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“I know,” I say, then press a quick kiss to his lips. “It’s driving me crazy not to touch you.”
“Me, too,” he says, his eyelashes fluttering. My gaze locks on the partial updo in his hair, and I grin.
“I think this is my favorite look on you,” I say.
“Yeah?” he asks. I nod. “I love your hair down, but I like the man bun, too. This way I get both.” He grins.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Are you enjoying yourself?”
He hums. “I am. Though I’d be enjoying myself more if we were naked right now.” I smirk as he licks his lips. “Maybe we can have a conjugal visit after the parents are in bed?”
I grin. “Sounds good to me.”
I kiss him again and we head our separate ways to unpack. After which, I join him in his room for a not nearly long enough make-out session, growling when I realize I can’t suck my marks onto his neck without them being noticed. I toss him on the bed and he shrieks as I yank his shirt up, exposing his abdomen. “I need to mark you,” I say, like a fucking animal in heat, desperation in my voice, my cock growing harder by the second as the need to claim him consumes me.
“Fuck,” he gasps, as I suck and lick on his belly and torso, and then I kiss him hard, my tongue delving into his mouth. We both moan into the kiss.
“Boys, we’re ready for games!” Dad calls up the stairs, and I snarl, burying my face in Sebastian’s neck as my cock throbs. He chuckles.
“Fuck. Want you.” I breathe him in and will my dick to calm down.
“Want you, too,” he says. I growl and kiss him again. “We should go downstairs before they come up.”
I nod and move off of him, both of us adjusting our erections and waiting another minute before heading down the stairs.
God, how I wish I could hold his hand, or sit with him on my lap, or just fucking flirt with him. I’ve never had to practice self-restraint like I do when I’m with Sebastian and can’t touch him the way I want to.
The games help distract me and I do enjoy them. There’s lots of laughter and banter and it honestly feels really nice to be doing this as a family again. I think the last time we played games together was the summer before I left for college.
It’s close to midnight by the time we finish with games and Dad and Gwen say goodnight and head to bed. The master bedroom is on the ground floor, so we have that working in our favor. Not as much chance of getting caught. And there’s something insanely hot about fucking each other while our parents sleep.
Once we’re upstairs, I scoop him into my arms and carry him to my room, kicking the door shut with my foot and then tossing him on the bed. He bounces and laughs, but it quickly turns to a moan when I hover over him and kiss him deeply.
He runs his fingers through my hair and I reach back and pull the tie out of his man bun, the now loose strands falling around his face. “Easier to grip onto this way,” I tell him, and his eyes heat.
As soon as we’re naked, I’m pounding into him. I’m not in the mood to draw things out tonight. I want him right fucking now. I want to claim him, use him, mark him, devour him.
“Rome,” he moans as I slam into him, his knees over my shoulders so he’s practically bent in half. I growl as I watch my cock sliding in and out of him, his hips supported by a pillow, his tight hole like a vice around my cock.
“Oh, god, you feel amazing, baby,” I rasp. His fingers dig into my back as he bites his lip and his muffled cries fill the room. I cover his mouth with my hand.
“Shh,” I whisper. “Gotta be quiet, little brother. Unless you want our parents to know how much you love my cock. What a slut you are for it.”
He nods and I move my hand and kiss him, feeling him whimper into my mouth as I thrust. “Do you want to come?” I ask him, and he nods. “Then come for me, baby.”
I throw my head back as his ass spasms around my cock, my orgasm slamming into me, my cock pulsing inside him, emptying my seed in his beautiful body and claiming him as mine.
I lean over and lap up his release before pressing my mouth to his and letting it slide off my tongue and onto his. I feel his cock twitch against my belly as I do, and I moan into the kiss as he takes what I give him, swallowing it down greedily.
“Good boy,” I tell him, looking into his eyes. His pupils darken as his dick twitches again. I nuzzle his neck with my nose. “Good boy,” I murmur again, and I get a gasp and another twitch. God, I love when his dick reacts to my words. It’s like a fucking drug. I press kisses along his chest and abdomen and belly, all while whispering, “Good boy.” His cock is leaking like crazy again when I reach it and I press a kiss to the tip, his precum gathering on my lips. I nuzzle his groin with my nose and breathe him in, drinking in that delicious apple and cinnamon scent. “Such a good boy,” I purr, and he sucks in a breath, his stomach sinking in as his chest rises and falls. I feel his fingers digging into my hair as I lick a stripe up his cock and then fondle his sack.
“Fuck,” he gasps as I press kiss after kiss to his cock and it twitches against me. Fuck, that’s hot. I keep tugging on his balls and his breaths get heavier, his stomach sinking in again and his legs spreading.
I take him down my throat and suck as he throws his head back, moaning in pleasure, his neck muscles strained, his toes curling and his thighs trembling. “Can, can I come?” he asks, and I nod. Not a second later he’s spilling down my throat and biting his lip to keep from shouting.
“Good boy,” I say once again. I climb up and lie beside him on the bed, pulling him to me.
