sebastian.

                    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?