to tell me what you were thinking about,” his husband ordered. His thumb pushed against him without breeching him, and Luca wildly wanted that dry, aching penetration.
“I thought about kissing him,” Luca said, and he was rewarded with another lick. He pressed his forehead to the tiles and breathed out. “About touching him. About how responsive he’d be.” His words died in his throat when Sebastion dipped his tongue inside him for a long, pulsing kiss. “I,” he started again when the other man retreated. “I thought about you fucking him.”
Sebastion let out a quiet noise, then pulled Luca’s cheeks apart as far as he could stand it before applying his mouth, tongue so deep, so perfect, Luca’s toes curled.
“I thought about holding him while you fucked him,” Luca said. He was losing himself to pleasure, and his hand snaked down to curl around his cock. He was going to come with Xan on his mind and his husband’s tongue in his ass, his own fingers around his dick. “I thought about the way he’d beg for it, and the way we’d give everything to him so he’d never, ever want to leave.”
Luca tumbled over the edge without much warning. The faint tingle in his gut erupted into heat, crawling up his neck as he pulsed and spilled over his knuckles. His eyes squeezed tight shut, and he let his chest hit the wall for a second as Sebastion pulled away with soft, pressing kisses to his over-sensitive skin.
Warm hands grabbed his hips, spinning him, then he was pressed against the wall again as Sebastion had his own dick, jacking it furiously.
“I wanted that,” Sebastion said through clenched teeth. “I wanted it so badly, my heart broke when he left in the morning. I wanted that and so much more.”
“I know,” Luca said. He grabbed Sebastion by the cheeks with both hands, tilted his head up, then kissed him through his climax.
His husband was always quieter with his pleasure, giving him a soft, grunting moan and a gentle shudder through his limbs. Luca took it all into his mouth, against his body, holding him close until it was over.
Stillness settled over them both, and neither bothered to say anything as Luca soaped up again and cleaned their bodies with careful strokes of his large palms. As the water swirled down the drain, Sebastion stepped out to dry off and clean up the trail of mess he made, and Luca moved behind him, wondering if he’d fucked up.
Things hadn’t quite been the same since they left the hotel, and he wasn’t sure if they could ever go back to the way things were before Xan. But he wasn’t really sure he wanted them to.
“I think I fucked up.”
Luca hadn’t been expecting those words when he found his husband in the kitchen a little while later. The house smelled like bacon and toast, and the only sounds before Sebastion spoke were of Ivy snoring loudly on the sofa and food sizzling in a pan.
He froze halfway into the kitchen, his brow furrowed, his heart pounding. “What are you talking about?”
Sebastion rubbed a hand down his face. “We should have talked about it more. About Xan leaving. I thought it might be easier if we just waited a little while, but I was wrong.”
Luca stepped close to him and pulled him away from the stove. “I still don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Sebastion lifted a hand and grazed his curled knuckles over Luca’s jawline. “You’ve never really had your heart broken before,” he said. “And as much as that always made me a little jealous, I loved it, because the thought of you hurting like that…” He trailed off and shook his head with a sigh. “I never wanted you to feel this. I never thought you’d have to.”
Luca softened, and he put both hands at Sebastion’s waist, which was thicker than it had been when they first met, but no less perfect. “You can’t protect me from everything.”
Rolling his eyes, Sebastion pulled away from him and took the bacon off the heat. “I know that. But I’ve been here before, and I should have known you needed more than quiet silence to get over it.”
Bowing his head, Luca let out a short breath. “I don’t know if it would have helped. I…” he stopped and let out a bitter laugh. “I stupidly hoped that he was coming back.”
“He probably is…” Sebastion began, and Luca shook his head.
“To us. I thought he’d go