please?

_{Somehow Sebastian knew Blaine wasn’t going to end up moving from the position. Hungry mouths met all so quickly, a small kiss shifting into lips hard against each others. A chill is sent down his back like a lightning rod ( A good one at that ) as the taste of fresh winter mint makes it’s way into his senses. Though his eyes are closed, they’re metaphorically being opened as a whole new far with Blaine is made. Sebastian kissed back with a fired up passion && with that came a whole new level of desire, as if in one second it all clicked together. Heavy movements of hands && lips were in sync between the two, like the universe had been trying to get them to touch for as long as time. It felt like a dream, it couldn’t be real. But Sebastian would let it happen without any hesitation at all, because he wanted this more than ever. Already he knew this would be the hookup he doesn’t regret. The walls of Blaine’s masked desires were opened now && Sebastian didn’t plan on closing them back up. As he felt the pressure of the other grinding against his erection, Sebastian lets out a low moan to match Blaine’s. That same moan that Blaine vocalized into his mouth drove Sebastian wild. The Warbler feels his instincts to take over heightening.}

_{Sebastian begins deepening the kiss && sliding the hand that stayed on Blaine’s thigh up until he was palming against Blaine’s dick to hear another moan. His other free hand moves upwards to the back of Blaine’s neck to pull him in closer. Never before has he kissed on the lips during a time like this, because intimacy often meant connected feelings. But the feelings were already there, they had been since Sebastian first laid eyes on Blaine. It finally felt right to kiss someone else, finally with his eyes closed. It was so worth the wait all this time, because now he could let himself sink into the bath of caress. He continues teasing the pressure of his hand in between Blaine’s legs, a groan let out. Sebastian can’t get enough, not yet.} 

Fingernails scraped over the rigid fabric of the rug they were sprawled out on top of as Sebastian’s hand drug up his thigh and began to rub against him. The bold move turned every ounce of self control Blaine was fighting so hard to keep topsey turvey and any hint of subtlety was as broken as his willpower to keep it.  This was no longer innocent–when was it?–and nothing he could escape from letting go and not caring how obvious it became that he was full of want and unravelling at breakneck speed.  Sebastian catching the back of his neck and pulling him close did nothing to muffle the sharp cry the last of his will being torn apart ripped out of him.  The barely there movements of his body turned into a writhing mess that desperately pushed back against the warmth of Sebastian’s hand.  Blaine’s mouth was frozen open and eyes wide but blind to anything in the room other than the mouth he was being guided towards so Sebastian could take over and deepen the kiss.  –Oh God, he was sunk and didn’t care. He’d drown if Sebastian would let him.–

Please let me.

What mystified Blaine was the last glimpse he saw before he squeezed his eyes shut. Sebastian with his eyes closed but somehow capable of looking so determined and as lost as he was with each deft shift of pressure over his zipper like Sebastian already knew exactly where to touch and where Blaine needed it most–almost.  As he drug his palms over the rug, one slid over to connect with Sebastian’s shoulder then down the side of his arm where it followed the long line of textured muscles and shifting tendons underneath his blazer. Lower.  Blaine’s hips hitched up to make room for one more hand.  If he’d just stop moving and grinding against him it’d be so much easier, but he couldn’t so Blaine didn’t force himself to.  An aria of moans that were once deep became high and if a whimper could ever be a beg for more?  This was how it would sound like coming from him, Blaine knew it. A thumb grazed the delicate skin lining Sebastian’s wrist but didn’t stop from joining the others as they trembled and guided the tips of Sebastian’s fingers to his belt buckle.  Inside of Sebastian’s mouth a, “P-Please.  Don’t stop.  I need you.  I need you so much it hurts,” that never would’ve seen the light of day echoed back into his own ears.  He shuddered all the way up his spine at how it sounded combined with their heavy breaths and the rustle of clothing and pressed Sebastian’s thumb harder against the metal.  –Want you so bad.–