“I am always striving. I have to be if I’m going to be Mister Sebastian Youngblood.”
“And, what if I want to be Caleb Rush?”
Sebastian smiled and laughed with Caleb. “You can be whoever you want, and whatever you call yourself, as long as you call me husband.”
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Sebastian glanced up; his eyebrows signaled Caleb to keep pace. He’d been so anxious to have Caleb inside him he begged Caleb to stop rimming him earlier, partly because he didn’t want Caleb to overstrain his neck which was still sore, but mostly because he couldn’t wait to feel Caleb’s thrusting cock.