hadn’t let himself think much about the night he had kissed Xan, and when he did, his mind always went to Sebastion’s face right before he leaned in to take. There was sadness in his eyes, resignation, and at first, Luca thought it might be his lingering belief that he was second best.
It became clear it was just the painful knowledge that he knew Xan was going to run.
Sebastion knew it was going to shatter Luca’s heart, but he let him steal that kiss anyway.
He soaped up his hands, then drifted them over his chest and breathed out. He wondered what might have happened if Xan had been in a better place. If they’d met him years before Max or maybe years after. He was such a passionate man, a fire in his eyes that Luca knew would take a God-sent natural disaster to put out. Even in that moment—with that single kiss—Luca had felt the warmth in him. He’d felt the line of tension in Xan’s body, not because he was afraid, but because he wanted more.
Luca’s hand drifted down where his cock was growing hard. He hadn’t let himself indulge at the thought of Xan before this. It felt unfair, but now that he’d started, he couldn’t stop.
Xan would have been beautiful beneath him, on top of him, curled between them with Sebastion’s cock in his ass and Luca’s palm cupping his balls. He would have taken his mouth in an endless, searing kiss, swallowing down every moan, every gasp, every cry.
He and Sebastion would have been relentless, consuming, not stopping until Xan had lost all sense of reason and self. Until he was nothing but points of pleasure where they touched him.
Luca gasped as the images flooded his mind, pictures of Xan spread out with his lips parted in a wordless moan behind his closed eyelids. He stroked himself faster at the imagined way Xan would taste, the way he’d writhe under Sebastion’s careful, powerful ministrations.
The way he’d beg a little and scream a lot when every single one of his wishes and fantasies were granted.
“My god, look at you.”
Luca let out a sharp, startled cry, glancing over his shoulder. A rush of cool air hit him as the shower door wrenched open, and Sebastion stepped in. Behind him, Luca could see a trail of clothes and two shopping bags lying on the floor. The door was cracked open like he’d rushed in without a care.
“How long were you watching?” Luca asked, his voice ragged. He still held his cock which was throbbing to be stroked, and his head tipped back when Sebastion reached for him, hands wet and warm from the stream of water.
“Not long. I wanted to see what you were going to do,” Sebastion said, pulling Luca closer by his cock. His hair fell flat, rivulets running down the front of his face and pouring a steady stream from the tip of his pointed nose, and his grin was faintly predatory. “I wanted to stand here and watch you coat the wall in come, but I couldn’t hold out.”
Luca sighed quietly as he dropped his hands to Sebastion’s shoulders and began a slow fuck into the circle of his fingers. “You feel so good.”
Sebastion hummed, then leaned in to nip at his collarbone. “What were you thinking about?”
At that, Luca’s skin heated. He licked his lips, but he couldn’t make himself say the words.
“Were you thinking about him? Our little conqueror?” Sebastion’s fingers went a little tighter, almost to the point of pain before they relented. He circled his thumb over the head of his dick, pushing against his slit. “About what could have happened that night?”
Luca took in a shaking breath. “I tried not to.”
Sebastion touched his chin with his other hand and waited for Luca to open his eyes. “I know, which is stupid. You should think about him. You have wanted him since the moment you were able to touch him.”
Luca swallowed thickly. “I should have backed off. I should have listened.”
“Maybe,” Sebastion mused. He began to stroke Luca in earnest, then abruptly let go and turned him, shoving him against the wall.
Luca groaned, knowing what was coming, and he braced himself as Sebastion lowered himself to the shower bench and spread his cheeks. There was a long moment, frozen in time where Sebastion simply looked his fill, then he leaned in and dragged his tongue over Luca’s puckered hole with a soft moan.
“Please,” Luca gasped.
“I will, but I want you