The Queer Principles of Kit Webb

by Cat Sebastian

Kit thrust back, groaning and swearing. “Wait,” he said, and turned around so his back was to Percy, his hands braced on the wall. “Fuck me,” he said, his voice raspy and ragged. “Please.” It was the please that did Percy in. He very much had his heart and other parts set on getting fucked this evening, but who was he to deny a politely phrased request, especially one delivered by a gorgeous man with his breeches around his thighs. “You certain?” Percy asked, thinking of Kit’s leg. “Christ. Please. Can’t stop thinking about it,” Kit said, sounding desperate. “Oil’s in the cupboard by the door.” Percy threw open the cupboard, uncorking the bottle with an overheated hand. He returned to Kit, crowding him against the wall. He let his cock slide against Kit’s arse as he kissed Kit’s neck. He was rapidly becoming obsessed with Kit’s neck. “Like this?” Percy asked. “If you don’t stop asking questions and fuck me, I’m never speaking to you again,” Kit said, pressing back against Percy. “All right,” Percy laughed. “Calm down.” He poured some oil onto his palm and slicked up his fingers. Once again kissing Kit’s throat, he slid his fingers along the crease of Kit’s arse, lingering over his puckered entrance. Kit swore and rested his forehead against the wall. “Please,” he said, and Percy breached him with the tip of a finger. Lord, the man was tight. Percy couldn’t press in any further, let alone add a second finger. “Let me in,” Percy said, and Kit’s only response was some garbled...