Sebastian’s arms sprang up like they’d been freed from chains, and wrapped around Lord Fine’s neck. The headboard dug into Sebastian’s back, trapped as he was between it and Lord Fine, but he ignored it to pull him deeper into the kiss. Lord Fine’s lips became more demanding, his hand tightening in Sebastian’s hair as his other hand braced on the headboard.
Then Lord Fine tipped them over, so that Sebastian fell to the bed with Lord Fine’s hand still behind his head. Desire spiked through him at the confident manhandling, and he reached back up, wanting Lord Fine’s body on top of his.
“Lord Fine—”
“You will damn well call me Wesley when you’re kissing me.” Lord Fine—Wesley—shifted over him, his leg sliding higher between Sebastian’s.
“Wesley,” Sebastian breathed, his hands cupping the sharp lines of Wesley’s jaw, and the other man shivered. “Come here.”
Wesley dropped fully onto Sebastian, a little bigger, a little heavier, the perfect weight as he pressed their lips together again. His tongue slipped into Sebastian’s mouth, and Sebastian tilted his head back to get more of his kiss, of the scratch of stubble.
He ran his hands down the silk pajama shirt, then slid them up under the tails, finding the warm skin of his back.
“Take this off,” he said against Wesley’s mouth.
“That would mean I’d have to stop kissing you.” Wesley’s thigh slid yet another inch higher, brushing Sebastian’s cock, and he caught Sebastian’s quiet noise with another kiss. “So no.”
Sebastian’s fingers tightened on his back. “Wesley—”
“But I do like my name in your intoxicating voice.”
His skin was so warm under Sebastian’s hands. He tugged at Wesley’s shirt.“Off.”
“Still kissing you.” Wesley shifted on top of him to kiss his neck, right under his jaw. “Honestly, who do you think I am?” he said, his breath raising more goose bumps on Sebastian’s skin. “Some callow nineteen-year-old afraid of your lips? Some fumbling soldier in a tent, rushing to get off before my commanding officer overhears?”
His lips brushed Sebastian’s jugular vein. “Maybe those are the men you’ve had before. But I was the commanding officer, and now I’m the lord of this manor. I will take all the time I want with you.”
Oh. That was—oh. “Okay,” Sebastian said weakly, as his hands ran along the ridges of Wesley’s spine.
Wesley stretched back up to his mouth and Sebastian surrendered to being kissed, to letting Wesley’s lips soothe old wounds and write over them with pleasure.
They kissed until Sebastian was dizzy, until his lips tingled and his cock ached. Their legs were hopelessly tangled together, and Sebastian thought he might go mad from the pressure of their hard cocks against each other. He arched up, deliberately moved their hips together, and Wesley sucked in a breath. Sebastian’s lips turned up; of course Wesley wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended to be.
There are people who would want your magic in bed,Wesley had said, over whiskey. Sebastian hesitated, and then he pushed up, putting a tiny touch of magic into it, just enough to momentarily stagger the bigger Wesley and let Sebastian flip him.
Wesley’s back hit the mattress and an even sharper breath escaped him. His eyes were wide as Sebastian straddled his hips, which were still covered in the slippery silk of his pajamas.
Sebastian tentatively put his hands on Wesley’s chest. “Was that—”
“Bloody hell.” Wesley licked his lips, which had gone darker pink from the kiss. “More of that, I would beg for it.”
Wesley, begging. Sebastian’s fingers tightened in Wesley’s shirt. “Would begging finally get your clothes off so I can touch you?”
“Christ.” Wesley sat up, so Sebastian was almost in his lap, and their lips were drawn back together like magnets as they worked at each other’s clothes.
Wesley got Sebastian’s outer shirt off first, and Sebastian was so intent on undoing the frog clasps of Wesley’s pajamas that he startled when hands slid up his biceps. “This looks so good on you.”
Sebastian shrugged, the movement a little awkward because of Wesley’s hands, which were still exploring where the T-shirt clung to his upper arms, shoulders, and chest. “It’s just a shirt.”
And Sebastian was suddenly pushed down to his back again.
“I thought I was going to go mad last night, the way you look in this thing. I wanted to take you right on the settee.” Wesley rucked the fabric up, baring Sebastian’s stomach. “Now I can’t decide if I want it on or off.”
Sebastian tried to say something, but Wesley bent and kissed the newly revealed skin, and all that came out was a strangled groan.
“Oh, but I certainly want more of that sound.” Wesley slid the waistband of Sebastian’s trousers down over his hips and down his legs, tossing them somewhere off the bed.
Sebastian was breathing hard, suddenly aware he was mostly naked and Wesley was still mostly clothed. And the easy, confident way Wesley handled him—Sebastian was also suddenly abruptly aware of the contrast in how Wesley seemed to know exactly what he was doing and Sebastian...didn’t.
