“Maurice.Come here.”Maurice staggered to his feet and Sebastian kissed him again, tasting that little bit of salt from his own pre-come.“You have too many clothes.”He tore at Maurice’s clothes, like a rabbit running from a fox, desperate to have his hands on Maurice’s flesh.Need thumped in his chest, a beating drum of desire, like the rumble of galloping hooves over the turf, surging towards the winning post.
“Please fuck me like last time.”Maurice’s plea was fire to his spark, sending flashes of heat curling around his torso and making his balls throb tight.Sebastian finished undressing Maurice, taking his time to appreciate his finely honed body.If teasing was what Maurice did to him, he’d give it back in spades.He spread his hands all over his shoulders and chest, and teased him with his touch, until Maurice begged again.
“You could lie down and prepare yourself for me.”
“Or you could push me down and take me.”
Sebastian didn’t think he could get any hotter, or any closer to coming, but he growled and did as Maurice asked.The juxtaposition between a Duke wanting to be fucked, and the same Duke commanding that he do it—hearing him beg for it—was astonishing.Maurice fell back on the bed, then shuffled so he was spread-eagled for Sebastian, and then Maurice stroked himself, his cock hard and leaking.Sebastian grabbed his ankles and lifted them onto the bed, so Maurice was wide open for him.
“Open yourself up for me.”Sebastian stepped away to get one of the little bottles of oil from the same drawer as last time; this time selecting rosehip.He dribbled some oil onto the base of Maurice’s cock, watching it slide down around his balls, and onto Maurice’s fingers, and then he coated his own cock, before pressing his knee against the bed and lining himself up.He corked the bottle and tossed it aside.
“You want this?”
“Now.Please.Impale me.”
Sebastian shivered, loving the desperate roughness in Maurice’s plea, and guided himself in with Maurice’s tight body enveloping him.He took his time, mostly because he was breathing roughly, trying to maintain control.It’d been weeks since he’d been here with Maurice and one thrust into his body was going to end him, especially as Maurice was lying back on the bed, staring at him with an intense expression.Maurice had one hand on his cock, loosely stroking himself, and the other was tucked behind his head.If it wasn’t for the gasp, he’d let out when Sebastian had entered him, Sebastian might have thought Maurice was unaffected.
“Do you want hard or slow?”
A flush spread across Maurice’s face, neck, and chest.“As hard as you can.I want to feel you afterwards.”
Sebastian grabbed Maurice’s hips and pounded into him, glad that he laboured with his body all day because he was fit and strong and with every thrust, Maurice panted and moaned and begged, making Sebastian feel like a God.A King to his Duke.
“More.”
He slammed in harder, bliss surrounding him, and holy ...“No.”He didn’t want to come first, so he wrapped one hand around Maurice’s hand, still lightly holding his cock, and stroked him in time with his thrusts.
“Yes.”Maurice cried out.“Sebastian.I love you.”And with that, Maurice came in long streaks over his belly and chest, and Sebastian leaned forward to kiss him hard as he came in a blinding flash of light, sensation blazing inside him as he emptied himself into Maurice’s welcoming body.He would’ve collapsed onto Maurice, sated and heavy, except he wanted to see one thing.So he raised himself up on his elbows, hands cradling Maurice’s face, and yes...there it was.Maurice completely relaxed.To be gifted with such an honour—a Duke without the ducal mask—was more than Sebastian could deal with, and so he kissed him.Everywhere that he could reach from his forehead over his cheeks and jaw, and throat and shoulders.
“Thank you.”
He should be the one thanking Maurice.“Stay like this, Maurice.I love it when you finally relax for me.”
A little smile curled the corners of Maurice’s mouth, and the edges of his eyes crinkled up.Sebastian kissed that rare smile, wanting to taste it and keep it all for himself.He could lie here forever, with his cock softening inside his lover who was smiling up at him.Maurice’s hair was a mess, and his gaze was content.This was the man behind the ducal façade, and Sebastian knew he was the only person to ever see Maurice like this.It made him want impossible things.
“Once I’m married, I want you in my bed every night.Move out of the cottage and into this room.”
“Is that an order, your Grace?”
“No.As tempting as it is to command that you stay with me forever, I want to know that you choose me.”
Sebastian instinctually held his breath.He couldn’t.Or he could.If Maurice looked at him like this every day, as if the impossible were possible, then perhaps he could.
“I’d been planning on moving out of my cottage once Barry and Jane’s baby arrived to give them more space, so I suppose it would be just as easy to move in with you as it would to move into the stable loft.”
Maurice gasped, losing that soft relaxed appearance, which made Sebastian want to chase it.“Don’t you dare!”
“Don’t I dare do what?”
“I can’t have my stable master living with the lads above the horses.If you don’t want to be with me, I’ll build you a new cottage.”Maurice’s body stiffened underneath Sebastian and he finally understood what it meant to stop protesting about class and all the reasons why this shouldn’t work, and embrace why it might.
“No.I don’t need a cottage.A small room near you will suffice.”
“Perfect.Welcome to your new home, Sebastian Wildgoose.Be my lover, the love of my life, the only man who ever dared see beyond the Duke to the real me.”
Sebastian gulped.“Thank you.I’m sorry for pushing you away.”
“I think I needed it.The world is designed for me and I’m accustomed to getting anything I want.It did me good to have to prove myself for you, and I want to keep doing that.”
