The drive had given Sebastian’s scent time to saturate the interior of the car, every breath making Viggo’s cock throb.
Sebastian bit his lip, relaxing into Viggo’s grip on his neck.
Viggo squeezed his hand, massaging Sebastian’s neck with firm pressure, making him whimper and moan.
His cock leaking enough come to lube up a virgin, Viggo reached his left hand down to his bulge and pushed down on the steel-hard length, his right hand continued to work the tense muscles in Sebastian’s neck.
Pushing his hand up to the back of Sebastian’s head, Viggo threaded his fingers through the silky locks before tightening his grip into a fist. Sebastian moaned, the tug on his scalp obviously to his liking, and Viggo’s right arm jerked from the impulse to shove the boy’s face down between his legs.
The twitch in his arm startled Sebastian, who looked down to the side and gasped at the sight of Viggo touching himself.
Letting go of his cock, Viggo shot Sebastian a cocky grin. He loved the way Sebastian blushed every time he was caught looking – loved that he couldn’t stop himselffromlooking – and it gave him hope that things with Sebastian would be perfectly fine in the end.
There were worse places to start a relationship than with intense sexual attraction.
“You can look,” Viggo said, his voice dropping into an aroused growl. “You’re the reason it’s so hard.”
Sebastian blushed, squeezing his eyes shut like he could simply wish himself away from his embarrassment.
Viggo let out a huff of amusement, releasing his tight grip on Sebastian’s hair and moving back down to his neck, brushing his thumb over Sebastian’s pulse point.
“Are we going to go inside?” Sebastian asked, eyes still closed. His attempt to shift Viggo’s focus was adorably obvious. Grinning wider, Viggo released his grip on Sebastian’s neck and unbuckled his seatbelt, opening the door and climbing out of the car.
“Coming?” he asked when Sebastian stayed seated. The boy was beet red, hands in his lap like he thought Viggo didn’t know he was sporting an erection.
“Okay,” Sebastian mumbled. He pushed open his door and climbed out, shutting the door behind him and standing awkwardly in the driveway next to the car. He looked up at the house, hesitating before heading toward the front door.
He was too cute, the way he glanced at Viggo for guidance making the alpha in him preen with pleasure, and Viggo wanted todevourhim.
Feeling every inch the predator, Viggo moved around the front of the car, taking his time and stretching his shoulders as he walked.
Sebastian kept his gaze on him, eyes wide, and Viggo could see the gears turning in his head as he fought the natural instinct to run.
Viggo licked his lips and grinned, sauntering right into Sebastian’s space, following him when he stumbled back and boxing him in against the car.
Pressed together, Sebastian leaning back against the car to escape the crush of Viggo’s body, Viggo grinned as Sebastian flailed his arms and looked desperately from side to side. It was clear he wanted to both look and touch but couldn’t bring himself to do either.
Viggo decided to help. He cupped Sebastian’s chin, forcing the boy to look up, grinning at the sight of his pupils blown wide open.
Sebastian moaned, grabbing at Viggo’s waist, closing his eyes and unconsciously trying to rub his bulge against his leg.
Emboldened, Viggo shifted his grip to Sebastian’s neck and pushed his face into his pecs. He held him there, letting Sebastian’s breath moisten the cotton of his dress shirt, his bulge pushing into Sebastian’s stomach.
He pressed his knee between Sebastian’s legs, lifting it and hoisting Sebastian off his feet so that his desperate little hard-on pressed squarely into the muscle of his suit-clad thigh.
“You like that?” he growled, flexing his pectorals and squeezing Sebastian’s neck hard enough to hurt. He knew that he was pushing things, but he couldn’t help himself.
How Sebastian responded to this would tell Viggo a lot about how far he could go later.
To his surprise, Sebastian moaned, gyrating his hips and grinding his crotch into Viggo’s thick thigh.
“Horny little slut,” Viggo praised, hoping that his voice conveyed just how much he appreciated Sebastian’s sudden wantonness. “Does this make you feel good?” He hitched his thigh an inch higher, pushing up and into Sebastian’s little bulge.
“Mh-hm,” Sebastian moaned, nudging his nose under the buttons of Viggo’s shirt, touching the warm, smooth skin over his pectorals.
“This isn’t too much?” Viggo leaned back, pulling Sebastian’s head back when the boy tried to follow and stay nuzzled into his chest. “Hm?”
Sebastian looked up at him with a shell-shocked expression, pupils huge pools of black, his mouth hanging open like some kind of simpleton.
