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the line
of his back and the firm outline of his arse then looked up.
    Peter’s eyes were steady on him, so steady
that Sebastian’s chest tightened. But Peter moved before he could,
dragging a hand through his hair and sending waves of soft brown in
all directions. His cravat was the next to go. He pulled the knot
with a slow gesture that made Sebastian’s mouth go dry. Then Peter
rolled up his sleeves and bent down to pull off his shoes. A moment
later he was climbing onto the bed. He ended up on his back at
Sebastian’s side and for a few seconds they both stared at the
bed’s canopy together.
    “No picture tonight?” Sebastian’s voice
rasped but he got the words out. Peter let out a tired sigh for an
answer. Sebastian glanced over then turned to fully look at
him.
    Peter had scrubbed his hands but not his
cheek. Sebastian studied his profile, comparing to him to the boy
he had been the first time they had lain like this. He felt speared
by something cold and sharp to think of how much time had passed
since then. The rest of his body was hot, even without his coat.
Peter had fallen onto the bed close to him, perhaps on purpose,
perhaps not. Sebastian counted out the days in his head from the
last time they had done this, taking his time, making himself draw
the moment out as long as possible. When he could take it no more,
when he had to know if this was one of those nights, he reached out
to draw Peter’s hair from his face.
    He was not breathing evenly but neither was
Peter. Peter, with his eyes closed and his hands tight in the
bedding. Sebastian thought there were quite a few things to say,
things he always meant to say on nights like this, how this wasn’t
why he’d come here or how he ached when Peter was near him, but
after years he had learned to bite his tongue and wait.
    It had been a month since the last time and
it was difficult to keep still when Peter allowed himself to be
petted, impossible when Peter turned his face toward him so that
his mouth was against Sebastian’s palm. He seemed shaky, restless,
for a man lying on his own bed, but Sebastian knew a cure for that.
He slid down to climb over Peter’s body. Peter’s eyes instantly
opened only to fall shut again when Sebastian leaned down to press
their mouths together.
    Peter’s lips were stained purple and softly
parted. He didn’t kiss back but made a small noise, a confused,
familiar hum of a sound; the sound he made when he could not
understand a concept that was simple to rest of the world.
Sebastian kissed him again, gently, repeatedly, until Peter was
shivering, and then he sat up and reached for the hands holding so
tightly to the blankets and pulled them up high over Peter’s
head.
    Peter swallowed. Sebastian kissed his Adam’s
apple then down his throat, marking a spot to return to when Peter
wasn’t trembling with anticipation and too tense to enjoy it.
Sebastian could let go now, ease back to undress Peter if he
wanted. Peter wouldn’t move. He was quiescent, with a line between
his closed eyes that could have been a frown. Sebastian ran a hand
down the white shirtfront and watched Peter’s eyelids flutter and
his mouth fall open.
    Sebastian had dreams about that mouth though
he had never felt it on him. It burned nearly as much to know that
no one else had either. He was the only one allowed this.
    He put a hand to Peter’s trousers, pushing
aside buttons and braces and not failing to notice Peter’s hesitant
motions, how his knees came up before Peter held himself still
again.
    Sebastian glanced up as he pushed aside all
that crisp white to press a kiss to Peter’s stomach, a warning
before he pulled the rest of Peter’s clothes away. He banished all
the little shivers of suppressed motion with his mouth, his hands
warm on Peter’s skin, his ears attuned to Peter’s every harsh
breath, and then when Peter moaned with flustered impatience and
brought his legs back up on either side of Sebastian, Sebastian
reached