Faustus had warmed considerably towards Sebastian since the latter had gotten amnesia. For one thing, the lad was more pleasant to e around. For another, he'd realized it was advantageous to be on good terms with his best friend's husband. Both Morningstars were sinfully, decadently lovely. During their late-night mini-parties, Faustus watched them sometimes. Sweet little Bash was an exhibitionist and Luci didn't mind either way. Faustus knew Sebastian wasn't attracted to him, so it came as a surprise when, one night, the younger man came dancing up to where Faustus was sitting and started drunkenly flirting with him. He went so far as putting Faustus's hands on either side of his waistband and encouraging Faustus to pull down his novelty boxer briefs and give him a blow job.
Faustus hesitated. He had propositioned Serena the previous year and been turned down flat; how could he be sure Sebastian really wanted this? His eyes flicked to Luci, who was watching them both with a heated expression, then back up to meet Sebastian's.
"You're drunk," Faustus murmured. It wasn't exactly a refusal, but...
Sebastian placed a finger under Faustus's chin, condescendingly, Faustus thought. "Drunk or not, this is a limited-time offer. You can wait for it to come around again, but who knows when that'll be?"
"I... er..." Faustus's next reservation, that he was married, and to a harridan who'd resented his crush on Luci, died in his throat as he lowered his gaze to eye-level and saw just how ready Sebastian was. He was right: This would be an opportunity wasted. He obediently peeled down the younger man's underpants, appreciatively breathing in his heady musk, and opened his mouth. Sebastian slid his cock into it with a groan of satisfaction. A nice bit of precum drizzled down the back of Faustus's tongue and he swallowed eagerly, tipping his head back to allow easier access to his throat. Sebastian took full advantage, being deliberately rough with him, taking advantage of Faustus's functional immortality to force him to choke on it, to guzzle down whatever Sebastian had to offer, to hear humiliating things purred at him in such a dulcet baritone. He loved every second of it. Luci knelt behind him, holding Faustus's hands behind his back so he couldn't touch himself. He moaned loudly, sounds of pleasure and protest echoing faintly through the room. Faustus had never been particularly fond of Sebastian-- although
Didn't finish because I needed the book to write a diary entry. Might go back and finish it later.
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