Chapter 3
Sebastian briefly wondered if he was dreaming when Pablo kissed him. He’d dreamed of such a kiss ever since he was sixteen. Well, maybe before that.
And just like before, the kiss was not sweet or hesitant but possessive, demanding, all consuming. It felt that way, too. That Pablo would consume him. Sebastian decided that was okay with him.
He opened his mouth under the assault, thrilling to the feel of Pablo’s tongue rubbing along his. Sebastian heard himself moan and he fisted Pablo’s T-shirt, trying to pull the man closer still.
Pablo lowered him to the mattress and lay on top of him, entwining their legs, grinding their pelvises. Sebastian’s c**k felt harder and more constrained against his briefs than he could ever remember.
Sebastian tore his mouth away from Pablo’s, g
