Sebastian pulled him back by the stomach, then pointed at the cell. “Look at the mess you made.”

“Technically you made it.”

“It came from your body.”

“Because of you.”

Sebastian laughed, and dropped a kiss to Rory’s shoulder. Rory’s gaze snapped to his lips, and he twisted to kiss him.

Sebastian avoided his seeking mouth. “What did I tell you before…?”

“No kissing, but I really want to kiss you.”

“Kissing isn’t needed for sex.”

Rory frowned. “I know it’s not needed, but I’d really like to kiss you.”

“I kiss your cock all the time, and I kiss these.” He pinched Rory’s nipple, and he jolted.

“I just don’t get why you don’t wanna kiss on the mouth.”

“Too intimate.” Sebastian murmured.

“Your cock’s still up my ass…”

Sebastian slid out. “I don’t kiss, if that’s a problem, we can stop.”

“No,” Rory blurted, spinning around. “I need this.”

Sebastian smiled. “Now that’s better feedback than ‘shit’.”

Rory dropped his gaze. “I mean it. I need…you.”

“Why couldn’t you have got convicted sooner, we could have had years, not mere months.”

“I guess we’ve got to make the most out of this,” Rory whispered, “before it all ends.”

****

Sex and chess were the only times Rory didn’t feel the pressure of his emotions crushing him. He didn’t think about Ollie’s imminent heartbreak, or Captain’s self-destructive path. He didn’t think about letting Hamish down, or Morris’s judging stare, or being a disappointment to his dad. He didn’t even think about Sebastian the murderer, or his future criminal activities.

He thought about Sebastian’s mouth, his hands, his cock that filled the empty void inside him. Even when they played chess, Rory ended up thinking about sex. Sebastian had started to stroke Rory’s claimed pieces across his lips, the same way he rubbed Rory’s cock against his mouth before sucking it inside.

Rory grew hard under the table and their pupils turned darker the longer they played the game. Many matches were abandoned with their mutual need to get back to their cell and settle the game in a different manner. In the game of sex, Sebastian always won.

****

Rory woke to the sound of buzzing. He groaned and tried to get his bearings. He tried to hop down from the top bed, but his legs hit the floor as soon as he swung them over.

“Rory,” Sebastian hissed from above. “Phone’s in my pillow.”

He reached for it, tugged it out, then handed it to Sebastian. He answered the phone with a string of curse words, and the bed creaked as he sat up.