Their breaths mingled, and Rory’s left him in heaves, but Sebastian’s were calm and soft. Rory felt at home between Sebastian’s lips, but he wanted more, he wanted them to move, to bully his apart, for his tongue to slide in and tease him.

Sebastian’s hands shot up, gripping Rory’s jaw. He kissed with a desperation Rory easily matched. He knew Sebastian had brushed his teeth not long ago, but he didn’t want the minty freshness, he wanted the taste that lay beyond it, the taste of Sebastian. He kissed harder and invaded the mouth against his. The heat and glide of Sebastian’s tongue sent pleasant tingles through his body. The mint faded, and what was left behind was the pure, unfiltered taste of Sebastian. Rory didn’t know someone could taste so good. The taste and sensation made him hungry for more to the point he was whimpering around Sebastian’s tongue.

Rory tightened and relaxed his hands in Sebastian’s hair, grabbing and releasing, confirming to himself he was really there, really kissing him.

Sebastian pushed him down to the bed, and he didn’t protest. He fell on his back, and Sebastian started on his clothes. He tugged at his t-shirt, and Rory lifted himself up so Sebastian could yank it over his head.

He ducked down for a chaste kiss, then got to work removing Rory’s pants, and then his boxers, even his socks. Rory shivered when Sebastian gazed down at him. He leaned forward, pressed his lips to Rory’s then reached under the pillow for the Vaseline tub.

Sebastian encouraged him to bend his knees, and Rory tilted his pelvis, making it easier for Sebastian to prepare him. They hadn’t had sex in weeks, and they’d never had sex in that position, with that much tension in the air.

When Sebastian sunk inside him, Rory’s eyes rolled, and he released a low moan. Sebastian eagerly swallowed the sound with a kiss, just as Rory’s ass swallowed his cock for the second thrust. He pressed his body close, wrapped one arm behind Rory’s neck, and pinned Rory’s hand to the mattress with the other.

Rory turned his head and lifted his chin until he could see their hands. Their joined hands on the bed. Sebastian had slotted his fingers between Rory’s and was holding him down, subtly flexing his hand, squeezing Rory’s, a reassuring squeeze that lessened the hollowness in his chest. Sebastian rocked into him slowly, brushing Rory’s prostate,

He lifted his face away, hovering over Rory’s. The beam from the floodlight shone on his expression—awed and hungry. Rory imagined he wore the same expression, but with his came another emotion. An emotion that should’ve never come to be there, but he couldn’t deny it. There was no powerplay, no games, it was two men with a mutual need.