Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 5

into Sebastian's skin.
    "I'm not," Sebastian gasped, only then realizing he was breathless. He brought Drake's hand to his cock. Feel me.
    Drake groaned and tightened his fingers. Sebastian bucked gratefully, fucking the circle of his fingers until Drake pulled away. Sebastian moaned.
    "So impatient," Drake chided.
    Sparks ran through his body, electrifying him to the point of madness. Hell yes, he was impatient. But he wouldn't beg, not so soon.
    Instead he gave it back, starting with a lick to his brown, pebbled nipple. He caressed Drake's taut stomach, relishing the ripple beneath his fingers. Lower, lower, to the velvety hardness that belied Drake's cool countenance. It jutted from his body, thick and ruddy and eager.
    Sebastian allowed himself to slide down the tree, accepted the abrasion of the bark to his tender backside. Let the world batter him to bits. He couldn't stop them, couldn't control Drake. He could only love this man, with his body, his heart. For a bit of rubbish caught under Ke'lan's heel, that was more than enough. It was everything.
    He grasped Drake's cock and pulled it, stroked it, owned it, if only for this moment. He looked up through his lashes. Drake's cold calm was gone, taken over by feral lust. His lips twisted into a grimace of postponed pleasure. He looked like a man at the end of his rope, and Sebastian was just getting started.
    Sebastian darted his tongue out, a quick exploration, and came back with a smooth, salty musk on his tongue. His mouth watered, and he reached again, this time circling the broad head, laving the folded underside. Drake granted sounds only sparingly – gasp, a rumble cut short – like a king bestowing favors.
    Sebastian pushed deeper, impaling the warmth of his mouth onto Drake's buoyant cock. The tip scraped the back of his throat while his tongue played at the shaft. He forced a breath out, and back in, before forcing it into his throat in small, short punches.
    The coarse hairs below his abdomen tickled Sebastian's nose. Drake let out a hoarse, wordless groan of an animal suffering. Sebastian would have smiled if his mouth hadn't been stuffed full.
    With a wet sound, he pulled almost all the way back and savored the picture of a beautiful man brought low. Drake's arms rested heavily on the tree behind Sebastian's back, his thighs shuddered with the effort not to thrust.
    Sebastian licked his lips. "Did you want more?" he asked innocently.
    "Hell," Drake answered, though the sound resembled rocks grinding.
    Sebastian looked up, pretending to think. "Which did you like?" He swiped at the tip of Drake's cock. "This?" He swallowed it whole, then retreated. "Or that?"
    Drake grasped Sebastian's hair, guiding him to the cock. "Don't tease."
    Sebastian sucked complacently, pouting.
    In reprimand, Drake slid his hand to the back of Sebastian's neck, holding him steady for a slow, deep thrust.
    Sebastian wanted to prolong it, but the sweet pleasure of Drake's dominance sang through him. A moan erupted from him, sending vibrations that ran along Drake's cock and out of his mouth, as if they were one being.
    Drake thrust inside Sebastian's mouth to the steady beat of bliss, bringing them both higher. Sebastian ached with the effort not to touch himself, and failed twice, earning himself a yank to his hair. But still, Drake did not come.
    He had the control of a martyr, but Sebastian was determined. He lightly touched his teeth to the vein on Drake's cock. A guttural gasp warned him that he'd gone too far, caused pain or too much pleasure. How was he to know which other than to do it again? The second time, Drake bucked – hard – and Sebastian had to yank his mouth open to avoid biting down. Yes, Drake liked that.
    He allowed his teeth to scrape at the delicate skin, snagging it like a calloused finger to fine silk. Drake's body thrust without rhythm, held on the brink of release at the edge in a state of pleasurable agony.
    Drake tried to pull away, and Sebastian knew he was coming. He held on, with his lips set against his cock, his hands clinging to hips. Caught in his snare, Drake roared out his frustration, his release, his ecstasy to the open country sky.
    Warmth spurted onto his tongue, and he closed his eyes and drank it down, tucking away the elation that filled him so that it could warm him on some cold, future day.
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    Drake would never get enough of him. Sebastian lounged, his body bruised but still beautiful. His eyes were dark and smug with