Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 5

between Drake's knees.
    "Stop it," Drake grunted. He tried to pin the man down, but that only brought their bodies closer together in a crude embrace.
    "Gods take you, stop moving," he roared.
    Drake felt a puff of breath across his hand, and Sebastian's eyes widened. The fury faded for a moment, replaced with shock and perhaps wonder. Sebastian rolled his hips pointedly, and Drake knew he had been found out. The hardness jutted against his pants, begging to be released. To feel that rock against bare skin. Fuck .
    Knowledge glinted in Sebastian's eyes, and power. Drake knew the man was aware of his allure, and of the effect he had on Drake.
    Sebastian blinked, slowly, deliberately. Seductively. How did he manage to imbue such a simple gesture as a blink with both sexuality and innocence?
    In contrast to Sebastian's smooth delicacy, Drake's body responded with all the subtlety of a sandstorm. His cock hardened to full erectness, but that wasn't all. All his muscles, everywhere, tautened like a bow. His inner thighs were molded against the angular hips of the body beneath him. His palm was intimately sensitive to the full lips it cupped. Even as he focused on the nerve endings there, he felt the slight curve of those lips. A smirk.
    Drake jolted back up off the floor, leaving the other man on the ground, not in a sprawl of defeat, but in a seductive pose that pulsed through Drake's cock. "You little fuck," he muttered.
    One eyebrow arched. "Is that an offer?" Sebastian's accent plucked at Drake's skin, drawing goose bumps.
    "If you tell me what I want to know, I'll consider it," Drake challenged.
    The man was unmoved. He pulled himself to a sitting position, all languid unconcern. "That would only work if I wanted you to fuck me."
    Drake did not fail to notice the answering bulge in Sebastian's well-worn britches. He flipped the smaller man over, careful not to touch his bruised ribs, and whispered into his ear. "Then maybe I should use it as a form of torture, hmm? How about I ream your ass, and then we'll see if you feel like talking?"
    A whimper sounded below, though Drake would have sworn it was one of excitement, not fear. He wanted to be sure, so he skimmed along the man's abs, felt them rippling at his touch. Then he delved lower, to the soft leather of his breaches and found large, hard proof that Sebastian was as turned on as he was.
    Drake squeezed gently. "Or maybe, if you don't feel like talking, I should put your mouth to better use. What do you think of that?" The cock in his hand throbbed in reply.
    A red haze swept over Drake, blocking out the dingy room, his sick purpose here, and even, for a moment, his pain, so that all he felt were the physical sensations of a beautiful man who wanted him back. He nibbled up the side of his neck. It tasted like dirt and sweat, for the man hadn't washed anytime recently, but underneath it was a sweet flavor that made Drake heady with lust. He nibbled at Sebastian's ear, took the lobe between his teeth.
    Sebastian let out a moan that left no question as to his participation.
    "That's right," Drake said, though it didn't sound like him. This voice was low and hoarse, and a little unsteady. "I'd let you lick me all over, over the head, sucking out the cum that's already there. I'd let you get me good and wet, then lick at my balls, and lower to my ass. Would you do that for me, if I asked you to?"
    He didn't expect an answer.
    "Yes, yes ," Sebastian moaned.
    "Fuck," he muttered, rocking his erection into the sweet flesh of Sebastian's ass. Too much muscle, too much bone, and not enough softness there, but Drake could fix that. He wanted to feed the man rich meats and sweet fruits and all the water he could drink. He wanted to wash him thoroughly with a warm washcloth and then order a hot bath for him, just for good measure. It was ridiculous. It was a fantasy, and his cock was just fine with that line of thought.
    "Please," Sebastian whimpered. He reached a hand back, blindly searching for Drake's head.
    Drake plucked his hand from the air and suckled on Sebastian's fingers, then trailed his tongue down between them, as if he could bathe the man with his tongue alone. When Drake swirled his tongue across the lines of Sebastian's palm, the man cried out, as if in pain.
    With frantic fingers, Drake undid the strings tying Sebastian's placket together and felt a heavy weight fall into his palm. Hot and throbbing, it sent sparks of pleasure up Drake's arm and into his mind