“No one’s ever offered before.”
The hint of a smug smile danced across Remington’s mouth. “Is that consent?”
“Yes.”
Remington took Sebastian by the wrist and brought his hand to his mouth. Without any hesitation, he licked Sebastian’s palm, lashes fluttering closed. He let loose a quiet moan, then dragged his tongue up Sebastian’s finger, swirling around and licking the cum away.
“Shit,” Sebastian muttered, and Remington’s lips sealed around his finger.
Remington’s mouth burned hot like fire, and Sebastian would have sworn he felt the heat in his dick.
“Can I?” he asked, taking Remington’s hand in his.
Remington nodded and slid another of Sebastian’s fingers into his mouth. Remington worked him with his mouth, paying thorough attention to every crease and fold of skin, and when Sebastian worried he was close to losing his mind, he pressed a kiss against Remington’s palm. His lips landed soft and chapped against a pool of cum, and he opened, letting his tongue out. He licked the spot, the warm and salty flavor of Remington’s orgasm exploding in his mouth.
He didn’t think he liked the taste of cum. It was new, but he did very much like the sounds Remington made so he moved, dragging his tongue between Remington’s fingers, ensuring every drop he’d spilled was cleaned. Sebastian didn’t realize his eyes had closed until he opened them and found Remington staring at him, once again all full of hope and expectation and promise.
“Remington,” he managed to say, and Remington nodded quickly, surging up off the floor and slamming their mouths together.
He’d expected the kiss, but the ferocity caught him off-guard and he tumbled off the couch, taking both of them down to the floor. He landed on top of Remington and made to move his weight, but Remington grabbed him, two strong hands coming together around the back of his neck and holding him still, holding their mouths together.
Remington spread his legs and Sebastian fell into place, his soft and used cock landing against the wet spots that dotted Remington’s pants. Remington arched up, rubbing against him, all the while continuing to kiss Sebastian like he was air. Sebastian turned frantic, his fingers scrabbling against Remington’s chest, and then they flipped. The air rushed out of Sebastian’s lungs as his shoulder blades hit the carpet, and Remington was on top of him.
Those hands on him.
That weight.
Sebastian tore their mouths apart, sucking in a desperate breath and pressing his fingertips into the carpet to make sure it was real, to be sure he hadn’t flown away.
“Was it too much?” Remington asked, his cock hard again, protruding through the fly of his pants.
“No,” he said. “Yes, and no. It wasn’t bad.”
Remington smiled, his chest heaving as he breathed, and he lowered his hands, his fingers pressing against the sliver of skin above his waistband that had become visible as part of their tumble. He shivered as their skin connected and he closed his eyes, covering his eyes with his forearm.
“Hey.” Remington’s hand moved up and tapped him on the arm. He dropped it to the side and forced himself to hold Remington’s stare. “Sebastian. You look beautiful like this.”
The compliment was a small thing, but it felt like it meant everything. He closed his eyes against it, not sure of what his face looked like anymore.
“Look at me,” Remington said again, and Sebastian obeyed, because he couldn’t not. There was no way he could go against this man, this sometimes scared, but always smart and brave, and delicious man who had given him the foundation to shape the rest of his life around.
He bit the inside of his cheek, knowing he could never say that out loud. Remington would think him an overzealous fool, but that was fine. He would keep the feeling inside of himself for as long as he wanted. It would be his and his alone, and he would know what it meant to be fulfilled. And he knew this was nothing. This was an icebreaker between two fumbling virgins, and yet…
“Thank you for that,” Remington said.
“You’re thanking me?” He chuckled and reached for Remington, threading their fingers together and kissing his knuckles.
“You gave me something just now,” Remington continued. “It wasn’t a small thing. It was a scary thing.”
He squeezed Remington’s hand and let out a breath, the only agreement he had it in himself to offer.
“Can I really clean you up now?” Remington asked, giving his hand a gentle tug. “With soap and water. A shower. Or bath. Whatever you want is fine with me, or we can do both.”
“Remington,” he interrupted, sitting up so they were face to face.
Remington stopped talking, his lips parted and his cheeks still flushed from his orgasm. He sat still and silent while he waited for Sebastian, and Sebastian wondered if he was meant to feel as powerful as he did when he laid beneath this other man. The way he felt was dangerous, because it felt so raw, so right. He could have climbed a mountain if Remington would have asked that of him, and that stalled him in his tracks because Remington had been right.
It wasn’t a small thing.
