James shook his head. “I like it when you’re stern with me. I find it... exciting.”
“Exciting?”
“I know how strange that sounds, but yes.”
“So, you’d like for me to order you aroundoutsideof the bedroom, then, as well?” Cassian asked. “Outside of sexual intimacy?”
It wasn’t as though Cassian hadn’t been doing exactly that, more or less, though perhaps Cassian, as self-centered as he was, hadn’t exactly realized it.
“Sometimes, yes,” James said, “though I like it when you’re sweet, too.” He paused to snicker. “I likeyourversion of sweet, I should say.”
Cassian wrinkled his nose, likely reacting to James’s playful insult. Twisting to face him, James caught Cassian’s lips in a short-but-fierce kiss, pouring every bit of love he had into it in hopes that Cassian might not continue to take that comment in a negative manner.
Once they parted, James rubbed his nose against Cassian’s, since Cassian had gone right back to wrinkling it.
“Don’t make that face,” James said, keeping his tone sweet. “I’m providing you with the permission to be your usual demanding self with me. Even when it comes to things like wanting me to write something for you, or wanting me to spend time with you, or forcing me to be subjected to your selfish sweetness while I’mattempting to concentrate on something else.” He took a pause to offer what he hoped was a reassuring enough smile. “It’s fun for me. And it makes me feel... wanted.”
“Youarewanted.”
“Prove it to me, then.”
Cassian narrowed his eyes. He seemed to be scrutinizing James’s reddened face, maybe to confirm that he was being sincere. James hoped that Cassian would be convinced of his honesty.
Seconds passed, and then Cassian sat up straighter and leveled a look.
“Finish the scene for me,” he said curtly. “I’d like to watch you write it.”
James’s stomach swooped, and he nodded. He untwisted himself and settled back against Cassian’s chest. After adjusting his positioning a little (he was still half hard), he began to write. Heart pounding nervously, James started to paint the scene. He only got as far as mentioning the sailor’s stiffening member when one of Cassian’s hands found his hardening prick.
“Uhm, Cassian?” James asked through a breathy laugh as Cassian’s fingers brushed his foreskin.
“Keep writing,” Cassian said into his ear, sending a shiver up James’s spine.
Swallowing thickly, James continued the story. Cassian began to play with him, running his fingers up and down James’s shaft. James paused, nearly fumbling his pen.
“Did I give you permission to stop?” Cassian asked, wrapping his hand around James’s length.
Heat rushed to James’s pelvic region.
“No,” he breathed, bucking his hips and thrusting into Cassian’s fist.
“Keep writing, then,” Cassian whispered.
Head swimming, James attempted to do just that, but Cassian continued to pleasure him, his strokes becoming more purposeful, and soon James was barely able to write legibly at all. Still, he kept on scribbling, kept on putting words on the paper, kept coloring the scene of the poor, frightened, smitten sailor who found his captor irresistible. One or two minutes passed like this, with James struggling to keep himself focused on his writing, and he thought he’d have to tell Cassian that he couldn’t manage to finish, but then Cassian reached forward with his other hand, plucked the pen out of James’s grip, placed it on the notebook, and closed the cover. Moving the notebook aside, Cassian increased the speed and forcefulness of his strokes, bringing James even closer to the edge.
“Oh, God, Cassian,” he moaned, his toes curling.
“Am I sweet enough for you now?” Cassian asked, a playful lilt in his voice.
“Yes,” James moaned. Cassian took James’s earlobe into his mouth, sending pleasure needling up the length of James’s spine. “Holy hell, yes.”
“I’d like to taste you,” Cassian said, his tone commanding. “Afterward, I want you to pleasure me. And later, I’d like for you to think up another way for us to spend time together. Outside of either the saloon or the lounge. Do you think that you can do these things for me?”
Letting out a little whimper, James nodded. His muscles tensed as Cassian continued to stroke him, and he prayed that he could hold out long enough for Cassian to wrap his lips around his prick. Finally, Cassian pressed one more kiss to James’s neck and then removed his hand. James blurted out a couple of curse words under his breath from the sudden loss of pleasure and friction. Once Cassian managed to move, James fell backward onto the mattress, and the moment he was settled, Cassian brought his prick into his mouth.
James came on the spot.
“Ah!” he cried out as Cassian hollowed his cheeks and sucked. James’s cock continued to pulse for a couple of seconds, and Cassian kept on working him through the rest of his orgasm. Overstimulated, James twisted the sheets in his palms. “Jesus Christ, fuck.”
