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for the oils Peter kept near his bed.
    It was a little thing, and everything, how
Peter opened his eyes to watch him do that, how the small frown
stayed on Peter’s face until Sebastian entered him, and then Peter
eased his head back and let a sigh escape, even with the rest of
his body so still.
    His hands remained crossed above his head,
his fingers stretching for a pillow to hold onto. He stopped when
Sebastian shook his head, and choked out a rough sound when
Sebastian pulled their bodies close together and put his hands back
over his wrists to hold him down. Their faces were nearly level
like this. Sebastian could taste each salty hint of sweat, feel
every indrawn breath when he pushed in, and Peter knew he
could.
    It was the one moment where they understood
each other perfectly. “Look at me,” Sebastian told him, hardly
knowing his own voice. Peter’s eyes were anything but steady now
though he was still trying to hold on; his hands were wrapped
around Sebastian’s, tight, so tight that Sebastian knew he wasn’t
drunk enough. He’d feel the memory of those hands in the morning.
Peter would be bruised.
    He took a hand away, slid it down between
them, aware that he was fully dressed, that not enough skin was
touching for this to matter. It didn’t stop him from stroking
Peter’s cock, his arm shaking with the strain of holding himself
up. Peter wouldn’t ask, not with words, but Sebastian would give it
to him. Every moment of fear and uncertainty was his to take away
with Peter’s thighs around him and Peter’s soft cries growing
louder beneath him. Peter saw everything with those clear, liquid
eyes. They were fixed on Sebastian, the pupils dark and blown, but
it wasn’t enough.
    “Look at me,” Sebastian instructed him again,
ordered, and brought Peter’s legs up over his shoulders to push in
deep, relishing the breathless shock that crossed Peter’s face, the
hoarse gasp that left him.
    “Sebastian.” Peter’s gaze stayed with his,
startled.
    “Just like that.” Sebastian’s hands were
slipping, control fading too fast, but Peter was breathing
raggedly, shaking hard through every inch of his body. “Look at me
just like that,” Sebastian panted, scarcely able to speak. Peter’s
fingers were grasping loosely at him, an uneven counterpoint to the
slight hitch of his hips, desperate little movements upward to let
Sebastian drive in deeper. Uncertain, Peter was always uncertain,
but so eager.
    His lips moved, almost shaping Sebastian’s
name when Sebastian began to stroke his cock again. Sebastian bent
in to kiss him, savoring the shocked murmur as Peter reached his
climax with their mouths joined. Sebastian followed him moments
later, spilling inside him with a pleased grunt and a soft,
dragging kiss at Peter’s jaw. He took his hand from Peter’s wrists
and looked them over for damage before he went back to studying
Peter’s face. He smoothed the hair from Peter’s eyes and used his
thumb to wipe at the grease by Peter’s ear.
    The first time, the very first time they had
done this, or something close to it, they had been mere boys.
Sebastian had been too different to have many friends at their
school and Peter had been too nervous to make any. They’d often
shared a bed because they’d discovered early that a bedmate eased
Peter’s tension and occasional nightmares, but that night had been
special. Peter had built a crude set of steam-powered wings in an
attempt to fly and had gotten a sprain for his trouble, only
keeping his neck because a tree branch had caught him. Sebastian
had thought himself very daring, his lingering fear at the sight of
Peter tumbling to the ground leading him to kiss Peter when neither
of them could sleep. He hadn’t expected Peter to distance himself
so quickly afterward, or how long it would take before Peter
climbed back into bed with him and allowed more.
    Kisses. Hands. His mouth. His cock. Always
with the same trembling silence, always with the same