“Hmmn?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m looking at you like I love you,” Remington said. “I’m committing this moment, this version of you, to memory.”
“Why?” Sebastian croaked, his blush flooding south to his chest, coloring a speckled hot pink around his small and hardened nipples.
“Because you’re beautiful like this,” he answered honestly. “You’re so beautiful and you don’t even know.”
“I’m not,” Sebastian grumbled in protest, but Remington held up a hand to stop him, then beckoned him closer.
Sebastian approached, his cock hanging already half-hard between his strong thighs. Remington traced the pouty curve of Sebastian’s mouth with the tips of his fingers before shoving his bow tie past them.
“You are,” he corrected, smoothing his palm over Sebastian’s mouth, bow tie now securely tucked behind his teeth. “Don’t ruin it with your mouth, Sebastian.”
Sebastian made a desperate little sound, his cock twitching violently toward Remington’s face.
“You’re beautiful like this,” he said again, patting his lap. “Now lay yourself over my lap so I can commit another angle to memory.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Sebastian Finally Gets It
A drop of pre-cum leaked out the tip of Sebastian’s dick.
Remington’s bow tie tasted like starch and sweat against his tongue, and while the idea of bending himself over a grown man’s lap should be demeaning, it clearly had the opposite effect. Sebastian stifled a grunt when his cock was abraded by Remington’s pants, and he flattened his hands on the bed, bracing himself so he didn’t let all his weight settle.
Remington touched him then, thankfully, blessedly. With long, skilled fingers and feverish hands, Remington traced swirls and promises across his backside until Sebastian worried he would go wild with want. He was desperate to make this new memory for Remington, the man who loved him. Eager to block out his brother, his ex-wife, and every bit of life that didn’t belong to the man who sat beneath him.
Sebastian waited for Remington’s palms to strike him, for words to fill his ears, but nothing came. Remington just touched him, slow and steady from the back of his knees to the top of his spine and down again. He humped against Remington’s lap, grunting in displeasure at the prolonged tease.
“Do you know one of the things I like the most about you?” Remington asked, fingers spreading Sebastian’s ass cheeks apart. The exposure left him feeling embarrassed and scrutinized, but Remington didn’t let him shy away from the touch.
He made a sound in his throat, asking Remington to go on.
“You don’t run away.”
Sebastian would have disagreed, but he didn’t have a chance because Remington kept talking.
“You try to hide, but you never really do. You put so much of yourself out there for people, but no one really sees that, do they?”
Sebastian didn’t like the line of questioning, so he squirmed his hips, but Remington’s fingers gouged harder into the globes of his ass. The tips of Remington’s thumbs eased inward toward his hole, and he squeezed his eyes closed, wishing Remington had blindfolded him instead of gagging him.
“You use your upbringing and your words as a defense mechanism,” Remington went on, making it evident why Sebastian had a mouthful of bow tie. “A sharp wit and quick tongue won’t help you hide from me.”
In a quick movement, Remington was off the bed and Sebastian was on it, a pillow under his stomach and his ass still up in the air. Remington remained dressed, but he climbed on the bed behind him, leaning down and blowing a hot breath against his quivering hole.
He wanted to beg Remington to not make him beg.
The sharp slap of skin against skin echoed through the room and Sebastian fucked his needy dick against the down pillow beneath him. Heat bloomed on his ass from the impact of Remington’s hand, and before he could even moan about it, Remington hit him again.
“You have to be kinder to yourself,” Remington whispered. “Don’t be afraid to ask for what you want. Even with me.”
Sebastian spat the tie out of his mouth and looked over his shoulder.
“I wantyou,” he said, shoving himself onto this knees and seizing Remington’s face in his hands. He crashed their mouths together and kissed Remington for as long as Remington allowed.
“You can have me.” Remington kissed the words against his mouth when he came up for breath.
