“Just . . . move my finger, you mean?”
“Yes, exactly.”
Slowly, Cassian began to move his finger. In and out, in and out. While doing so, he continued to stare into James’s eyes, watching him intently. After a while, he pressed a second finger inside, and James’s mouth fell agape. Cassian’s mouth ticked up into a small smile.
“You like that, James?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Cassian captured James’s mouth in a brief kiss while he continued to pump his fingers, but he then paused. He pressed on James’s knees, wordlessly instructing James to curl his legs even more, and then he moved lower.
“I’d like to watch,” he crooned as he began moving his fingers again. In and out. In and out. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
James’s breath caught. He couldn’t wait either. But he felt as though he still might not be relaxed enough yet. He wanted Cassian to be able to fuck him as hard as he wanted.
“Cassian, I’m about to ask something of you, and I have no idea if you’ll be amenable to it,” James said. “Youcansay no. It won’t mean that you can’t penetrate me later. But I think that thismighthelp me relax a little more. Enough that you won’t have to restrain yourself so much when you’re fucking me. Only a little, maybe. Because of the lack of lubrication. Other than spit, I mean.”
Cassian paused and crooked an eyebrow.
“Are you finished rambling?”
Cheeks burning, James pursed his lips to contain a smile. “Yes.”
“Alright, then, ask me,” he said. “I brought you that brandy earlier. Obviously, I can do things for you, too, on occasion.”
James rolled his eyes. “Onoccasion,” he repeated.
“Be nice to me, James,” Cassian retorted, leveling a look. “I have my fingers in your ass.”
James rolled his eyes a little more, intentionally being cheeky, and then Cassian moved his fingers in and out as though to make a point. James squirmed and laughed.
“Jesus, Cassian, you really are a bastard sometimes,” he said. “Anyway, myaskis that you lick me, uhm, there.”
Cassian pursed his lips for a moment like he was considering James’s proposal. James’s face began to burn.
“Yes, fine, I’ll kiss your pretty little hole, as long as you’re sure that you’ll like it.”
“I will. I know I will.”
“And willIlike it?”
“I think so. George—”
James clapped a hand over his own mouth.Fuck.Cassian wrinkled his nose.
“George liked it?” he asked.
“Yes,” James said through a wince. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, you shouldn’t have. Dammit, now it feels like I haveno choicebutto like it.”
Regret settled in James’s stomach, making it churn unpleasantly. He shut his eyes.
“No, Cassian, that’s not what I want. I want you to like it of your own volition. I want—”
“James,” Cassian said, retracting his fingers.
James opened his eyes to see Cassian coming up higher on the mattress. He shifted his positioning, looking somewhat uncomfortable.
