***Mark's POV***

It's Sunday evening. A beautiful day was spent walking through Central Park, kissing on the sidewalks and eating the food from those suspect roach coaches (street vendors).

This weekend flew by in a blink of an eye. Who would have thought meeting a stranger in a bar could spawn the most beautiful moments? I wouldn't have.

Every minute with Sebastian was a Catch 22. I enjoyed the moments. However, I knew goodbye was only hours away. I lived here in Manhattan and worked here as well. Sebastian was a model. His life was full of adventure. Those adventures lead him away from me.

I realize I sound like a love sick puppy. The truth is, I'm not sure what I am. In this moment, I am captivated. The stunning man that currently has me in his embrace has given me tunnel vision.

We lay in my bed and cuddle. I wouldn't say I am a cuddler. Up until this weekend, I was a hump and dump type of manwhore. Something about Sebastian makes me see unwritten pages of a book I am dying to get published.

His hands are wrapped in my hair, softly pulling my strands between his fingers. Randomly, he bends down to place chaste kisses to my head. His warm breath caresses my flesh in a heat of satisfaction.

"What city will you be in next?" I cooly ask the sexy god who holds me.

"It depends on my next assignment." Sebastian explains.

"Do you travel a lot?" I question.

"Sometimes I stay for a week, a month even six. It's written into whichever contracts that are presented to me." He softly clarifies.

"Will your family be mad that you didn't spend time with them this trip?" I ask guiltily. I was a stranger and I had interrupted his life.

"Actually, I was supposed to leave Saturday morning. I had already seen them. I rescheduled my flight." Sebastian confesses and a warm heat floods my cheeks.

"God I wish we had more time." I almost whine.

"Me too." Sebastian whispers. The timber in his voice sounds haunted.

"Don't be upset. We can see each other again." I promise. I really wanted to see him again.

"I'm not sure." Sebastian tightens his grip around my shoulder and pulls me closer by my hip.

"Don't be so pessimistic." I laugh. He acts like this is the end of the world.

Sebastian sighs deeply and lifts my chin so that I am looking him in his eyes. We stare at one another for a few moments. Blue on blue. He leans down and captures my lips in a kiss.

I sigh in content as his supple lips mold around my own. He cups my face and pulls me to him. I straddle his lap and wrap my arms around his neck. My fingers trace the curve of his shoulders.

He deepens the kiss and I can feel an air of desperation in it. He steals my breath and exchanges it for his own supply. Our tongues manipulate each other and I groan in desire.

From my compromising position in his lap, I feel that both of our bodies are reacting in lust. His hard member is pressing against my ass thru his boxers. My stiffened cock is testing the thread count in my jockeys.

Without my consent, my hips rut against the tight wall of threaded muscles on his stomach. He grabs my ass and shifts me against him. His hands are large and I moan at the kneading motion of his fingers.

When soft purrs slip thru my lips, Sebastian jerks his hips into my ass and I almost cum from the titillating friction. I whimper in need. My cries don't fall on deaf ears.

"May I?" Sebastian pants out as he flips us over. I lay beneath him in a dazed frenzy of want.

"Yes." I whisper.

Sebastian hooks his thumbs in my underwear and slides them seductively down my hips. I lift my hips so the material can free itself from my cheeks.

I was naked. I was with a man. My body was hard for Sebastian.

"Fuck." Sebastian groans as his teeth pierce his lower lip.

"Mark. God. You are fucking sexy." Sebastian speaks above me as he closes his eyes briefly and breathes slowly.

"Take yours off." I plead.

Sebastian wastes no time discarding his boxers into the air.

I look down at his throbbing cock. Thick, long and hard. The precum glistens at the slit. I lick my lips and circle my hips beneath him.

He grabs my legs and wraps them around his waist. He pulls me into his lap as he sits up on his knees. He walks us thru the bed and against the headboard. His hands cup my ass the entire time.

When my back hits the high head board, Sebastian pins my arms beside my head and begins kissing my jaw. His precum leaks onto my abdomen and trickles down the defined lines of my eight pack.

The erotic trail the semen leaves behind has my own dick leaking profusely.

When Sebastian kiss my lips again, the pace is slow and draws deep moans from the base of my throat.

He softly rolls the flesh of my neck between his satin lips as his hips move slow and firm against my own. While a portion, a large one, of me wanted to quicken the pace, I let Sebastian lay our course.

His hands find their way into my hair. He maneuvers my head into any position he needs. My body folds like clay in the potter's gentle hands.

He traces my jaw with his fingertips before laying a scorching path of fiery kisses to it. His hips never quicken and do not slow down. The feeling of raw, flesh to flesh contact is debilitating. The sultry dance we create is building a slow burning inferno in my lap.

Sebastian's lips find my chest and my head lulls back against the headboard. My most sensitive spaces are accessible to only him. His tongue licks a trail over my collarbone. I moan embarrassingly loud.

Sebastian's hands massage my skin before kisses replace each touch. I am a canvas of responsive nerves. Every fragment of my soul is exposed for the artist.

When his lips fit into mine again, I relish the soft velvet of his tongue as he laps at my orifice. The kiss is sensual and searing. I feel like he has opened the portal to my secrets.

Our bodies collide again and again in a passionate display of tandem. The sexy God of Desire left no inch of flesh unscathed as his fingers explore my skin. My body breaks apart in his limbs and simultaneously fuses back together more whole.

I kiss Sebastian's neck and nip his taut skin as I leave trails of hickeys in my wake. He tastes like sugar and sweat. The flavor erupts on my tongue and causes scandalous sounds of pleasure to vibrate against my lips.

I wrap my arms around his waist, drawing circles on his back as our hips grind together. Our cocks brush roughly against one another in affliction. He loops his arms under my own and his hands hold my neck into his chest. Our bodies are twisted into a threaded tapestry.

I nestle into the crook of his neck with soft deep kisses being laid upon his flesh. We encompass our bodies into a cocoon of intense cuddling while our pricks stroke against each other.

The pressure to cum becomes deliriously unbearable. My body is aching with need. I latch my mouth onto Sebastian's earlobe. I breathe my desire down the side of his neck.

With absolutely no warning, our bodies explode into ropes of white cum that land on our chests. We pant and silently beg for air. Sebastian tightens his hold on me as he lays kisses on my temple.

I hold the precious man against me. The cooling semen is lazily sliding down our chests. I find my eyes closing on their own accord as exhaustion washes over me.

Sebastian untangles our limbs and pulls me towards the shower. Once the temperature is set, we both get under the spray of the shower head. Sebastian fills his hand with my all in one shampoo/body wash. He works his hands thru my hair, down my body and over my face. He gently rinses me under the cascade of water.

I fill my hands with the same wash and take care of Sebastian the way he just spoiled me. When we are both rinsed, Sebastian turns the water warmer and holds me under the waterfall above us. He cradles my head like I am fragile. He seems like he may break.

As the water is turned off, I open the door and grab two towels. I wrap one around my waist and the other around his hips.

We walk to the bed, drop the towels and lay down. Sebastian pulls me to his chest and his hands work their way up and down my side. I cuddle against him and breathe in the clean scent of me that he is bathed in.

We fall asleep nestled against one another. The position is one I have grown fond of this weekend. Forever would never be long enough at this rate.

<<<<<<<

I wake to a soft kiss being pushed against my lips. I smile into Sebastian's mouth before realizing our time is now gone. I move to sit up, but Sebastian pulls the blankets around me and kisses my forehead instead.

"It's 4:30 am. Go back to sleep baby." He whispers into my skin.

"I'm going to miss you so fucking much." I confess in a whimper.

"I will most definitely miss you." He confirms.

He sits beside me and runs his fingers thru my hair. His soft fingertips massage my head. His body presses lightly against my own. I hum in delight.

My body fights my purpose. I want to wake, walk him to the door and say goodbye properly.  I actually don't want to say goodbye at all.

But, Sebastian seems intent on me keeping my own bed warm.

He peppers my face in kisses before burying his head in my neck again.

He leans down and kisses me so softly that my mouth falls open in a purr. His tongue slides into my mouth and body relaxes under his delicious assault.

When he pulls back, he kisses my forehead. Then he kisses both cheeks. He places a peck on my nose. Then he kisses me once, twice and finally three times on my lips.

He slowly lifts from the bed as he blows me a final kiss. My heart flutters in warmth. I melt into my pillow as he takes hesitant steps towards my bedroom door. A warm grin spreads across my lips.

He pulls the door as he walks out of my room. I listen as he makes his final steps out of my sight.

"Goodbye to you, Mark Fletcher." I hear him whisper. "I could have loved you so fucking hard."

My eyes close as his words drift like snowflakes in the winter air. Nothing registers as sleep consumes me.

Suddenly, I jump from my bed as the weight of Sebastian's final lines settle into my brain. I run towards my front door and rush down the steps to the streets outside my building.

I stand there, looking into the empty roads. He already left. He never gave me his number. I fucking lost him. My head hangs low as a shiver runs thru my spine.

I will find you again one day Sebastian Royals.

I make a promise to myself.

I will not let go.

I walk to the elevator and get in. My heart is heavy. I feel empty.

When I lay in my bed, I smell him. I feel his warmth. I already miss him.

I sigh at my loss.