Page 67 of Clean Finish

“Sure.” I automatically started to reach for his hand, then pulled back and gestured at the staircase. “After you.”

“Thanks.” He gave me a nervous smile and turned.

I stared at his long legs, then his wings as I followed him up the stairs. They were beautiful. Smaller than a lot of other adult fae, but he’d told me once that they were still growing, that he was a late bloomer. Affection tightened my chest.

Larkin suddenly stopped on the stairs, peering at a framed photo hung on the wall. “Is this your family?”

I halted on the step below him and had to stop myself from wrapping an arm around his waist and resting my chin on his shoulder. “Yep, that’s them.”

“Your dad looks kinda gnarly. In a good way. Like a lumberjack.”

I chuckled. “He’s always had a big beard and long hair. There’s a lot more salt and pepper in both now, though.”

“You definitely look like him. Behind the beard, I mean. But you have your mom’s eyes.” Larkin glanced back at me and flushed. “They’re a cool colour. Like, um, honey or something. I dunno.”

I smiled. “Thanks.”

“Your mom is tiny. I never would’ve guessed that. And blonde.” He peered closer at the picture, grinning. “Your sisters look more like her.”

“They do. But Maeve is pretty tall, like me and Dad. Polly is a pipsqueak like Mom.”

“I’ll show you pics of my family too.” He turned eagerly on the stairs to face me, then paused and glanced back at the landing behind him. “Um, later, I mean. After…”

I smiled at him. “Alright. I’d like that.”

He didn’t move, nibbling his lower lip as he stared at me. Then his gaze drifted down to my mouth, and I saw his throat bob.

“Seb.” He swallowed again, a blush creeping up his neck. “Can we… Could we…”

“You can do whatever you want, Larkin,” I told him steadily, but my entire body was tensing in anticipation.

He fidgeted, tucking his hands back into the sleeves of his sweater, then wet his lips as he hesitantly raised his arms and wrapped them around my neck. My heart thudded hard when he leaned in, his breaths growing shallower, and kissed me sweetly.

I held back the desperate groan that wanted to escape. God, this was the most wonderful torture. It’s just practice for him. It’s just practice. Don’t read into it.

My hands crept under his baggy sweater to slide up his lower back. He tensed for a moment, then relaxed and sank his tongue into my mouth. I met it eagerly, angling my head to get deeper, which made him let out a tiny sound against my lips.

The kiss quickly grew heated and feverish. Larkin pressed himself closer, and I had to stiffen my legs so I didn’t tip backwards and break my neck on the stairs. Dropping one more slow kiss on his mouth, I pulled back and rasped, “Should we get off the stairs?”

He nodded immediately, shallow breaths hitting my mouth and cheek, before he removed his arms and turned to keep going, almost stumbling in his haste.

“Door on the left,” I said quickly, following right behind him. My cock was already tenting the front of my loose shorts.

I’d left my bedside lamp on just in case, but Larkin didn’t even take a second to look around. The moment we were both in my bedroom, he turned, still breathing fast, and flung his arms back around my neck to tug me down and crush his mouth to mine. I plunged my tongue inside hungrily and wrapped my arms around him tight, then bent to band them under his ass and lift him up.

“Mmm.” His mouth grew more eager and frantic, long legs twining around my waist.

I carried him across the room and lowered him onto the bed, trying not to think too hard about what was actually happening. Larkin was on my bed. Kissing me. His stiff cock was straining within his jeans, rubbing against my thigh.

I’d jerked off countless times, right here, to fantasies that had started just like this.

I was already desperate to get him naked, but I didn’t want to make him feel too vulnerable or overly exposed, so after giving him one more long kiss, I sat up and pulled down my shorts first, lifting my knees one at a time to get them off. Larkin swallowed around his panting breaths, his eyes locking on my jutting cock. He reached down and shoved his sweater out of the way to fumble with the button on his jeans.

I helped him, lowering his zipper before curling my fingers under the waistband. When he lifted his hips, I tugged his jeans down and shuffled back to get them over his feet. The outline of his hard cock was clearly visible through his grey boxer briefs, so I briefly rubbed my palm over it, which made him gasp and clutch at the sheets.

When I slid both hands up his sides, rucking up his sweater, he sat up quickly to yank it off. The moment his head was free, I leaned in and kissed him again, gently pushing him back down onto the mattress.

He kissed me back with sweet eagerness, his ankles hooking around the backs of my thighs and knees pressing into my sides. Lowering my hips, I dragged my bare cock against his covered one as I dipped my tongue into his mouth.