Lucius's heart jumped for only a second and then steadied.

"Sleeping," he said. "Just sleep."

"Go to your bed."

"But I want to be with you."

"You always want to be with me."

"Yeah." Lucius nudged his hair to the side with his face and kissed the back of his neck. "So let me."

"Lucius."

"I like you so much."

"Please just—"

Lucius cut him off. Not wanting to hear the finished plea because he didn't want to deny it. How rarely, Corbin begged. How rarely he could be made desperate enough to do so.

"We didn't kiss," Lucius whispered. "We were together all night, and you didn't kiss me."

Corbin was gripping the arm he had around his waist now. "When do I ever kiss you? That's your thing."

Lucius hummed. He grazed his teeth along the spot he'd kissed and Corbin shivered in his arms.

"Does it have to be me that initiates it?"

"Yes," Corbin breathed and there it was. Desperation. A plea of its own. A liquid heat running through his bloodstream and filling an almost forgotten erection. 

He moved, like lightning, to shove Corbin to his back. They stared at one another, panting loud and harsh. There was distance and then there wasn't. Their lips came together rough, wet and messy and nothing like any of the other times they'd kissed. This was passionate. Needy.

He needed this. He needed it so much, he forgot himself. Forgot the warnings Gior had given him.

It felt as if he'd been waiting for this his entire life. How could he possibly be expected to put a halt to it now? He was only human.

Lucius broke the kiss just long enough to throw the covers back, frustrated with the way they were restricting his movements. Then, slotting himself between Corbin's thighs, he settled back into it. Dragging Corbin's head back by a hand fisted in his hair, controlling the angle. He slid his tongue past Corbin's lips, wanting to taste him. Devour him. Consume him and cage him and keep him. 

Corbin could be his. This feeling could last forever.

The thought was a heady one and he groaned. Grinded down against Corbin and mimicked his moan. What a gorgeous sound. From such a gorgeous man with the most musical voice.

Corbin's legs had twined around his waist and he could feel his bare skin against his own. He'd climbed into bed in nothing but his underwear, and the sight of him was a feast. His hands were scrambling at Lucius's face, at his nape, fighting for some control of his own.

Lucius reached down between them, wanting to feel. The bulge of Corbin's erection filled his hand, warm and heavy and the sound Corbin made. The way he groaned and dug his head back into his pillows. He wanted more than that. Needed it.

Needed so much more.

With a sudden twist of his body, Lucius was shoved off of him and to the side. Not even giving him a chance to reorient himself, Corbin pushed him to his back. His chest was heaving as he climbed over him, straddling his hips and setting a hand against his throat. 

He used that hand as leverage, pressing down with his hand as he pressed down with his hips, rolling against him, and Lucius couldn't breathe. It didn't matter. He didn't need the air— only needed to grab Corbin by the hips and pulled him down harder. Needed to watch the way his face twisted in pleasure and the way his lips fell open as those delicious sounds continued to leave them.

Corbin pulled his hand away, going down on his elbows to kiss him again. Allowing him a breath just to steal it away immediately. Lucius made a high sound into his mouth, sliding his own hands around to grab his ass, keeping him nice.

"I would've fucked you in the club," Corbin breathed once they separated, still so close it was like he was feeding the words to him as their lips brushed. "Would've made you fucking scream and let everyone watch if you'd let me."

Lucius groaned at the words, squeezing his eyes shut. They rolled open when Corbin smacked him, lightly, on the cheek.

"Yeah?" he asked, and Lucius nodded. Corbin moved up a little higher on his body so he was grinding against his stomach, not giving him any relief. He wasn't bothered by it. As far as Lucius was concerned, he could do whatever he wanted. Corbin ducked his head with a small moan. "Fuck. I love it when you listen to me.  I love... when you let me use you."

Lucius was starting to think he didn't need physical stimulation at all. He could get off on the things Corbin was saying alone, he was sure.

"I like it when you use me, too," Lucius whispered, digging his fingers into Corbin's rear.

"Yeah," Corbin nodded. His eyes were glazed over. Gone. "I know. Good. Wanna use me?"

"Ah," Lucius breathed. His shut his eyes again. This was all too much. "What do you—"

"You could fuck me," Corbin said. "I could fuck myself on you. Would you like that?"

"Mm," Lucius hummed in agreement, nodding his head desperately.

"What would you do to have it?"

"Anything."

"Anything?"

"Anything. Corbin, please—"

Corbin swallowed his words in another kiss. Sucking at his tongue and licking at his lips like he was hungry for it. His mouth was wet with spit and throbbing and so sensitive to the touch. He leaned into the intense affection, his hips bucking up into air, threatening to upset Corbin's balance.

"How long have you wanted to fuck me?" Corbin asked. He was moving faster against his stomach now. His breaths were racing the speed of his hips. 

He shouldn't answer that. The back of his mind was screaming at him not to answer, but he didn't listen. Just as he hadn't listened to that other sound voice. 

"Forever," Lucius panted. "Since years ago. So long ago—"

"Why didn't you?" Corbin asked. His hand was back at Lucius's throat.

His body was so hot, he thought he might go into overdrive. This was a night he couldn't survive.

"You wouldn't let me," he said and Corbin made a harsh sound.

"How would you know?" he asked. "You didn't try, friend."

There was anger in those words. Underlying resentment. Lucius forgot why that should matter when Corbin kneeled up to remove his underwear, hand braced against his throat again, and plopped back down when he was fully nude, his ass warm against him.

Lucius tried to crane his head to look, but Corbin still hadn't removed the hand around his throat. Lucius gripped his wrist, staring up at him. Corbin looked back at him with lidded eyes, and his other arm was moving. Up and down. An unmistakable slick sound rang filthily around the room.

He wanted to see. He wanted to watch the way Corbin held himself. Wanted to see what he looked like, the way he'd twitch and leak. He wanted it all.

He needed to breathe.

He dug his nails into Corbin's wrist, pulling as it started to become too much. As his focus started to wane and his head began to grow light.

Corbin pulled his hand away, and Lucius sucked in a breath, choking on it. He coughed, hard, swallowing the saliva that'd started to pool in his throat. Corbin crawled up his body as he fought to regain his composure, still stroking. His eyes shot open with vibrant clarity when he felt the nudge of something against his bottom lip.

Corbin was kneeling up, gripping the headboard with one hand and running the tip of his erection around his lips. Lucius made a harsh sound and, not even having to think about it, tugged him closer by his rear end to swallow him down.

Corbin moaned, high and shocked. His thighs trembled on either side of his head.

He had no practice with this. It wasn't something he'd done before, and Corbin felt big in his mouth. It was a lot of focus he felt he was running on a limited supply of to not graze him with his teeth. To lave his tongue around the length of him, tasting him, doing all the things he'd imagined doing to a man with no name who always looked so suspiciously like Corbin in his fantasies.

Despite his utter lack of experience, it seemed to be doing the job. Corbin wasn't really moving much, either scared to thrust into his throat or having forgotten that was something he could do. Lucius did most of the work, neck straining at the angle.

Corbin wasn't quiet. It didn't even seem like he was trying to be. Sex, it seemed, made him honest. He said the things he wanted to say and made the noises he wanted to make.

It was the best thing Lucius had ever heard. 

His moans were picking up in pitch and volume. The tremble of his thighs were getting worse. He was getting there— Lucius was bringing him there— closer and closer with every swallow and suck. He nudged the tip of his tongue into the space just below the tip of him and Corbin hissed, hips jerking.

Lucius gagged, his stomach turning uneasily. It calmed quickly, though, and he was prepared to keep going until Corbin, abruptly, pulled out of his mouth and rolled off to the side.

They both breathed loudly. Lucius tried to puzzle over what had happened as he collected himself. Corbin had been about to come. He'd been so close, he was sure of it, only to cut his orgasm short before it could even have the chance to begin.

"Corby—"

"I didn't think you were gonna do it," Corbin panted. Lucius glanced down his body to see he was holding himself, running his hand up and down hard length slicked in spit. His grip was so loose it couldn't have felt like anything more than a tease. "God. I was just fucking with you—"

"You could've came down my throat," Lucius said, licking his lips. Already missing his taste. "I would've let you—"

"Lucy," Corbin hissed and his grip suddenly tightened like a vice around himself. His mouth fell open and his back arched. "Fuck. Shut up for a second."

Lucius moved, leaning over to kiss him. The angle was awkward, and neither of them had the focus necessary for it to be anything more than lips sliding together, saliva mixing between them. Lucius wondered if Corbin could taste himself on his tongue.

He got in between Corbin's legs again, taking in the glorious sight. He was straining against his stomach, so hard it looked like it hurt. Lucius touched his fingers to his hipbones and then slid them inward. He grabbed his balls first, weighing them in the palm of his hand. Rolling them and watching the way Corbin squirmed.

"Why are you holding off?" Lucius asked. "You can come if you want."

"Not yet," Corbin said, voice higher than his usual. He hissed again when Lucius knocked his hand away to take him in his own, pumping his fist up and down. "Lucius. Stop."

Lucius pulled his hand away immediately and waited. Watching Corbin's face as he fought to pull himself back from the edge. Self conscious to be watched, Corbin turned his face to the side, letting his hair fall with the movement, concealing his profile.

"Mm," Corbin hummed, low. "Take your clothes off. Rub off on me."