Sebastian’s cock slid deeper, the feel of it was too intense, his thick cock pinned Rory’s most intimate area, forced it to flutter until he couldn’t think straight. Words left his mouth, pleas and begs. Sebastian kissed them all away and slipped his tongue inside Rory’s mouth in time with his cock. He was utterly pinned, and helpless, and he loved the feeling.

He loved the sparks of pleasure jolting in his cock, and the taste of Sebastian in his mouth. He felt the building orgasm, the growing pressure in his prostate, and the tickle in his cock.

Rory couldn’t reciprocate, but the taste of him registered on his tongue, and the smell of him soothed each jagged breath through his nose. He couldn’t squirm, Sebastian pressed down on him, stopping him. He’d reached the point of no return, wanted to warn Sebastian, but his mouth was too busy been teased and tasted, and he couldn’t form the words in his spinning mind. His legs trembled wildly, and his knees pressed into Sebastian’s sides.

The physical feeling was enough, but when Rory linked gazes with Sebastian, his heart pulsed back to life. No longer buried in a pit of hopelessness, but rising out of it. Sebastian had reached into the hole in his chest, and was pulling his heart out again, tearing it away from grief and despair, and lifting it from the dark.

He fallen in love with Sebastian Claw, and in that moment, he convinced himself he could see the same love looking back at him.

“Let go, Rory,” Sebastian murmured.

Rory closed his eyes when his body finally let go.

The orgasm was so powerful Rory saw white light behind his eyes. His whole body tingled with an intense rush, then the sensation imploded, collapsing away to one point, one sensitive point in his body that overloaded with ecstasy.

He moaned, long and deep when he came, and Sebastian smothered the noise between their chests, then he eased off and waited for Rory to catch his breath.

“Do you want me to stop?” Sebastian asked.

Rory shook his head. He was still floating on the waves of pleasure, drifting out to sea, and he wanted Sebastian to join him. “No, I want you to finish in me.”

“Thank fuck for that.”

His plump lips crashed down on Rory’s, fighting them open. He didn’t hold back, he quickened his pace, and dominated Rory’s lips. He shuddered and gasped while Sebastian lapped at his mouth, stealing his breath. Rory’s hips found rhythm with Sebastian’s, and the cell filled with the sound of slapping flesh, and pants and gasps. Sebastian kissed him hard, and Rory’s lips felt puffy and oversensitive, but he couldn’t get enough of Sebastian’s mouth on his, sucking, nipping, rubbing.