( mssg » marisol | sent ) Hey, sweetheart. I was curious if you’ve heard from your Dad lately? He was supposed to be on his way home a couple of hours ago and isn’t here yet. I might be worrying too much. Could be a dead phone and traffic. Let me know anyway? Love you.
“—What does it look like I’m doing? I’m packing, I’m moving out. I’m moving in with some friends.”
“Alright–I know what you’re doing. I guess that was the wrong question to ask. What I’d like to know is what brought this on and why you think this is remotely close to okay?”
❝No. That would be the day that I disown the holiday all together. People are always trying to move so quick. I only get one night in October to terrorize people acceptably but YET I’m being taunted with Christmas music before December even starts? This isn’t a democracy.❞
“Weird. I didn’t know you limited terrorizing people to one night a year. Isn’t every day acceptable in your eyes? You know I’m going to hold you to that statement now? That means no more torturing poor RACHEL at any chance you get. Are you telling me putting up Christmas lights on the balcony was a bad idea?
—Just kidding. I know better. Don’t look at me like that!”
❝God, today was irritating. The office was playing Christmas music. Christmas music. Can you believe that? First off, it’s not December yet and that’s not even where it stops. Went to the store on my way home to pick up dog food and there was Christmas music playing in THERE too. What’s wrong with people, Blaine??❞
“And so it begins. Our annual Sebastian pre-Thanksgiving ‘Why is Christmas happening when we haven’t even cut up the damn turkey’ rant. I think you need to accept the fact that Christmas is getting earlier and earlier every year. Before you know it–heaven forbid–we might start seeing reindeer in July. Wouldn’t that be a complete NIGHTMARE?”
The kiss to the corner of his mouth causes Sebastian to feel a WARMTH all through his body. The relationship they had was like no other, and in times like this where every small gesture of affection means EVERYTHING, he can’t help but stop and smile as he stares down at Blaine. Beautiful hazel eyes. He is everything he could ever ask for in a lover and MORE. Blaine stops time for him. Every time he looks at him it’s still a shock and a loss for air. Here he is as his dom but yet he’s becoming weak from just looking at him. The only lover he would ever and has ever wanted. They belonged to each other but in times like this? Blaine was HIS. His sub that he held so close to his heart. Looking down at the way his lover is clinging to him, Sebastian’s smile turns into a grin. ❝ Does my good boy want to earn a reward? ❞ he grins, humming and pulling at Blaine’s collar lightly so he can press a KISS to his lips and move kisses from his lips to his jawline. ❝ Rewards require well-behaved actions, Blaine. Are you going to show me how well-behaved you are?? ❞
Not close enough. Sebastian was still too far away. And when they both notice–because Blaine’s gaze follows his Sir’s no matter where it might go–that Blaine’s hands are held tight to Sebastian’s leg? He barely has time to inch closer before the question parts his lips to breathe out a quiet groan. “Yes. Please Let me,” he pleads around the tug that brings his thigh pressed to his Sir’s and a desperate grip shifts from legs to shoulders where he can uncurl his fingers just enough that their tips graze over the nape of a pale throat. Every kiss is savored. They taste like the the last ghosts of wine and chocolate strawberries they had for dessert and mint toothpaste that pleasantly mixes into the flavor. Fingernails pinch into warm skin as the kisses move along his jaw but he fights the want to stay still do they don’t stop to nod and pull back far enough that their eyes can meet again. Blown pupils stare into his Sir’s and he licks his lips. “I’ll show you..” Without any further prompting needed–Blaine moves along the edge of the bed. Once there, the carpet is rough and nothing like the rugs at home against his knees but it’ll do. A brow quirks up in silent question. Was this on the road to well-behaved enough?
❝ Maybe so – but either way it doesn’t even matter anymore because you’re becoming mine as we speak, baby. ❞ he replies with voice full of a deep CRAVING, eyes on fire as a hand reaches to caress up Blaine’s shoulder and on his neck. Fingers wrapping around olive skin that was missing a collar on it (not for long). The mere TEASE of a choke but he doesn’t add any pressure. Sebastian leans in and he’s pressing a kiss to Blaine’s cheek before the leather is moving from his one hand to being tightened and buckled around his lover’s neck. The exact amount of tightness that he knows he likes. Sebastian looks him over with the collar now on his neck and GRINS at him. He’s just so incredibly beautiful and there will never be a day where Sebastian finds himself becoming immune to it. Seeing his fiance fall into sub space was always an amazing experience. ❝ Mmm, there we go. There’s my collared little sub. ❞
Brilliantly bright golden hazel eyes blink owlishly as he bows his chin down in a nod of understanding and giving in. In moments like this–Sebastian’s voice can fill up the entire room. Echo around him thick enough that he can feel the weight of it in the air. Blaine can’t argue the opposite. He’s falling and he’s more than fine with that. Because no matter how far he goes–Sebastian’s always there guiding his way down and then back to the surface again. The blaze in Sebastian’s eyes makes Blaine’s stomach tighten and he drops his shoulders to bare more of his neck for the teasing caress that turns into a hold he waits to feel tighten. When it eases instead–his lips purse and then go slack. Eyelids heavy as the collar is put in place and he swallows just to feel the tightness. By now–he’s not holding the covers anymore. He has to touch him. Both hands have come to rest on the top of Sebastian’s thigh and he clings while inching in to press a kiss to the corner of his Sir’s mouth. “Yours.”
Right as he watches Blaine face change at the sight of the leather collar dangling in Sebastian’s hand, he knows that his fiance is going to be trying real hard to turn down the idea of having the TIGHTNESS and SECURITY of the collar around his neck. Try to shrug off the ONE item that makes him feel like he belongs to Sebastian so strongly; More than normally (which was a lot). But he wouldn’t let that happen because he knew Blaine well enough to know that he WANTED it bad. It would just take Sebastian to make him give in.
All through Blaine’s reply, hes looking at him with deep intentions dancing in green hues. Stepping closer, head tilts a little as he smirks down at his lover. Collar was in his hand as he reaches to move curls from his eye. ❝ Lost or not – I still found it.❞ he replies softly in a makes-no-sense sentence but owns it as if it’s the most logical thing in the world. ❝ —— And I think we need to put it on you. It’s been FAR too long since you’ve been reminded of your place.Don’t you think?❞ he hums, sitting on the bed by Blaine’s covered up feet. One more dangle of the collar is given once again. ❝ C’mere, handsome. ❞
What never fails is the sight of Sebastian standing tall watching him with his heavy stare that lays all his intentions out on the table causing Blaine’s entire self to react in that tumbling, heart racing, dizzying pull that switches his center of gravity from where science and logic says it should be. Right there on the bed. To him. Always to him. To Sebastian. Where it belongs and where he always wants it to be. Because this goes beyond physical and emotional and straight past bones and blood and the spiritual philosophical sense of who he is into something far deeper than that. One look and he’s standing at the doorway–head around the frame peeking inside. One step forward of long legs and determined footing and Blaine lets the book fall to the floor because nothing and no one can come between him and them and this.
Not even Lima–apparently. Try not not. He’s gripping two handfuls of semi-cheap comforter trying to shy away and just be Sebastian and Blaine but he knows that it isn’t going to last. Not when all he can do his bite his lip, feel his eyes soften at the question and nod. Too long. Yes. It’s been too long. Days. Legs move under the blankets until he’s on his knees and the fabric is pooled around them. Hands now flat against the bed as just a crawl or two put him sitting on his heels beside his fiance. A shaken, breathless whisper follows next. “You can’t find what you knew was there,” he speaks like a man bobbing for air in a sea that’s going to make him sink no matter how much water he tries to tread, “because you’re the one that packed it.”
Visiting Lima was ALWAYS interesting for the couple because the way their… special dynamic changed during their visit was a little drastic. A drop off of not being able to go into his full dom space with his lover. It always made Sebastian build up with a LACK of power exchange over him and Blaine. Not that he couldn’t handle not partaking in the full experience of their BDSM, relationship for a few days, but he craved for Blaine to listen. EAGER to just take the control he so badly needed in his life. But when they visited Lima, Blaine always pushed away from fully partaking in it. He knew his significant other was still so scared of the things he took pleasure in at times. Having to be vanilla for the sake of Lima SUCKED.
But now they were in their hotel room after a day of helping with New Direction’s AND Warbler stuff. Sebastian knew damn well that some of his sub’s gear was waiting right in that bag in the corner of the room. So?? He takes one more look at Blaine who is reading a book under the beside table light before getting out of bed and fishing out the leather collar that is ALL so familiar in their relationship. Holding it up, a grin appears across his face as he stares at Blaine with mischief in his eyes from where he’s standing.
❝ Look what I found. ❞
It can be easily said Blaine occasionally doesn’t realize he’s doing what he’s doing until it’s already happened. There are certain times when he’s pushing or pulling someone or himself without noticing because he feels it’s something that has to be or should be done. For instance? These trips to Lima. Sebastian is always the first to point out how much more vanilla Blaine gets the second the soles of their shoes hit Ohio dirt. Blaine’s heard the observation several times and promises that he’s fine and comfortable regardless of where they are. Why worry when they’re behind closed doors–right?
Yet? Every. single. time. He’s a night or two into the trip and already curled up under the heavy comforter and too starched sheets of their hotel bed with a book in hand waiting for Sebastian to snuggle close so reading can turn into something else–just–a quieter version of something else. Sebastian never goes for that something else. Feeling the bed give as Sebastian crawls out–Blaine peeks through fallen curls and his gaze follows his fiance. His book falls into his lap two when he sees what’s dangling from Sebastian’s elegant fingers. His body shivers inside–yes that’s a thing–and his breath hitches. “Somehow I don’t think that was ever lost–to qualify for being found..” Oh god.. He brought it–and Blaine swallows thick. “Sebastian.”
❝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.”
Sebastian couldn’t help but find humor in the way Blaine got so spooked over these kind of movies; It was a mix of adorable and laughable. Maybe this whole watching the classic Halloween with no lights on was unfair to his fiance but Blaine had his face buried so deep in Sebastian’s lap now that he barely believed Blaine could hear the sounds of people being murdered anymore. Shifting his eyes back on the screen and running a hand through Blaine’s curls once again, he finds himself distracted away from the movie when his clingy other half moves his face even more. God damn, Blaine was burrowing his head right into Sebastian’s crotch area. Before he even really noticed he was becoming hard in his pants. Let’s get one thing clear here: Sebastian Smythe didn’t MEAN to get a boner while watching Michael Myers murder someone onscreen. It wasn’t that! It was the way Blaine was putting his face in a territory that couldn’t be trusted from getting…well, excited. Moving his hips a little, the taller of the two looks down once again and presses teeth against his bottom lip in un-sureness of if he’ll be able to get this boner to go away. ❝Blaine–❞ he says in complaint.
❝You’re not helping things stay calm down south if you know what I mean.❞
They are now at a place Blaine–not in a million years thought he’d be. He isn’t buried deep enough that the muffled sounds of someone being killed fail to reach his ears. Not yet anyway. And that’s what made noticing the growing firmness inside Sebastian’s pants against his cheek fill his stomach with the weirdest sensation he’s probably ever felt while having his attention drawn to the effect he’s having on his fiance’. Want fills his veins, sets his stomach on whirl and his toes curl where they are tucked underneath the armrest. Wanting Sebastian came easy. Just fingers in his hair and the way he could feel Sebastian’s breathing change? That always does the trick. But..the strangeness came from the way he was burying in deep again as a scream filled the room and Sebastian was pushing up against him? Blaine decides they are–officially–more messed up than he thought they were. Who gets off to this stuff? –No! Don’t let yourself answer that question!– This was an accident–or was it?–that he hadn’t planned on–or did he?–but there was no mistaking Sebastian was getting hard. Backing the idea up by shifting his hips–Sebastian didn’t need to say a word to clue Blaine in. He might be well known for missing the obvious now and then but there’s no missing this. Feeling his heart thundering in his chest like always–Blaine inched up to press a kiss on top of Sebastian’s shirt just above the button of his jeans. His lips stayed there as he whispered. “Um… I can stop?”
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