“Duly noted.” Seb nibbled the back of Henri’s neck. Catlike, Henri turned and lifted his chin to encourage the attention.
Flames crackled in the hearth and in Henri’s heart. Slick fingers worked his opening, to be replaced by something larger and latex-covered. He shoved back, biting his lip against the stretching. Damn. Just damn.
Sebastian slid inside him, inch by inch, forward and back, until fully seated. He wrapped one arm around Henri’s waist, idly running his fingers up and down the length of Henri’s shaft. Henri wriggled, getting more comfortable and putting more pressure on the right spot inside of him. He sucked in a breath and huffed it out slowly. He wanted to roll Seb over, climb on top, and fuck them both senseless. Every nerve, every atom of his being shriekedmore, more, more, more, more!
In this Seb called the shots, and his wildly beating heart against Henri’s back said he needed as much as Henri did. And yet, he hesitated.
“If you’re afraid of hurting me, you don’t have to worry. I’m fine,” Henri assured him.
“It’s not that.” Sebastian’s breath gusted against Henri’s bare shoulders, sending a chill up his spine.
“Then what is it?”
“I’ve never known a perfect moment before. I want to pause and savor.”
Henri twisted as far as he could, bringing his lips to Sebastian’s for a brief kiss and imprinting the moment in his mind, as Seb must be doing. He tightened his inner muscles.
Seb groaned and bucked against Henri. “You don’t play fair,” he griped. With slow but sure strokes, he sealed their union. Seb, inside him, wrapped around him, loving him, erased memories of any who’d come before. Sebastian. His Sebastian, stroking him in time with their loving.
Slow, unhurried, Seb kissed a path across Henri’s shoulders, nuzzled his ear, nibbled an earlobe, and bit lightly where neck met shoulder. He picked up the pace, moans deepening as he neared climax.
Henri rode each stroke, breath caught in his throat at the perfect, perfect stretch, the rub of Seb’s cock against his prostate, the firm grip around his length.
“I’m going to come.” Sebastian closed his mouth around Henri’s shoulder, rhythm faltering, and released into Henri’s body. Pulse after pulse, his cries of release harmonized with Henri’s earthy groans.
Though his tempo grew erratic, Seb continued to stroke Henri. Henri added his hand, gripping Sebastian’s fingers and controlling the speed. “Ah, ah, ah!” He bowed forward, clamping down on Seb’s hand as he came.
At last they lay slack against each other, complete.
Tomorrow they’d set the wheels into motion for their future, whatever their future might bring. They’d soar or they’d fall, but they’d do so hand in hand, and the world be damned.
Words weren’t needed. A subtle clasp of Sebastian’s hand meant “I love you.” Henri returning the gesture meant “I love you too.” A kiss to the shoulder meant “I’ll always be here for you,” and a kiss to the knuckles replied, “I know.”
Henri dozed and awoke to find himself covered with a quilt, Seb’s arm serving for a pillow. He’d never been so content. As he drifted off to sleep again, a piano melody formed in his head. He hummed along:
One perfect moment,
Of one perfect day,
Of one perfect life….
“I’m a sap.”
“But you’re my sap.” Seb hugged him tighter.
