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The man was solid, bulky muscle, and he looked exactly as good as Sebastian had always suspected he might. He wasn’t beautiful, but Sebastian liked that. His muscles were functional, pragmatic, brutal even, maybe, and the sight of them made Sebastian lick his lips to savor the taste of him that still lingered there.
When Hess shoved off his underwear and pants, kicked them to the side, and moved to get onto the bed, Sebastian reached out, thinking he’d finally get to touch. But Hess caught his wrist and pressed it onto the bed beside his head.
“Let’s see how you did.” Hess leaned over him and kissed his slightly sore lips, then sat back between his thighs.
Sebastian, still propped on his forearms, let them fall wide and was rewarded with a smile.
“Oh!” Sebastian fell back onto the bed with a gasp when Hess grabbed the back of his thigh and hitched his knee over Hess’s shoulder. Then he managed to bite down on another surprised sound when Hess circled his swollen, stretched opening with a finger.
Hess watched Sebastian’s face as he poured a little of the gun oil onto his hand and then brought the pad of his thumb to Sebastian’s hole.
Sebastian twitched his hips toward him, bouncing his leaking and now nearly purple cock against his own stomach. “I’m ready for you.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Hess turned his head to nip the inside of Sebastian’s knee, then slipped his thumb easily into Sebastian’s well-lubricated hole. He twisted and tugged Sebastian’s rim lightly, and Sebastian’s cock kicked. Hess smiled. “You did good.”
Sebastian licked his lips. “I did what you told me to.”
“Yes, you did.” Hess replaced his thumb with his finger, and Sebastian let out a happy sigh at how much deeper it could go. He wanted Hess deep inside him—he wanted it so much more than he’d ever be able to admit when he wasn’t lust-drunk, even though he had a sneaking suspicion that the want was always there.
“Hess,” Sebastian breathed and rocked his hips to fuck himself on Hess’s finger. Hess slipped in a second one without Sebastian even needing to ask, and Sebastian tossed his head back. “Hess.”
“Shh.” Hess pressed a kiss to Sebastian’s knee, and Sebastian rocked more insistently. “You’re doing so good for me.”
“I’ll do anything for you.” Sebastian said the words without thinking, clutching the mattress with his hands and mindlessly fucking himself up onto Hess’s fingers and falling deeper into the pleasure. If he meant them, they should scare him, and even as far gone as he was, a hook of terror took hold in his stomach.
Would he really do anything for Hess and for the way Hess made him feel? Hadn’t he already?
“Sebastian.” Hess met Sebastian’s hips with a hard thrust of his fingers and yanked Sebastian’s mind back into the present. He ran his hand up and down Sebastian’s thigh and pinned Sebastian with his shrewd eyes. “Focus.”
“Yes, sir.” Sebastian started to reach for him but then dropped his hand back onto the bed. His job wasn’t to reach, it was to obey.
“You’re not done yet.” Hess removed his fingers but cupped Sebastian’s ass, caressing his thumb over Sebastian’s hole.
“No, sir.” Sebastian shook his head frantically. God knew he wasn’t done, his balls ached, and his cock felt like it might explode. And Hess’s was still hard and hot and tacky with Sebastian’s drying spit as it brushed against the back of Sebastian’s thigh.
“You’ve got more work to do.” Hess pushed Sebastian’s knee off his shoulder and back onto the bed and then grabbed Sebastian’s hands and pulled him up to sit.
Sebastian sat up quickly, but then they both blinked when they came face-to-face, as though surprised at the predictable results of their actions.
But what really surprised Sebastian was the tenderness he could see in Hess’s eyes from this close and the answering bloom of affection in his own chest. Hess recovered first, cupping the back of Sebastian’s neck and pulling him forward, but Sebastian closed the last of the distance.
They kissed softly, with a give and a take at odds with everything they’d done before. Hess coaxed instead of demanded, sliding his tongue gently along the seam of Sebastian’s lips and into his mouth, and then he yielded when Sebastian asked for entrance in turn.
Sebastian reached up and touched Hess’s jaw, running his fingers along the strong line and the stubble, and Hess sighed into the kiss. That concerning bloom of affection grew, and Sebastian’s other hand shook as he brought it up to grab Hess’s face, hauling the man closer—as close as he could get.
Hess let himself be pulled in and let himself be kissed with all the sudden, strange desperation Sebastian felt. It was different from lust or desperation to come. Sebastian knew how to slake those. But he didn’t know how to solve this need to let Hess know that he…meant something. That he was important, and that Sebastian needed whatever this was, and that Sebastian needed to give this to Hess.
“Hess.” Sebastian broke away with a little whine when he realized kissing wasn’t enough to satisfy him, and Hess ran a hand down his flank. But Sebastian didn’t want to be soothed; he wanted to be wrung out. He pressed forward and kissed over Hess’s rough jaw, then down to Hess’s neck. “Hess, please—”
Hess nipped his ear. “You never have to beg me.”
Sebastian tried to grab at Hess’s body again, but Hess caught his wrists before he could touch him. Sebastian let out a shaky, frustrated sigh. “Tell me what to do.”
“Ride me.”
Lightning shot up Sebastian’s spine, and his hole clenched.
Hess grabbed Sebastian’s ass again and hauled him up onto his lap, with Sebastian’s thighs on either side of his waist. Their cocks brushed together, and Sebastian’s pulsed with excitement at the promise of pleasure.
