Page 124 of A Cold Hard Truth

“Oh, my God, you’re going to kill me with that mouth,” Sebastian whimpered.

“I doubt it, but we can try.” Remington took the base of his erection between his thumb and forefinger and pointed his cock toward Sebastian’s mouth.

“It’s like a whole other side of you,” Sebastian mused, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue.

“You bring out the best in me.”

Remington tapped the head of his cock against Sebastian’s lower lip, tracing the contour of his mouth before sliding it inside. Remington’s cock was hot against his tongue, and Sebastian blinked up expectantly as Remington eased himself deeper into Sebastian’s mouth.

“Close,” Remington commanded, and Sebastian did. “Suck.”

He did.

And he did.

Remington clenched his jaw, hips bucking forward and pushing himself deeper toward Sebastian’s throat. Sebastian choked, reaching for Remington’s thighs and bracing himself so he didn’t pull away.

“Good,” Remington praised, tangling his fingers through Sebastian’s hair.

Sebastian hollowed his cheeks and sucked, pulling a throaty growl out of Remington, which only inspired him to suck harder. Being like this was new for him, on his knees, a supplicant with a mouthful of dick, but he didn’t hate it. In fact, the taste of Remington against the back of his tongue made him hard, and his own dick leaked against his underwear while he sucked and bobbed on Remington’s member.

“You like listening,” Remington murmured, and Sebastian nodded, still working himself around Remington’s cock. On the stove, the vegetables popped and Remington flipped the burner off, shoving the pan away and taking Sebastian’s head in both his hands.

Sebastian nodded, making an affirmative noise in the back of his throat.

“That’s it,” Remington kept talking and Sebastian kept listening. “Suck me. Oh, God. Sebastian.”

The way Remington said his name, the way Remington moaned it, pleaded with it, made Sebastian feel more powerful and in control of anything than he ever had in his whole life. Beneath his hands, Remington’s thighs quaked, and in his mouth, Remington’s cock thickened, and Sebastian had never felt like the world was as right as it was then.

“You’re so good at this. You’re a natural, Sebastian.”

Sebastian hoped Remington never stopped saying his name with that level of awe and devotion. It was enough to nearly make Sebastian come in his pants.

“Make me come,” Remington rasped. “Swallow it.”

Sebastian’s eyes rolled back in his head and he doubled his efforts. The kitchen filled with the sloppy sounds of his wet mouth against Remington’s cock, and then Remington groaned, murmuring Sebastian’s name one final time before hot jets of cum splattered against Sebastian’s tongue

He choked a little, but Remington’s hands in his hair held him steady. And when Sebastian expected Remington to pull away, but he didn’t. He held Sebastian’s mouth around his cock, whispering his name, promising him things, praising him.

It was too much and it was undeserved, and Sebastian wanted him to stop, but Remington refused. He assaulted Sebastian with a catalogue of affection that Sebastian knew he would spend the rest of his life trying to earn.

And that was okay.

Like a flash in his brain, everything came together. It all made sense.

He didn’t need to be perfect for Remington. Not then, and not ever. Sebastian’s flaws made him who he was. His shortcomings made him the man Remington loved, and if it weren’t for those things, those errors, those mistakes…

This moment might not exist.

Sebastian squeezed his eyes closed, burying his nose against the base of Remington’s cock. He inhaled the smell of him, of salt and sweat and soap, and slid down so his ass rested on his heels. Sebastian kept his hands wrapped around Remington’s legs, holding him and hating the way his breath trembled for the revelations he’d just had.

“Sebastian,” Remington finally said, coaxing him to his feet.

“I love you.” Sebastian crashed their mouths together, taking control of his choices and kissing Remington with every ounce of thankfulness and passion that existed inside of him. “I love you. Thank you.”

“For what?” Remington smiled against his mouth and arranged their bodies so he could turn his attention back to the vegetables on the stove.

“For understanding that I’m a mess.”