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Leon slid a hand up Sebastian’s throat and felt his Adam’s apple bob against his palm as he swallowed. He left Sebastian’s lips, dug his thumb and his forefinger under Sebastian’s jaw, and forced his head to the side so he could get his teeth onto the rim of Sebastian’s ear. Sebastian gasped softly and squirmed, but not away.
Leon worried at the skin between his teeth, then kissed it and husked into Sebastian’s ear, “Touch me.”
Sebastian’s body shuddered against Leon, and then lightning went up Leon’s spine at the pressure of Sebastian’s hand against the front of his pants. He groaned and dropped his head onto Sebastian’s shoulder as Sebastian rolled his palm.
“That’s right, like that,” Leon growled into Sebastian’s neck and pressed up tighter against him, trapping Sebastian’s hand between them, and rolled his hips into it. Sebastian moaned softly as though it was Leon’s hand on his length, and Leon lifted his head to nuzzle just behind Sebastian’s ear. “Shh.”
He shushed him and stroked his thumb against his throat, feeling his pulse fluttering beneath it. He dropped his other hand down to his ribs to feel them expanding and collapsing as Sebastian breathed heavily. Pleasure thrummed through Leon’s body, making his thighs shake and his breath catch, but his mind was more centered and clear than he could ever remember it being.
Sebastian’s pliancy, his obedience, the eagerness in his body consumed and focused him.
Leon turned Sebastian’s face toward him and hovered over his lips so he could feel the hot puffs of his breath against his own. Sebastian’s eyes opened again, his pupils dilated and unfocused, and Leon stared into them. “You’re perfect, Sebastian.”
Sebastian whined, and his fingers spasmed against Leon’s length and then pressed against him again with more urgency. “Hess.”
“This is my problem.” Leon dragged both hands down Sebastian’s body, feeling his muscle, his heat, his movement that even now was graceful as he twisted and pressed against Leon. He pressed his forehead against Sebastian’s. “This is what I want from you that I’m not getting.”
Sebastian’s eyes flew wide, and he made a choking sound. Leon dragged the calloused pad of his thumb over those lips, open with shock and slick with saliva.
“Every time I look at you, every time I think about you, I want this.” The words were tumbling out now that he’d started. Now that he had Sebastian squirming in his arms, with Sebastian’s hands on him, and waves of pleasure rolling through him. “And I can’t stand it. I can’t stand wanting you like this.”
Sebastian swallowed and licked his lips, the tip of his tongue flickering over Leon’s skin. “I can give you this.” Sebastian brought both hands to Leon’s groin and started undoing his belt with quick, urgent motions. Leon’s balls tightened, and he bit off a desperate groan at the implication. “If that’s what you want, I can—”
A loud clang echoed through the hangar—deafening in its suddenness—and Leon shoved Sebastian away and lurched back.
He spun around to see a tech walking toward one of the ground transports looking down at a data tablet, completely oblivious, the heavy metal door having slammed shut behind him.
When he looked back, Sebastian was dragging the back of his hand over his mouth, wiping away the shine of spit and the last evidence on him of what they’d been doing. When he dropped his hand back to his side, he looked completely unflustered and unfazed. Leon stared at him as he put a hand on his hip, cocked it out, and leaned back casually against the ship behind him.
Heat flooded up Leon’s neck, and he dropped his gaze and frantically zipped closed his pants that Sebastian had halfway undone and redid his belt. What sort of fool had he just made of himself? Years of burying his pining, trying to throttle it dead before anyone could see it, and one slip and it was out.
When he marshaled himself enough to pull his shoulders back and meet Sebastian’s eyes again, he wondered how he had ever thought Sebastian was easy to read. Sebastian looked back at him with a placid expression, too calm to be read as closed off, too blank to tell Leon anything about how he felt about what Leon had just done.
But Leon knew how he felt about what he’d just done. He felt out of control and exposed and angry about it.
Sebastian tilted his head. “So, I guess this means—”
“Nothing.” Leon cut him off with a quick, sharp chop of his hand. “This means nothing.”
Sebastian’s eyes narrowed poisonously, but then he shrugged. “Of course.”
Leon tried to say something about hoping his mission went well or some other stupid platitude he’d been meaning to say when he first got here, but the words stuck in his throat.
Sebastian shook his head, then straightened and turned back to the cap on his fuel tank. He unscrewed it, realigned it, and screwed it back in again. Then he picked up the pack leaning against the ship’s wheel and moved toward the cockpit. “Try not to die at Kaston before I get there.”
Leon once again failed to think of any suitable reply, and within a few moments, Sebastian disappeared into the cockpit, and the engines of the ship roared to life. Leon stepped back quickly, the winds of the ship lifting off buffeting him and almost drowning out the tech’s alarmed yell.
“What’s he doing? The door’s not open!” The tech stared at Sebastian’s ship rising up in the center of the hangar, slack-jawed, with the data tablet dangling precariously from his fingers.
“Well then, open them!” Leon snapped, and the tablet fell as the tech dashed off to the door controls.
Sebastian’s ship zipped through them as soon as they started to crack open, rolling onto its side to fit, and filling the hangar with the scream of punched engines.
Leon shook his head as the tech came up to him. The lanky man stared after the rapidly shrinking dot of Sebastian’s ship. “I guess he was in a hurry.”
Leon scoffed as he turned to leave. “And he’s a show-off.” And damned if Leon didn’t find that unpalatably attractive.
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