Sabien’s smirk sent hot shivers racing down Aubrey’s spine. 

Aubrey shouldn’t have let it go this far, but it was happening. His dick was out, and Sabien discovered Aubrey’s preference for lacy underwear. Aubrey had fucked men for little to no reason, but this was Sabien, not some random hook-up from the app. 

No one made him this desperate or wanting. 

No one made him want to beg, belying the strict code Aubrey followed to keep his heart guarded. He would never beg for anyone’s love or attention, yet Aubrey didn’t even recognize himself around Sabien. The sounds coming out of his mouth were foreign and primal. 

In his jumbled, fugue state, Aubrey remembered Sabien giving him a chance to stop this from going any further. Part of Aubrey wanted to take that chance, but the rest of him outright refused. Aubrey put out the challenge and brought out the beast. Sabien’s bright blue eyes locked Aubrey in a confusingly aroused daze. Fear laced with excitement lit up every nerve ending on his flushed and aching body. Whatever warning arose, Aubrey saw and heard none. 

“I warned you, Bree,” Sabien said, and Aubrey’s dick pulsed. Precum welled from his tip, adding to the glistening trail on the side of his length. 

Aubrey’s breathing shuddered as he replied, “And I heard you, Sabien.” He tried to keep his voice cool and confident but knew he was failing. His breaths were uneven as the air pumped in and out of his lungs in overdrive. He squealed when Sabien yanked his hips forward, tossing Aubrey’s legs over his brawny shoulders. 

Aubrey gripped the back of the sofa with one hand. He had no time to gather his composure with Sabien’s mouth wrapped tightly around his cock. A startled moan erupted from his throat as Sabien sank his mouth to the base, and came back up, sucking the soul out of Aubrey’s body in one firm stroke. 

Aubrey’s toes curled from the tantalizing friction. He slammed his free hand over his mouth to conceal his filthy moans, purple eyes wide and transfixed on Sabien’s gloriously bobbing head. 

Sabien was sucking Aubrey’s dick. 

Sabien was… sucking… his dick. 

Aubrey’s chest heaved. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He’d been dreaming about Sabien for weeks and the visions came to life, visceral and consuming. Aubrey bit his palm, stifling his desperate pleas. The pleasure rushed through him in electric bursts. His abdomen flexed and his balls tightened.

“S-S-Sabiennnn…” Aubrey slurred, dropping his hand from his mouth. He dug his nails into the cushion. “D-Don’t y-you n-need to…” He grounded his teeth as Sabien tightened the seal of his mouth and circled his tongue around Aubrey’s shaft as he drew his head up. 

Aubrey’s hips jerked, chasing Sabien’s throat, “oh my god, fuck!” He hissed. Sabien raised his gaze, watching Aubrey’s face, and in the most lewd fashion, let Aubrey’s cock wetly pop out of his mouth. 

Aubrey trembled, wheezing. Sabien’s nonexistent gag reflex positively flummoxed him, yet his concern vanished as he watched Sabien swipe his thumb across his chin to suck off.  

“Jesus,” Aubrey gasped, transfixed on Sabien’s lips puckering around his thumb. 

Sabien licked his lips like he had just had the tastiest treat. 

“No.” He purred, “You have to say my name, Bree.” This time, Sabien grabbed both handfuls of Aubrey’s ass, his long fingers splayed out, and pushed Aubrey’s cock back inside his mouth. 

“Oh, fuck, Sabien!” Aubrey whined, back arching off the couch. He kicked his legs, but Sabien held on, keeping Aubrey’s crotch glued to his face as he sucked and groaned, the vibrations traveling along Aubrey’s length and to his balls. 

Aubrey thought he heard sounds of approval reverberating from Sabien. His mouth worked wonders as he practically French-kissed Aubrey’s length. Aubrey could feel the mess. The saliva collected and trickled from the tight, warm seal of Sabien’s lips. 

Aubrey was drowning in pure ecstasy as he was devoured. Sabien was taking everything from him. 

Aubrey’s back tingled as he held onto the couch for dear life, whimpering, panting, and mindlessly rutting into Sabien’s eager mouth until he couldn’t see the crimson ceiling of the cabana. The world teetered as he spun out of control, taken by the pleasure violently crashing into him. He roughly fucked Sabien’s mouth, crying and sobbing as his release shot out of him in searing jets.

He filled Sabien’s mouth, and gasped as Sabien swallowed, his tight throat convulsing until the last drop had Aubrey melting onto the couch, legs helplessly dangling over Sabien’s massive shoulders. 

Aubrey’s chin was tucked against his chest at an awkward angle. He whimpered helplessly as Sabien kissed his crotch over and over again. Sabien lavished Aubrey’s semi-hard dick with affection, tongue lapping languidly like a kitten savoring the last bit of cream in the bowl. 

Eventually, Sabien stopped, allowing Aubrey a chance to reboot. He could feel Sabien’s long fingers kneading his bare ass and teasing the thin strip of lace between his cheeks. 

“You taste so fucking good, Bree,” Sabien murmured. 

Aubrey couldn’t move his head. He glanced up at the ludicrous angle of his semi-hard dick flopping against his navel, and Sabien now kissing his inner thigh. 

“It’s a shame we can’t fuck.” Sabien added. “I’m far too greedy to let anyone else hear you get wrecked.” 

Aubrey flushed. Here, he thought Sabien would be more like his stereotype—romantic. Instead, filthy words came out of the French boy’s mouth. 

And it worked. It fucking worked. Aubrey huffed and wriggled against Sabien. 

“Help me sit up,” Aubrey mumbled. 

Sabien chuckled. Instead of doing what Aubrey asked, he leaned forward, trapping Aubrey against the couch with his elbows bracketing either side of Aubrey. Sabien’s lips crashed against Aubrey’s, and Aubrey accepted the invasion of Sabien’s tongue, tasting himself while folded in half. 

Aubrey groaned. His cock surged with life, hard against Sabien’s abs.

 “Bree, you’re making it difficult,” Sabien growled, nipping at Aubrey’s bottom lip. “This is not the place I’d imagine taking you, but you had to wear this goddamn underwear.”

Aubrey nipped back, sucking on Sabien’s bottom lip. 

“You’re saying I’m the difficult one?” Aubrey whispered, “You’re the one bending me in half.” 

“You like it.” 

They went back and forth, fusing their lips and stopping only for Aubrey to catch his breath. His lungs wanted to explode from how much air he withheld because of the kiss. 

“Fuck,” Aubrey said after a firm kiss. “I think we should stop before we take it too far. You’re right. This is not the place. It’s… It’s…” It wasn’t what Aubrey had in mind. Every dream he had involved christening every part of the loft or a hotel room. He’d rather not fuck in a cabana, at least not right now with his defenses all but scattered. His head wasn’t screwed on right. 

“Yes… Yes…” Sabien murmured, kissing down Aubrey’s throat. “We shouldn’t fuck here, but the least we can do is this…” He used his teeth to shove up Aubrey’s tank top and wrapped his lips around Aubrey’s nipple. 

The sensation shattered the first train of thought. Aubrey wanted to say something. He completely forgot. 

He couldn’t remember anything else he wanted to say as Sabien held to his promise. He sucked Aubrey’s dick again after turning Aubrey’s nipples to painfully erect points. The sensitivity heightened to levels he couldn’t explain as his hips jumped at another chance to rut mindlessly into Sabien’s obscene ministrations.

Aubrey might have lost all feeling in his body except for his cock. He’d lost count of how many times he came. Sabien was relentless. Aubrey wept—legitimately wept, his throat hoarse and raw from crying out so often. 

Through his bleary gaze, he could see Sabien’s veins popping out of his neck and forearms. He wanted to taste Sabien, but he was stopped.

“No, Bree. I’ll wait. It’s fine.” Sabien cooed, helping Aubrey back into his pants. 

Aubrey pouted. He wanted to suck Sabien’s dick. He could imagine choking on it, tears and all, and loving every second. 

Shaking his head, Aubrey finally sat up properly after spending most of the session at an awkward angle. He winced, rubbing a spot on his lower back.  

“Let me help,” Sabien said, sitting on the sofa. 

Aubrey eyed him warily, and Sabien smiled innocently, gesturing for Aubrey to turn. 

Aubrey relented and melted the instant Sabien began massaging his lower back. 

“You have such magical hands to go with that mouth of yours,” Aubrey said, moving his hair over his shoulders.

“I would’ve done more with this magical mouth of mine, but I’d rather save it for next time,” Sabien replied. 

“There’s going to be a next time?” Aubrey said with a surprised half-smile. He tried not to sound so hopeful.

“If you’ll want me,” Sabien said, working his fingers into the aching muscles. 

Aubrey blushed—truly blushed. Of course, he wanted Sabien.

“I do,” Aubrey said, keeping his tone casual. “If you’ll want me.”

The dark, sinful chuckle returned, and Sabien’s breath tickled the nape of Aubrey’s neck. 

“I do,” Sabien murmured, “I want you, Bree.” 

Aubrey thought he heard something else in the warm silence, but he might have imagined it. 

“I’ve wanted you for a long time.”