“Bastard.”
Rory tried to struggle free, but Sebastian didn’t give him up. Rory turned his head back, and felt stubble on his nose, the curve of a jaw dipping into a throat. He took a deep breath of Sebastian’s scent, and his stomach fluttered.
“Did you sniff me?”
“No.”
Sebastian ducked and pressed his nose close to Rory’s neck. “You smell good, too.”
“I didn’t say you smelled good.”
“I better have a shower then, want to join me?”
Rory shivered at the suggestive tone. “No, I’m all right.”
Sebastian rested his lips against Rory’s ear, and whispered in a husky tone, “Wanna play chess?”
Rory shivered in Sebastian’s arms, and his heart picked up the pace. He licked his lips, then shook his head.
“N—not right now.”
“Later then…”
****
Rory woke up already aching hard. He heard the twisting of the tub opening, and closing repeatedly, Sebastian below him, toying with him, and he’d had enough. He slipped his legs over the side of the bed and dropped down.
“Stop, just stop.”
He kneeled in front of the bed, barely able to make Sebastian out in the dark.
“Sorry, did I wake you?”
“You know you wake me, you do it every time, you do it on purpose, and it’s driving me mad.”
“Driving you mad, or making you horny?”
“Mad, and horny, and madly horny.”
Sebastian laughed, “Then what you gonna do about it?”
“I’m gonna ask for your cock.”
“And what if I say no?”
Rory whined. “I’ll probably cry.”
“You like being dramatic, don’t you?”
“And you like to tease me.”
“Like? I love to tease you, Rory.”
Sebastian lifted the sheet off, then swung his legs off the bed and put his feet on the floor, a leg either side of Rory.
He couldn’t see his erection in the dark, but he could feel the heat, could practically smell Sebastian’s arousal.
“Is this what you want?”
Rory bobbed his head. “Yes, you know it is.”
“Then take it.”
Rory grabbed him roughly, and Sebastian gasped, then laughed. “Someone’s eager.”
“Shut up.”
He gripped Sebastian’s length, and guided him deep into his mouth.
He let Sebastian’s cock fill him, until his nose was nestled in the hair at the base.
Sebastian moaned, and clutched Rory’s hair.
“What a hot little mouth…”
Rory drew back, not letting Sebastian go completely, but sealing the head of his cock between his lips. He sucked in leisurely pulses, loving the taste of Sebastian on his tongue.
“Wait.”
Rory pulled off immediately and sat back on his heels. “What’s wrong?”
“Shuffle along a bit.”
Rory mirrored Sebastian, until they were at the top of the bed. A beam from the floodlight lit up the top of the mattress, right where Sebastian’s cock bobbed.
“I wanna see your face,” Sebastian murmured.
Rory nodded and ducked down. The light shone on him, but when he looked up, he couldn’t see Sebastian’s face hidden in the dark. Sebastian brushed his fingers through Rory’s hair, smoothing the wayward strands away from his face.
“God, you’re hot … I wanna dirty that mouth of yours.”
Rory licked his lips, then swooped down for Sebastian’s erection. He moaned and sucked more of the masculine taste of Sebastian into his mouth.
Hands were in his hair, pressing it down, and he looked up into the darkness, and Sebastian moaned. He was completely exposed, had a literal spotlight on him, but he didn’t shrink away, he embraced being Sebastian’s focus.
Rory’s stomach felt all tickly, and his cock throbbed in desperate need of a stroke.
“Yeah, look at me…”
Sebastian grabbed Rory’s face, hand on either cheek, squeezing while Rory worked his cock. It stretched his cheek, and Sebastian pressed against it.
“God, I can feel my cock in your mouth.”
Rory groaned and kept moving his head forward and back, rubbing Sebastian’s cock against his inner cheek while Sebastian rubbed the outside. He was huge, and the tightness stung, but it felt good. He didn’t care that his jaw was bound to ache the next morning, or care that he was dribbling. Sebastian grunted and groaned, and lifted his hips off the bed.
Rory adjusted his technique, slid his lips up and down, as deep as he could go, until the inevitable happened. Sebastian surged forward, a moan vibrated through his body and along his cock. Rory felt it quiver in his mouth, then it started spurting. He swallowed everything, then wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and surged up for Sebastian’s lips. Palms pressed against his chest, keeping him at bay.
“No.” Sebastian panted.
“No what?”
“No kissing.”
Rory couldn’t hide his hurt, and Sebastian pressed on the wrinkles on his forehead. “You’re cute…”
“Why no kissing?”
“I do kiss, just not on the lips.”
He slotted his hands underneath Rory’s armpits, then encouraged him to stand. He wobbled as he got to his feet, then clutched the top bed. Sebastian tore his boxers down, and they dropped to his ankles.
Heat from Sebastian’s mouth ghosted his cock, and Rory whimpered. He glanced down and Sebastian laughed, then licked at the pre-cum pooling out. He groaned at the taste and lapped more from the source.
“Fuck.”
Rory dropped his head to the mattress, and muffled his cursing. He couldn’t look, looking was too much. Sebastian teased with the tip of his tongue, wiggling Rory’s slit.
Rory shuddered wildly, and a soft whine left his lips.
“Please.” he murmured.
It was all too much. His body hot and shivering with chills, pleasure building in his cock and in his head, and the sounds of the metal bed creaking and the wet slurp of Sebastian’s mouth.
Sebastian groaning, enjoying it.
“Jesus… Sebastian.”
Sebastian’s hands found Rory’s ass, and parted his cheeks. Rory moaned at the sensation of being exposed, spread open, and when the length of a finger slipped down his crack, then tapped firmly at his entrance, he couldn’t hold back. He balled his hands in the mattress, and bit into the sheet as he came.
Sebastian pulled back and laughed. “You feeling less mad and horny now?”
Rory grunted, incapable of speech.
“You have a very pretty cock.” Sebastian murmured, kissing Rory’s stomach.
“Yours is huge.”
Sebastian hummed. “Yeah, wait till you feel it pressing against your prostate.”
Rory groaned, and flexed his hips. Sebastian slapped his ass, and he yelped.
“Not tonight.”
“What?”
“Not tonight… I’m gonna make you wait.”
“What? Why?” Rory panted.
“You know why…”
Rory looked down and lifted his eyebrow. Sebastian couldn’t see him, but seemed to understand his silence.
“I love teasing you.” He lay down, sighed, then pulled the sheet over himself. “Night, Rory.”
He climbed onto his bed, still heaving for breath. “Night, Sebastian.”
Chapter Fourteen
Rory couldn’t pull his gaze off the table. Hamish craned his neck forward, demanding Rory’s attention, but he couldn’t look up.
“You must know something about Sebastian?”
Rory knew the sound of his grunts, and groans when he was close to coming. He knew the taste of him, and the smell of him, and that he loved plunging deep into Rory’s mouth, and clutching his hair when he finally unloaded.
“I haven’t heard him on the phone again…”
“Hav
e you seen it?”
Rory’s mind went to Sebastian’s cock, and he shivered. He’s seen it, he’d touched it, he’d sucked it.
“Rory!”
“What?”
“The phone?” Morris snapped. She banged her fist on the table, and he glanced up. Both she and Hamish were leaning forward, trying to get his focus.
“I’ve seen it and it was clean, nothing on it.”
“Damn,” she said turning away.
“What about this gang inside?” Hamish asked.
“It’s getting bigger, but Sebastian said not to worry, it’s all talk, and no action.”
“Worry?” Morris asked. “Why would you worry?”
“I told him I don’t want him to get hurt.”
Hamish bobbed his head. “Good move, act like you care, and he’ll open up to you.”
Another shiver ran down Rory’s spine. Sebastian loved opening him up, sticking his fingers inside. Never deep enough, never the right angle, but the tease of it always finished him off in Sebastian’s hand or mouth. He wanted Sebastian to fuck him, and Sebastian knew it.
Rory shook his head to fling the thoughts away. “What’s happening on the outside?”
“I’m trying to block the purchase of the farm, and Watson’s under surveillance. He’s been seen taking deliveries of barrels.”
“Barrels of what?”
“We’re not ready to move in yet, we’ve got to be able to link it to Sebastian first. His friends have been by my house.”
“Doing what?”
“Loitering, staring in, making sure I know they’re there.”
“It’s intimidation,” Morris muttered. “Plain and simple.”
Hamish gestured to himself and the bags under his eyes. “Well, it’s working. I don’t feel safe in my own home. I can’t sleep, I jump at any noise. The sooner we get something concrete, the quicker we can take them down.”
Morris squeezed his shoulder. “And the quicker we can move on.”
Rory looked away, and rolled his eyes, but Morris noticed.
“It all relies on you doing your job. Get close to Sebastian.”
Sebastian had been inside his mouth, just not his ass. That was the only way they’d get closer, if Sebastian finally stopped his teasing and had him properly.
Rory forced a cough. “I’ll do my best.”
“Make sure you do,” Morris hissed.
****
Sebastian was waiting at the gate, arms folded, smug smile spreading his lips, and towels thrown over his shoulder.
“Thought we could go to the gym.”
“As long as you don’t pin me to the mat again.”
Sebastian winked. “You enjoyed it.”
Rory tried to control his smile, but failed miserably, then followed Sebastian to the gym. Working out with Sebastian was sweet torture. Rory worked himself hard, hoping the burn and overstretch of his muscles would kill his arousal.
Sebastian stood too close, his hands lingered too long, and at any opportunity, his crotch brushed against Rory’s ass. It was maddening, and Rory’s angry glares only got replying chuckles from Sebastian.
“Looking all hot and flustered, Rory.”
He flared his nostrils at Sebastian, then turned away. Other inmates were wrestling on the mat, Rory recognized one Ollie spoke to—huge-build, blond hair up in a man-bun. He looked like an older version of Ollie on steroids.
“Jack, right?”
He spun round, and fixed Rory with a stare. “Who’s asking?”
“Rory, I’m friends with Ollie.”
Jack nodded, then pursed his lips. “What is it you want?”
“Can you teach me that move?”
Rory gestured to the guy sprawled out on the floor. Jack smirked down at him, then nodded.
“Sure … if it’s all right with Sebastian.”
Sebastian quirked his eyebrow then nodded. “It’s fine.”
“Great.” Rory said, tugging his t-shirt off.
“What are you doing?” Sebastian asked.
“You said I was hot, and you’re right.” He turned to Jack. “Come on then, throw me about like a ragdoll.”
Jack nodded. “You asked for it…”
It hurt, but Rory didn’t let on. He moaned when he hit the mat, and Jack tugged his arms and legs about. He went at it again and again, and Jack pinned him to the mat with ease.
“Hold on,” Jack said, getting to his feet. “I’m all sweaty.”
He lifted his t-shirt over his head and threw it aside. Sweaty skin on sweaty skin, Rory panted when he was tossed about. Jack grew enthused by Rory’s easy surrender, and gaze down at him.
“Maybe after this … we could go back to my cell.”
Rory lifted his eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?”
Sebastian strolled across the mat, bent down, and hissed, “I’ll snap your cock like a twig.”
Jack jumped off Rory like he was poison and raised his hands. “I didn’t know you and him were … like that.”
“Get up, Rory, we’re going back to the wing.”
Rory lay starfish on the floor, heaving for breath. “Really?”
Sebastian grabbed his hand and yanked until he got to his feet. “Yeah, really. Game’s over.”
“What game was that?”
Sebastian gripped the back of Rory’s neck, and marched him towards the corridor.
“You teased me, now I’ve teased you.”
“That wasn’t teasing, that was letting another man throw you about and rub his body against yours.”
“And now you’re mad?”
“I’m mad, I’m horny, I’m madly horny.”
Rory laughed. “Now you know how it feels.”
As soon as they were back on the wing, Sebastian ushered him towards the stairs.
“I might go see if Ollie’s back—”
“No, we’re going back to the cell.”
Rory suppressed his smile, and when they were up the first set of stairs, he paused. “I forgot my towel.”
“I don’t give a fuck about your towel. Get up those stairs.”
Rory rushed up the steps with Sebastian hot on his heels.
“Water,” he announced.
“I’ll fill your mouth with something else.” Sebastian muttered, “now in the cell, or I’ll pick you up and throw you in there.”
“So moody, who got your balls in a twist?”
“Don’t give me ideas, Rory…”
Sebastian leaned over the railing and waved his hand at someone.
“I don’t want an audience.” Rory muttered.
“Neither do I. I’m getting Damon to keep watch, make sure we’re not interrupted.”
The second Rory stepped inside the cell, Sebastian was on him, clutching hands and nipping teeth. His grip was rough and possessive, and Rory loved being handled that way. He’d watched those same fingers clutch and stroke the chess pieces, and when they brushed his skin, the sensation was electrifying.
“Now who’s all hot and bothered,” Rory mumbled.
“Shut your mouth, before I fill it.”
Rory pouted. “What if I want you to fill it?”
“You want me to fill your ass more, right?”
“Yes.”
“Well, then.” Sebastian mumbled, yanking Rory’s pants down. Sebastian manhandled him to the cell door and pinned him to the metal. He hissed at the cold, but didn’t move away.
“Stay there.”
Rory nodded, but shuffled his feet back so he could arch his back. Sebastian returned with lube on his fingers and didn’t mess around. He pushed them inside, curled his fingers, and tugged at Rory’s opening, loosening him up.
“I would’ve been gentle, but you’ve worked me up too much.”
“I don’t want gentle. I want you to take me.”
“Take you,” Sebastian murmured. “I’m gonna take you, all right.”
Rory felt the head of Sebastian’s cock at his entrance and held his breath. The angle was tight, and Ror
y did his best to arch his back, and lift his lips. The pressure was pushing inside him, deep and all consuming, the burn wasn’t as painful as he expected. It made him whimper for movement, for more stimulus and he found himself rocking back, impaling himself, as much as he could with his limited ability to move.
Sebastian had teased him for months, and finally he was filling Rory up the way he was desperate to be filled. Sebastian was big, and Rory felt every millimeter of his cock burrowing inside him. The first brush of his prostate had him flinging his head back, and his cock slapping on the metal door.
“Shit…”
“Not the best feedback I’ve got.”
Rory laughed, then gasped when Sebastian pulled out, and thrust back inside.
“If it hurts, tell me to stop and I will.”
“Yeah?”
Sebastian gave Rory’s neck a sloppy kiss. “I promise.”
Rory arched his back more, and his stomach muscles cramped from over stretch.
“Fuck me, Sebastian.”
The air was bulldozed from his lungs by a forceful thrust, followed by another and another. He scratched his nails on the metal door, trying to anchor himself. Rory heard the more alluring sound—hidden beneath his own cries and gasps there were grumbles, breathless and deep, a possessive purr near his face. The word mine repeated over and over until it no longer sounded like a word, but a noise, a noise that made Rory feel floaty, and a breathless laugh escape him.
Sebastian picked up the pace, and the pleasure in Rory’s body felt like a bubble being blown bigger, almost to breaking point.
“I’m gonna come.”
“Down the cell door?”
Rory nodded. “Down the cell door.”
“Mark it as ours.”
Rory groaned. “Yeah.”
“You close?”
“So close.”
“Let’s come together … let go with me, Rory.”
The bubble burst, and sparks exploded behind Rory’s eyelids. His prostate and his cock came into sync, and he orgasmed while gasping for air. He rested his forehead against the door and watched his stream of cum rushing down. Sebastian marked his insides, and he marked the cell door.
Sebastian pulled him back by the stomach, then pointed at the cell. “Look at the mess you made.”
“Technically you made it.”
“It came from your body.”
“Because of you.”
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