It was moments like these that Sebastian wished he had his entire house under surveillance. Being able to replay that look of complete shock was absolutely priceless. It only got better when Blaine looked as though he were trying to eat some air. “C’mon, you can use your words. I’ll only bite if you ask.” Rare form. That’s what Sebastian was in. He was normally flirty but he was just way too good tonight. Getting that reaction had his ego through the fucking roof at this point.
The finger on Blaine’s knee slowly circled further and further up mindlessly. Sebastian’s gaze didn’t leave Blaine’s. “Can’t what?” he whispered to him. His teeth bit down on his lip while the rest of the distance was closed between them. “Me? I’ve had plenty of wine.” Sebastian was the closest to Blaine that he had ever really been. “I love leaving you breathless, Blaine Warbler.” His voice was as rough as gravel, and incredibly low. He was going to go for it.
One hand curled around the back of Blaine’s neck and the other rested on his cheek as he leaned in to deliver a kiss upon those infamous lips.
Sebastian was only making this worse. Blaine’s hand fell from it’s fruitless swipes and pawing for his glass. Instead, it joined the other wrapped around ankles made bare by the tucked up cuffs of his pants legs. “Well. I’m not asking,” he was trying so hard to talk that his brows furrowed together from the effort, “so keep your teeth to yourself.” God, he could feel the pride rolling off Sebastian. He was getting his kicks for this! Completely unfair! Completely mean. Completely—Sebastian Smythe in a nutshell.
There was a faint sound that Blaine heard rather than acknowledge that he was the one who made it. A muffled simpering whimper caused by the finger moving up his knee. It laced an invisible tether through him that coiled around his center of gravity and gave it hard spin so fast that his brain felt like it was on a Tilt-A-Whirl and no one was shutting the ride off. Sebastian was so close and he knew he shouldn’t have let his feet move apart to make room for the body moving between them and nudging his calves away from one another to fit. They did it on their own and Sebastian was there. Closer than ever. Wine scented breath tasting of grapes and oak barrels and a flavor Blaine couldn’t pin down. Heavily lidded eyes flicked a glance from glistening lips upwards at the whisper of his name. Both of them.
The touches kept Blaine from leaning backwards, luring him in instead. When their lips touched–his eyes went their widest. Fingers dug into the couch and if he wasn’t sunk before? A groan took the last of his air as he went under.
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