Seb closed his fingers against his palm. Naturally, his brain started to trace over what exactly all kinds of things might be. Things that would involve Declan’s hands or Seb’s mouth. Things like crawling up the man’s chest and giving himself over, again and again.
They stood there, inches away, but neither one of them moving.
“Not that I’ve ever done a thing like that with a client before,” Declan added.
Seb blinked and grabbed onto the self-confidence that Declan had started to nurture in him. “Probably none of your other clients have been as cute as I am, to be fair.” He lit up inside when he said it, the thrill of flirting almost making him giggle.
Declan laughed loudly, clearly pleased. “You have no idea how true that is.” He ran a hand through his hair, his mouth still cocked up in a grin. “I’m glad you’re chill. Wouldn’t want things to be awkward around the house.”
Seb stepped a little closer. “You’re just lucky I’m not coming back begging for it every time I run into a wall with my research.”
They both laughed again, the heat thick off their bodies. In the past, Seb had often wondered whether he would be truly capable of flirting, were the moment to present itself. But now, staring up at Declan, he realized it wasn’t some horrifying, awkward encounter.
It was fun. And maybe, in fact, he was even good at it.
Declan sucked on his teeth. “In that case, I might end up sabotaging your work one of these days.” It was a joke, but he didn’t say it with a laugh. Instead, he tightened his gaze on Seb, a hint of force behind the words.
Desire and heat coiled inside Seb, stiffening his cock and sending trembles across his muscles. He wondered how Declan tasted and if the skin along his hips was softer than his rough hands.
He bit down on his lip. “Now I’m definitely not going be able to concentrate.”
One heartbeat. Two.
And then, Seb uncoiled. He stepped forward, holding Declan’s eye as Declan grinned back, almost like he was impressed. Emboldened, he took another step, crossing the distance until he could smell Declan, the lingering scent of smoke and pine trees and snow from his last walk.
Declan tangled his fingers in Seb’s hair, palming the back of his head. Seb gasped, then pressed his hand against Declan’s chest, steadying himself as his cock throbbed.
“Best we take care of that,” Declan said, his voice crisp under his breath.
“Yes,” Seb agreed in a whisper. “Yes, we should.”
Declan grabbed Seb’s chin, pulling his face up until their eyes met. Finally losing control, Seb flung himself up, desperate to know what it felt like to kiss Declan properly.
And just as he expected, the transformation was instant. He melted into Declan’s strength. He bit and tugged at Declan’s lips and swirled his tongue against Declan’s teeth while the much taller man held him close, lifting him with an embrace. Stubble pricked Seb’s sensitive skin, but just like that morning, he only wanted more of the fire and ground his mouth harder against Declan’s lips.
Declan pulled away with a smack, and Seb gasped in a breath. “Come on then,” Declan said, like an order. “Take care of that tension for me.”
Seb blinked, surprised by the strength in Declan’s voice, but suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to obey. “Take care of the tension?”
Declan reached down and stroked Seb’s hard cock through his trousers. “You need me to tell you how?”
Seb shook his head quickly. Declan chuckled, then flicked open Seb’s pants, grabbing his cock just long enough to yank it out. With the same wave of motion, he loosened his jeans, dropping his own fat cock into his palm.
Seb stared down, his lips parting. Declan was long and thick, with a flared head, almost purple, and heavy, fat balls. Whimpers slipped out between Seb’s lips as he watched Declan crank his fist down his shaft, then spit in his hand and repeat the motion.
“Come on,” he said, nodding his head at Seb. “I want to see you work yourself.”
Declan lifted Seb’s hand in the air, then held it to Seb’s mouth. Pleasure sparking through his body, Seb followed the instructions, licking his own hand, then grabbing his cock. Precum was already pearling out of his slit, and he felt a twinge at his base when he saw the white leak from Declan’s tip.
He was dizzy, disoriented as they both jerked themselves. Seb leaned forward to steady against the wall with one hand. Then Declan pulled him closer, letting Seb collapse against his bodyguard’s chest. The rhythm of their hands and of their breathing aligned, and Seb quivered when he felt the rumbles that shook Declan’s chest, like thunder against his cheek.
“Come on, Seb,” Declan growled. “Do it for me.”
“Yes, Declan,” Seb whimpered. “For you.”
He jerked himself harder, then tugged down at his balls with his free hand. The aching pleasure spread, and when Seb trained his eyes to Declan’s shaft, he imagined how good it would feel to stretch his hole down the stiff, throbbing length.
Seb gasped as an orgasm spilled out of him. His sweaty face plastered to Declan’s shirt, he quivered and shook as jet after jet sprayed forward, coating Declan’s cock, hand, and pants. Declan let out a low growl, tightened his fist in Seb’s hair, and shot his load, his hand slick with Seb’s cum as he splattered them both.
“Oh my god,” Seb gasped. His whole body felt like it was made out of jelly, and when he sucked in a deep breath, more cum oozed out of his slit.
Declan pulled his face up, then held Seb in his gaze. He took Seb in a deep kiss. “Very good,” he said with a smile.
“What?” Seb asked, too dazed to think.
Declan rubbed Seb’s back with his free hand, slow and comforting. “Get some work done,” he said, a friendly tease in his voice, “and let me know when that cloudy head comes back.”
