The corner of Wesley’s lips curled up. “Yes, but you begging is still you giving me exactly what I want, isn’t it?”
Sebastian shivered. He was exhausted, but he was craving Wesley, to feel him solid and real and alive against him. “I could beg now.”
“That is a transparent attempt to make me forget how exhausted you are and I’m ashamed to admit it’s working.”
Wesley shifted, rolling Sebastian onto his back as he moved to lie half on top of him. He ran his fingers down Sebastian’s side, skating over his ribs, lighting Sebastian’s nerves in their path.
“What was it you said? That I was looking at the fairytale from the wrong angle—that I was actually an innocent human held captive by a devious fae?” His fingers slipped over Sebastian’s hip, inching their way closer to his belt buckle. “The tables have quite turned, haven’t they? Now you’re the one who’s caught in my world. AndI’llbe keepingyou.”
Sebastian stretched up, needing to kiss him, closing the distance between their lips. His hand found the back of Wesley’s head and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss.
When his head was starting to spin, he tried to push up, wanting to roll Wesley over—and got nowhere. “Wes.”
“I’m sorry, are you trying to move me?” Wesley shifted his kisses to Sebastian’s neck, and he automatically tilted his head so Wesley could reach more of his skin. “I weigh a good bit more than you. Without your little paranormal tricks, you’re the one who’s not moving unless I let you.”
Oh.
Wesley must have felt him flinch, because he pulled back. “Which is very new to you,” he said, more slowly, sharp eyes tracking over Sebastian’s face, “and so I’m not going to make light of it.”
“What? No, it’s fine, why wouldn’t it be fine?” Sebastian said, although his heart was beating a little faster. “I’ve been around you without magic lots of times—you’re the one who keeps pointing that out.”
“But you always knew it was temporary,” Wesley said, “and right now we don’t know anything.”
Sebastian looked away, to the porthole window.
“You know,” Wesley said wryly, “there’s a difference between someone who likes being helpless, and someone who likesplayingat helpless while always keeping the power to knock the other person on their arse.”
Sebastian became aware he was twisting the fabric of Wesley’s shirt in his fingers. But he didn’t stop. The tumult of feelings was hard to parse through. Wesley was warm and solid on top of him, and he wasn’t sure he liked being pinned but he wasn’t sure he didn’t. “Itshouldn’tmatter. I trust you.”
“And remind me, when did I saysince you trust me, you have to let me do whatever I like with you?” Wesley said lightly. “Because I trustyou, yet I seem to recall you insisting on a so-calledimportant conversationabout how your magic would always let me up if I asked.”
“Yes, and you told me it waspatently unnecessaryto talk about it.”
“I did,” Wesley said. “But perhaps this isn’t just new for you. Perhaps you have significantly more reasons than most to dislike the idea of a true loss of control.”
Sebastian bit his lip. He experimentally flexed up against Wesley’s weight. “I don’t dislike it,” he said, before Wesley could move, trying to put his feelings into words. “It might be complicated; that doesn’t mean bad.”
“I’m afraid my ego isn’t going to settle fornot badordon’t dislike. Whatever we’re doing, I want you toneedit.Craveit.” Wesley kissed beneath his ear, and Sebastian felt the rasp of stubble, a nip of teeth. “You sweet, lost faery. You don’t have to adjust to an entire new world in one night. You should know by now I’m never in a rush when it comes to you.”
The last of the tension left Sebastian. He pushed up and Wesley went over, rolling onto his back with Sebastian on top. He crawled forward, fitting himself between Wesley’s legs, eager for more of him. He lowered himself down, their bodies fully aligned, and swallowed Wesley’s groan with a kiss. He was warm and hard and alive under Sebastian, his heartbeat strong in his chest.
When they broke for air, Wesley ran his hands up Sebastian’s spine. “Now see, Iama man who thoroughly enjoys being pinned down and ravaged,” he said slyly. “Maybe we should get you handcuffs.”
Sebastian grinned. “I’ll just borrow yours.”
“I did tell you they come in useful.”
Wesley’s hand reached Sebastian’s head, tangling in his hair and bringing him back into another kiss. Sebastian closed his eyes and let the world fall away, welcoming the place where nothing mattered but the fingers against his scalp and the planes of Wesley’s body under his hands, solid and real.
“I heard what you said to Arthur,” Wesley murmured as they kissed. “That I make everything better. How dare you say something so soft about me, something I’ll never forget.”
“It’s true,” Sebastian whispered. “Look at us now. Look how good things are with you.”
“And now you’re making it worse.” Wesley sounded ragged and raw. “I have been on the verge of feelings all night and I expect you to make that up to me.”
Things blurred after that, a heady blend of desire and pleasure and exhaustion that was almost like being drunk. Most of their clothes were shoved to the foot of the bed, and then Wesley got his hand between their bodies, encircling both of their cocks in his palm.
Sebastian swore in Spanish, burying his face in the juncture of Wesley’s neck and shoulder.
