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“God, I can feel my cock in your mouth,” he said, pushing with his fingers. “It could split your cheek apart.”

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 that dribble dripped onto his chin.

“Make me come, Rory.”

Rory adjusted his technique, slid his lips up and down, as deep as he could go, and Sebastian started rocking into him. It took a few seconds, but then they found their rhythm and it was perfect.

“That’s it,” Sebastian panted, cupping the back of Rory’s neck. “Keep going. I’m almost there.”

Two more deep thrusts, then Sebastian tipped his head back, moaning as he unloaded. The sound vibrated down his body and along his cock, and Rory answered it with a whimper.

He swallowed everything, then wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and surged up for Sebastian’s lips.

Hands pressed down on his shoulders, keeping him at bay.

“No,” Sebastian panted.

“No what?”

Sebastian looked a little dazed as he said, “No kissing.”

Rory couldn’t hide his hurt, and Sebastian smoothed his thumb against the frown lines on Rory’s brow. “I don’t kiss.”

Sebastian sat down on his bed and beckoned Rory towards him.

“Drop your joggers,” he said.

Rory yanked them down, unashamed by the sticky mess he’d made in his pants. He hadn’t come, but he’d leaked profusely since the first taste of Sebastian.

“You’re going to fuck my hands, do you understand?”

Rory nodded, and Sebastian held one hand in front of the other, making a tunnel for Rory to fuck. Rory lined himself up and pushed inside. His lashes fluttered at the first thrust. Sebastian’s hands were rough and hard, but it only took two thrusts for them to be wet with Rory’s precum.

“Grip my shoulders,” Sebastian said.

Rory reached for them, holding them so hard it must’ve hurt as he began to fuck himself into Sebastian’s fists. They tightened around him, increasing the pleasure until Rory’s eyes rolled back. His body shivered with chills.

“I’m going to come,” he warned.

Sebastian didn’t tell him to stop, so he rocked his hips harder, losing it to the sensation as he cried out and spilled into Sebastian’s hands. His knees weakened, and his punishing gym session came back to bite him when he dropped down.

Sebastian made a sound of surprise and managed to catch Rory beneath the armpits with his come-covered hands, but he couldn’t stop Rory’s kneecaps from banging painfully into the floor.

“Fuck,” Rory exhaled. He panted and pressed his forehead to Sebastian’s firm chest.

“You good?” Sebastian asked.

“I’m good.”

Sebastian let him go, then got up from the bed to wash his hands. Rory used the remaining strength in his arms to pull himself up the bedframe and managed to crash down on his mattress. His joggers were still around his thighs, and his cheek ached from Sebastian’s cock, but he sighed in bliss and closed his eyes.

He slept through dinner that night.

15

Rory couldn’t pull hisgaze off the desk. Hamish craned his neck forward, demanding eye contact, but Rory couldn’t look up.

“You must know something else about Sebastian?”

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