“I dunno, just go with it Blaine,” he snickered. Sebastian had quite a big smile on his face. “But trust me, it works somehow.” He was multitasking like a professional at this point. Sebastian took his own plate and scooted back up to the head of the bed. Behind him were pillows for comfort to help with his back. “Suit yourself. We both know what’s really comfortable but whatever you say.”
Sebastian took a bit of his steak, dripping in sauce. A small moan left him. It was absolutely delicious. He really outdid himself this time in particular. Looking back up at Blaine he shook his head. “It’s that I don’t turn it off, I just can’t,” he shrugged. “Maybe I was… yeah, I was Born this Way.” His eyes grew wider and he threw up some spirit fingers. “I wasn’t quite raised with a filter though.”
“Yes–I guess we do. It’d be sort of hard to eat with–,” and that’s where Blaine realized two seconds too late that what he was saying could and probably would be so far taken out of context that he set himself up for an even worse comeback from the silver tongued boy on the bed. Palming his face as he sat down with a groan–Blaine spread his fingers open far enough to peek over at Sebastian. “Please–I know what I just said. I know where that’s probably going to go–. Let’s pretend I didn’t set myself up for further embarrassment?”
Trying to distract himself from that moan–he ignored the swirling in his stomach and blinked down at his steak. Unaware he was being watched, Blaine ended up in a pretzel cross of his legs to use as a makeshift table. He shook his head and smirked in amusement at the born this way comment. “You know,” laughter brightened his eyes when he glanced back. Sebastian’s spirit fingers initiated another burst of carefree chuckling. “I can see that. No filter from the time you were born would justify your serious lack of one. It was just never there. I learn more and more about you every day,” he winked and finally cut off a piece of steak. “You as a kid had to be both adorable and frightening. Though I guess not much has changed..” He shut up by shoving his fork in his mouth–in a roundabout way–the fact he found Sebastian adorable.
Sebastian nodded slowly as he listened to Blaine’s sensitive words. It felt like his heart was in his throat at this point. Hearing that Blaine cared about him was possibly the best but worst news he could hear. It hurt but felt so wonderful to know. The pain was from knowing that nothing could probably come from it. “No, I overreacted. I mean, yeah it felt like rejection but I shouldn’t have done that, Blaine,” he added in. Getting this out between the two felt like the weight of the world was finally lifted from Sebastian’s shoulders. His sleep was fucked up because he was always up thinking of what he should’ve done different. The days were longer. And he was certainly meaner. People had taken note of his even more aggressive behavior.
“I miss you too. And I don’t want us to just… throw it all out tonight. Because I know that for some ungodly reason you care about me, and I care about you. And that’s something that… maybe we shouldn’t let slip through our fingers. I dunno.” His lips folded together and he shrugged. “Where does that leave you though? Us?”
In the short time they knew each other–Sebastian managed to pull him in and capture his attention, friendship and something else Blaine wasn’t ready to think about because of what it meant. Oblivious as he could occasionally be when it came to noticing that someone was drawn to him the way Sebastian’s overly exuberant vocalization left without a doubt he was? The fact that this boy wanted him was clear. And the idea that someone so potentially overwhelming could was puzzling. One in depth conversation had him feeling like he was underneath a magnifying glass and left to question everything without being able to hide. He could talk to Sebastian for hours–and they did. Their conversations made him feel things he shouldn’t. Made him want to be back underneath Sebastian’s studious eye that didn’t let him escape from those parts of himself Sebastian plucked at. It was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.
Sebastian was dangerous. The worst part? Blaine knew it and still wanted to be near him. The thought he lost that because he got swept up? Was awful and left those parts Sebastian connected like raw, exposed nerves. Relief flooded in when he was given hope he hadn’t broken them beyond repair. Along with the unsurety of what to sayr. “I–I don’t know,,” his carefully measured distance was breached as he carefully touched Sebastian’s wrist and tried his best not to think about the last time he touched him. The images that were right there threatening to rush back anyway. “Where that leaves me–I mean. What I do know is I don’t want to throw away anything. You’re right. I do care. Just–please can we go back to where we were heading? I’m not sure where that was–but it felt like we were going somewhere I wanted to be. I don’t want to say goodbye to that..even if I’m not sure what that is–yet.” And there it was. The feeling of hinging on Sebastian in ways that he probably shouldn’t but couldn’t help.
“Okay.” His words were quiet and he had a slightly uncomfortable smile on his face. Walking through to the living room his breathing was shallow as his fingers ran across the couch. “Oh, a water’s fine. Thanks.” Sebastian appreciated it. He only wished he could get rid of this awkwardness. In fact, he couldn’t stand it. How did someone like Sebastian fucking Smythe get reduced to someone who wasn’t open to talk. “Actually no. Let’s just sit down and talk. No distractions. Okay?” he asked him.
He was ready to say everything he had said over text. It’d be hard to open himself up this way, but he had to do it. Sebastian refused to miss out on something that could be great. Something that could literally change him as a person and make him better than before. Sebastian moved to the couch to take a seat on the couch. Patting the spot next to him, his entire front was faced towards. “I meant it. Every word,” he started. “I… I really care about you, Blaine. And I don’t fucking know how it happened or even why it did. All I know is that I want you in ways that measure beyond just your body.”
Blaine stopped by the entrance to the living room. One hand lifted to gesture for Sebastian to go make himself comfortable in spite of the slightly trembling fingers that motioned for him to do so giving away the fact that Blaine was winding himself into a ball of nerves at breakneck speed. He turned to go get them water and stopped abruptly when Sebastian spoke up. Busted. The moment he tried to steal to calm himself down was called out and stolen away before he could make it more than two steps. “Sure. No distractions.” Deflating with a drawn out sigh–he warily looked back first and then turned the rest of his body to match the glance over his shoulder and slowly followed Sebastian to the couch. Sitting down beside him–Blaine bit his lip on the way down and didn’t let it go as he propped one bent knee up on the cushion, hooked the back of his knee over the inside of that ankle and gripped his calf with both hands so that he could match Sebastian’s facing him and meet his eyes.
He wished he hadn’t four words in because what he heard struck him hard. Sebastian cared about him. The problem was? “I really care about you, too, Sebastian.” More than he should. So said the heavy drag of guilt in his stomach and an eerie quiet that he’d been in since they parted the way they did. Other people were noticing. Everyone was noticing. And he blamed it on anything but the truth. “I didn’t mean to make you feel rejected. That’s the last thing I wanted,” his eyes went owlish, blinking away tears he felt building up. “I messed up. I just miss you and I feel like I seriously blew something that was..,” he cleared his throat and shook his head stopping there. “I told you in texts but I wanted to say it right away. I’m really..really sorry.”
The door’s very noise sent a chill up his spine. He didn’t know why he was being so dramatic over this. Letting out a deep breath, he soon saw Blaine. Two weeks went by without any texts. Without seeing that cute face and gelled hair. The corners of his mouth raised somewhat. It was a small smile. If anything, it was a relieve to actually see him again. especially after those texts, he needed to get it out face to face.
“It’s okay. No worries,” muttered. The eye contact killed him. Stepping inside he took yet another sigh. This was one of the rare occasions that Sebastian was quiet. It didn’t happen often, but when it did it was hard to miss. His hands retreated into his pockets. His neck was bent slightly as his eyes were more upwardly focused.
Turning around he watched Blaine. Sebastian’s gaze followed his movements. He was studying his body language. “Where do you wanna go?” The inquiry relieved some of the awkwardness.
A overly long silence fell between them when Blaine went mute and stared up at Sebastian after he broke eye contact with him. Truth be told? Blaine’s heart was racing, his chest was tight and he didn’t know whether or not he’d be able to go through with this until long after he gave Sebastian the invite and knew he was on his way there. Everything just got so messed up before when they were near each other. Part of him wondered if staying in texts and calls would have been better. Less risky, less to lose because hurt’s easier to hide when you can’t see the person.
It was a cowardly way of doing things. Not how he normally handled anything in his life–well most things. But it was that safety net that he was wondering if he’d made a mistake giving up when the other boy couldn’t even bear to look him in the eyes. –No. It’s going to be okay. You can fix this. If he wants to. Just look at him. You know he does.–
Underneath Sebastian’s observation–he didn’t know what made him more nervous. The lack of eye contact or the weight of a watchful eye he could feel on his back like the presence of a hand pulling his stomach down in one big jerk. His arms instinctively crossed in front of his lower chest. A subconscious way of grounding himself. “We can go to the living room. This whole house is empty. It will be for a few more days. Can I get you anything to drink? I-I mean. Water or soda or–yeah,” he sighed and peeked back up at him, “Trying that again. Are you thirsty?”
Sebastian reached forward for a tiny bit that missed the mouth. Scooping it onto his finger he tasted it. Nothing like a little Blaine and sauce mixed together for a great taste. “Are you just now coming to that realization, Blaine?” Sebastian was rather pleased with himself for Blaine’s reaction. He was quite the cook. His favorite apron even said “Domestic Goddess” on it for a reason. “Oh, well I’m sorry if I’m telling you the truth. It’s not in my character to lie. Actually well, it is but you know what I was going for. I’m the one who’s supposed to be cocky. Not you.”
“Alright. But up in my room,” he said. Getting out some forks and knives he laid them on each plate. Taking them both into his hands he nodded. He couldn’t let a guest labor. That was his duty as a host. “Blaine, I can think of a lot of things I would much rather be down your throat right now,” he dully spoke. Beginning to walk up the stairs he laughed to himself. “Yes, Blaine. You are very obvious when you’re joking. You get this stupid puppy grin on your face and look like a total dope. But in the sexiest way possible.”
Making it to his room, he used his elbow to open the door as he pushed inside. His room was pristine. Cleaned to the T and spotless, the various aromas that he so dearly loved wafted around. Crawling onto his bed he sat with his legs crossed as he awaited Blaine. “Feel free to sit wherever’s most comfortable. The bed, that chair, my lap, my face. Y’know.”
If the stutter noise in his brain wasn’t loud enough watching Sebastian taste the sauce he dabbed off his lip with a fingertip? The way Sebastian taunted him while he was leading him out of the room was. Hands came out to take hold of the plate but seeing Sebastian insistent on taking the burden of carrying it all–he tucked them behind his back and followed after a couple failed babysteps while he tried to catch up. Not in space between them but in wits. His were currently laid out on the polished hardwood floor.
Stupid puppy sexy grin? What?! Blaine’s eyebrows creased together and a huff puffed out his chest. “Hold on,” Sebastian was given a set of serious side eye, “How does a dope look close to sexy? I’m not sure I’m following you there,” his hand trailed along the banister setting him on a momentum to pull himself the rest of the way up the staircase. “Um? Thanks anyway?” A curious glance darted around Sebastian’s room when Blaine stepped inside but his attention jerked right back to the boy on the bed at his seat choices. The stare on his face only said one thing–Oh my God.
Smirking in spite of himself–Blaine palmed the back of his neck and pointed at the chair with the other. “I think the chair would be fine,” but he stopped beside the bed on the way there to take his plate and paused long enough to give him a shake of his head. “You never turn it off–do you?” His tone wasn’t sardonic–far from it. There was a light air to it that said even though his occasional owlish eyed stare at what came out of Sebastian’s mouth? Deep down? It was absolutely nothing like he ever encountered before–and he couldn’t figure out why it was so puzzlingly entertaining.
Everything happened rather quickly. For one thing, Sebastian didn’t imagine someone like Blaine getting physical. Upon being shoved a bewildered yet quite irritated look dominated his facial features. “Don’t worry. I plan on it,” he poisonously spoke. “I’m sure it’ll be better than you.” Slamming the door shut and locking it he immediately went upstairs. Tossing his phone to the side he crawled in bed to try and get some sleep. The night would pass and none would be found. Just his anger, and regret.
Between the texts that the two shared, Sebastian opened himself up for once. Blaine was one of the only people who had ever been a witness to such a thing. It was extremely late at night, and he couldn’t wait until morning. Telling Blaine that he’d be on his way, he got into his car and drove off. His red eyes focused on the road before him, occasionally stinging from exhaustion. Some soft music played as he began to eventually relax in the car seat. It wasn’t too long of a drive.
The headlights shined still. The car was parked and Sebastian was sitting inside. Taking a deep breath he turned the keys, got out, and locked it. Every step felt so incredibly heavy on his way up to the door. While walking he texted Blaine that he had arrived. Anxiously awaiting outside of his door, his fingers tapped on his legs.
Two weeks and no sign of Sebastian in his life whatsoever. As far as he knew? Their friendship was over and a large part of what happened was his fault. That Sebastian listened to him just like he made good on his promise and deleted the other boy’s number from his phone. To his surprise? A message about notes for a Calculus class he wasn’t taking came in the middle of the night from a number he didn’t recognize. Shooting an apology back landed him that piece of enlightenment on who sent it. Sebastian.
So much for other boy deleting his number like he told him to. Why did he feel so guilty that he had? Their conversation didn’t go the way Blaine planned but that was becoming status quo for the boy who appeared into his life out of nowhere at the wrong time. –It’s not my fault. He keeps saying it but it doesn’t stop feeling like it is.– Now..he was staring at his phone reading the message that Sebastian was here for much longer than it’d take for him to go answer the door.
“Don’t screw this up, Blaine. Just–don’t,” he chided himself as he rushed down the stairs and through the hall to the foyer. A shaking hand grabbed the door handle and he pulled it open coming face to face–with a raise of his chin–and making eye contact with–. “Sebastian, come in. Sorry. I was upstairs.” Pulling the door open as bare feet padded backwards–he motioned for Sebastian to enter with a wave of his hand and a press of his lips into a small, tentative smile.
Sebastian was in bliss. Something about this scared him too. His encounters were never like this. In fact, he hadn’t felt this type of connection even with past boyfriends. He wanted Blaine so incredibly bad in that moment that it honestly freaked him out. The emotions swirling in his head were suppressed with every thrust, every kiss, and every taste of Blaine’s sweet skin. He could keep this up all night, and them some.
But alas, everything came to a stop. Some abruptly before others. When he heard Blaine’s words he let out a highly irritated huff and pulled away to look at him. His eyes were no longer dark with sexuality, but with frustration. “Oh, so coming over wasn’t when you realized that maybe this was the tiniest bit compromising? Or was it the thoughts of me literally balls deep inside of you or the dry humping that made you think “Gee, I’ll stop now and give Sebastian Smythe the WORST case of blue balls?” he pulled away from Blaine and stood up. His voice was incredibly flat with that rant. “I knew I shouldn’t have invited you over. That was such a mistake.”
Grabbing the bottle of wine and the glasses he mindlessly began to put them away. “And if you want I can escort you out. I don’t know if you’d be able to find your way. I’d hate for you to get confused about all the different exits from this house and not be able to choose.” A pained smile was stuck on his face. His eyes were narrowed and he was trying not to show his frustration. And so, he would talk quite a lot.
“It’s time for you to leave, Blaine. Hopefully you didn’t have too much wine.” The expression faded away into Sebastian’s calm and cold arrogance. Whatever frustration he had melted away in the presence of a new demeanor. Walking towards the door he opened it. Pulling out his phone he opened it, and the first thing he went to was Grindr while Blaine remained close by. The sound of notifactions rang. Sebastian hadn’t been on it all day when he knew Blaine was coming over.
“Would you look at that? Seems I’ve found someone who’ll pick up where you left off. And get this, they’re not even 2000 feet away. Glad to know my night wasn’t completely wasted.”
When everything came to a sudden stop–Blaine was left panting for air he didn’t know he wasn’t getting enough of until his burning lungs reminded him. Half lidded eyes opened in a darting flutter underneath a set of crinkled eyebrows that were already repeating Blaine’s apology before he had a chance to speak. He was on the verge when the darkened stare he saw was suddenly a whole lot less intense and wanting and a whole lot more frustrated. Blaine felt immediately more guilty for letting them get this far. –It never should have happened.–
A good chunk of that regret fell as fast as the nose cart of a rollercoaster over the first hill. The dip and swerve Blaine felt following Sebastian’s words made his fingers shake as he buttoned up his pants and zipped them so quick he almost got his boxer briefs in the metal. The ache shifted from between his legs to his stomach. Stuttered words were muted with a press of his lips tightly together. He was on his feet in a sharp motion, pulling down his shirt and refusing to look at his “friend” as he kicked him out and offered him to show him the way.
“I got it–I can figure out where a door is–.” Sebastian was there anyway–leading him where he didn’t need to be lead because? Who forgets where the front door of a house is?
Shock tinted Blaine’s expression. Flushed cheeks lost their color, his mouth dropped and he couldn’t believe the sudden flip of the other’s demeanor and still felt the whiplash. Sebastian was taunting him? –How could I have done this? Period. Much less with someone like–you?– His own anger, at himself and Sebastian and this, burst inside his veins.
Mindless actions for a brain not thinking clearly had the brunt of his palm shoving Sebastian back away from the door and knocking more distance between them. “While you’re at it,” he glared up at him, “Since you have your phone? Delete my number and I’ll do the same. Good. Bye. Sebastian. And good luck. I hope you have a lovely time with whoever.” Saying not another word–Blaine stepped through the threshold so he could get the hell out of here and try to put this night and that boy behind him.
Sebastian pulled back, but only momentarily. The heat of the moment took over and he leaned his body away to pull the shirt off his skin. It raised over revealing his torso, and then chest, and all of his skin from the waist up. On his back he felt the intense heat of the fireplace. Sweat dribbled off his freckled skin even moreso now. With a heavy press against Blaine’s lips his tongue dared further. Slinking its way into his mouth he ran it along his. Sebastian’s tongue snaked in deeply while he rolled his hips back and forth.
Within his pants, Sebastian was rock hard. He wanted nothing more than to have Blaine naked on him. “Blaine…” He whispered onto his plump lips. His fingers quickly rolled up Blaine’s shirt. Sebastian moaned onto Blaine’s olive skin. His tongue swirled around his nipple and tasted the salty taste of sweat on his warm body. Further and further down, his mouth moved. Upon reaching his naval, Seb’s tongue dipped down. The feeling of Blaine’s fingers in his hair got him going.
Both hands reached down to his sides to pick up the tense legs and put them over his shoulder. Sebastian wanted nothing more than to have his head in between those legs. Pulling away on his pants he began to slowly remove them.
“I need to know that you want this,” he spoke lowly. He was ready to give him everything.
Blaine was pulled from his haze momentarily as Sebastian leaned back. Rapid blinks and a faint groan of protest came so desperate and needy it was hard to wrap his brain around the fact that he could even sound like that. Before his eyes opened completely–Blaine covered his mouth with his palm. Thank God he did. Sebastian was shirtless by the time Blaine focused on him. The sight was enough to steal his breath and make him moan.
There was no time to recover. Not when Sebastian leaned in–his hand moved to Sebastian’s cheek–and the warm wet of Sebastian’s tongue slid into his mouth to touch and glide with his. Rolling hips matched Sebastian’s movements when his restraint left. He felt Sebastian’s firmness, knew he was just as worse for wear and his face lit up red. If he could feel Sebastian? Sebastian could feel him. “Sebastian,” he mewled between their mouths. “Sebastian!” Quietness was torn into a sharp cry as Blaine’s body jerked and his fingers scratched Sebastian’s scalp renewing the tightness his fists gripped his hair feeling the heat of the other’s tongue on his skin. Oh! That was new. And he liked it.
The pull and bursting tug of want moving down his thighs pressed him so tight against his pants that it hurt. But then–with the tug and his hips lifting towards it? Sebastian’s whisper caught up and his gut instinct was to sob how much he wanted this. Not having it felt like it would break him into pieces but– if he didn’t stop now– it would be too late. Later than this already was.. He choked, gasping for air and forced his hips back against the couch to put inches of space between them.
“Can’t.. I can’t. We need–.” Teeth gnashed together and he tugged lightly up on Sebastian’s hair to get his attention. “We need to stop,” he sounded like he was about ready to physically shatter at the thought. But. They had to. “I’m sorry..”
“It’s all good. I get it all the time. People’s misconceptions that is,” Sebastian shrugged it off. He didn’t pay much mind to it. “Well, I’m a pretty impressive guy so if I wanted to try we’d be in a whole completely different ballgame.” The filets were almost at that golden temperature. A nice browning and crispiness would compliment the tender and juicy inside. Sebastian was rather pumped for this food.
“Please, I can’t wait to wipe the floor with you. You witnessed me on a bad day in the Common Room. You truly have no idea,” Sebastian spoke himself up. “Quite honestly, I don’t know why you’re even there still. Coming back with the Warblers is a complete guaranteed Nationals trophy, Blaine. But I guess when we obliterate the Nude Erections you’ll come back on your hands and knees to me, preferably. Oh, and you’d come back to the Warblers too.” Sebastian reached up to quickly brush the tip of his nose. A small chuckle rolled out. “And when I beat you what do I owe you?”
Sebastian’s hand was cupped underneath the ladle as he guided it to Blaine’s mouth. Tipping it up and watching Blaine, his eyes narrowed. “Is it ready? Delicious? Absolutely fantastic cooking prowess by Sebastian Alderic Smythe?”
Careful fingertips touched the side of Sebastian’s hand as Blaine leaned up and gave the sauce a small taste. A groan of delight was muffled behind a tongue licking the taste off his lips. “It’s perfect. Oh, wow. You’re good,” a delighted twinkle danced in his eyes before they switched gears and became much more deviously narrowed. “Not delicious enough to let you off the hook for saying you were going to wipe the floor with me.” A smile so wide it showed his teeth followed a playful chuckle. “It can’t be a guaranteed National Trophy, Sebastian. I’m pretty sure I know the perfect place for it to go in our trophy case.”
He let Sebastian off for what he called the New Directions this time. Next time? Probably not. And, face it, there would be a next time. Sebastian gave him plenty enough ammo for a witty taunt without it. Plus, if he did Sebastian that favor? Maybe Sebastian wouldn’t point out how the mention of going back to Dalton had Blaine amping up the crinkly nosed jabs he tossed around to recover from the brief pause that the point gave him. Homesick. He was homesick every day for a place he walked away from for better things.
“Come on. Let’s eat and you can tell me how many bites of steak it takes for knowing I’m right and you’re going to lose to digest. The truth always goes down better with food anyway.” Lightly tugging on the hem of Sebastian’s sleeve–Blaine bit his lip and circled back hoping that.. “You know I’m only joking. Don’t you?”
Sebastian was barely picking up the body language of Blaine. He was so intoxicated by him that he quite literally was drunk with sensuality. His breathing was heavy and his heart was pounding within his chest. This was everything he had ever wanted. From that first moment he saw him walk into that Warbler practice, Sebastian had wanted him. Blaine was just his type. He needed this. No other guy was giving him the rush that Blaine was giving him.
“Beautiful…” he huffed out. That was a thought that unintentionally was sounded out. “No more words…” In betwixt Blaine’s legs he slowly pushed against Blaine’s chest. His lips went to meet the young man’s once more. This time it was much more. Sebastian’s tongue flicked out to meet Blaine’s lips as his lips worked fervently against. Heavy breathing through his nose filled the air. Small moans were exchanged against Blaine’s tender lips. Bold enough to be more aggressive he wrapped Blaine’s legs higher up around his waist. It was fast, and hard movements that left him a little breathless. “Fuck.”
Sebastian’s hands daringly explored Blaine’s thighs. His fingers tip toed further to where the insides of his thighs met. Sebastian needed some friction because he was un-mistakingly hard and the pressure was doing things to him. He didn’t know how much further Blaine would let him take it. He’d take as much as he could, gladly.
He recalled those famous words of his. Doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you.
‘Beautiful…’
What composure he had left to keep his eyes from rolling back was gone when he heard Sebastian’s word slip blunder. His legs clenched onto the other’s sides. A feeble attempt at holding him where he was because that was a sensible thing to do. Of course it didn’t last. Because the sensible didn’t belong in a completely insensible situation. He would have fallen against the back of the sofa like a house of cards with the barest touch against his chest. The continued press of fingertips there had his body screaming to stay put where he was guided to.
The taste of Sebastian’s tongue against his lips lured him in, neck and shoulders lifted so he could cant his head at an angle. His mouth opened up, a groan rolled over his tongue but he kept it inside his mouth subconsciously challenging Sebastian’s to venture in if he wanted anything more. He received Sebastian’s moans when they were given over, swallowed them down and felt the vibration rattle up his spine and burst goosebumps over a small patch of exposed skin that his ruffled up shirt revealed above his belt.
A soft cry escaped when his legs were roughly wrapped around a slender waist. Touches to his thighs and higher sent a cold rush of delight through his stomach and zig zagged it down his legs curling toes in before it turned into fire inside his gut. He wanted him and his throat clenched at the thought. Trembling fingers lifted to twist into Sebastian’s hair. Just a minute longer. A minute more and he’d stop this. But what a minute it would be. Blaine curled his fingers into fistfuls of chestnut brown and the small of his back arched, hips lifted. That friction. Oh God, that friction against Sebastian’s jeans made him let go a muffled sob from what it did to his insides.
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