“Anything.”
“Whenever I want?”
“Whenever you want.”
“Forever?”
“Forever.”
Humming, Cassian closed his eyes. James kissed his cheek. Slowly, Cassian’s pleasure began to intensify, needling up his spine. He shuddered a little more, warmth settling low in his pelvic region as James continued to work his leaking cock.
Next to Cassian’s ear, James whispered, “I’m yours, Cassian. Only and always. Yours.”
Cassian’s breath hitched. His cock began to pulse, shooting ejaculate onto both his stomach and James’s hand. Fluttering his eyes open, Cassian looked over to see James collecting some of Cassian’s spent orgasm onto his hand as he sat up on his knees.
“I can’t not touch myself now,” James said, bringing his coated hand to his own length. “I need to come.”
James began to pleasure himself, and all that Cassian could do was stare.
“I’m close,” James rasped.
Only seconds later, James began to come. Ejaculate spurted onto Cassian’s stomach.
“Sorry,” James said, slowing his strokes. He let out a breathy laugh. “Jesus God, I thought I might lose my head soon. Cassian, seeing you come, hearing you moan, I... oh, fuck, I love you.”
Fondness bloomed in Cassian’s chest, warm and lovely, as those three wonderful, wonderful words burrowed into his heart. He sat up and cupped James’s cheek with his palm.
“I love you, too, James.”
Chapter Sixteen
James
April 14, 1912
2:02 a.m.
In the middle of the night, James was woken up by the feel of Cassian rutting against his backside, the man’s pre-ejaculate wetting the night shirt he’d borrowed to sleep in. He was still trying to clear the fog from his relatively heavy slumber when Cassian let out the softest moan from behind him. His own cock started to stiffen, and he hummed contentedly as he rolled over to face Cassian, who immediately stopped moving.
“I woke up hard,” Cassian explained. “I needed to take care of it.”
James wondered if he was perhaps feeling embarrassed over having been caught masturbating, especially since he’d been using James to do it.
“I can see that,” James said. “Or, more precisely, I can feel it.” He hooked a leg over Cassian’s torso and tethered their hips together, pressing his own hardness against Cassian’s stomach. “And now, I’m a little hard, too.”
“You were the one who said that I could have whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted it,” Cassian reasoned. “And I liked the sound of that. I’m merely following through.”
James chuckled. “Yes, Ididsay that. And I meant it.” He pressed a light kiss to Cassian’s soft lips. “I’m not bothered by being woken up. I liked it. I’m yours, Cassian. All of me. Whenever you want.”
Cassian kissed him back.
“So, I’m entitled to this,” Cassian said. “I’m entitled toyou.”
“You could say that,” James said, laughing a little more. He thought it over while they kissed a couple more times.Entitled to you.It made James’s stomach flutter, and his cock began to throb. He broke their kiss. “Actually, yes, that’s exactly right. ‘Entitled to you.’ I like that.”
“Good. Because I like it, too,” Cassian purred. “But what happens if, someday, I want to take what’s mine, but you aren’t... in the mood to indulge me?”
“That won’t happen.”
