❝Mm.. Blaine.❞ he whispered in a moan as he felt the tickle of his fiance’s lips against him all while he remained to know there was a stiffness in his pants that couldn’t be ignored now that it had been started in the first place. That one little kiss through clothes was enough to assure Seb that he couldn’t ignore what was happening down there. It wasn’t an easy thing to do. Although the horror film was still playing, his attention had been turned completely to something else as fingers run through Blaine’s thick curls to grab lightly at a handful of hair. A heat began to shiver through his inner thighs as he began to wonder if this was all Blaine’s sneaky escape plan out of watching Halloween in the first place. Did Sebastian care at all? No. Now he just needed to have more, he would get more. The eerie music playing in the background almost perhaps intensified it for a reason. Hips push up just a little in a silent question of if he could truly have what he craved. ❝No stopping, baby. I need your mouth on me.❞ The other hand that wasn’t stroking Blaine’s hair shifted to grab his fiance’s hand and guide it to feel his erection through his jeans.
Sebastian’s voice tugs a groan from the pit of Blaine’s stomach as he squirms in closer pressing another series of soft kisses against the soft fabric of his fiance’s shirt. Noticing how Sebastian’s stomach caves as a mere peck through cotton sucks the breath out of him–Blaine can’t stop the devilish grin he hides by tipping his nose to touch where his kisses were peppered. He might not’ve started this as a diversion tactic to anyone other than himself. But he’d be hard pressed–no pun intended–to say he didn’t like where this was going. Much better than the blood bath going on behind them that he’d rather not think about. Not that his brain has a chance to focus on anything else as Sebastian takes a handful of his hair and pushes his hips up at the same time. “Sebastian,” he breathes over the small sliver of skin now revealed above his belt. His tongue teases along the pale line not lifting the hem or making any movement to bare more. If Sebastian is going to torture him? Blaine can and will torture back. “You do?” His eyes close as his hand is taken and guided to where Sebastian needs it most. Feeling how hard he is against his palm, thick lashes flutter as his eyes roll back behind his eyelids and his fingers curl down, squeezing him softly but not moving. “Then show me.”
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