“I used to be what?”
“Youused to bethe most powerful person in any room,” Sebastian said, as he reached the windows. “Now...well, you know.”
He wasn’t teasing anymore, just speaking matter-of-factly, and was this magical brat actually about topatronizeWesley?
“I don’t think I do,” Wesley said lightly, with narrowed eyes. “I think you’d best explain exactly what you mean.”
“I just mean that money and titles can’t protect you from the things in my world.” Sebastian had paused and turned to face Wesley. “So you’re never going to be powerful the same way a paranormal is.”
There was nothing the slightest bit belittling or condescending about his tone. If anything, he sounded bloodyearnest.
“Oh, duck,” Wesley said warningly. “Tell me you’re not actually suggesting that having magic makes you more competent?”
“It’s not aboutcompetence, it’s just about magic.” Sebastian leaned against the wall. “I don’t need to be afraid of things like police; I’ve been able to flatten a room with my mind since I was nine.”
“I have never needed magic to have you down flat on your back.”
“Well, no,” Sebastian said patiently. “But Wes, the only reason you’re standing at all is because I let you.”
“Because youletme?”
The shift in the air was tangible, like Sebastian had accidentally tripped an electrical wire and sent sparks into the air.
“Is that right.” In two sharp tugs, Wesley pulled off one glove, then the other, and tossed them on the chair. “Close the fucking drapes, sweetheart.”
Wesley crossed the room, giving Sebastian just enough time to yank the curtain closed. Then he put a hand on Sebastian’s chest, flattening him against the window with a firm push.
“That’s my ego you just came for.” Wesley bent so their faces were an inch apart. “And I can’t let you get away with that.”
He brought their lips together. Sebastian’s eyes fluttered shut as Wesley slid his arm around his waist, between the window and the small of his back, pulling their bodies together. The window’s glass was cool through the curtain, a contrast to the heat of the kiss and Sebastian’s skin through his thin dress shirt.
He slipped his tongue along the seam of Sebastian’s lips, which parted for him. Wesley chased down the taste of him, pressing him against the glass. Sebastian made a noise in the back of his throat, and this was what Wesley had been craving all day, the perfect fit of their bodies, the arm around his neck and the hand in his hair. The way Sebastian kissed like nothing mattered but getting more of Wesley’s lips, the way he clung like a drowning man who’d found air, and Wesley wanted to be that escape, to take Sebastian’s mind somewhere his demons couldn’t reach.
Their cocks brushed, both already hard, and Sebastian groaned into Wesley’s mouth. He jammed a hand between their bodies, going for Wesley’s zipper—
Wesley moved faster, catching his hands and pinning them to the window next to his head. “What’s the rush?” he said lightly, and heard the hitch in Sebastian’s breath. He casually fit his leg between Sebastian’s, forcing them farther apart. “We have all night.”
Sebastian tilted his head up to meet his eyes. The movement still sent shivers of want over Wesley, because he was exactly the kind of bastard who enjoyed being bigger and able to pin Sebastian like this. An illusion of control, because Sebastian could always flatten him with a thought, but that just made the yielding even sweeter.
“I need to touch you,” Sebastian said, a bit breathless.
“Eventually.” Wesley leaned in, but didn’t kiss him again. “Maybe. Or maybe I’ll do all the touching, I haven’t decided yet.”
Sebastian swallowed down another groan.
Wesley’s gaze went to Sebastian’s wrist where he held it to the wall, the inches of skin bared by the rolled-up sleeve. The sight made him feel like he’d touched lightning, electric from head to toe. “I don’t think a single possessive thought had ever crossed my mind, before I met you. But every time I see this ink, I remember the lion is mine alone and I damn near lose my mind.”
He ran his thumb over the tattoo, and Sebastian arched like Wesley had touched his cock, so that Wesley had to hold him down to keep him against the window, and both of their breaths were coming just a little faster now.
“A lion just for me.” Wesley’s voice had a rougher edge. “You’d best believe I’m not rushing this.”
Wesley brought their lips together again, the kiss slow but deep. He kept Sebastian’s hands pinned to the window as they kissed, their legs intertwined and their bodies tight together, the cacophony of Grand Central outside mixing with Wesley’s heartbeat as it pounded in his ears.
Eventually Wesley moved to kiss his throat, exposed by the open buttons. Sebastian let his head fall back against the drape-covered window. “This is the best place, Wes,” he whispered hoarsely. “No memories, no past. Nothing in my head but you.”
Wesley’s kiss stuttered, teeth grazing across skin, which drew a sharp inhale from Sebastian.
“I don’t think I can let you talk.” He pulled Sebastian off the wall and began steering him backward, toward the bedroom. “You say these things and I lose all reason, can think of nothing but sweeping the thoughts from your head so you only feel good.”
