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Leon shivered at the words and at the display. He pushed Sebastian farther up the desk, crinkling the papers under him and knocking a tablet to the floor. He stood between Sebastian’s thighs and hooked his arms under his knees to lift and spread him. The decadence of the move and the liberties he was taking gave Leon pause for a moment, worried it was maybe too far, but Sebastian let out a moan and arched his back.
Leon flexed his fingers against Sebastian’s flesh as pure, free confidence flowed through him. It was right. It was all still right. He was right. “Touch yourself.”
Sebastian moaned again, louder this time, and now that Leon’s cock no longer had a monopoly on his blood, he had the wherewithal to hope that no one was passing in the hall. Or if they did, they had the good sense not to open the door.
“Yes, sir.” Those beautiful words yanked Leon away from that worry, and he watched from his perfect vantage point as Sebastian reached down and wrapped his hands around his own cock.
“Look at me.”
Sebastian’s eyes forced open again and gazed at Leon over his displayed body. “Yes, sir.”
“Now stroke yourself.”
Sebastian pinched his brows and caught his already red lower lip between his teeth as he gave himself one long stroke from base to tip, but he kept his gaze locked on Leon.
“Faster.”
“Hess, I—” But he sped up his hand and cut off his own words with a mewling gasp.
Leon broke their gaze to look down at Sebastian’s cock, shining with precum, the head appearing and disappearing in the circle of Sebastian’s fist. “Faster.”
And Sebastian obeyed. His legs shook in Leon’s grip, his hips twitched, a continuous litany of cries and moans fell from his lips, all on Leon’s orders.
Leon dug his nails into Sebastian’s thighs, where he held them up and spread. “Finish yourself, Sebastian. Let me see you.”
Sebastian threw his head back, his teeth clenched tight and his hand flying over himself. But then he lifted it again and caught Leon’s gaze. He snarled as though in pain, and then his face went gloriously slack and his back arched. “Hess—Oh, god, Hess.”
Leon watched Sebastian come with a feeling of near transcendence. The beautiful, dangerous man twitched and writhed before him, emptying himself over his own chest, and Leon’s name—his family name, at least—still issuing from his lips in a drawn-out moan.
He could have never even imagined it. He could never have imagined that Sebastian might like to be here with him or that he could give Sebastian this. Without thinking, too caught up in the awe of it, he released one of Sebastian’s thighs, set it carefully back on the desk, mindful of how sore the cramped position might have made him, and cupped Sebastian’s cheek.
Sebastian stilled at the touch. His abused lips parted, and he blinked up at Leon. The pleasure cleared from his gaze, and Leon found himself caught in those clever, shrewd eyes. Despite the fact that he was still almost completely clothed and Sebastian was still naked on his back on the desk, Leon suddenly felt exposed.
He lifted his lip and opened his mouth, something cruel on the tip of his tongue, but he bit it back.
Despite the suddenly sick feeling of fear tightening his throat, and the certainty that he had just made a terrible mistake, a mistake that would haunt him and cost him everything, he didn’t want to be cruel to Sebastian.
He didn’t want that sick feeling either.
He swallowed and forced his lips that had been about to snarl to quirk into some semblance of a smile instead. “I’ve never cared about your bodies, Sebastian.”
Sebastian let out a quick patter of surprised laughter. “You have to admit they have their perks, though.”
Leon did not have to verbally admit any such thing. He eased Sebastian’s other leg back down and stepped back, giving Sebastian space to prop himself up. Sebastian levered himself onto an elbow and looked down at the mess of his chest. Tucking himself away, Leon surveyed the mess of his desk and decided that Kaston would likely be won or lost in the next few days and that whatever he had here was no longer useful. So he grabbed a few papers, crinkled them, and shoved them at Sebastian.
Sebastian took them with a raised eyebrow and wrinkled nose. “I usually like a nice warm washcloth, but I guess I’ll make an exception today.”
He was probably just being facetious and whiny for his own amusement, but the comment reminded Leon of how clearly experienced he had been, and he didn’t like the cold, prickly feeling that gave him. So he shrugged and turned away. “No time for warm washcloths today.”
“No, maybe next time.”
Leon liked the leap of hope that gave him even less. “You’re optimistic.”
He heard Sebastian hop down from the desk and the rustle of fabric and clink of a belt, and then turned back around to see Sebastian putting his clothes back on. “I always am.”
“I know.” It was one of the things that drew Leon to him, though he’d never admit it. “I need to go to the defenses.”
“And I need to catch a traitor.” Sebastian pulled on his shirt and did up the buttons. When he finished, they stood on opposite sides of the room and stared at each other silently.
