Sebastian was freaking himself out with this kiss. Normally, a kiss was nothing to him. It was a precursor to get some decent sex so that he’d be on his way. With Blaine, he actually put something into this. His eyes were closed and unready to open so long as his lips were in contact with Blaine’s. His own heart skipped a bit faster. A feeling he hadn’t felt. The butterflies in his stomach were out of control but he loved ever second of it. Goddamnit, Blaine Warbler.
His lips sensually and ever so meticulously moved with the latter male’s. It was an insanely good kiss. Was this what it meant to have fireworks? The one hand that remained on Blaine’s cheek dropped to his shoulder. He didn’t want to, but he needed to. Pulling away from the kiss he caught his breath. Not knowing what to say, a laugh left him as he looked down only to glance back up and look Blaine in the eye.
The smallest of smiles tugged at the corners of his mouth. Sebastian, for a moment, lost himself in those incredible hazel eyes. Play it off cool. But FUCK, his lips actually were soft.
“You uh, kiss well. Pretty nice.”
Blaine felt his heart hiccup into his throat when Sebastian didn’t pull away after a simple peck. He should know better considering who was slotted between his calves with their lips pressed to his. There was nothing about what they were doing that could be labelled, simple. Or–even okay. This wasn’t okay. It wasn’t okay to finally let his eyes slip closed. It wasn’t okay to let go of the couch before he tore holes in it and for his fingers that’d had their color bled out at the knuckles from the grip to ache and throb as they wrapped around each one of Sebastian’s wrists. It wasn’t okay to keep his hands where they were by holding them tight.
–And it wasn’t okay to feel his head fall back because it was too heavy and he was reeling when their lips finally parted. Or to be holding onto Sebastian’s skin because he needed something–anything–to pull him back down to the ground. Nothing was okay with what he was doing and—he was doing it. So softly, so delicately and so–so with a want for it to not end when that’s exactly what it had to do.
The weight of Sebastian’s stare pressed the last pull of gravity onto his senses and when their eyes met–Blaine’s were swallowed up by his pupils and dazed. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. Except for the way his calves bulged and tightened against Sebastian’s sides, toes dug into the couch and his chest sucked in air. “I–Yeah. You do too. Sebastian. I..” –Talk, Blaine. Talk. Tell him you have to go. Tell him you can’t. That you’re sorry.– But nothing came out.
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