“Lord of the Rings. Hunger Games?”
“It’s a good series. Or so I’m told.” Henri’s face heated clear up to his ears.
“Thank you. You shouldn’t have.”
“‘You shouldn’t have, I’m charmed,’ or ‘youreallyshouldn’t have’?”
“You shouldn’t have, I’m charmed. Thank you.” The thank-you kiss was worth every moment of agonizing over book choices.
“I got you something else too.” Henri handed over another package.
Sebastian stripped off the paper on an entire case of chocolate bars.
“I stole one from you back at the house. I paid you back—this is interest.”
Sebastian threw back his head and laughed. A good sound, a genuine sound. “Henri?”
“Yes?”
Sebastian stared at the present in his hands. “Would you take me to bed?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Even before I managed to escape Charles, with you I let myself dream. I didn’t think of my career, or even the consequences. I wanted you. I pretended you wanted me too.”
“I did want you. Do, I mean.” And he’d spend however long Sebastian would let him proving it.
* * *
Sebastian’s nakedskin glowed in the low light of a bedside lamp, dark whorls of hair adding interest to his body. His chest pushed against the sheet, and Henri lowered the fabric for a better view. His cock throbbed.
He climbed up on the bed, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor, palmed Seb’s stomach, ran his fingers through dark curls, and paused to tease the pink nipples peeking through the chest hair. With a light touch he ran a finger down Seb’s long nose and lower. Sebastian puckered his lips to kiss the fingertip as it wandered by. Down and down Henri stroked, over a bobbing Adam’s apple, zigzagging across Seb’s sternum, and lower, to seize the drop of fluid at the tip of Seb’s dick. Henri brought the offering to his mouth and sucked away the moisture. Another drop formed. Henri licked it away and settled on his side to suck in earnest. Sebastian maneuvered him, pulling, pushing until the warmth of his mouth welcomed Henri inside.
Fingers danced across Henri’s buttocks, left unadorned of artwork for the time being. Sebastian cupped the globes of Henri’s ass in his large hands, working him to the beat of a song known only to Seb, vibration from his humming shooting fire to Henri’s groin.
Seb was here. In Henri’s bed. No telling when he’d leave again. Henri opened wide, putting Sebastian’s open throat lessons to good use.
Suddenly, cool air shocked Henri out of his approaching bliss. “Stop! I’m about to come!” Sebastian shouted and pushed Henri off his cock. “What doyouwant?”
The uncertainty in Sebastian’s eyes ripped at Henri’s heart. No telling if Charles had ever given the man a choice.
Henri didn’t hesitate. “I want you in me.”
A quick trip to the bathroom yielded what they needed, and Henri saved time by preparing himself in front of the sink. He’d never been one to require a lot of preparation, as noted in his song “Fuck the Foreplay”—banned in thirteen countries.
He paused a moment in the doorway, enjoying the vision of Seb in his bed. Instinct took over—no thinking needed. Henri slid over Sebastian. Skin against skin. Breath mingling in a kiss. Someone moaned. Sebastian bucked, rubbing his erection against Henri’s. Seb. His beautiful Seb.
His normal brand of condom strained to accommodate Seb’s larger width. Time enough to restock later.
Henri rose up in the bed, positioned Sebastian, and hissed at the burn of the wide head pressing inside of him, stretching him. Teeth pressed tightly together, he blew out a breath. Pleasure. Pain. Mingling. Fullness. Ecstasy when Sebastian brushed against the one perfect spot deep inside.
Movement. Barely registered by a mind overloaded, nerve endings tapped to the limits. He rocked, pressing Seb harder against his prostate, and reached down to cup his cock. No stroking. Not yet. Tonight must last.
Up and down, side to side, he took his lover into his depths. Perfect. He rode out shockwaves and shuddering chills, his breath coming in gasps and pants. Sebastian gripped his sides, helping him keep the tempo. With a surge of his hips Sebastian buried himself deep, only to retreat and return.
Again and again and again. Henri lost the battle to resist temptation and enclosed his cock in one hand, holding tight but not moving. Seb’s motions rocked them both, forcing a groan from Henri.
Flutters began deep in the core of his being. He raced toward the finish, fingers gliding over his flesh, aided by his own precome.
Sebastian’s thrusts grew harder, more insistent. Henri impaled himself on the cock breaching his body, savoring the sweet ache heralding his orgasm. Pleasure slammed into him with hurricane force. He’d have fallen if not for Seb’s hands guiding him. “I’m coming.” His guttural growl barely sounded human.
In response, Sebastian picked up the pace yet again, moving at frantic speeds. “Oh God, oh God,” he chanted.
Henri let go, mind bursting into a thousand glittering pieces. He came to rest in the crook of Sebastian’s arm, vaguely recalling Seb’s roar of completion. In a moment he’d get up, stagger to the bathroom for a washcloth, and wipe away the evidence of their passion. In a minute. Definitely not now.
One perfect moment, secure in his lover’s arms. All he’d ever wanted.
