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possessively across his chest, the rush of desire was nearly overwhelming.
    Whatever this game was, whatever the stakes, Sebastian was going to play it out.
    His nerve nearly failed him as the stranger fumbled with his waistband and tugged his breeches down, baring his ass. He whimpered, half fear, half desire, and was rewarded with a low chuckle.
    “Impatient. I like that.” The stranger’s hand slid across Sebastian’s hip, warm and rough on his bare skin. Sebastian bit back a groan, pressing into the touch, and the stranger slowly reached lower, until his fingers were exploring the edge of Sebastian’s pubic hair.
    Sebastian thought he might explode. His cock pulsed with need, his balls throbbed full and tight, and his breath came in ragged and uneven gasps. He wanted to beg, to demand, but he couldn’t find his voice. All he could do was buck erratically against the teasing, stroking hand.
    At last the caressing fingers were on his cock, light at first, stroking so lightly Sebastian wondered if he was imagining it. And then at last the hand engulfed him, firm and strong, shaping his length, molding his pleasure. Sebastian laid his hands flat against the wall, leaned into the strength of the arm across his chest, and gave himself over to the stranger’s will.
    In moments strong feelings were upon him, building inside him. He filled his lungs to cry out and was suddenly pressed against the wall. The arm across his chest was gone and in its place, a hand covered his mouth, firm and final. Sebastian gasped against its restraint, then groaned as the stranger pressed hard against his ass, driving him forward into the compelling, stroking hand.
    A tide of pleasure rose in him, an unstoppable wave that ripped his senses apart. His knees gave out, and dimly he knew strong arms about his chest, holding him up, the comfort and heat of the man at his back, supporting him. He tried to breathe deep, to focus, to think, but all that came to him was the warm thrill of pleasure through his veins, and the magic, compelling heat of the man who held him.
    “Are you ready to play?”
    Sebastian blinked, awareness returning in full as the deep velvet voice brought his senses back to life. “Play?” he asked thickly. “What are the stakes?”
    The stranger chuckled. “I like you, my friend. I like you very much.” He pushed and Sebastian stumbled forward, catching himself against the wall.
    “Very nice,” the stranger observed, his voice dropping lower. He placed a hand in the center of Sebastian’s back. Sebastian gasped, then stumbled as his legs were pushed apart by a well-placed knee.
    He made to struggle, but his knee-breeches held him prisoner and the hand on his back made it impossible to straighten up. “Please,” he gasped again, frightened.
    “New to the game? Don’t fear.” His captor leaned close, voice soft in Sebastian’s ear. “You know you want this: it’s why you came. Don’t throw in your hand or you’ll regret it.”
    Sebastian shuddered, but something in the smooth, deep voice was oddly reassuring. He gave in and submitted to the pressure of the hand on his back. “That’s better,” the stranger whispered, and nipped his ear.
    Another jolt of pleasure fired through Sebastian, reigniting the ache in his loins. The stranger chuckled, then pressed two fingers against Sebastian’s lips imperiously. Sebastian opened his mouth and closed his eyes, surprised and a little unsure as the fingers slid between his lips.
    Sebastian could taste his own cream on the thick fingers, and with it the smell of his own musk. His body responded unbidden and as the ache inside him intensified, he sucked at the stranger’s fingers, finding their movement inside his mouth strangely comforting. It felt so good that he barely noticed the first cool touch of liquid between his cheeks.
    Then it came again, a strange sensation that started goosebumps up Sebastian’s back. He jerked away, suddenly realizing he was no longer