Chapter Fourteen
Sebastian Comes
“Talking,” Sebastian said.
“Communication is important.” Remington shifted around the couch like he didn’t know what to do with his limbs. “And I’m admittedly not good at it.”
“No?” Sebastian arched up a brow and moved so he faced Remington. Their knees bumped together, and a soft smile flashed across his face.
“I know a lot of words. I’ve read a lot of books, but maybe too many. I don’t always know how to take things I know and make them real.”
Sebastian reached for him, settling his hand on Remington’s knee. Gently, making sure the touch was welcome, then he curled his fingers around and held on.
“You are real,” he said, maybe to remind himself, too.
“I think there’s meant to be checklists and limits and…” Remington’s hand flailed in the space between them, and Sebastian grabbed him, lowering their hands to the top of his thigh.
“I haven’t done this before,” he said.
“Me neither.”
“So, shouldn’t we just try some things and see if they feel right?”
Sebastian hadn’t read much about anything. He doubted he knew even half the things that Remington did. He hadn’t even known what he was getting himself into when he started talking with him online, but what he did know was his cock got hard when Remington told him what to do.
So he wanted Remington to keep telling him what to do.
“Remington,” Sebastian whispered. “Tell me what you want from me.”
Remington’s palm was clammy against his, but his face looked calm, even as his pupils dilated into wide, dark pools.
“I like when you listen,” Remington said. “Do you like listening?”
Sebastian nodded, his mouth falling open.
“Get on your knees.”
Sebastian slipped down to the floor, landing against the carpet with the slightest sound. His cock spasmed, a violent twitch against the fly of his slacks. He’d never given thought to kneeling before. Things with Remington had always been order and structure. Even if the dynamic between them had been an exchange of power, it hadn’t felt like this.
“One second,” he begged, leaning forward as Remington stood and bracing his forehead against Remington’s thigh. He raised a hand and slipped it around the back of Remington’s leg to hold himself up, and he breathed, the sound of his breath vibrating and trembling through his entire body.
This was… new and unexpected, and his cock throbbed again, signaling its approval.
Remington’s fingers threaded into his hair, and he startled, tipping his head back to look up at the other man.
“Are you okay?” Remington asked, and gone were the traces of fear and uncertainty that had laced his expression before.
“I’m good,” he promised. “I just didn’t think…”
“Does it feel good?” Remington continued dragging his fingers through Sebastian’s hair, lulling him into relaxation.
“Yes. Feels right.”
“Good.”
Remington let him sit in that moment, settling into the discomfort of his joints and the pleasure of his mind. Sebastian’s dick leaked against his underwear, getting wetter and wetter with every moment that passed.
“Tell me something else,” he whispered.
