Remi can’t stay still. He leans over, presses a quick kiss to my cheek, and rushes off to find the man he loves. I laugh softly as I watch him go, then slip my arm through Ben’s. Together with Maude and the others, we make our way to the reception hall.
Voices hum around us, full of praise for Sebastian’s performance and admiration for everyone’s elegant attire. And as we move through the crowd, I glance at the faces surrounding me, the people I love.
And I know, deep in my heart, thatthisis what family truly means.
SEBASTIAN
I barely make it back to my dressing room, dripping with sweat and buzzing with adrenaline, when the door bursts open and in storms Remi, red-faced and breathless, like he’s just run a marathon, which is more or less what he must have done to get here so quickly.
I don’t even have time to say a word before my boyfriend sweeps me up in his arms and crashes his lips onto mine.
As always, the moment we touch, fireworks go off. Remi holds me tightly, hands pressed against my back, while his tongue slips possessively into my mouth. My lips part eagerly for him and I jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist and clinging to him like a koala, while his hands slide down to grab my arse.
We try to stay upright, but we end up stumbling and slamming into the wall. Still, our mouths don’t part until we’re both completely breathless.
It’s become clear that post-concert adrenaline has quite the effect on Remi, too, and I can’t say I mind. On the contrary.
Something about watching me play stirs up some primal instinct in my boyfriend, and I’m more than happy to indulge it.
He moves from my mouth to my jaw, then to my neck, kissing and nibbling with that hungry intensity that drives me wild, like he wants to devour me, like he’ll never get enough of me. And honestly, the way his unrestrained desire fuels mine is intoxicating.
“You were… incredible, baby…” he pants, pulling back just long enough to lock the door behind us.
“And what exactly are you planning to do?” I tease, feigning innocence. “We’re supposed to be joining everyone at the reception…”
He presses a finger to my lips and grins devilishly. “Change of plan, baby…”
I narrow my eyes at that mischievous glint in his gaze. “What do you mean, Remi? They’re all waiting for us…”
“Not exactly. Friends and family are heading to the reception, yes, but we won’t be there. Don’t you remember what day it is today?”
I pretend to hesitate, but he bites my neck, just enough to make me squirm, and I lift my hands in surrender. “Alright, alright! I was only joking. As if I could forget that two years ago today we shared our first kiss.”
“Baby…” he purrs, kissing his way down my neck and jawline, “…I’ve arranged a little romantic dinner to celebrate, and… the others know. They’re not expecting us.”
He groans against me as our erections rub together through the thin fabric of our dress trousers.
“Then I have… a suggestion,” I whisper in his ear, burning with the need to have him.
“I’m listening…” he rasps, just as desperate as I am.
“Maybe… maybe we could reverse the courses and… start with dessert.”
He doesn’t need to be asked twice. In a few swift steps, Remi moves towards the marble table in the centre of the room and, with one decisive sweep, knocks everything off it. Then, with great care, he lays me down on the cold surface. Instantly, goosebumps ripple across my skin, not just from the chill, but from the heat of his hands moving beneath my clothes.
He leans over me, fingers trembling slightly as he begins to unbutton my silk shirt and loosen my trousers. His breath leaves a trail of fire in its wake as he slowly makes his way down my body, and I let out a quiet moan, unable to contain it.
“Good boy…” he murmurs as he finally slips my trousers off, gently spreading my legs and placing the soles of my feet against the table’s edge. I stare at him, wide-eyed.
I’m in the most vulnerable position a person could be in, and yet with Remi, I feel completely safe. In his eyes, along with that overwhelming desire, I see a love so intense it borders on reverence. And I know that no one will ever make me feel safer or more protected than he does.
“Seb, baby, are you alright?” he whispers against my lips, checking in as always before taking the next step. That he still asks for my consent, despite knowing me inside out, only deepens my love and longing for him.
“I’m perfect, my love,” I reply, reaching down to his belt, “But there’s still something missing…” I whisper as I undo his fly. “I want to feel you inside me, Remi. I… I need you… really need you…” I gasp as he pulls a sachet of lube from his trouser pocket and starts preparing me.
“I love you, Seb…” he says simply. “More than my own life, baby… If only you knew how much I need you too…” And with a soft groan of relief, he slowly enters me, filling me with a delicious pressure that makes me feel whole in a way nothing else ever could.
Remi gives me time to adjust, and once I signal that I’m ready, he starts moving slowly. I meet him thrust for thrust, losing myself in the overwhelming sensation of being completely connected to the person I love.
