Seb barked a laugh. “It’s just hair. Nothing special.”
“It is special. It’s yours.” Oh shit. When had Henri grown so sappy? At least Seb hadn’t laughed at him. He rubbed his fingers across Seb’s chest. He’d take the roughness over smooth any day.
The more natural look suited Sebastian, making a larger-than-life man more approachable. Henri buried his face in Sebastian’s chest hair and inhaled the scent he’d noticed on the piano bench—subtle, not overpowering, and mingling with Sebastian’s own natural scent to create an enticing, masculine blend.
He swiped at one of Seb’s nipples with his tongue. The puckered skin formed a peak before he treated the other to some attention. Next, he lapped at the skin beneath Seb’s ear and was rewarded by a chuckle. Nipping Seb’s earlobe earned him a groan. His hand on Seb’s chest sent a silent command, and Seb sat on the bed. Henri settled on the floor between his knees.
His scant five o’clock shadow rasped against Sebastian’s inner thighs, the strands of his hair inky black against Seb’s pale skin. A squeaking bedspring when Sebastian shifted broke the silence. For the first time in nearly a month, Seb was completely quiet, no humming, no vocal drills, no groans. Time to make a change.
Henri flattened his tongue and lapped up the underside of Seb’s cock. A gasp sounded above him. If inexperience in kissing meant inexperience in loving, Henri would make this night memorable. They lived very different lives. Sooner or later, reality would crash down and they’d be swept up in their separate worlds. Despite what he’d said at the restaurant, time and distance didn’t make for lasting friendships. He’d have to make each moment together count.
He took one of Seb’s balls, then the other, into his mouth to gently roll them with his tongue before returning his attention to Seb’s shaft. The broad head stretched his lips. He wrapped a hand around the base, stroking the part he couldn’t lick. Seb moaned and flopped back onto the bed.
A hand against his face slowed Henri’s movements, and he stilled, reveling in Sebastian’s panting. Yeah, someone liked this—a lot. When Sebastian relaxed, Henri started again. He slipped a hand down and stroked his own shaft. This might be as much as Sebastian would allow. No sense pushing for more and ending things before they’d properly begun.
Seb had other ideas. He reached down, grabbed Henri beneath the arms, and pulled, scooting back until he lay completely on the bed with Henri resting on top. Seb’s saliva-slick cock rubbed Henri’s. Damn, that felt good. Seb closed his fist around them both and bucked his hips, driving their shafts together.
Oh, yeah. Good. Really good. Sebastian’s warm breath teased Henri’s ear. “I… I want you to fuck me.”
Oh, hell. Henri clamped his muscles down tight, fighting the urge to come. “I don’t have any supplies.” Damn the luck.
“I have them.” Seb slid a drawer open in the bedside table and fished out lube and condoms. “Not that I use them much.”
Not the blushing virgin he seemed like at times, then. Henri slicked his fingers and circled Sebastian’s hole. Seb’s quick flinch spoke volumes. “I’ll go slow,” Henri assured him.
He kissed Seb again, easing a fingertip inside. Slender fingers didn’t help much against being unused to such invasion. Sebastian kept condoms and lube handy, flinched with the lightest attention, and certainly wasn’t well practiced. Yet, he met and matched Henri’s exploration, less shy now than during their first kiss.
Seb spread his legs wide, his breath whooshing out as he relaxed. Henri pushed his fingertip past Seb’s ring, working him loose before adding a second finger. He nibbled Seb’s neck and lightly humped his thigh.
At last Seb thrust back against Henri’s hand, sighing when Henri removed his fingers. A little fumbling got Henri covered, slicked, and ready for action, and he lined himself up with Seb’s hole. Slowly he pushed inside. Tight heat gripped him, pulling him in. Ah, damn. So fucking good. Seb’s cock dragged against Henri’s belly, leaving a trail of dampness from the leaking tip. Henri braced his weight on his arms and took a few cautious thrusts, eyes on Seb’s face.
Seb bit his lower lip, face a mask of concentration. He breathed out deeply and gave a little smile while lifting his knees to frame Henri’s skinny body. Henri bent for a quick kiss before establishing a rhythm. His brain fuzzed out. Faster and faster he worked in and out, Seb’s hands on his hips and lower back guiding the pace. His hair formed a dark curtain, slithering over their skin.
The bed complained. Henri ignored the squeaky cries, focusing on the “Oh, yeah,” breathy little grunts and nonwords of his lover. Sweat beaded on Henri’s brow. He stopped, fighting the urge to let go. Not yet.
He bit at Seb’s nipples, lowering down to give Seb’s cock plenty of belly friction. They moved together slowly, languidly, until Seb’s bucking kicked the heat up a notch. Urgent thrusting gentled when Henri paused to stare down at Sebastian’s face and his kiss-swollen lips. He kissed him again while trailing his fingers down Sebastian’s arm.
Sebastian squirmed and Henri smiled. The man was so easy to read. He angled to hit Seb’s prostate, writhing his abs against Seb’s cock.
The familiar sizzle began in his groin, and he chased ecstasy, picking up the pace. “Ahhh…,” he exclaimed, stilling and pumping burst after burst into the condom. His internal muscles spasmed, and he stilled, pleasure washing over him with hurricane force.
Seb rooted a hand between them, stroking himself in earnest. Henri fought valiantly with a too-sensitized cock, resuming his thrusting to push his lover over the edge. Once, twice, three times.
Sebastian cried out, eyes scrunched tightly closed and mouth wide open. “Ah, ah, ah” turned to a jubilant “ha!”—a grimace to a grin.
Henri slowly withdrew and flopped down beside Sebastian, issuing an invitation with wide-open arms. Seb rolled over into the embrace, both of them laughing at the sheer joy of the moment. They fell asleep, a sticky mess. For once Seb didn’t seem to mind disorder.
If this was a pity fuck, then whose pity?
