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.”
from where he was firmly holding Sam’s ankles as the blond’s body moved against his grasp with sit-up after sit-up. They’d been working out constantly lately. Blaine figured keeping up with Sam’s strict regimen might be the push he needed to have a healthy outlet to all the stress and frustration that was keeping him up most nights because he couldn’t stop thinking. Problem was? For the past few days? What he thought about more and more was the person who was supposed to be only a helpful friend. Someone who who was there for him. Without question. Whenever he needed someone.
Another touch of Sam’s knee against his shoulder and Blaine was blushing–not thinking of hiding it because the flush ran through his entire system so quick that he only thought it was getting hot in here. His heart pounding? Difficulty swallowing? All a part of working out. Harmless. Right? Nothing! Except when Sam didn’t fall back on the next lift and met his eyes? His breath stopped. A heat pooled in Blaine’s stomach and his fingers tightened their grip. “What did you just ask,” he choked out the question, “I–.” And with a drag of a light groan through parted lips–Blaine croaked out a breathless confession that he just couldn’t hold in anymore. “A lot, Sam.. But we don’t have to do anything. I’m sorry.. This is totally not fair to you.” But–God–he felt Sam’s breath on his cheek, his skin against his palms. Friends was a word that was never supposed to physically hurt. In this moment? It made him ache.
Every movement performed by the Warbler didn’t go unnoticed by Connor.
It was almost like he was watching one of those BBC documentaries about the animal kingdom. When a predator picked it’s prey and slowly approached in for the kill. Connor was the predator and Blaine was that sweet adorable deer in whom he was about to sink his teeth in. The way he looked at him was curious. Almost endearing. Trying to read past his initial movements while seeking to keep some distance between them until Blaine could evaluate the true purpose of him being there. Was he that blind? Couldn’t he realize the effect he had on other people? How attractive he was? Connor’s head tilted once more, his eyes scanning down Blaine’s frame and getting him undressed in his mind. Picturing how handsome he would look bending over that piano, moaning his name in that musical tone he used while practicing with the Warblers.
“Don’t tell me I’m making you nervous, Samwise Gamgee.”
Another step forward followed by another and Connor reduced the distance between them in a couple of steps so that he could be close to Blaine. He could see him perfectly now. See how tense he was due to that approach. He could feel the scent of his cologne, see the spark of curiosity behind those big, brown eyes. Definitely attractive. No wonder there was so many people after him. And his ass? Uff – He had an ass for days and Connor simply wanted to touch it. Taste it. Bang it. And what Connor Walsh wanted – he usually got.
“Connor Walsh. Transferred student.” Connor knew he could at least introduce himself. As for the other question – maybe he could give Blaine a preview of his problem. “It’s a rather problematic issue. You see…”Connor smiled his most dashing smile as he reached out to take one of Blaine’s hands onto his own, touching his knuckles ever so gently without ceasing the eye contact. Those were really pretty eyes. And he did had an handsome face. And he was hot all around. “This problem I have? You are partially responsible for it.” Their faces were closer now and Connor couldn’t prevent a grin from forming on his lips as he placed Blaine’s hand against his crotch. There was where the hard issue was. All eight inches of it. “Think you can take care of this problem, Yoda? It’s your fault it had became this hard and… unbearable.”
This pulse began to quicken. Faster and faster. It rushed through his veins in a frantic, dizzying pace. Louder and louder until it was a deafening thunder in his ears. He barely heard Connor calling him another Tolkien reference as a dry tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. Blaine forced a swallow and ran the roughness of it back and forth over the ridges of his gums to wet it again. His breathing turned shallow–stopped–and then purposefully filled his lungs in an agonizingly slow inhale. His refusal to shift his feet even an inch sending one message while the throbbing vein running up the curve of his neck said something quite the opposite.
Finally one toe to heel step backwards.
He never felt so under the microscope as he did when Connor’s gaze moved down his body yet again. Without a single care whether or not he noticed. They both knew he would. Connor wanted him to. Didn’t he?
Polished onyx stopped him. No room to move and Connor was too close for a step sideways. A frustrated glance down at his reflection in the mirror-like surface. “Problematic,” he asked with a flick his attention back to Connor. The moment his hand was taken sent chills up his arm. Blaine wished he could’ve kept his mouth shut as a shudder danced along his spine. Lips parted and he stared into Connor’s eyes not daring to look away. Considering where his first instinct to look was. A grin spread like the Cheshire Cat’s–slow and knowing–over Connor’s mouth. “I’m responsible? I haven’t done…” There was a slickness over Connor’s bottom lip. Blaine could almost taste the flavor of it. “Anything…”
A movement, the press of an unmistakably hard length against his palm. The world tilted sideways, fire splashed from his stomach and ran all the way to his feet where toes curled against the soles of his shoes. Fingers twitched and curled inward along Connor’s problem. “Oh…,” not able to see much between them with one glance down, Blaine bit through the way Connor’s problem was becoming his own problem and pulled whatever willpower he had to press his lips together and then curve them into a smile. Long lengths straightened out leaving his palm in place as he whispered words he could barely believe he mustered up. Through a furious blush he hated himself for having, they came. “I don’t see why this is my fault and–I’m pretty sure you can take care of it one handed. I doubt my help is necessary at all.”
❝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.”
Barry had been gone for a while, busy with being the Flash, and his work as a CSI. And among all that mess, he was missing a certain someone. A someone he currently couldn’t wait to be close to again. How sappy was that? Although he didn’t care, he liked Blaine too much to fret over such silly little things. The speedster pressed him against the wall, he wanted Blaine to FEEL how much he missed him. Pressing soft kisses up his neck, and lightly nipping as he went– finally reaching those soft lips. “You have too much clothes, we need to fix that,” another kiss, more demanding, wanting, “I WANT you, right now,” he uttered with a sigh, and a slow roll of his hips. “Blaine–”
There is missing someone and then there is what it evolves into. You notice the house is too quiet. Every sound that happens is magnified. There’s a coldness in the air that you can’t chase away. Soon–it’s in your stomach. The clock becomes your worst enemy and you realize. Damn it you’ve got it bad for someone if it’s come to this. Worse–or is it better–than he thought? Pressed against the wall like he was? Blaine struggled to remember that five minutes ago–he was wishing Barry would walk through the door already. Teeth and lips on his skin and his hand cupped Barry’s cheek–the other pushed through his hair to make a loose fistful–as he sent groans and hitches of breath towards the ceiling. Breath ghosts over his lips and pulls him in. Their mouths connect and Barry’s right. “Too many clothes. They need to go,” he whispers in a shaken huff before the kiss sent him reeling and kept him that way through the rapid nod that hit his head against the wall. Not that he noticed with Barry’s hips pressed to his and his name being said in a way that made him moan. “Off. Take them off. Can’t reach. Help?”
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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