Chapter Nineteen

Remus didn't appear to get the comment as Sébastien tried to not look awkward. "I'm not going to chase you out of bed at two in the morning."

Sébastien hung his cloak by the door. Remus didn't know what it was like to be ordered out once he'd served his "purpose" for the night.

He'd made the decision, even though a part of it was unfair since he was keeping a big thing from Remus. He didn't see a way out of his situation. The salt had done nothing earlier. Half of his brain kept swerving toward telling Remus everything and being honest about the facts. He had to go because a beast had a hold of him.

Remus wouldn't let him leave. He was positive about that, and he'd risk himself to figure a way out of things. The beast clearly had no qualms about making Sébastien relive the past, and if he'd do that, he'd kill Remus too. The risk was too great, and since he didn't have much time left…

"You're a bit off," said Remus. "What's bothering you?"

Sébastien turned to him and touched his pocket where the bottle of oil was. How did normal people decide to fuck? Things before had sort of evolved from kissing, and it'd been easier to ask Remus to spank him the last time with it stemming from their heightened arousal. Now, he specifically wanted to do an activity that they hadn't done, and he had that solely in mind. Getting started suddenly appeared quite difficult.

"Do you want to fuck?"

Damn it. He sounded like a bumbling, horny drunk accosting someone in a tavern before closing. Maybe he should have gone over and kissed him to let things go from there.

Remus's eyes flicked down to the bottle. "Uh, yes. I mean, I won't pretend I don't, but we don't have to hurry into anything. Just because I sucked your dick not long ago doesn't mean we have to race to the next thing."

"I know, and that's partly why I want to do it. You don't push or demand, and I trust with you that." Sébastien sat on the bed with him. "If you're too tired…"

"I'm not."

The awkwardness wouldn't quite go away. He was used to being ordered into bed for that , not being told that it was fine if he didn't want to do it. Remus shifted his legs a little, and the bulge in his trousers was unmistakable. Whatever he was thinking, he clearly wanted it too, although he wasn't making the first, real move.

"Well…" Sébastien pulled the bottle from his pocket and undid the ties on his sleep pants to pull them off. Remus looked a little disbelieving.

"Are you sure?"

"I wouldn't be taking my clothes off if I wasn't."

"I didn't think you'd come in and ask."

"Sorry that I'm not very romantic."

"It's not that."

"We want each other, and…" Sébastien pressed the bottle of oil into his hands. "Be liberal with it."

Once he tossed his shirt on the floor, he moved onto the bed while Remus hurried to get his clothes off. Even though he hadn't pressured Sébastien, he had to be eager to do the full deed.

Sébastien couldn't pretend he didn't want it either now that he'd made up his mind, although he wasn't sure how much he'd like it. Nothing had been up his ass in years, and he wasn't sure how tight it would be even with oil. Was it uncomfortable for a man who hadn't been penetrated in a while even if the other was gentle? He had nothing else to compare it to.

He figured Remus, being the dominant one, would want him on his knees. He also liked Sébastien's tattoo-covered back too. He positioned himself, braced his forearms on the bed, and arched his back to make his ass stick up since Remus would probably like that too.

"Is this good? Or do you want me on my back?"

Remus raised an eyebrow. His moving tattoos must have drifted to his back since they weren't visible.

"What?" Sébastien couldn't help looking at his fully erect dick. Dear Elira, that was about to be in him.

"Are you still positive you want to do this?" asked Remus.

"I'm naked with my ass in the air. I think the answer is clear. I also know I can say stop or use my safeword."

"Do you expect me to prep you right now?"

How else? "You're not putting it in dry."

Remus crawled onto the bed and gently pushed on his back. "Lay flat."

If he wanted that instead. Sébastien shifted, and Remus straddled him before brushing aside his damp hair. He didn't see how the position would be easier. He tried to relax, and a few drops of liquid on his back made him jump. Remus's warm hand smeared it.

"I thought we were fucking."

Remus added a little more and set the corked bottle down. "Massages can make good foreplay. I'm not going to prep your ass and shove it in right away."

"I figured you'd be eager to get to the main event." Especially since they hadn't gotten each other off that much.

"We had foreplay before."

Because things had simply happened. He wasn't used to foreplay in general.

"It's not only about immediately sticking it in," added Remus.

He spread the oil around and started earnestly rubbing. The little flutter of nerves in Sébastien's stomach lessened as Remus's hands seemed to work magic.

"You're not as tense as usual," Remus murmured.

Because he'd been prepared and ready in his head, although he hadn't been able to get rid of his nervousness. He let himself relax on the bed as Remus's firm hands worked his shoulders loose, moved to his lower back, and up along his spine. It was better with a little oil to smooth his skin, and despite being so limp on the bed, his cock grew harder. Even the back of his neck was massaged, and he let out a little sigh.

"If you keep this up, I'll fall asleep," he said, only partly joking.

The little kiss near his ear sent a different flutter through him. "Roll over."

Remus shifted so Sébastien could adjust himself. Remus still didn't go for the main goal even though they were both hard. They kissed, and one of his hands, still warm and soft from the oil, stroked his side and hip. Sébastien let him control the kiss. The silent demand and lust behind it excited him more, and he let himself wrap his arms around Remus's to feel the muscles in his back.

Remus trailed the kisses along his jaw and up to his ear to gently nibble on his earlobe. Sébastien pressed his erection against Remus. The nibbling was doing something to him that he couldn't quite voice, and the urge to bite came. He skimmed his fangs along Remus's neck and let the tips sink in for just a moment.

Remus stiffened and growled against his ear. "Fuck."

"That's what I'm waiting for."

Remus lifted his head. "Impatient."

He took Sébastien's wrists and pinned them to the bed, gently at first, like he was seeing how Sébastien would react. Sébastien relaxed his arms, and Remus kissed his neck.

"What's your safeword if you need it?"

"Red." Sébastien looped his legs around Remus's waist.

The idea of being pinned before would have terrified him. With Remus, it made his cock harder. He had a way out and was safe. His breathing grew rough as the kisses trailed down his neck, past the soft hollow of his throat, and to his chest. Remus lapped at one of his hard nipples and lightly blew on it before reapplying his warm tongue. He released Sébastien's wrists so he could inch down, forcing him to unhook his legs.

Down his lips went so he could plant small kisses on Sébastien's hips and lower stomach without touching his cock. Sébastien gripped the blanket and sheets when Remus's lips went tantalizingly close only to go down his thigh instead.

"Elira," he mumbled.

Remus got back over him and reached over in his bedside drawer for a handkerchief before he took the bottle and uncorked it.

"Do you want me to move?"

"You can stay there. Put a leg over my shoulder."

Sébastien did so and spread his other leg wider to give him access. Oil dripped down his crack, and his face warmed to be so exposed even though Remus's head had been in that general area before. An oil-soaked finger touched his hole, and he looked away, not quite able to meet Remus's yellow eyes. He wanted this and everything that would come along with it, but some part of his mind said it would end up being too much in a few minutes even if he was all right at the moment, and he was going to ruin it.

Remus's other hand rubbed his leg. "Bear down and remember to breathe. If you don't like it, we can pause or stop entirely. There's nothing wrong if you decide it's too much or you're just not up for it."

Sébastien managed to meet his eyes again. "All right. I'm okay."

Remus's slick finger slowly breached him.

"You can stroke yourself. That helps."

Sébastien's cock was still rock hard, and he wrapped his fingers around the shaft, as Remus entered him a little more. Surprisingly, it was better as he stroked himself. The rim was still a bit tight, and Remus added more oil.

That single finger felt a lot better while he played with himself, and Remus stretched his rim. This was how it was supposed to be. Something slow and nice that felt good, and not just a necessary annoyance if barely done at all.

A second finger and more oil weren't so bad either. Sébastien dropped his cock to focus on the new sensation of his rim being worked so well. Remus crooked his fingers, found the sweet spot, and directly rubbed it. Sébastien moaned and was tempted to frantically jerk himself so he could ride that feeling to wherever it led. Dear Elira…he strained his hips up.

A third finger to work his rim and massage his prostate was even better. At that rate, he might not last until the actual sex.

"Fuck me," he mumbled, staring right at Remus's face.

"Not just yet." Remus straightened, withdrew his fingers to add more oil, and buried them in Sébastien's ass again. "Are you still all right?"

"Yes." Sébastien knew he probably looked like a mess with his face flushed, his hair all over the place, and one leg still on Remus's shoulders. He grabbed the blanket and squeezed his eyes shut as Remus directly rubbed the sweet spot again. "Shit. Are you trying to make me cum before we even get started?"

"No." Remus gripped his cock but didn't stroke him.

"Tease," Sébastien ground out as he jerked his hips.

"If you do, I'll just make you cum again on my cock."

The dirtiness of those words made pre-cum leak from Sébastien's cock. Remus's was slick at the tip.

"Please…fuck me." Sébastien needed more than his fingers. He wanted Remus against him and stuffed in his ass. He'd never wanted it before. Not like that. "I want to cum on your cock to start with."

He suddenly felt empty, and Remus wiped his fingers on the cloth, tossed it aside, and dripped oil on his cock. Sébastien watched and expected him to slip the head into his hole. Instead, Remus eased Sébastien's leg down and crawled up beside him.

"Move a little."

"Huh?"

"So I can get comfortable." Remus leaned the pillows on the headboard and settled against them. "Get on top of me."

Sébastien got to his knees. "Why?"

"You're going to ride my cock."

Sébastien wasn't entirely sure what to think. He'd never been on top before, and how was that going to be fun for Remus? Sébastien wasn't a virgin, but Remus might as well have a virgin bouncing on top of him. "I don't know what to do. Wouldn't you prefer-"

"No. Come here."

Sébastien shifted to sling a leg over him and settled with Remus's cock against his ass. It was surprisingly intimate to be face-to-face, so close, and naked.

"You're blushing a little," said Remus, and that made the heat in Sébastien's cheeks even worse. "You're beautiful."

His hand went around Sébastien's throat. Not in the terrifying way where he knew his air would be cut off, but like the first time on the ship. A subtle domination that made his cock ache as he damn near melted against Remus's chest. He couldn't imagine having anyone's hand near his neck and trusting them so fully.

Remus lightly kissed him. "Are you comfortable?"

Sébastien braced his hands on his chest. He couldn't help giving the firm pecs a good squeeze. "Yes."

"While I'm in you, you can control the depth and the pace or stop if you need to."

Remus was handing him control with safety and still topping him.

"It's not hard. If you get tired of the position, we can switch too."

"Okay."

Sébastien lifted his ass and reached to get the head lined up. Remus helped him, and Sébastien held onto his shoulders.

"Slow," mumbled Remus.

He had to be desperate by then to be buried in the Prince's rear. Sébastien lowered himself so the head breached his hole. Even though he'd received the most thorough fingering of his life, the rim was rather tight once the slick head slipped in. He shifted his hips, trying to work the thick length in.

He closed his eyes right before Remus's free hand cupped his face. "Remember to breathe and bear down."

It was in enough for Remus to take away his hand and gently grip his waist instead. He didn't push down or thrust his hips up as Sébastien sank lower. It was tight, and while he wouldn't call it painful, it wasn't exactly comfortable either.

Remus took his cock in one hand to slowly stroke. The slow pleasure made it easier for Sébastien as he sank the last few inches.

Remus squirmed under him. "Elira, you feel good."

Sébastien had never felt so damn full in there, and he moved. The inside eased a little, and he moved up a couple of inches.

"See? Just move the way you like. You don't even have to go down all the way if you don't want to."

Sébastien leaned on him and rested his arms on Remus's shoulders. The urge to move was almost instinctive, and Remus's hands cupped either side of his ass.

"Guide me a bit." Sébastien's voice came out rather ragged because damn, it felt good. It had never been like that, and he still felt in control even when Remus did as asked.

The faint discomfort had turned into something else, and he went faster, seeking more. His cock kept pressing and rubbing on Remus's stomach.

"Fuck-you feel good in me." Sébastien tightened his arms and buried his face in Remus's shoulder to breathe his scent, feel him-everything. Remus let out a sound almost like a growl as he squeezed Sébastien's ass.

A faint sheen of sweat broke out on their bodies as Sébastien rode him and chased the pleasure. He couldn't explain the almost frantic need to move as warmth pooled in his lower belly, and his cock kept rubbing on Remus's muscled torso.

The edge neared again with far more intensity than before, and he squeezed around the thick length in his ass. His balls tightened, and Remus moved his arms to hug him close and nip at his shoulder.

The desire to bite came on stronger than usual. Sébastien let his fangs sink deep, almost mindless to everything else except for the building pleasure and Remus's body against his.

Remus let out a strange noise as he was bitten. "Cum on me, Sébastien. Cum on my cock."

The end was too close. He didn't think he could stop it if he tried, and he didn't want to.

The orgasm burst inside, and the pleasure exploded through him. With his fangs still buried in Remus's neck, Sébastien couldn't help the sort of half yell he let out. He clenched, and Remus groaned as he thrust his hips up like he couldn't help it any longer. The bed creaked as Sébastien rode him and Remus thrust up, both lost in it. Sébastien's cock rubbed on Remus as ropes of cum shot out.

He slipped from the neat punctures he'd made. Remus cupped one side of his face to turn it and pressed his mouth to Sébastien's.

"Fuck-" Sébastien moaned against his lips before his tongue slipped in.

Remus's cum filled his bowels, and some of the tension eased. The pleasure began to ebb, and Sébastien suddenly felt like jellied fruit as he went limp on Remus.

"Shit," Remus mumbled before he kissed Sébastien's neck. He sucked in a breath when Sébastien clenched around him one last time.

He'd never felt so boneless before, even when he'd cum in Remus's mouth. Remus had to help him off so they could lay together. Cum leaked from his ass, and it was smeared all over his cock and stomach. Despite all of that, he didn't feel dirty. Just warm and soothed while his hair was stroked.

When the bed moved, he opened his eyes, and Remus spoke. "Stay there."

He disappeared into the privy room and came back with a couple of damp cloths. Something pinched in Sébastien's chest because the main event was over, and Remus wasn't ready to be done with him or make him go away. He cleaned the cum from the Prince's torso with one cloth and used the second to wipe his cock.

"You're too good," Sébastien mumbled.

"I figured you'd rather sleep without it being everywhere."

There was a damp patch under him, but that couldn't be helped, and he was so limp, he didn't care or see how he'd ever be able to move again. When Remus tapped out the lantern and got into bed, he immediately drew the Prince to his chest and wrapped an arm around him.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes. More than all right."

Before he drifted off, he felt a light kiss on his head.

***

Sébastien couldn't say who woke first or started touching. It was like the first orgasm lit something in them, and they both needed each other with more urgency than before. He was a little tender downstairs when Remus first slipped an oiled finger inside. A second later, the heat of his mouth closed around the tip of Sébastien's cock and took it down to the root.

"Oh, fuck-" Sébastien sucked in a breath as Remus worked his tongue around the base.

He set a steady pace for the second and third finger that was slow enough to keep it from being overwhelming and still intense enough to make Sébastien fist the sheets.

"I want you in me," Sébastien said in a low voice even though he didn't quite want the tight heat sheathing his cock to stop.

Remus pulled back and shifted to get on top again. When his cock slipped in, Sébastien strained his hips up, trying to get more as he grabbed onto Remus who worked each inch in. A little of the soreness returned and ebbed as the inside eased again.

Remus kissed him and fucked him slowly, taking his time with each withdrawal and thrust. Sébastien's cock rubbed between their stomachs, adding just enough friction to make him squirm.

"Harder," he moaned against Remus's mouth.

The hesitation was there and gone when Sébastien clenched around him, wordlessly begging for it. Remus thrust, and Sébastien wrapped his legs around his waist, giving him better access.

Remus nuzzled his neck as he drove himself in and out like the earlier control couldn't be kept. "You feel so damn good."

Sébastien could barely think of a coherent response with his prostate being almost directly pegged thanks to the new angle. Remus's whole body was tight like he was trying to hold back despite earlier. Sébastien bit his shoulder while his prostate took it with every thrust.

"I'm about to cum," he mumbled as the edge, that thing he didn't have to fear with Remus, drew closer. "Harder."

Skin slapped skin as Remus pounded him. Another man finding such pleasure in their joined bodies had never excited him or felt so damn good before that night. His cock rubbed between them, and he tightened his legs and arms around Remus, trying to feel every inch on and inside of him.

The pleasure snapped, and Sébastien couldn't help but clench around the cock thrusting in him as the orgasm raced through him. He was about to bite again, but Remus's fingers were in his hair and pulling with a slight edge that skirted on pain and made it all so much better, especially when he kissed Sébastien's throat.

Remus's breath was hot on his neck as he groaned, and Sébastien, still clinging to him, let out a strange sound as the orgasm shuddered through his entire body. Cum from his cock smeared between them while his ass was filled a second time that night.

Their bodies eased as it ended, and the boneless feeling from earlier came on even harder. Remus didn't pull out as he loosened his fingers and kept kissing along Sébastien's throat.

When his softening cock slipped out on its own, he only shifted a little so he wasn't crushing Sébastien who stroked his back. With Remus's warm bulk half on him, he drifted off again.

He awoke to sunlight and Remus's fingers making small circles on his back. He had no memory of them moving or rolling over.

"I slept like a rock." He rubbed his eyes.

"Me too."

Sébastien wanted to stay in bed with him. He stretched, turned over, and closed his eyes while Remus stroked his hip.

"I almost wish I didn't have responsibility."

"I wish we were commoners," said Sébastien. It'd be nice to let others worry about the big shit. "Then again, I like someone else bringing me breakfast."

Remus grabbed him in a hug and chuckled against his shoulder. "If we were commoners, I'd make sure I knew how to cook eggs without burning them, and I'd bring you breakfast in bed."

If only they could have that and truly look forward to the future. Sébastien pushed that from his mind, trying to focus on the now and how Remus's lips were on his again. His hand groped Sébastien's ass and gave it a light smack.

"After I spanked you," Remus added before kissing him again.

Spankings before breakfast sounded delightful. To be bent over Remus's knee with his morning wood rubbing on his leg while his ass was turned pink…and then given breakfast.

"Mmm." Sébastien slung a leg over him. The gentle kissing and touching had his cock partially thickening, although he didn't think he could take a third round so soon. "I would like that, but not right now. My ass is a bit sore, and I really need a bath."

"Are you okay?"

Sébastien gazed into his yellow eyes. Remus had thoroughly had him the night before, and he still cared. They needed more time together. "I'm okay."

"Let me get a cloth because you've got cum all over you."

It was a bit unpleasant since it had dried, although he didn't feel filthy. Not like that. Once he was partially clean and dressed in his sleep clothes with his cloak around him, Remus gave him a long, slow kiss.

"Do you want to meet me in the office later?"

"Yes." Sébastien would have a bath first and a relaxing breakfast on his balcony so he could rest and think.

"You could sleep in here," added Remus. "I mean, if you like the privacy of your rooms, I'm not saying you have to give that up."

He did like it, but he might as well spend what time he could with Remus. "I think I will tonight.

Warmth flashed in Remus's eyes as he patted Sébastien's bottom. "I'll see you in a bit."