Chapter 104: Heaven for a moment [Win-Win]

Chapter 104: Chapter 104: Heaven for a moment [Win-Win]

His head dropped against Nero’s shoulder, breath coming faster while his body moved almost without instruction, caught between the hand stroking him and the fingers working patiently inside him.

Nero kissed beneath his ear.

"My moon."

Sebastian answered with something that probably qualified as a word.

Nero seemed delighted regardless.

For someone who had never done this before, he had developed an alarming amount of confidence in very little time, though Sebastian understood why. Nero was not relying on instinct alone. He was watching, listening, memorizing, changing pressure whenever Sebastian’s breathing changed and repeating anything that made his body tighten.

Sebastian caught his forearm.

"Nero."

This time there was no teasing answer.

Nero heard the strain in Sebastian’s voice and tightened the arm around his waist, holding him securely against his chest for another moment before withdrawing his fingers. They came away slick, the evidence coating his long fingers enough that Nero’s eyes followed the movement with open fascination before returning to Sebastian.

"Not yet, my moon."

Sebastian turned his head, still breathing unevenly. "Not yet?"

Nero’s mouth brushed the sensitive skin beneath his ear, and the smile Sebastian felt against his neck carried absolutely none of the restraint his words implied.

"I told you I’m greedy." His hand settled possessively over Sebastian’s hip. "I don’t want your first orgasm tonight on my fingers."

Nero kissed him once beneath the jaw before murmuring, lower, "I want to be inside you when you come."

The promise sent a visible shudder through Sebastian.

Nero felt it.

Satisfaction rolled through the pheromones filling the room, smoke and burning wood deepening until Sebastian could almost taste them with every breath.

Then Nero moved.

He lifted Sebastian as though his weight meant nothing, turned them both, and lowered him carefully against the pillows before following him down. Long white-blond hair slipped forward around Nero’s shoulders as he braced himself above him, enclosing Sebastian beneath his body.

With a deliberate motion, Nero used his knees to raise and spread Sebastian’s legs wider, opening him completely.

Sebastian looked up.

His breathing had already become uneven, his purple eyes dark with anticipation, and something about seeing Nero there—above him, focused entirely on him—made the reality of what he had chosen settle deeper.

Nero noticed everything.

His gaze moved over Sebastian slowly, taking in the flushed skin, the disordered hair, the way Sebastian had already opened himself to him without retreating.

For several seconds, Nero simply stared.

"Gods," he murmured.

Sebastian’s mouth curved despite the nervous flutter low in his stomach. "What?"

Nero shook his head once, almost disbelieving.

"You are so much better than anything I imagined."

That should have sounded like another one of Nero’s indecent lines.

Instead, there was too much sincerity beneath it.

Sebastian reached up and drew him closer by the back of his neck.

"Then stop staring."

Nero smiled.

"As you wish."

The kiss that followed carried none of the playful testing from earlier.

Nero’s tongue invaded his mouth, tasting and exploring, one hand sliding beneath Sebastian’s shoulder while the other held his waist, and Sebastian felt the instant when seven years of fantasy finally collided with reality for both of them.

As their tongues tangled, Nero began to press forward.

Sebastian’s fingers clenched, digging into the muscle of Nero’s shoulders and tangling in the long, white-blond hair that fell around them.

The burn was immediate, a sharp stretch that stole the air from his lungs.

Nero was impossibly thick, and the slow, relentless pressure of his entry was overwhelming.

Sebastian could feel every inch as Nero sank deeper, the blunt head of his cock forcing Sebastian’s body to accommodate him.

Nero broke the kiss, his forehead resting against Sebastian’s, his breathing as ragged as his own. "Sebastian," he breathed, the name a prayer and a curse. "God, you’re... tight."

Sebastian couldn’t answer.

His head fell back against the pillows, his throat exposed as a guttural sound escaped him. The pain was giving way to a deep, profound fullness that left him breathless.

Red marks bloomed on Nero’s pale skin where his fingers gripped him.

Nero was still learning.

Sebastian could feel it in the occasional hesitation, the fraction of a second when Nero paused to read his face before moving again.

Yet uncertainty never became timidity.

He adjusted.

Listened.

Learned.

And Sebastian realized, somewhat helplessly, that he loved that too.

His fingers tightened in Nero’s hair when the pressure made his breath catch.

Nero immediately stopped.

Their foreheads touched.

"Sebastian?"

"I’m fine."

Nero’s expression sharpened.

Sebastian almost laughed despite everything.

"Actually fine," he corrected. "Just... give me a second."

Nero waited.

Of course he did.

For all the hunger pouring from him, all the possessiveness thick enough to feel in the air, he remained perfectly still until Sebastian relaxed beneath him again.

Sebastian brushed his thumb along Nero’s cheek.

"You can keep going."

Something in Nero’s face softened.

Then he kissed him. Slowly this time.

The discomfort faded gradually into something warmer, fuller, and far more intimate than Sebastian had expected.

He had experienced sex before.

That did not prepare him for this.

For Nero.

For the knowledge that the man above him had imagined this for years and yet was still looking at Sebastian as though reality had managed to surprise him.

Nero seemed to be in heaven. His eyes were closed, his face a mask of pure ecstasy as Sebastian’s body clenched around him, the tight, wet heat milking his cock in a way that had his hips jerking instinctively. "You feel... unbelievable," he groaned.

He began to move.

The first retreat was as slow as the entry, a torturous glide that left Sebastian feeling empty before he pressed back in, deeper this time.

Sebastian cried out, his nails scraping down Nero’s back.

Nero set a deliberate, rocking rhythm, each thrust measured and controlled, designed to drive Sebastian to the brink without pushing him over. His mouth found Sebastian’s neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin, marking him as his own.

"Nero..."

The name escaped him without intention.

Nero’s eyes closed briefly.

When they opened again, the violet looked almost black.

"My moon."

His voice was rough enough to send another shiver through Sebastian.

After that, thinking became increasingly difficult.

The controlled rhythm Nero had established began to fray at the edges.

Each retreat grew faster, each thrust more forceful. The deliberate pace gave way to a driving need that Sebastian felt in his bones. The burn returned, but it was different now—sharper, more demanding, and tangled with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

Sebastian’s insides tightened on him, a reflexive clench that drew a guttural sound from Nero’s throat.

The slick heat of Sebastian’s body, now mingled with his own and the lube he used earlier, eased the way.

A wet sound filled the room with every powerful snap of Nero’s hips, and Sebastian could feel the excess dripping down his ass.

Nero’s hands moved.

One slid down Sebastian’s trembling body, palm flat against his stomach before dipping lower. His long fingers curled around Sebastian’s balls, rolling them gently, and Sebastian bucked, a choked cry escaping his lips.

"Nero," he gasped, his hands scrabbling for purchase on Nero’s sweat-slicked back.

The hand moved again, wrapping around Sebastian’s cock, which was already hard and leaking against his stomach. Nero’s grip was firm, his strokes sure and fast, matching the brutal rhythm of his hips.

Sebastian’s orgasm hit him, a violent, shattering crash that tore a scream from his throat.

His vision went white, his body arching off the bed as he spilled over Nero’s hand and his own stomach.

The clamping of his muscles around Nero’s cock was involuntary, and it pushed Nero over the edge with him.

Nero’s rhythm faltered, then broke entirely. He drove deep one last time, a hoarse groan from his lips as his knot swelled, locking them together.

Sebastian felt the pulse of his release, a hot flood of enigma seed filling him, and it triggered a second, weaker orgasm that left him trembling and spent.

Nero collapsed against him.

For a long moment, they were both silent, their harsh breathing the only sound in the room.

Sebastian lay beneath him, boneless, a strange sense of peace settling over him.

He could feel Nero’s heart hammering against his chest, a frantic beat that slowly began to calm.

Nero lifted his head after a moment, his hair sticking to his damp forehead. He looked down at Sebastian, his violet eyes soft and impossibly tender.

He brushed a stray strand of hair from Sebastian’s forehead, his touch gentle.

"Mine," he murmured, the word a raw, possessive whisper.