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Sebastian could do three. Typically he’d give himself more time, but for Hess, he could fucking do it. He gritted his teeth, squeezed his eyes shut, and readied his next finger, but before he could, Hess caught his wrist.
“I think you’re a little too good at that.”
“Sir?” Sebastian looked over his shoulder, his heart falling, but found Hess’s eyes bright.
“You’re gonna have to work harder for me than that, Sebastian.”
Sebastian’s heart jumped back up, rising to the challenge even before he knew what it was. “I can do that.”
“I know you can.” Hess spun Sebastian around to face him, then pushed him down to his knees.
Sebastian hit the ground instantly, his mouth already watering. He reached for the front of Hess’s pants, already tented out impressively, but Hess caught his oil-slick hand.
“Oh no, you stick these back inside yourself.”
Sebastian’s eyebrows shot up, and he looked into Hess’s face, his searching, evaluating, focused gaze. Sebastian licked his lips and nodded.
Hess smiled, delight and confidence flashing through his dark eyes, and released Sebastian’s wrist.
They kept eye contact as Sebastian reached down between his thighs to press his two fingers into himself. This angle was different, a little more awkward and a little more intense, and Sebastian closed his eyes with a soft grunt as the pleasure-pain spiked and tangled with the little bit of illicitness and dirtiness he always felt when penetrated.
“You keep that hand moving, do you understand?” Hess opened up the front of his pants, and Sebastian forced himself to look up at his face instead of the heavy cock being unwrapped for him right in front of his nose.
“Yes, sir.” Sebastian swallowed and demonstrated his understanding with a few shallow thrusts, being so good and obedient no matter how much he wanted Hess to just let him swallow his cock already.
“I want you ready for me by the time I stop you, you understand?” Hess finally shoved his underwear down and gave his own flushed cock a stroke from base to tip.
Sebastian whined at the unfairness of it and didn’t bother to tear his eyes away this time. He thrust into himself a little faster, pleasure and arousal sparking through his hips even with his cock hanging neglected. “Yes, sir.”
“Then get to work.” Hess tangled his fingers into Sebastian’s hair and pulled him into Hess’s hips, and Sebastian all but fell opened-mouthed onto his cock.
God, he loved this. He wrapped his free hand around the base of Hess’s cock and swallowed down as much of it as he could with a moan. The smell and the heat and the taste and the pressure against his soft palate that forced him to tame his gag reflex and fight for his breath.
He’d always liked to suck cock, and he’d sucked plenty, but Hess’s might have ruined him. Or, more precisely, Hess might have ruined him. It wasn’t just his cock; it was Hess’s hands in Sebastian’s hair and the way he crowded Sebastian back against the wall and towered and loomed over him. Hess overwhelmed him and filled him up until there was no room left inside him for anything else. Anything but Hess and his firm hands and shaking thighs and his voice all around him and the words he said.
“Fuck, Sebastian, just like that. Fucking look at you; you’re perfect.”
Sebastian whined and pulled back to suckle on Hess’s crown and tip as he spread his thighs wider. Hess groaned and dropped his hands to cup Sebastian’s face.
“You gonna stick another finger in there for me?” Hess stroked his thumbs over Sebastian’s cheekbones and along the lips he still had around his head.
Sebastian took a deep breath and nodded, then kissed and licked down Hess’s length, not wanting to risk biting down in pain if it was too much but not willing to take his mouth off him either. He could take three now, though, no doubt about it. He could use some more oil, but more than that, he just needed more…
Sebastian growled as he bore down and forced his three fingers into himself. As soon as he got them inside, he let out a sigh of relief and sank down around Hess’s cock again. He sucked and tongued in almost a daze, lost in the burning stretch and the fullness from both ends.
He could exist in this moment forever, filled just to the point of breaking but not past it. Hess’s hands on him, and Hess’s cock just barely thrusting over his tongue, his hole clenching and stretching and sending not just sparks but whole waves of pleasure through him.
Slowly, he started bobbing along Hess’s length again, slick and sloppy, with drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. He could finally start moving his fingers again, in shallow thrusts enough to work himself up.
It turned out he couldn’t exist in the moment forever because he still wanted more. The pain faded and faded until it was gone and it was all pleasure and want and need. He dragged his lips up and down Hess’s length, burying his nose in the bush at Hess’s base one second and then wrapping his tongue around Hess’s crown the next. He swayed and rocked his hips in time with his fingers in his ass, riding himself and searching for that angle that would shoot him off to the next level.
“Oh fuck, Sebastian.” Hess dropped his hands to Sebastian’s shoulder and pushed him away gently, but Sebastian let out a cry anyway, the pleasure he’d lost himself in dropping away. “Oh don’t worry, you’re not done yet.”
Sebastian came back into himself when Hess hauled him up to his feet, his knees creaking, and steered him toward the bed. At Hess’s nudge, he let himself fall gracelessly onto his back with his head at the foot and his foot on the pillow and indulged in a luxurious stretch. “Mm, beds are good.”
“I know.” Hess chuckled and took off his shirt.
Sebastian quickly pushed himself up onto his forearms so he could get a better look. He’d seen Hess shirtless before—he’d seen most of his comrades shirtless; there wasn’t much privacy in a militia—but he’d never gotten to really appreciate it.
