Wesley pushed him through an open door and into the darkened bedroom, the lamps off but the curtains partially open and letting in the lights of Midtown. The back of Sebastian’s legs hit the mattress and he went down on the bed. Wesley was already climbing over him, sliding his leg between Sebastian’s as he bent his head to bring their faces together.
“And I am going to make you feel so good,” Wesley said, close enough Sebastian would have felt his breath on his lips. “But first, I’ve got a reprimand to get through.”
Sweet, half-lidded eyes met his, Sebastian tilting his head against the mattress like he was reaching for Wesley’s kiss. “Why?” he said, in a deliciously needy whine. “For what?”
Wesley let his thigh press down on the hard length of Sebastian’s cock, drawing a lovely groan. “What was it you said? I don’t have magic, so you’relettingme stand?”
Sebastian winced. “Well—”
“I need to let you handle things?”
“I mean—”
“Go right ahead and take over,” Wesley said. “Consider this my full consent for you to use your magic in any wicked way you can dream up.” He moved his thigh again and heard the noise that caught in Sebastian’s throat. “Unless, of course, you’d rather I keep going?” Wesley added lightly. “Find out what happens when I get your clothes off and my mouth and hands on you?”
Sebastian swore softly, his fingers twisting in Wesley’s shirt, and that was an answer on its own, one that made Wesley’s blood heat.
“I think I just called your bluff for what it is,” he whispered. “It doesn’t matter that you can use magic—you won’t. Right now, you’re as much mine as your lion is.”
That got a full-body shiver from Sebastian under him. “Shameless,” he said, his voice breaking on the word.
“Competent,” Wesley corrected, his lips curling in a darkly teasing smile. “Or call itin control, if you like.”
He lowered his weight on top of Sebastian, who responded by wrapping his arms around Wesley, as if their bodies could get any closer.
He brought his lips close to Sebastian’s ear. “Where’s your magic now, darling? I said you could topple me, why haven’t you?”
Sebastian groaned. “Wes.”
“I think you like being caught here under me.” Wesley kissed the soft skin under his ear, making Sebastian’s eyelashes flutter. “I think you like being mine and that doesn’t have a damn thing to do with one of us having magic.”
Sebastian’s hands tightened on the back of his shirt.
Wesley shifted so their bodies rocked together, enjoying the shudder that ran through Sebastian. “Get comfortable,” he said, like a half-whispered threat. “I could lecture you all night, but there are better ways to make my points, and I’m not going to rush this either.”
Their clothes came off, and Wesley finally let his starved hands and body indulge in all the touch he constantly craved, drinking in the overwhelming pleasure of skin against skin. Sebastian could obviously have turned the tables anytime he liked, but he seemed to have chosen surrender, sweet enough to drive Wesley mad. He took his time, with slow kisses and slower touches that chased away tension until Sebastian was pliant and mostly incoherent beneath him, because he’d meant what he said—he wanted to sweep Sebastian’s thoughts away, get them both to that state where nothing mattered but each other.
Finally, new tension began to tighten Sebastian’s muscles, the kind of physical need that was purely body. Wesley fumbled around for the vial he’d left on the nightstand before he’d gone down for dinner.
Sebastian looked up at him with hazy eyes. “How do you have that so convenient? You already had it out of your trunk?”
“I might be insulted by how shocked you are.” Wesley pressed two fingers inside him, drawing a hoarse, needy whine. “You don’t have to think of everything. You don’t have to handle everything. You can rely on me, and maybe if I tell you again while I’m inside you, you’ll actually listen.”
Sebastian groaned, and kissed him.
Wesley worked him open, his own need growing as he shamelessly watched Sebastian, the way his body responded to Wesley’s hands and mouth, the way he was no longer forming real sentences. Fuck the cigarettes; they had nothing on the taste of Sebastian’s lips and skin, weren’t half as addicting as the sounds Wesley drew from him. Finally, Wesley slid into him, and then stilled again.
“Do you know how much I enjoy knowing that you could, at any moment, use your magic to take over?” He heard himself, half-drunk on pleasure too, as Sebastian tugged at his shoulders. “To fuck me senseless, or ride me to that release you’re so desperate for?”
He kissed Sebastian again, his own lips throbbing from so many kisses. “But you won’t. You’re going to let me do whatever I want with you, let me take as long as I want with you, because you want to come, but you want to be good for me more.”
Sebastian’s entire body shivered, his fingers flexing tighter into Wesley’s muscles.
“Maybe I’ll do this to you again and again,” Wesley whispered. “Torture you with pleasure every night until you learn you’re not alone anymore.”
“Wes,” Sebastian said, his voice breaking.
Wesley let himself rock his hips, and pleasure jolted up his spine. Fuck, he was not going to last much longer. “But resist the lesson if you want, darling, because I’m a beast and I love this. The way you look, under me in this bed—I could spend weeks like this. So by all means give me more excuses to make you beg, squirming to come on my cock.”
