Enjoy The Butterflies

Seb closes his eyes, sweaty blonde locks plastered on his forehead making it hard to see in front of him. There's a distant buzz in his ears, and he whines, shivering when a cold hand oh so gently caresses his cheek, a thumb carefully pressing down on the bulging skin.

“So good for me, kulta”

He's on his knees, relishing in the ache spreading in his muscles, mind overflowing with thoughts yet blissfully empty, body overheated, bracketed by Kimi's powerful thighs, the safest place he knew. He moans at the praise, the sound muffled as he suckles as best as he can on the older man's cock, tears slowly falling as he feels it hitting the back of his throat every so often.

“Seb, rakas, look at you, so pretty, so eager…”

He whines, cheeks burning up as he blushes, Kimi's sweet praises hitting their marks as his own cock throbs, blurting precum on his already messy thighs. Kimi is steadily fucking his mouth now, big hands holding onto Seb's hair as he trusts his hips almost lazily, groans falling from his parted lips.

He's a mess, drool and tears adorning his face, lips swollen red and hair dishevelled, but he knows Kimi's definitely not any better. He slowly opens his eyes, blinking as the overhead light blinds him for a bit. Above him, Kimi looks… holy. His pupils were blown, black void rimmed blue, awe, wonder and hunger making Seb shiver as he grips the older’s thighs harder, trying to ground himself.

The younger zones out for a moment, enjoying the heaviness of his boyfriend’s cock on his tongue. One of the hands in his hair suddenly tugs, not too hard, but enough to make him lose focus, and he chokes a bit before being pulled off Kimi's cock.

He pouts, a string of spit still connecting his lips to the tip. Kimi smirks, thumb pressing on Seb's spit wet lips, eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Now, now, don't pout, kulta. I promised I'd give you a reward, didn't I?”

He doesn't wait for a reply, pulling Seb up until he's straddling his lap, soft and pliant and all too willing to get wrecked by the older man. He immediately pulls Kimi into a kiss, messy and filthy, all tongues and teeth, his arms wrapped around the older’s neck, Kimi's hands around his hips in a bruising grip. He whines in the kiss as the Ferrari driver bites his bottom lip before pulling back with a smile.

Wordlessly, he picks up Seb, gently laying him down on the bed, taking a moment to admire the artwork on his pale skin, the bite marks spread all over it, the new and shiny bruises over his hips, the ones fading around his wrists and thighs. Kimi slowly kisses all over them, worshiping his body, grinning as he feels Seb's dick throb when he places a kiss to the wet head.

One of his hands presses against the younger's inner thigh, and he makes a pleased sound when Seb’s legs fall open without a protest. Thumbing at the love bite he left there, he relishes in the gasps and moans Sebastian lets out as he pushes two fingers inside him, meeting little to no resistance, still open and wet from the last time.

“Sweetheart? What do we say, hm?”

Seb shakes his head, blue eyes glazed over, making grabby hands at Kimi, whinging.

“Bitte, Kimi, I was good, I was good, versprechen, inside, bitte!”

Kimi adds a third finger for good measure, making a scissoring motion with them, hitting Seb's prostate on every trust, and moves up, pressing a kiss to the corner of Sebastian's lips.

“Of course, kulta, you've been such a good boy for me…”

He pulls his fingers out, chuckling softly when Seb whine at the loss, and stretches his arm, reaching for the lube and properly slicking his cock.

Seb almost screams when his boyfriend pushes inside, vision blurring for a good while, and he's pretty sure he just came untouched. He grips onto Kimi's back for dear life, nails undoubtedly leaving angry red marks on the pale skin. His thighs wrap around the older’s hips as he starts trusting mercilessly, his cock basically assaulting Seb's prostate with every push.

He's barely aware of his own body, tears, drool and sweat painting his face and body. His thighs are shaking, his vision swimming, and every single thought has been reduced to mush. He's babbling incoherently, a mix of sounds, german and broken english, words barely getting out between moans, let alone making sense. He thinks he came at least twice more in the eternity between Kimi pressing inside him and whenever now is, every orgasm leaving him more wrung out than the previous one.

His arms had fallen back on the bed at some point, clutching weakly at the blanket under him, letting Kimi use him as he pleases. Seb barely registers the older blonde’s words, a string of praises in softly whispered finnish washing over him, covering him in their safe warm hold. He whines brokenly when Kimi stills inside him, closing his eyes and surrendering to exhaustion.

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When Seb wakes up again, he feels… clean, like someone took the time to wash him and tuck him in bed. His body's less achy, comfortably warm, and he's wearing one of his boyfriend’s big shirts.

Next to him, Kimi is asleep, holding him tightly in his arms, expression content and peaceful. Seb smiles at the sight, craning his neck to kiss his boyfriend’s soft lips before curling back in his hold. He hums, closing his eyes, and relaxes, letting himself be held and taken care of.