He looked at Dylan, who had finished undressing, and immediately turned his gaze away.
"When you said you wanted to bathe, I didn't think you meant stripping completely in front of me, you brat," Sebastian said, keeping his eyes elsewhere.
"Please… carry me to the bathroom."
"What?"
Does this boy even know what he's doing to me? Sebastian thought, swallowing hard.
Slowly, he turned back, heat rushing to his face. The sight before him was enough to make him lose control and pounce on him if he let himself.
For someone still trying to understand, perhaps even accept his sexuality, Dylan's presence was far too tempting. Still, Sebastian held himself back.
