fellating one of them.
“Undress yourself,” he said. “Then me.”
Sebastian’s eyes lit up—he enjoyed being ordered sometimes, and this was clearly one of those nights. Another thing that didn’t come naturally to Ves, but he was steadily gaining confidence in it as well.
When Sebastian rushed to remove his clothing, Ves said, “Slower.” Sebastian obeyed, revealing his skin inch by inch. Then he turned to Ves, lingering on the buttons, planting kisses as he went, until at last he was on his knees with his hungry mouth on Ves’s cock.
Ves watched for a moment, savoring the sight and feel, before drawing Sebastian to his feet. “I love the way you taste,” Sebastian murmured, and kissed him deep.
They clung to one another, skin against skin, until Ves pushed him back on the bed. He fell back without resistance, stretching out over the covers, his skin flushed with arousal and his cock hard. Ves shoved his legs apart and settled on his knees between them, while Sebastian looked up at him with hungry eyes.
“Fuck me.” Sebastian wriggled teasingly on the bed. “Take me every way you can.”
Ves’s mouth went dry. There were some things he’d wondered if his lover might like, though he’d been too shy to suggest them before. He traced a tentacle along Sebastian’s thigh, skimming teasingly past his balls, then dropping lower. “Every way?”
“Oh hell, yes.” Sebastian shifted eagerly to give him more access. “As much as I can take.”
The Vaseline was in easy reach; Ves slicked it on the tentacle while Sebastian watched hungrily. Then he teased his lover, flicking the tip against his ring, making him writhe and whimper, until at last he pressed it in.
Just a little at first, enough to make Sebastian moan for more. Of course the tentacle thickened quickly, so he went slowly, watching intently for Sebastian’s reactions. He whimpered and gasped, hands balling in the sheets as though he needed something to cling to.
“Yes,” Sebastian said, voice hoarse with pleasure. “More.”
He gave it to him, pressing in deeper, backing off, then easing in again. Sebastian had him pause once or twice while he adjusted, then encouraged him to continue. There was something unbelievably erotic about watching the tentacle disappear into his body, opening him while he cried and begged for more, and Ves’s cock ached with need.
“Oh God.” Sebastian shut his eyes. “I’m so close. I want something in my mouth—please…”
He offered up another tentacle, sliding the tip over Sebastian’s lips. They opened, devoured it greedily, sucking and moaning, hands clenching, hips twitching with the need to thrust. He looked beautiful, sprawled out, utterly taken, and Ves curled the tentacle in his ass, pressing just so…
Sebastian cried out as he came, body arching. Finally, Ves wrapped his hand around his untended cock; it took only a few strokes before he spent himself on Sebastian’s chest and belly.
He slipped free, both of them breathing like a bellows, covered in a fine layer of sweat from the summer air. “Are you all right?” he managed to say after a few minutes.
“Better than all right.” Sebastian half-raised an arm, let it collapse back languidly. “I may never move off this bed again.”
Ves leaned over and kissed him tenderly. “Once we have our own place to live, we’ll spend the whole weekend in bed.”
“Now that sounds lovely.” Sebastian returned the kiss. “We’re so close. One last Book, and then it will finally all be over.”
CHAPTER 21
January 1, 1854
My dearest Nathaniel,
Happiest of New Year’s, darling! I’m writing this just after midnight, so you will know I came into this year thinking only of you. Particularly of what we did on Christmas Eve, and my desire to do it again as soon as we’re reunited.
I have spent a quiet evening with a few friends in a private room at the Leviathan Inn along the sea road. No, not ‘our’ room, that is reserved in my mind only for you. We’ve had drinks, toasts, and good conversation—we’re all artists of some sort, whether architects, painters, or sculptors. The nature of art has been a popular topic. Everyone has also remarked on my newly shorn hair, though of course I can hardly tell them the truth—the locks have been braided into cord to Bind a series of necromantic Books!
I’m sorry you aren’t here, not just for my sake, but for yours. A New Year’s Gala with Widdershins’s finest—by which I mean, richest—citizens sounds deadly dull. I know, I know—it’s for the good of the town, you need these connections in order to realize your dreams of a museum. I hope you were at least able to raise funds and strike deals, or whatever it is that well-to-do men like yourself do. (I tease! I tease!)
I napped this afternoon, then awoke with the feeling I’d had a strange dream. I can’t recall the details, however, so it probably has nothing to do with the Book of Blood. Otherwise, all has remained as it was before the Binding. So far, our plan has been a complete success, which makes for a wonderful start to this new year. With luck, the remaining Books will give us just as little trouble.
Once all of this is done, we’ll travel for a bit. Perhaps we’ll ring in a future New Year drinking wine in Paris, or in the Piazza San Pietro, or some other place with plenty of history for you and architectural marvels for me.
Yours always,
Alex
