text — blaine ; At least we both very much lived to tell the tale. text — blaine ; Which is mostly casual. text — blaine ; I mean, we have fun. But it’s really more of a friends with benefits type of situation. text — blaine ; Mainly involving the likes of Downton Abbey.
( mssg » kurt | sent ) So.. You’re not exclusive? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Friends with benefits..? ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Ah! Downton Abbey! I’ve kind of fallen behind.
a plot where the muses are best friends with obvious sexual tension but they’ve never done anything about it until one night they’re watching movies together like they always do and their hands accidentally touch and muse a just so happens to notice that it makes muse b blush and of course they start being cocky and teasing muse b endlessly like “really THAT’S enough to make you blush wow” and then it becomes a personal goal of muse a’s to see what else makes muse b blush and so muse a puts a hand on muse b’s leg like “does this make you blush” and muse b keeps ignoring them so it gradually gets worse and muse a starts kissing their neck and maybe even slips a hand between muse b’s thighs like “what about this” and it’s just ! lots of tension and teasing and :~)
I know exactly what I’m asking you, && I know you wanna have fun with me, Blaine. Nobody has to know, regret free. It will be our dirty little secret. Just you && me, sexy.
❜
he whispers back, tongue sliding across his lips as his hand runs up his chest slowly, feeling his skin && fantasizing the touch was from no other than Blaine Anderson himself. A moment of silence passed before he smirks, knowing the silence was because of what he had just said. Sebastian loved shocking people into not being able to speak at all.
❛
After tonight? I’ll pretend like it never even happened. My lips will be sealed, free of charge. Unless you count making me cum as a fair trade… ❜
he wished that he didn’t have to add the part about him pretending like it never even happened afterwards. Sebastian wished that in some perfect world they could have phone sex && be able to remember it && talk about it afterwards, but Sebastian knew Blaine wasn’t openly into him.
He knew that a happy ending just wasn’t how his life worked out, && if he had to take the bittersweet version of things, he gladly would. He would take the best he could get with Blaine because as long as it meant spending time with him, it was more than good enough. It wouldn’t have mattered if it was phone sex or not, but phone sex was a way to be bold. Boldness was always something Sebastian used to get Blaine’s attention. Sebastian just happened to be beyond hot && bothered for Blaine since they first met. Sebastian wanted this, he wanted it now. Maybe Blaine would realize how amazing it feels to drown in all of the attention Sebastian has to offer for just a moment. Even if it was a fluke moment of intimacy && never being able to experience it again, it was a risk he would take.
Of course Sebastian knew what he was asking Blaine to do and Blaine knew he didn’t care either. His whisper rose goosebumps along Blaine’s arms, legs. A heavy sigh broke apart and turned into a whimper left his lip that the back of Blaine’s hand lingering there did nothing to hide. “After tonight? You promise? Not a word–” His bargaining was cut short by a gasp at a mention of ‘fair trade’ that had his pulse so fast and hard that he felt turned upside down. Like he could even pretend he had a leg to stand on anymore. If he did it was barely doing it’s job as his fingertips grazed over that newly exposed skin above his waistband and he felt his body give into a chilled shudder. More pinpricks of rose in their wake along Blaine’s stomach as a heat pooled inside to contrast it so much that he squirmed and glanced down. “Oh God–,” he mumbled softly trying to get control of his tongue to speak raggedly into the phone. “Yeah. I think that’s fair–,” Blaine had to cough or choke so he picked the first one just to clear his voice. Trying to ground himself–this was for Sebastian not him–was a huge failure. Suddenly, he wanted it to be about him, too. He knew his resolve was broken and blamed it on not being prepared. Sebastian always required a certain amount of carefulness when he dealt with him. This phone call gave him no time to plant his feet firmly in the ground he knew he’d have his footing on tested repeatedly by the boy on the other end of the line because that’s just how he worked. How they worked.
The bulge in his underwear begged for relief but he was supposed to be keeping control of himself. Not hesitating his touch just shy of the curve along his hip that his whole body pulled his attention towards–physically–. Sebastian had all the rest and wasn’t going to lose it any time soon. His hand wasn’t supposed to be where it was in the first place. It was. He kept quiet about it but he wanted it there and wanted it to move underneath the elastic hem of his pants and boxers. A notion that happened as he thought it and imagined what Sebastian looked and what he was doing to himself knowing that he was the reason for Sebastian being such a mess of want. What he found when he dipped it inside them and curled his fingers instinctively around was proof that he didn’t want to stop. He knew he should stop. He was awful for not stopping. But he only squeezed tighter and breathed heavier, wetter with an open mouth and lungs desperate for air. Sebastian stole his breath many more times than just this once for many different reasons. Some that had him in this position–laid back in his sheets, grinding against his palm and panting a name through them, “Sebastian,” the sound that accompanied it was a pitch reserved for the private audience of one–himself–and never once did someone else hear that desperation in his voice. Blaine was beet red down to his neck, chewing on his lips furiously but stopped just to whisper. “I have no idea what I’m doing here–but I don’t want to stop,” he rushed out the words in a hush before he could think them over and lose the nerve.
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