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.–
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.
Getting lost in the stare they held was so effortlessly easy. It took a single blink && all too quickly it was as if getting trapped in those hazel irises was inflicted by a force. Perhaps a force called chemistry. Sebastian liked to think he could look deeper in those eyes && find a glimpse of something he’s never seen before. Blaine always surprised him, && even more so as he watched Blaine progress through what once was awkward but now felt right. Sebastian didn’t except Blaine’s hands to move where they did; usually a move Sebastian would try to make. It slid from the shoulder to the cheek && before he could process the amount of body contact Blaine was giving, it trailed closer to his lips that he had just licked a few seconds prior to. When the touch was shifted to the corner of his mouth, Sebastian’s eyes flickered downwards to lightly glance at where his fingers were before returning back to the stare. He gives the signature smirk, hands slowly sliding down Blaine’s sides until he stopped himself at his waist.
❛ No worries, killer… ❜ he reassures cheekily, voice projecting smoothly && nonchalantly. The groan that came from Blaine caused Sebastian to develop a rush of thoughts, without realizing beginning to move one of his hands to Blaine’s thigh. Sebastian couldn’t describe it in his head as anything but sexy. Before realizing, he felt a sensation southwards. His cheeks became warm, hoping to god that a blush wasn’t visible. That would be a disaster in his opinion. Sebastian could feel his cock harden the longer the weight of Blaine pushed against him; an unintended tease in itself. Sebastian bites down on his bottom lip, wondering if Blaine could feel it or not. ❛ ———Looks like I’m enjoying your company more than I thought I was. ❜
A starstuck look of awe kept Blaine’s mouth slack until he tugged his bottom lip up. He bit down hard. After a drag of his tongue over the drying strip of skin thanks to the deep but quick breaths. Only a few more seconds of getting lost Sebastian’s stare turned them desperate pants spurned on by the clutching of his stomach. Not that he’d complain about the sensation. It was overwhelming and everything he imagined–and there were plenty of times–getting lost in that endless sea of green, the sensation of long fingers sliding down his sides and the warmth of Sebastian’s body would be like. Every inch of him that was empty and put on ignore for months came to life underneath the spell he was falling into. Too fast, too deep. No. Perfectly fast and deep enough to make him feel alive. Blaine’s breath shuddered across Sebastian’s mouth–mint and coffee–as he watched him look towards the thumb that twitched an explorative touch along the edge of his lip. He was so wrapped up in what he was doing that when Sebastian smirked, he mirrored it with a softer version and didn’t notice.
No worries? Sebastian was wrong. Blaine had plenty to worry about. Like how encaptured he was getting and how with an inch closed between them he’d be able to taste the lips that his fingertips refused to lift from. Sebastian’s blush–yes, he noticed that as well as something else that was impossible to ignore–only made the urge even harder to resist. Now he was so close to them that when Sebastian finished whispering he could feel them tenderly brush together. Speaking only made it worsebetter. “——I should get up,” he repeated out loud. Once again doing quite the opposite as his knees shifted apart far enough he removed any doubt that he was just as affected as Sebastian. The ache in him built up the need for any kind of friction he could get. He just happened to find it perfectly against Sebastian’s length. The drag backwards created by a lift of his hips and a parting of his thighs pushed every ounce of air out of his lungs, lashes fluttering as his eyes rolled back underneath them. When their lips met, Blaine didn’t have it in him to not feed Sebastian a moan. Fireworks of every color exploded behind clamped lids. He was starving by the time he hungrily sought out Sebastian’s tongue and kissed him as deeply as he secretly craved for so–damn–long. Especially after the first time Sebastian kissed him. Now there was no holding back. Why there ever was before? Suddenly Blaine couldn’t think of why. Or think at all. Not when he was subtly rolling his hips and grunting into a mouth that eagerly took in every noise he made.
The way Blaine stuttered was somehow so attractive, like he was nervous from admitting to feeling the same. At least that is what Sebastian convinced himself to be true. A small side smirk grows on his face. “ Cat got your tongue? Or maybe it’s just that you don’t know what to say—- “ Holding his cell phone between his shoulder && his ear, he reaches to slip off his hoodie, only to leave Sebastian in a tank top. If asked, he would claim that he had done this before, or that he was immensely experienced in the art of phone sex. But the truth was that he was new to this. Sebastian could use his smooth way with words to his advantage to make it seem as if he was an expert.
All he knew was that he couldn’t get his hopes up yet. Sebastian often used his sex appeal as his worth due to others never appreciating anything else about him, && he was afraid that he was way in over his head. Maybe Blaine would refuse && hang up, never talk to him again. But none the less, desire ran high on this night in particular && he didn’t allow his head to trail too far off before he was speaking into the phone again. The same purred tone of lust that he had an ability to naturally display. “ You don’t have to say anything, Blaine. Just think about how badly I want to hear you moan my name && we can start from there… “
After the dawning realization of the real reason why Sebastian was on the other end of the line purring into his ear hit home, Blaine felt his stomach tie in knots and he’d be lying if he said it was in an unpleasant way. He tried so hard not to let the sound of his next breath leaving him in a groan make it past the fist he’d balled up and put between his mouth and the phone. They talked about this. Blaine warned him that this conversation would never happen. Yet, days later..here they were. He should have known better. Maybe part of him did. That part that made his limbs tingle and a heat pool in his stomach. Both of which he tried his damnedest to ignore as he scooted around on the bed inching towards the edge. One foot touched down on the floor and came to a stop. “No, I don’t..I..” His toes lifted up, his leg bent back and he froze in place as a shudder ran up his spine. “We talked about this,” his throat was so dry that he had to lick his lips and the roof of his mouth before he could fully speak. “I told you I can’t,” his rushed whisper was a borderline plea.
The problem? He wasn’t sure what he was begging for anymore. Not as his brain spun in a whirl and he felt the sheets against his neck and the backs of his arms before he realized he’d laid back down again. Where did the last ten seconds go? They were wrapped up in Sebastian’s voice as he drew a whimper from Blaine that no hand could muffle.
A pained expression shut his eyes tight as he tried to forget about feeling every word Sebastian whispered when so much of him ached to listen. He tightened his grip on the phone with one hand and palmed over his mouth with the other. Where were his wits now that he needed a comeback to stop this before it got out of control? One pause, one breath. Or press of his finger and he could shut this down. Which was exactly what he needed to do. He almost did. Almost didn’t count the groan that escaped came out unfiltered. Blaine pressed his hips back against the mattress as one part of him that was heard in the way he spoke said even if he whispered, “You do realize what you’re asking me? That I won’t be able to take this back,” was nothing but an obvious disclaimer. A way for the side of him that knew this should stop to voice one last flimsy protest against the other half that had him grabbing a fistful of his shirt. A reaction that exposed a burning strip of skin above his waistband to cool it off. It, also, meant he was clinging onto his phone and to the voice on the other end of the line. Maybe just long enough to hear, just once, the opposite of what Sebastian’s request–his name moaned from Sebastian’s mouth–might sound like. If he kept control? It wasn’t going past the point he couldn’t take it back. Not yet.
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