Page 69 of A Cold Hard Truth

“Fuck?” Remington slowly pushed himself back in until his balls rested against Sebastian’s body. How was he supposed to fuck, to make love, to do anything? How was he supposed to move inside of this man when the tight grip of his ass felt like a homecoming?

Sebastian trembled and nodded, pulling his lower lip between his teeth.

“You just feel…” Remington, for the first time in his life, was at a loss for words.

“I know.”

He managed to find a rhythm, albeit a slow and steady one, that had him pulling out until the head of his cock kissed against the swollen pucker of Sebastian’s ass before sliding all the way back until he was buried into the deepest parts of the man beneath him.

Books had not prepared him for this.

Porn had not prepared him for this.

There was…

Sebastian tipped his head back, putting the entire column of his neck on display. Remington bent over, the change in position allowing him to slide even deeper. He pressed his lips against Sebastian’s neck and kissed him, sucking his way softly up to his ear. His hands roved wildly across the landscape of Sebastian’s body, feeling out his bones and his muscles, and his sweat. He ran his fingers through the coarse hair of Sebastian’s forearms and down to his thighs. He kissed and touched and kissed and touched some more, until Sebastian’s arm started to move between them, wrist twisting in time with the torturously slow glide of Remington’s own hips.

“Are you going to come?” he whispered, mouth hot against Sebastian’s ear.

“Honestly?” Sebastian choked, his body seizing. A hot spurt of cum splattered against Remington’s stomach, the muscles of Sebastian’s ass constricting so tightly around him he could feel Sebastian’s heartbeat. “I think I’m gonna die.”

Remington chuckled and dropped his head against the pillow beside Sebastian’s matted blond locks and picked up speed. His orgasm came quick after that, his balls drawing up tight toward his body. His release unfurled through him, cock thickening and pulsing into the tip of the condom. He grunted, a feral sound like nothing he’d ever heard or made before, and then he stilled.

Aftershocks ripped through him, causing him to twist and twitch as his cock softened inside of Sebastian’s still clenching ass. He reached up blindly, pushing Sebastian’s sweaty hair off his forehead, then he raised his face and slanted their mouths together.

Their earlier kisses had been rough and rushed, nearly frantic with their desperation and need, but this one was different. It was lazy and easy, almost like their mouths had already become accustomed to each other. Sebastian’s hands slipped down Remington’s waist to his ass, where he dug in his fingers and hauled Remington deeper into him. The move was tough with his cock growing flaccid, and the cum squishing around in the condom didn’t feel too nice.

“Hold on,” he grunted, pulling away just enough to take off the condom. He tossed it to the floor and rolled onto his back, taking Sebastian so his head landed against Remington’s chest.

“Was that how you remembered it?” he asked, unable to worry if Sebastian were comparing him to his ex.

“She couldn’t even hold a candle to you.” Sebastian stroked his hands down Remington’s chest.

Was Sebastian always this tactile? He’d been hungry for affection before, but he could barely keep his hands off of Remington. Not that he minded.

He didn’t.

“What about you?” Sebastian asked, lightly dragging his fingernail over one of Remington’s hard nipples. “Was it everything you hoped it would be?”

“It was more than I ever imagined,” he answered honestly.

He closed his eyes, letting the sound of Sebastian’s slow and soft breathing lull him into a state of perfect contentment.

“Good.”

He could hear the smile in Sebastian’s voice, and he smiled back.

Chapter Twenty

Sebastian Plays the Part

“Is it supposed to still hurt?” Sebastian rolled over and buried his face into Remington’s hairless chest.

“Does it?” Remington murmured, his voice rougher than normal and scratchy from sleep.

“Maybe not hurt, but I can feel it.” Sebastian pressed his nose against Remington’s skin and breathed in. Remington smelled like salt and paper, like old bookstores and sex. Sebastian’s hips bucked forward on their own, pressing his half-hard cock against Remington’s thigh. “Can I make you breakfast?”

“You cook?”