Page 23 of A Suitable Brat
Westin caught a glimpse of that bitter smile and resigned himself to fucking sense into Sun in this booth with the customers of Solace House outside and scandalized because Sun could not be quiet.
He wrapped his arms around Sun and moved Sun with strength and speed and knowledge of how quick Sun could move in return.He rolled them both over, then was off the bench and looking down at a startled, glaring Sun.
“Brat,” Westin called, tender, “you make me do things I would never ordinarily consider.”
“Things you regret?”Sun panted, lying on his back as Westin had left him, his pants inching down, his cock stiff and obvious beneath the cloth.
Westin put a hand to the top of the seat and bent down to kiss him, shocked and pleased anew when Sun instantly stretched to meet him, lips supple and clinging.“No,” Westin whispered to him, petting his handsome face and giving him another kiss.“Although I’ll owe Hely so much.”He stroked Sun’s frown before it could fully form and then straightened up.“Roll over, brat, and my cock is yours.”
Sun had no reason to look so surprised.He’d been loud enough with Westin to upset an innkeeper used to all kinds of noise.He knew what he could get Westin to do.
But his surprise was momentary.Then he was smug.“Itismine,” he agreed, before turning to put his face to the cushioned seat.“I’ll show your Hely that.”He had one knee on the bench and one foot on the floor and splayed his fingers as if he was trying to grip the cushion.Westin reached for his belt, then tugged Sun’s pants down to his knees without removing them.
The startled noise Sun made when Westin went into a cabinet for supplies was gratifying, as were the snippy remarks that followed it.
“Oh, I see you know where everything is.Is that what Hely likes?Or maybe you enjoy variety.How would I know?It’s not as if you told me what you do here.”
With someone else, Westin could have assumed they were asking for a spanking, something he’d never considered because as far as he knew, Sun did not particularly enjoy pain and had never demanded such things from him.But perhaps it wasn’t about pain with Sun, but what he could get Westin to do.Or perhaps it was about Sun knowing he was misbehaving and trusting Westin to do what he felt was right.Some people are good, Sun had said, no matter how much he pushed them.
The thought made Westin pause with oil all over his palms as he warmed it.
“Mostly, when I’m here, I drink tea and enjoy a nice bath and a talk with a close friend.”Westin paused again for the grumbled “Mostly” that followed that.“You look lovely this way,” Westin observed quietly, “but I do feel as if you are asking for correction.Or perhaps testing to see if I will offer it.I’ve never done that before,” he added, heated to consider it.It wasn’t the idea of hurting Sun; it was the thought that Sun might want to know where the line was, that he might want Westin to provide the line.
“Correction?”Sun echoed without any confusion, his face still down, ass still up and on offer.“What is it I’ve done?You’rethe one with the secret Solace House lover.”
“Correction suited to a brat.”Westin stood behind him, enjoying the view, then stopped at a memory.“Am I really the only one allowed to call you that?”
Goosebumps appeared over Sun’s back, followed by a shiver.
“So?”The word was defiance and challenge, but Sun had tremors in his voice too.
Westin slid a touch over the curves of Sun’s backside, then spread them to get Sun shiny with oil.Sun wasn’t fully relaxed but he wasn’t tense, either.Westin also wasn’t as slow as he could have been.Sun shuddered and bent his head and said not a word about it.If anything, he pushed into it.
Westin chose his words carefully.“Did you do this to yourself in the bath, brat?”
“Thinking of you,” Sun admitted after a moment, either needing to focus to speak or annoyed at being asked.“I wanted to be ready.”
“And you wanted to please me.”Westin hoped his disbelief wasn’t too obvious.“So you chose a scent you thought would entice me and worked yourself open, and thought of me, or of this—of getting me to do this exactly where we are so that Hely and everyone else would know I’m yours.”
“Wes…”
“Jealous enough to make a scene in the middle of an inn—again,” Westin added, his voice rough though he was far from angry.He did wonder what had occurred in the last inn they’d stayed in that had made the brat decide the entire countryside needed to hear Westin fucking him, but that was a question for another time.
“I wanted to be ready,” Sun explained again, trembling too much to be convincingly snotty.
“Because it’s been months, and my cock is yours, so why wouldn’t you prepare yourself to take it?”Westin soothed away objections before they could happen, if Sun could even have managed any once Westin began to ready him properly.Westin was patient and thorough and perhaps just mean enough about it to have shocked Hely.He took his time because he enjoyed the task and because Sun had been squirming and fretting in a bath meant to melt such worries away and he needed to learn he didn’t have to do that.
Thiswas correction.
“I’m ready,” Sun said after long moments of Westin spreading oil but not pushing in.
“You’re not,” Westin argued, but decided to finally indulge him.
Sun tensed for the first press inside, then gave way all at once as he always did, body heavy and hot around Westin’s fingers.No fear or worry, only ever hunger that would swallow all that Westin had.Westin pressed in to the knuckle and stopped there, holding still until Sun squirmed again.
“What did you think about in the bath?”Westin wondered, sparing a hand to hold Sun in place.“Me having you on one of the tables outside?”
Sun snarled something possibly not meant for Westin to hear.
