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“Not so graceful when you’re gagging for it, are you?”
Sebastian flushed and shoved at Leon in his mind. “Oh shut up.”
“I like it.” Leon pushed back against him. “I like knowing how bad you want it, and how hard you’ll work for it. I like knowing I can give it to you.”
“Will you?” Sebastian lifted his chin as he tossed his towel aside and strode to the large mirror leaning against the wall. Every nerve ending fired on all cylinders, telling him about the warm air just this side of too hot, the inch-deep plush carpet under his bare feet, the drop of water sliding down his chest and past his still hyper-sensitive nipple.
“Yes.” Leon unleashed a wave of desire and yearning that made Sebastian gasp. “Look at me.”
Sebastian jerked his eyes up to the mirror, and there stood Leon Hess, stern and imposing. Or maybe that was the Leon Hess standing inside him, tightening his grip and overpowering him. Sebastian yielded instantly, relief and lust and surety coursing through him as he gave himself over to Leon’s controlling grasp.
“Fuck, Sebastian,” Leon hissed as a jolt of desire shot through them, and warmth flooded Sebastian’s system. He did that. He drove Leon crazy. Just like this, just as he was, he gave Leon everything he wanted. “On your knees.”
Sebastian’s knees, already weak, buckled instantly at the permission, and he sank onto the soft carpet.
“Lick your palm.”
Anticipation zipped through them both as Sebastian laved his tongue over Leon’s broad palm, dragging across the callouses that Sebastian had felt on himself before.
“Now touch me.”
Leon’s eagerness, as much as his own, ran through Sebastian as he finally wrapped his slick palm around his cock. He dropped his chin to his chest with a groan and, without thinking, reached out to tangle his thoughts with Leon’s.
Sebastian, Sebastian, Sebastian.
Sebastian could feel Leon’s entire focus wrapping around him. He could feel his lust, his longing, and something deeper and stronger that Sebastian didn’t dare name.
“Look at me,” Leon commanded, his control ever present even though Sebastian could feel the rising pleasure in him.
Sebastian forced his head up and moaned at the sight. He tightened his grip and sped his strokes.
It was Leon’s body on his knees before him: Leon’s broad shoulders and strong chest heaving with breathless pants, Leon’s thighs spread wide on the floor, and Leon’s flushed cock disappearing into Leon’s calloused hand. But it was Sebastian’s wrecked expression on Leon’s handsome features.
“Leon.” Sebastian reached weakly for the mirror before dropping his hand when he recognized the futility of the gesture.
“Oh god, Sebastian, look at you.” Leon’s mind swirled around him, and every thought felt like a touch against his skin. Leon surrounded him and filled him, and Sebastian just wanted more and more. “God, yes, look at you. You’re perfect.”
Sebastian whined and dropped his second hand to his balls, cupping them and squeezing.
Excitement jumped from Leon and into Sebastian. “Reach farther.”
Sebastian bit his lip and tentatively reached past his balls—Leon’s balls—and brushed the sensitive skin of his taint. Nervousness flared up with the excitement, and Leon pressed on him.
“Farther.”
“Leon.” Sebastian couldn’t stop saying the man’s name as he watched his hand disappear between his thighs. “Leon.”
“Go on.”
Sebastian’s breath nearly stopped as he rubbed the pad of his finger against the furl of Leon’s tight hole.
“Oh god.” The vulnerable, erotic sense of invasion bolted out of Leon into Sebastian as Leon’s opening twitched against his finger and his hips jolted. And then Sebastian realized with a startling certainty that Leon had never done this before.
No one had ever touched Leon like this. No one had ever breached him, invaded him, been inside him. He’d never given anyone that control over him and never allowed himself that sort of pleasure.
But Sebastian, he trusted. He had said it himself: he trusted Sebastian with everything and always had. And he trusted Sebastian with this.
“Leon.” Sebastian pressed against Leon’s opening, just enough to breach the first ring of muscle with the tip of his finger, and just that sent him tightening and groaning. “Oh fuck.”
