Sebastian propped himself half-up on his elbows. “What, um. What exactly did I tell you about my encounters with men?”
Wesley skimmed his hands up Sebastian’s legs, stopping a distracting distance above his knees. “If you’re trying to figure out how much I know so you can avoid telling me you’re a near-virgin with men, it’s too late.”
“There’vebeenmen,” Sebastian protested. “I just haven’t—you know.”
“I do know.” Wesley’s voice was lower, rougher. “And I know they didn’t treat you right, but you’re in my arms now.”
Sebastian swallowed, a pulse of desire and something even wilder running through him.
“I would be lying if I said I’m not dying to fuck you.” Wesley crawled back up Sebastian’s body, skimming his fingers up Sebastian’s thigh, hip, stomach, and ribs as he shifted. “But not tonight. I don’t have anything to ease the way.”
“I don’t care—”
“I do.” Wesley kissed him once, on the mouth. “Oh, I know you’d let me try with spit. You’d grit your teeth against the pain, and lie back and think of England—or Spain, or Puerto Rico or America or maybe the fairy realm, I’ll never be convinced you’re not fae—but that’s not how it’s going to happen.”
“But I want you, Wesley,” Sebastian whispered.
Wesley swallowed audibly. “And there’s a sentence I’m going to remember for the rest of my life.”
He kissed Sebastian again, toppling him off his elbow and back to his back on the bed.
“Another time,” he said firmly, like it was settled and he would brook no more arguments. He lay half on top of Sebastian, pinning him. “Think of it as my way of guaranteeing I get to have you twice.”
And before Sebastian could argue, Wesley shoved his shorts down and his hand closed around his cock.
Sebastian’s eyes rolled back in his head. “De verdad eres el brujo,” he said, the words coming in Spanish which was probably for the best, if he was going to say sappy things like—
“Did you just say I’m the witch again? Because I’m so very good at this?” Wesley’s face was close enough his breath tickled Sebastian’s ear, and he stroked as he talked, wringing a groan from Sebastian’s throat. “How flattering.”
Sebastian’s hands ran down Wesley’s back, over his sides, feeling the firm lines of the body underneath the silky long-sleeved pajamas. He had it half-open and he fumbled to work it off Wesley’s shoulders, but his fingers were clumsy as pleasure thrummed through him.
“You don’t have to sound so smug,” he said, but his voice hitched even as he finally got the shirt off, revealing the warm skin he was craving.
“Oh, but I do,” Wesley said roughly. “And if you could see yourself right now, the way you look in my bed—you’d understand why I’m going to be insufferable for days. Weeks. To be honest, years from now I will still be bragging.”
Sebastian craned his head up to kiss Wesley again. He had once prided himself on kisses that made knees weak, but now, his lips felt as unskilled as his fingers, his breath coming in pants as Wesley once again took control of the kiss.
“What if I kept you here forever?” Wesley whispered, against his lips. “Jerked you off, watched you squirm under me?”
Sebastian wasn’t going to last forever. When was the last time someone had touched him like this? Had anyoneevertouched him quite like this, like they had all the time in the world for him?
Wesley was acting unaffected, but he was rock-hard under the silk pajama pants, his cock pressed tight against Sebastian’s hip. Sebastian ran his hands over Wesley’s bare chest and back, over his ass, whatever he could reach. As Wesley’s tongue invaded his mouth again, Sebastian crammed a hand between their bodies and under the waistband of the pajama pants.
Wesley made a gratifying sound when Sebastian wrapped a hand around his cock. “You sure you remember what to do with that?” he said, his snark a little breathless.
Sebastian tightened his grip, stroked him hard with a twist, and Wesley groaned.
They fell into a rhythm, and it was exactly like Sebastian had done it before, except it was nothing like anything Sebastian had ever done. Wesley stayed on top of him, kept kissing him even as their motions grew jerkier, more desperate. He muttered soft words against Sebastian’s mouth between kisses,you’re gorgeous, you feel like heaven, I want to suck your cock but I can’t stop kissing you, I’m going to make you come apart,hazy and electric and overwhelming.
When Sebastian finally came, it lit his entire body. His hand stuttered on Wesley, his movements faltering as pleasure swept him. Wesley kissed him through it, skilled lips on his clumsy mouth, strong hand not stopping or slowing until Sebastian was boneless in his arms.
As Sebastian’s body thrummed with aftershocks, he took deep breaths, and looked up into Wesley’s handsome face.
When your magic likes someone, the rest of you falls like dominoes.
Isabel’s words came back to him, a phrase his brother Mateo often said. It was superstition, not prophecy.
But everything in him liked Wesley.
