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Sebastian could feel Neil’s shiver all the way through his body, grinding against him unintentionally. Sebastian bit back a moan. He ran his fingers lightly over Neil’s cock.

“There’s, um, another large purchase this year. From, ahhh, um... “

“Go on, sweet boy,” Sebastian prompted him. “What’s it from?”

“What are you doing?” Neil whispered.

“Oh, just keeping my hands busy while we work. It helps me think.” He massaged Neil’s erection, gripping and caressing from root to tip.

“But we’re outside.” Neil’s voice sounded needy and hopeful.

That stirred Sebastian up even further. This time, he’d gotten it right. No audience, no show, just the two of them together and the risk of being caught.

“There’s no one around,” he soothed, cupping Neil’s balls. “Most of the guests checked out this morning. As long as you’re quiet, no one will hear you from the bedrooms up there.” He felt Neil’s cock jerk. Oh, yes. This was exactly what he wanted. “Even if they come back here, all they’ll see is this blanket, right?” Sebastian moved his hand up Neil’s shaft with more vigor, leaving no mistake as to what was happening.

“Uh… yes, Sir.”

“Still green?”

He could see that the question took a moment to penetrate. “Oh, yes, Sir.” Another delicious shiver.

“So let’s get back to Furnishings and Equipment.” Sebastian used both hands to open Neil’s button and zipper, being careful not to catch anything.

Neil whimpered when Sebastian finally freed his erection.

Fuck, this was glorious. The wind whispering through the pines, flowers blooming along the trail, and Neil’s cock pulsing warm in his hand.

Sebastian stroked it slowly. He didn’t have a particularly strong exhibitionist kink. It was more that he didn’t have any qualms about public or semi-public scenes, and everyone who was at the lodge had consented to this atmosphere.

But watching Neil get off on the thrill of being outside, the danger of being caught, and the submission of being used to please Sebastian was sublime.

They’d barely started playing, and Sebastian was already as hard as Neil. He wasn’t in any hurry, though.

“Ahhhh… uh… the next year doesn’t look like any big purchases. Just a lot of smaller ones.”

“Hmmmm… We should investigate that, don’t you think?”

“Yes, Sir.” Neil sounded dazed.

Sebastian didn’t give a damn right now about what they’d spent money on. He just wanted to watch Neil try to stay focused while he gathered the dewy moisture from his slit and spread it down his shaft. Neil was a pleasant handful, a bit thicker than Jamie but not as long.

His moans were deeper, too. And God, the way he just gave himself up to everything, working so hard to comply with every command.

Jamie really ought to see this. To be part of it.

Sebastian picked up his phone from the table and flicked over to Jamie’s name. On the porch, he typed out with his left hand, hoping Jamie would come to investigate. Sebastian set it back down so he had his other hand free to slip under Neil’s shirt.

Neil said something about lighting fixtures and whether they should be in another category.

Probably? Who knew? Sebastian responded with just enough focus to tell him to put it on a list for later. That would be a great response. Because then Neil had to remember how to type and Sebastian didn’t have to think about it at all. “What’s next?” he prompted.

Neil answered, but all Sebastian was thinking about was the way Neil was jerking against him and the moan he let out when Sebastian pinched his nipple hard enough to sting.

“Quiet, baby. You don’t want anyone to hear what a dirty little slut you are.”

That produced an even bigger moan.

“Keep going. Next line?”