Sean began to stir only a little way into Christian's words. His eyelids flickered, stayed closed, and he listened. It was visible that he could hear, that he was listening acutely, because Sean shuddered in Christian's grip; he shuddered, and arched just a little under the implication, because there was a filthy part of him that wanted to be owned so visibly, so absolutely, that craved the bonds of a relationship that everyone could see and nobody could question. A wedding ring was no different to a collar in that respect, but the thought of wearing Christian's...
God, the knowledge that he was on the edge of that; that crazy need, a power and a drive so out of control and yet so carefully checked. It was the excitement he'd always craved; it was why Sean was with him.
He opened his eyes, saw the wildness - saw Bateman, in Christian's eyes - and let out a shattered, wondering breath.
"Christian," and he licked his lips, leant up into the kiss, and just for a moment he imagined it, and a fresh shiver rolled through him, from Christian's biting kiss all the way down to the tips of his toes. His poor cock twitched, and it hurt like hell, but Sean smiled a blood-lined smile, and stared up at the other man, and then arched back over his knee, gathering the strength he needed to pull himself up. He came up with a heave, and a deep groan, and twisted, curling his arms around Christian's shoulders, draping across him.
He kissed his jaw, leant down to his neck, little soft kisses that purred down Christian's jaw and down his throat. Sean took in a breath that filled him, but his head was still spinning. He'd damn well fainted. Come and fainted, like a blushing virgin.
This man drove him fucking crazy.
"Then you'd better not stay longer than six days," he murmured, with a little purr. "Six days," he whispered, again. "Longer than we've ever had together, but not so long that you get bored." His smirk lacked a lot of energy--he was exhausted.
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God, the knowledge that he was on the edge of that; that crazy need, a power and a drive so out of control and yet so carefully checked. It was the excitement he'd always craved; it was why Sean was with him.
He opened his eyes, saw the wildness - saw Bateman, in Christian's eyes - and let out a shattered, wondering breath.
"Christian," and he licked his lips, leant up into the kiss, and just for a moment he imagined it, and a fresh shiver rolled through him, from Christian's biting kiss all the way down to the tips of his toes. His poor cock twitched, and it hurt like hell, but Sean smiled a blood-lined smile, and stared up at the other man, and then arched back over his knee, gathering the strength he needed to pull himself up. He came up with a heave, and a deep groan, and twisted, curling his arms around Christian's shoulders, draping across him.
He kissed his jaw, leant down to his neck, little soft kisses that purred down Christian's jaw and down his throat. Sean took in a breath that filled him, but his head was still spinning. He'd damn well fainted. Come and fainted, like a blushing virgin.
This man drove him fucking crazy.
"Then you'd better not stay longer than six days," he murmured, with a little purr. "Six days," he whispered, again. "Longer than we've ever had together, but not so long that you get bored." His smirk lacked a lot of energy--he was exhausted.