Another pulse of heat went through Wesley, the same urge he’d had in Manhattan, to have Sebastian pinned and panting under him. But then, he hadn’t pushed, and the self-control had been more than worth it for this moment now, with Sebastian clear that he wanted this, wanted Wesley to take control. “I wanted you under me like this so badly the other day,” he confessed, dropping his head to kiss Sebastian’s shoulder.
Sebastian shifted under him, miles of soft skin and lean muscle that were all Wesley’s to touch. “When?” Sebastian said, voice thick as he tried to look over his shoulder and didn’t quite make it, flattened as he was to the bed.
“In New York.” Wesley skimmed his hand along Sebastian’s body, starting at his thigh to trace the curve of his arse and then up his side. “When you were being so impertinent in bed.”
“All the way back in New York?” Sebastian’s eyes were hazy golden brown, his lips slightly parted and shiny from Wesley’s kisses. “And you waited?”
“Yes, and I would have waited an eternity if needed.” Wesley lowered himself fully, his chest pressed to Sebastian’s back. “I am never in a rush when it comes to you; I want you to crave this the way I crave you.” He put his lips near Sebastian’s ear. “Perhaps I ought to remind you.”
Sebastian groaned, squirming under Wesley, whose cock was hard where it was pinned between their bodies, so that the smallest hint of movement sent sparks radiating through him.
“Oh, is that ayes, Wesley, remind me that you can take all the time you want with me?” He nipped at Sebastian’s bare shoulder with just a hint of teeth. “How fortunate we have the whole night, the whole inn—and very welcome privacy.”
Sebastian’s eyes had gone half-lidded. “Arthur and Rory are taking one of rooms down the hall. You can invite them in if you miss them.”
“And now you’re being very fucking impertinent again,” Wesley said, shifting his hips so that his hard cock pressed tight to the curve of Sebastian’s arse.
“Only for you.” Sebastian sounded a bit breathless.
Because you’re mine, Wesley wanted to say. Instead, he rocked his hips again, torturing them both with pleasure and the promise of more to come. “I might say I’llhold you here all night,” he said, more softly, “but you know I’ll let you up any moment you want?”
“I do know.” Sebastian slid his hand along the mattress, tucking it under Wesley’s hand. “And Idon’twant.”
That went straight to Wesley’s head, and for all his talk of having an entire night, he had to have Sebastian now. Had to trail kisses over Sebastian’s warm skin while his hands explored every inch they could reach. Had to search for every spot where his tongue made Sebastian whine and beg. Had to press his hard cock inside that tight body so the world became nothing but the two of them, together.
When Sebastian seemed to have lost his ability to form words in either language, Wesley rolled them onto their sides, Sebastian in his arms, his chest to Sebastian’s back. And Christ, this was even better than Wesley’s fantasy, a feast for someone who liked to touch as much as Wesley did.
“You’re so perfectly at my mercy like this,” he whispered into Sebastian’s ear, as he pulled him even closer, ran his hand over his hip, then his stomach. “If I were a nice man, maybe I wouldn’t enjoy that so much. But I’m not a nice man, and I could spend hours like this, making you mine.”
Wesley wasn’t exaggerating. It was almost impossible to believe anything could feel this good and he never wanted it to end. Sebastian made another noise in his throat, not an actual word but a good sound, if the way he was pressing back onto Wesley’s cock was any indication.
“If I touch your cock, you’re going to lose it, aren’tyou?” Wesley asked. Sebastian whined, and he kissed his cheek. “I’ll have to take my time with that too, then.”
“Wes.” Sebastian was craning his head back, reaching for Wesley. “Wes, please.”
A jolt of pleasure went through Wesley, and he had to press his head to Sebastian’s shoulder to keep himself in check. “Fuck, the way youbeg.”
Sebastian was trying to get to his lips, a hand threading its way into Wesley’s hair. “Need you.”
And that was it; Wesley couldn’t torment either of them anymore. He wrapped his hand around Sebastian’s cock, stroking him as he rocked into him, holding himself back from the edge just long enough to feel Sebastian come first. And feeling Sebastian stiffen and shudder in his arms, and around his cock, sent Wesley hurtling over the edge of his own release.
He came back to himself sprawled over Sebastian’s back, pressing him tight to the mattress again. “So good, Wes.” Sebastian’s murmur was barely audible, slurred and muffled by the pillow. “Love you.”
Wait. What?
Wesley lifted his head, needing to see Sebastian’s face. But Sebastian’s eyes were closed, his back rising and falling with slow, steady breaths under Wesley’s chest.
Had he just said—?
No. No, surely not, Wesley had obviously misheard. For fuck’s sake, Sebastian was half-asleep and Wesley was squashing the poor man into the bed; of course he wasn’t going to be able to make out whatever Sebastian had actually said.
He rested his head against Sebastian’s back.
In his most fanciful, private moments over the years,Wesley had wanted to believe that maybe his own heart of stone would someday be able to love another person. Obviously it would be an utter miracle, but maybe he could be capable of love.
He’d been burned before, though, hoping he could learn to love someone but never finding it. Sebastian was so different in every way, but that was all the more reason to be cautious, to treat the thought of falling in love like a mirage: a distant hope, but something he didn’t dare look at too closely else it vanish completely.
But the reciprocal of that, the idea that someone else could ever fall in love withWesley—
