St. Sebastian lifts his head to stare at her, his chest seizing fast and urgent under Auden’s foot. “f**k,” he groans, head falling back. “Both. Both please.”
Poe gives Auden a look, which Auden returns as smugly as possible. They’d taken bets earlier on what Saint would choose and Poe thought he’d only want a blowjob. Auden knew better. Poe’s body inspires desperation, it calls to gluttony; a person looks at her and needs to do everything, taste everything, feel everything. Of course, St. Sebastian would pick both.
“Start with your mouth,” Auden tells her. “Go slow.”
St. Sebastian’s eyes are dark mirrors reflecting back the sunset as Poe unbuckles him, unzips him, and finally exposes his erection. He rolls under Auden’s foot, hissing a little as Poe gives him a long, hot strip
