Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 5

cock was buried deep inside. He needed Sebastian to lose himself, to come and come and forget all the pain he'd endured.
    When four fingers were tightly ensconced in the clutch of Sebastian's body, and Sebastian responded by widening his legs impossibly farther, by fucking back on those fingers, Drake knew it was time. He carefully removed his fingers and eased the head of his cock inside. Sebastian gasped and bucked, but that wasn't the hard part, not when he'd just been stretched. Drake eased himself in, bit by bit, allowing Sebastian's body to spasm around the intrusion and ultimately submit with a strong, warm grip.
    Drake stroked Sebastian's cock with each small thrust of his hips. "Do you like it?"
    "Gods…" Sebastian's face was a mask of torment, alluring and heart wrenching.
    "Yes," Drake ground out, gritting his teeth against the rippling pleasure. "Good."
    "It hurts. Don't stop." Sebastian thrashed on the ground, staked by Drake's cock.
    "More," Drake demanded, never ceasing his stroking.
    Sebastian moaned, low and long. "Just don't stop. Don't ever stop. Fuck me, Drake. Harder."
    Drake was unable to resist. He pulled back an inch and then rammed inside. They grunted together in a symphony of masculine lust, Sebastian's willing submission a sweet counterpoint to Drake's helpless dominance.
    The swell of pleasure boiled over inside Drake. He sped his hand on Sebastian's cock. Sebastian's hands grappled the ground, reached for Drake. Sebastian let out a soft cry as cum spilled over Drake's hand. The ripples grew into waves around Drake's cock, dragging him under to completion.
    He was brought back to awareness by small whimpers from the man below him.
    "Shh," he soothed. "It's okay, sweet one. You're safe."
    He waited until Sebastian quieted before reaching down to the well-used opening and slowly pulled his cock free. He massaged the area, while leaving soothing kisses along the line of Sebastian's shoulder.
    When Sebastian settled, Drake fell to the side, pulling Sebastian to him. Soon they would get up and face their futures. Their lives would not be easy, but they would be each other's solace on the road ahead. The world was barren of magic, and yet the darkly blanketed sky provided cover for their trek tonight.
    He landed a final regretful kiss on Sebastian's shoulder. "Let's go wash up. We've got a lot of walking to do."
    CHAPTER 5
    Drake watched Sebastian stumble and right himself. It hurt not to help, but Drake knew Sebastian would not appreciate an acknowledgment of his weakness. Already they had argued about the supply packs, and Drake now carried all of them. But of course – he was uninjured.
    He had loaded Sebastian with water and a protein injection, but eight rotations across a barren desert was no small feat for the healthy. The man really needed rest, but Drake assumed he would prefer to see his father as soon as possible.
    He hadn't even told Sebastian about that yet. He told himself he didn't want to get Sebastian's hopes up in case something happened in the interim. He didn't want to risk exciting Sebastian when his health was so fragile, and they had so long to travel. But a tiny voice taunted him that once Sebastian had his father back, he would begin to make plans that didn't involve Drake.
    Was Drake really so selfish that he would keep Sebastian with him, beholden by a sense of obligation? That remained to be seen.
    The clay hills stretched before them like old skin, sunburned and cracked. Dust eddies swirled as they passed like miniature, harmless tornadoes. The temperature dipped once the sun sank below the horizon.
    "How much longer? Just wondering," Sebastian panted.
    A surge of frustration ran through Drake's body at the sight of his physical distress. He felt fury toward the men who hurt Sebastian, even for himself who had dragged him out here. Sebastian wasn't trained for this shit, and even a well-trained soldier with those types of injuries would struggle at this trek.
    He would throw the man over his shoulder if he thought Sebastian would allow it. He was tempted to do it anyway.
    "We can take a rest," Drake said.
    "No." Sebastian set his mouth in a determined slash, but his nostrils flared with the effort. "I'm fine."
    Drake didn't believe that for a second, but he allowed the lie to walk beside them, as Sebastian slowed and the cold grew stronger. Sebastian gained a limp for his troubles, and Drake couldn't take it anymore.
    "You won't allow me to help you?" he asked,