Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 5

carnal knowledge. It should have been a challenge, that look, but Drake drifted peacefully on the last waves of orgasm. There was nothing Sebastian could do to him that he wouldn't welcome. There was nothing Sebastian could take from him that he wouldn't give willingly.
    Dusk darkened the sky, but they still had time left, and besides, he owed Sebastian something. As soon as the weight of pleasure lifted enough for him to move, Drake tumbled Sebastian onto his back in the grass. Heavy-lidded eyes watched him.
    "You're pleased with yourself." Drake said. His voice came out hoarse.
    "Hell," Sebastian mimicked the rough way Drake had spoken earlier, clenched as he was in need's grasp. Impudent man. Adorable, fuckable man with a mouth that defied belief.
    He had overwhelmed Drake with only his touch, but Drake wasn't without weapons. The long, graceful cock that pointed to the sky worked for him, and Drake planned to use it to full advantage.
    He surveyed the rest of the body with remorse. Sebastian had been hurt, and Drake hadn't been there to stop it, not in time anyway. There were things he wanted to do to that body, all of it strenuous, some of it painful, but that would have to wait. Now he owed Sebastian only pleasure.
    "What do you want?" Drake asked putting his hand on Sebastian's cock. Not firm enough to provide pleasure but sure enough to claim possession.
    "Whatever you want."
    Drake removed his hand. Wrong answer.
    Vulnerability flickered in Sebastian's lust-drenched eyes. "I want you to fuck me."
    Satisfaction worked its way through Drake, and he allowed it to show on his face. "I didn't already do that?"
    A dull flush pinkened Sebastian's bronze cheeks. "You know what I mean. There."
    Drake delighted in the sudden shyness from the man who seemed so comfortable with his sexuality, when Drake hadn't had any at all in years. Whatever well it had been pulled from, Drake wanted to wrap that sweet innocence around them both, shielding them forever from the harsh realities of a world at war.
    "You'll have to tell me what you mean," Drake cajoled. "I couldn't guess."
    The light flush bloomed to a crimson red across Sebastian's cheeks and chest. "My ass." His teeth were clenched. "I want you to fuck my ass."
    Drake rewarded him with caress down his cock, soothed him with a palm across his thigh. He tightened the grip on his cock to a fist. He slid his hand under the thigh, pushing it aside. Despite the fact that he'd just come, and come hard, his cock raged at full mast.
    He spread Sebastian's legs wide, baring him open. His cock sloped upward, his balls hung heavy, and the dark shadowed prize waited beneath them. Drake probed the closed pucker, feeling it tense and release.
    Drake paused as uncertainty battered his lust. He'd never done this before. It had been years since he'd had sex with his wife. Since then he'd experienced only the occasional touch or taste with a soldier while they made camp. He wasn't ashamed of what they were about to do, but he didn't want to hurt Sebastian.
    Sebastian seemed to understand. He sat up and took Drake into his mouth again, laving it with with slickness. When it was thoroughly wet and Drake could take no more teasing, he pushed Sebastian pack into position and placed his cock at the entrance.
    "Let me in," he said.
    Sebastian threw his head back, and Drake knew he tried to relax but failed. Drake dipped his head and licked the glistening tip of Sebastian's cock.
    The bud under Drake's finger only tightened further, but he pressed on, suckling at the tip until the waves of pleasure swept Sebastian away. On a gasp, Drake pushed the tip of his finger inside. Immediately Sebastian clenched around him, small and hot, but he refused to retreat. He ran the flat of his tongue under Sebastian's cock and slid his finger deeper.
    Drake worked the length of one finger into the unbearable tightness of Sebastian's channel. Sebastian wanted it, he knew, but his body was unaccountably nervous, skittish, and so Drake went slowly, carefully. His finger coaxed and cajoled the trust necessary to accomplish their end goal. His mouth distracted and teased, methodically dismantling whatever fears Sebastian might hold in his mind.
    When the first finger could move with ease, the second tucked inside with it. Without grease this would be an arduous task but Drake was never one to back down from a challenge, not when the reward would be so sweet. He wanted to see Sebastian's face in rapture while his