Chapter 134: Sex (Win-Win)

Chapter 134: Chapter 134: Sex (Win-Win)

He climbed astride Nero’s lap.

They’d done this before, but it was still new, with Nero’s hands shaking slightly as they found Sebastian’s hips. He reached behind himself, found the thick length, guided it upward, and sank down one slow breath at a time.

The first inch split him.

The second made his jaw drop.

By the third he had stopped breathing entirely.

Nero filled him. Every inch of the shaft pressed past ring after ring of him, and Sebastian felt each one give.

"Breathe," Nero said, hoarse.

Sebastian obeyed.

The rest slid home.

His belly had gone tight and round over the length of him, and when Sebastian glanced down he saw the little bulge just under his navel where Nero sat inside him. He touched it with one trembling hand.

Nero’s eyes followed the gesture, and his whole face changed.

"My moon."

"Don’t."

"I can feel you."

"I said—"

Nero’s hips bucked up.

The thought ended there.

Nero’s hips moved before either of them seemed prepared for it.

Sebastian’s hands landed against his chest on instinct, fingers spreading over the wrinkled ivory shirt as the sudden movement drove every coherent thought out of his head.

For several seconds, neither spoke.

Nero looked worse than Sebastian felt.

His white-blond hair was spread across the dark pillows, the knot long since destroyed, while the flush that had begun at his throat had deepened beneath the open collar of his shirt. His hands remained at Sebastian’s hips, but the grip had changed immediately after that involuntary movement.

Sebastian noticed.

Even now.

Even with violet eyes dark enough that the pupils nearly swallowed their color, Nero remembered Roberta’s instructions.

Sebastian leaned forward until their foreheads touched.

"You’re thinking too hard."

"I am trying not to injure you."

"That is generally appreciated."

Nero’s mouth curved faintly, though his breathing remained uneven.

Sebastian kissed him.

The humor disappeared.

Nero answered immediately, one hand sliding up Sebastian’s back while the other remained at his waist, guiding without forcing. The kiss deepened quickly enough that Sebastian felt himself smile against Nero’s mouth.

This was perhaps what amused him most about Nero.

For someone who had begun with almost no practical experience, the man learned at an offensive rate.

He remembered everything.

Sebastian had spent years assuming Nero’s obsessive attention would eventually become exhausting.

He had not anticipated how useful it would become in bed.

Nero broke away just far enough to breathe.

"You’re smiling."

"I’m reconsidering whether letting you practice was strategically wise."

"That sounds like praise."

"It wasn’t intended as praise."

Nero kissed along his jaw.

Sebastian’s fingers tightened in his hair.

The room had darkened considerably since they entered it. Rust-colored evening light lingered along the edges of the curtains, but the rest of the bedroom had fallen into warm shadow, the lamps near the sitting area casting enough illumination to catch the pale movement of Nero’s hair whenever Sebastian touched it.

Their clothes had become progressively less respectable.

Nero’s shirt was untucked and badly wrinkled, Sebastian’s towel had disappeared somewhere near the foot of the bed, and Nero’s trousers had survived only through Sebastian’s decision that removing them completely required more coordination than either man currently possessed.

Nero’s hand moved slowly over Sebastian’s back.

Sebastian let his eyes close.

The new scent Roberta had identified earlier remained faint, but physical closeness seemed to strengthen it. Nero noticed every time. Sebastian could tell from the way his breathing changed whenever he buried his face near Sebastian’s neck.

"You’re doing it again."

Nero inhaled against him.

"I like it."

"That has become obvious."

"It changes when you’re aroused."

Sebastian opened his eyes.

Nero lifted his head.

There was fascination there now beneath everything else.

"How?"

"Warmer."

"That tells me nothing."

Nero considered.

"Sweeter, maybe."

Sebastian touched his own throat, still finding it strange that his body produced something he could barely detect while Nero experienced it as though someone had opened a bottle directly beneath his nose.

"Roberta will probably want samples."

Nero’s expression immediately soured.

Sebastian laughed.

"You cannot look offended every time medicine becomes involved in my pheromones."

"They’re yours."

"That is usually how biological samples work."

Nero pulled him closer.

"And mine to smell first."

Sebastian stared at him.

"That sounded extremely possessive."

Sebastian’s thighs bracketed Nero’s hips, knees pressed into the mattress on either side, and the pale column of his throat caught what little glow remained as he tilted his head back.

Nero watched him from below, lying on his back, hair a ruined white spill across the dark pillowcase, shirt open to the waist and clinging damply to his chest. His hands rested on Sebastian’s hips with the terrible gentleness of a man who had been told not to bruise and was obeying against every instinct.

Nero’s hips bucked.

Sebastian’s vision went white at the edges. His hands flew to Nero’s chest, palms flat over the sweat-damp linen, and for several seconds the only sound in the room was his own ragged breathing and the faint, wet click of Nero shifting his weight beneath him.

Nero looked wrecked. Pupils blown until the violet was only a thin rim, flush climbing from his throat to his cheekbones, mouth parted.

"Move," Nero said.

Sebastian laughed. "I’m getting to it."

He lifted himself an inch. The drag of Nero’s shaft against his inner walls sent a shiver straight up his spine, and when he sank back down, the head of it punched against something deep and hot, and he had to grip Nero’s shoulders to keep from collapsing.

The rhythm came slow at first, an unhurried roll of his hips that let him feel every vein and ridge of the cock inside him. His thighs burned. His entrance stretched around the base in a slick, obscene ring.

"More," Nero rasped.

Sebastian gave it to him.

The pace quickened. Each rise pulled him nearly off, each fall drove Nero back to the hilt, and the sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, punctuated by the soft, punched-out noises Sebastian could not swallow.

Below him, Nero’s balls drew up tight and heavy against his own body, dark and full and tense. His abdomen flexed. His hands tightened until Sebastian could feel the shape of each finger bruising into his hips.

"I’m—" Nero’s voice broke. "Sebastian, I’m going to—"

Sebastian drove down hard.

Nero came with a snarl.

The first pulse was heat—liquid, flooding, so much of it that Sebastian felt it before he understood it.

The second pulse pushed past the seal of his stretched ring and dripped hot down the underside of Nero’s cock. The third and fourth came in thick, heavy gushes that filled him so completely his belly ached with it.

Nero’s knot inflated inside him, broad and hard and impossibly full, locking them together. Sebastian gasped as the stretch went from overwhelming to something beyond language, his inner walls clamped and gripped and spasmed around the knot like his body had no other function left.

And the cum kept coming.

It pressed against the knot, the pressure of it against that deep, swollen place inside him dragged Sebastian over the edge without warning.

His orgasm hit like a fist.

He bent forward, forehead against Nero’s collarbone, and his cock jerked untouched between their bellies, spilling hot stripes across Nero’s shirt and stomach. His whole body clenched around the knot, and it hurt in the best way, every pulse of his own release grinding him down onto that hard swell, milking another gush of cum out of Nero, which in turn pushed against his prostate and wrung another wave out of him.

Again. And again. A series of pressure and release that left him shaking, drooling against Nero’s neck.

Nero’s hands had gone to his back, stroking. His breathing was a wreck.

"You’re doing so good," he whispered, awed.

The knot held. The cum kept leaking around it in slow, warm rivulets, soaking the sheets beneath them.

Sebastian tried to answer.

What came out was a small, damp laugh.