#burekforsatoru

“thanks, hope it wasn’t our last.”

just as you were about to chuckle and respond saying it was just the beginning, that the goblin destroyer were just beginning their ride to glory, you felt his hand snake around your waist. he held you, a little taken aback, but mostly just blushing with how forward it was for his usual self. different. kind of like the way he swayed you with him, kind of to the rhythm of the current song.

“seb…” you didn’t say it loud enough for him to hear, too caught by surprise to be louder as your hips moved with his, slightly shifting so he stood behind you. his fingers were splayed over your hips and you swore you could feel the warmth of his hand even through the jeans. sebastian’s chin rested against your temple and his other hand found its way to your other hip, now holding you against him a little firmer, with a little more confidence.

you cursed when the song ended, expecting him to release you, but his hands stayed put.

as the applause roared around you and the band on stage prepared to do another song, sebastian’s breath tickled your ear and you could hear him better.

“wanna come over later?”

“o-over?” you cursed at yourself, realising what he had meant only after you’d already asked.

“yeah, to my place.”

your heart was beating through your throat, thumping relentlessly as you swallowed.

“oh come on,” sebastian let out a chuckle against the side of your head, “did i imagine you eye-fucking me while i was on the stage?”

your heart sped up, you didn’t think you'd been that obvious, though you could hardly remember anything from their set that wasn’t the way sebastian had flicked his hair out of the way, the shape of his focused brows… and the movement of his hands on the keyboard, the slender, deft digits caressing the keys with skill and passion—

“well?” his hands tightened on your hips, pulling you against him a liiittle tighter, it was almost embarrassing how much you enjoyed feeling him harden against your ass.

“when later?” your breath caught in your throat and you felt his chest move as he laughed.

“impatient?”

“let’s go now” you turned around, spinning out of his hold and facing him, your blushing face be damned.

you must have caught him off guard, being so eager, but damn it he was right. you had been staring at him the entire night. the entire season, actually. ever since you had first spoken to him. without another word he pulled you towards the exit, where he’d parked the motorbike. before you’d thought it was a little pretentious of him to forgo taking the bus with the rest of the crew, but now you were grateful for it. you just hoped sam wouldn’t freak out when he discovered you gone…

the ride was quick and refreshing, after the stupid heat at the venue you welcomed the whipping wind with a grin on your face. you could hardly control your movements as sebastian parked and brought the bike into his garage, fumbling with the keys as he let you in. soon enough you were dashing down the stairs to his bedroom. you weren’t unfamiliar with his bedroom, having visited quite a few times now. you’d brought him random minerals you had found at the mines, you'd come over to play solarion chronicles, or just to hang out on the couch and read his comics while he worked. but now you saw it in a different light, or lack thereof.

in full, promising darkness, you could hardly make out the shape of his bed when he spun you around and pressed you against the door. his lips parted yours and you let him press you between the hardwood door and his warm body, the heat pulsing between you made nearly unbearable. so it was no surprise that sebastian reached down to the hem of your top, quickly sliding it up and off your body over your raised arms, barely breaking that searing kiss. you’d have been perfectly happy staying against the door, had he not spun you around and dragged you to the bed. as you sat down on the edge, searching for a safe path blindly, he reached to the side and turned on the bedside lamp. it cast a gentle glow onto both your faces, helping you in the mission of getting him out of that hoodie. now topless, he crawled over your body as you lay back on top of the slightly crumpled sheets. 

the pillow your head rested on smelled of him and you briefly imagined what it would be like waking up on that same pillow to the sight of his sleeping face. the face whose gaze was currently hungrily devouring your entire form, wondering where he was going to start unwrapping what was left of your clothes.

suddenly, those same deft fingers you had watched dance along the keys on stage were on your jeans, unbuttoning them and untying the flannel shirt that was tied around your waist. lifting your hips, you helped out by shimmying out of the offending clothes before undoing his jeans, tugging on them so he would hurry up. you didn’t want to wait anymore, but his pace was teasing. it was building tension so high you could hardly fit more of it into your throat before having to let out an impatient huff. he caught the sound of it and smirked, yoba it was a sinful curve that made you tug on his jeans harder. sebastian’s hand knocked your fingers off his jeans paired with a click of his tongue. he was dead set on doing it himself, torturing you with his slow movements. finally, he was left only in his boxers, having slid off his jeans along with his shoes and yours. there was a little wet patch on his boxers, right where his leaking tip pressed against them, achingly hard, constricted, and begging for air.

he caught you looking down his chest, stomach, that little patch of dark hair trailing underneath the waistband of his boxers, and finally settling your gaze on the perfect outline of his cock. you smirked ever so slightly, entertained by the show of neediness in his boxers. sebastian only scoffed, grabbing your knee and moving it to the side to spread your legs wider.

“you’re no better, you know?” he teased, lowering his head to ghost his lips over yours while the hand not holding your leg trailed up your inner thigh, settling on the wet patch of your own. right on the sweet little panties you had innocently picked out after stepping out of the shower today, ready to go see your friends’ first ever gig. poor past you had no idea those same panties would be rubbed in this way hours later, that they’d be pushed between your already wet folds by sebastian’s slender finger as he got them wetter, gliding up and down to collect yuor slick on them.

the way sebastian trailed that finger up and down your wet slit made for gently stimulation, coaxing slow, drawn out moans from your lips only to be caught in his mouth as he brought them down to kiss you again. he swallowed every single needy sound, fueling them more and more as he pressed a little firmer against your clothed clit. you reached up into his hair, tangling your fingers into those strands that he had always flicked away from his eyes, always fussed with despite the fact that they were obviously covering his face on purpose. his hand tightened its grip on your leg when you tugged on his hair, his breath vibrated in your mouth. this is it, you thought, this is how i break you.

almost as if he sensed your feeling of victory over his composure, he pulled away from the kiss and stopped rubbing your pussy to wipe the string of saliva that connected your lips. his self-control didn’t last long, for he immediately continued kissing, only not your lips, leaving them to let out small gasps and huffs of pleasure while you were still holding onto his hair and making yourself believe you were guiding him at all. sebastian’s lips grazed your skin as he trailed them down to your breasts, slowly taking your bra off by sliding his hands under your back to unbuckle it surprisingly skillfully. one nipple soon found its way into his mouth, being warmed by his breath and toyed with his tongue, while the other was under gentle care of his thumb and index finger. 

the way he played your body like his damn instrument had you lifting your hips up, searching for any kind of friction, anything to help you relieve some of the pressure building in your abdomen. it was thrumming, loud and violent in your body, but he took his damn time. this is it, you thought, this is how you break me. it seemed to amuse him greatly, your blatant want and inability to get satisfied quickly. he let out deep chuckles against your nipple, popping it out of his lips with a wet sound before he could continue down your body over the tingling skin, leaving fiery patches as he kissed and bit your flesh. both his hands were finally on your body, holding your hips down and preventing you from bucking them upwards, though not for lack of trying. you struggled against his grip, desperate for more while he seemingly found immense enjoyment in watching you unravel on his bed.

you kept tugging on his hair, kept making him gasp against your warming skin while he made his way to where he would inevitably stop just to piss you off. those eyes lifted and stared right into your soul, looked at your pitiful expression, lips parted, eyes glossy, skin so flushed. leaving one last kiss right under your navel, he had some mercy on you. his lips parted and pressed against your clothed pussy, his tongue ran up and down the already wet garment, slicking it with his saliva more, sucking against it and humming to vibrate your needy skin. still, he wouldn’t let you lift your hips, still he held you down against the bed, prolonging your efforts at grinding your cunt on his face.

“s-so meaaaan" you whined out, tugging on his hair to try and pull him closer against you, curling your toes in frustration.

“you haven’t seen mean yet,” he vibrated the air between his wet lips and your, unfortunately clothed, pussy, “i can be worse.”

the smirk he wore had you groaning in frustration, but it clearly wouldn’t help you get what you wanted. he wanted to play dirty, to have you on edge until you pleaded for him, to reduce you to a puddle that he could lap up with that warm tongue.

“but you’re right, it’s not fair.” sebastian’s fingers hooked under your panties and he slid them down. you were so damn relieved that your breathing got faster, you moaned at the very feeling of air on those wet folds that he dove right into. parting them with his tongue, he pressed it flat against your clit, gently licking up and down and releasing your hips. as soon as his hands left your body, you lifted yourself off the bed, grinding up into his face, tugging his hair, whining, moaning, cursing. it was the sweet release that you’d been waiting for.

somehow, he let you use his mouth, he willingly went along with your movements, at the same time taking his boxers off. now, he was matching the pace of your hips against his face with the movement of his own hips against the bed. suddenly, just as your whimpers got louder, as your fingers pulled on his hair tighter, he closed his mouth around your pulsating clit and sucked harder. that simple action coaxed a pretty whine from your pouty lips as you came, thighs shaking around his head, pressing together dangerously as he let you squeeze his face with them. using his tongue, sebastian led you through the orgasm, lapping up all your juices carefully, making sure not to spill anything.

fuck, the wet noises of his mouth mixed with the moans from yours caused your head to spin. you could just lie there like that for the next few hours, had you not wanted to feel him inside of you. he was the same, for with another, almost gentle, kiss to your pussy he crawled over to kiss you on the mouth, slipping his tongue to glide against yours, letting you taste yourself on his lips. you pulled him closer, drinking in the mix of his saliva and your juices, pulling his entire body against yours and wrapping a leg around his waist, grinding up to feel his hardened cock grind against your sopping cunt.

“i’m feelin’ mean again,” he whispered against your lips, breathing into them before once again kissing hungrily, “wasn’t done making you beg.”

in response, you whined and pulled his body closer, desperately trying to grab onto him to not let him pull away and torture you again. sebastian chuckled, lifting his torso up despite the nails that you dragged down his back, and settled between your thighs once again. instead of keeping the distance from you, he spread your legs again, holding them apart as he got closer, resting his cock between your folds. he started to move, grazing your clit with the underside of his shaft, making you lift your hips with every thrust, but in vain, as you got no friction from it. this time it wasn’t just your noises that filled the room. despite his own initiative to keep the teasing up, to not actually give you any relief, he was moaning as well. he let out a little whimper, instantly scrunching his face in embarrassment, probably hoping you hadn’t heard it. oh, but you heard it.

and it spurred you on to angle your hips better.

“fuck, this wasn’t supposed t–”

“wha– what, your little p-plan not working, hm?” you teased him, finally donning a smirk on your face as he looked like it was getting harder keeping himself from just fucking you like he meant it.

“brat” he huffed out, releasing one of your legs to lead his hard cock to your entrance, gently poking into it.

sebastian hissed as his tip entered you, drawing a higher pitched moan out of your lips. instantly, the bastard pulled out, leaving you empty and wanting.

“looks like i’ve got a few more tricks, huh?” he was way too happy with himself, teasing your dripping cunt by only putting his damn pretty tip in and taking it out, smearing it with your wetness, spreading it down to his shaft.

“you’re sooo–”

“say please.” he interrupted you, cutting off the attempt at insulting him.

you closed your mouth, furrowing your brow as he pressed his tip against you again. “say please and i’ll stop pulling out.”

it was a no-brainer, but your proud mind could hardly just accept the defeat. you wanted to make him fold, but here you were, spread out, teased, desperate for him to stuff you full and fuck you like you’d never felt it before.

“h-huh?” playing dumb only made him roll his eyes and bring his hand down onto your clit, gently tapping it as if making sure you were aware of your naked state.

“don’t you huh me, say please,” he rubbed your clit so slowly it was almost painful, “or the tip is all you get.”

you gritted your teeth and took a deep breath before swallowing your defiance and in your best, sweetest voice pleaded with him.

“pleeease?”

“please what?” damn bastard wanted you to beg and grovel, his smirk kept growing, kept getting more annoying, yet so damn attractive.

“please, sebastian, fuck me… properly, ‘wanna feel you all inside me, wanna… wanna cum on your dick, please.”

your pouting must have worked, because he leaned down to kiss that pout before spreading your thighs again, looking down at the needy blushed cunt spread open before him, and pushed inside again. he groaned and it was the most magnificent sound you’d heard. his hips bucked ever so slightly against you, but he didn’t go much further inside. barely more than the blasted tip again. once you started whining, he brought his hand down on your clit again.

“i said i wouldn’t pull out, didn’t i? damn impatient brat.” he clicked his tongue, though under all that bravado he was still trying to keep it together, his eyes betrayed it. “keep those legs open for me.”

you obeyed him, keeping your thighs comfortably open so he could keep moving between them. once he stopped breathing so deeply, his hips moved slightly forward, giving youa little more, but not quite what you wanted. before you could let out a whine, he let a drop of saliva roll off his tongue and land on your clit. it made you hiss, but he ignored it, instead rolling your pulsating clit under his thumb. he played you like his damn keyboard, making your throat sing exactly how he wanted, whimpering under his touch while he kept his tip inside you. gently, slowly, he slid in a little deeper, making you curse and in turn getting your clit played with a little harder. sebastian let out a slow hum, as if savouring the feeling of your cunt contracting around him, squeezing him in to keep his cock inside, sucking it in, needing it.

“so damn…” he shook his head, finally meeting your eyes as he held your hips with those elegant fingers, “tight, fucking hell…” with another hum he slightly pulled away, but still keeping his tip inside, as he promised.

doesn’t mean you were happy with it. your hand sought out his, so you gripped his wrist, keeping yourself grounded in the moment. after a few moments he slid deeper inside again. yoba, you felt every damn vein on him, you felt it drag inside you, teasing you with that gorgeous texture. your back arched into the air. the sight excited him so much he had to slide in deeper and give you more. more, once again. the bastard then pulled back, waited until you gave him a dissatisfied whine, and then slid fully into you.

you threw your head back on his pillow, moaning out into the dimly lit room, trying to get used to having all of him inside. sebastian’s head dipped down low, he held you in shaky hands for a few moments until he could get enough of a grip to start moving. it was something almost sacred, the way his cock hit all your sweet spots so well. his balls slapped against your ass with light taps until he decided to speed up, his teasing be damned.

"a-ah l-like tha-at…” you held onto his wrist with one hand, tightening the grip, and onto the headboard above you with the other. you sure hoped it was sturdy enough, because he kept going faster, harder. thrusting into you with heavy grunts and an occasional whimper as your body arched, getting the angle just right, getting it to make stars dance behind your closed eyelids. his voice behind your eyes looked like bright fireworks, moaning, grunting, whispering fuuck, so pretty, so sweet, filling the air with lewd noises.

“yoba, ‘m not gonna… not gonna last that lon— oh fuck…” with a voice like he was on the edge of an orgasm already, sebastian slipped nonsense between those parted lips. only fuelling your needy moans further, he grabbed you tightly, wrapped his arms around your waist, and lifted your hips off the bed. oh, that was sending you into another dimension. he kept sliding in and out, so freely now as he let himself stop being so damn mean and stuffed you full, gliding in and out of your slippery cunt.

as sebastian’s thrusts lost their constant rhythm, the moans from his lips increased, now reducing him to a mess as he held you up, using you like his personal toy to ruin, using you to extinguish the fire in his abdomen and yours. you felt your thighs shake. the whines and curses from your mouth grew higher in pitch, so fucking needy for him, tightening around him, sucking him into yourself.

“a-are you gonna…” you tried to enunciate, tried to speak in a normal tone, but it was pathetic.

“y-yeah i’m… are you?”

“m-mhmmmm”

feeling your lip quiver, you grabbed the sheets underneath. sebastian lifted you a little higher, speeding up once again, building up a pace he could hold as he thrust inside you. but out of the blue, you cried out, gripping the sheets tightly to hold onto something solid as you tightened around him and came, shivering while he kept pumping in and out of you. now he was cursing louder. whimpers came in between grunts, a few more rough thrusts before he groaned loudly, throwing his head back as he slowed down while emptying himself inside you. he rode out that high with his bottom lip between his teeth, slowly moving your body that was nearly limp in his hands, filling you up with his cum as it shot into you.

gently, sebastian lowered your hips back onto the bed, slowly pulling out of you. he looked at the spot where you had been connected just a minute ago, his release now slowly trickling out of it. the view must have been hypnotic, he kept looking for a few long minutes, catching his breath while your limp body lay there exhausted. warmth was spreading into you again, from your core to your fingertips. you closed your eyes for a second. the second must have lasted longer than planned, since as you opened your eyes, sebastian was standing next to the bed with a wet cloth, reaching down to clean you up with gentle touches. you looked into his focused face, seeing none of that mean smirk he had worn before he let himself enjoy you. i guess in a way we broke each other.

you groaned as he moved your legs, feeling gummy under his touch. chuckling, he dropped the used cloth next to the bed and crawled carefully over you. his warm arm brought your body closer, rolling you into his chest as he dragged the covers from under you and over both of your bodies. your cheek gently rested against his chest as he turned the lamp off, once again sinking the room into darkness. this time the dark felt softer, all tension from it seemed to have disappeared while his hand rubbed your back in slow circles.

“so…” you started, feeling a sly grin curling your lips, “round two?”

he snorted in laughter, coughing before sighing in disbelief. “you’re outta your damn mind.” he paused before pressing an uncharacteristically tender kiss to the top of your head. “at least give me five minutes…”

you didn't mean to, and you called him a few minutes afterwards, to say sorry, to tell him it's been a day, to let him know you still love him, that it was just a bad time and you won't do it again, but he didn't pick up. unsure what's worse, him just sitting there staring at his phone unwilling to pick up or him leaving it somewhere so you can't reach him, you try to stop yourself pacing. there was an attempt to calm your nerves with a shower earlier, but you merely stood there under the stream of hot water, fully clothed, until the air became too heavy to breathe, so you peeled the wet clothes off of your body and left them on the shower floor, unable to make yourself pick them up.

he didn't answer then either, the rude quick beeping noises timing out your call. and as your phone locked afterwards, the picture of the two of you hugging and grinning at the camera almost seemed to mock you. look what you had, it seemed to say, until you ruined it.

you're busy pushing those words down even now, after you've gone through every possible combination of words you could've used instead, when a fast knock on the door startles you out of those thoughts.

taking long strides, you pull the door open to see sam standing there, hand pressed against the top of the door frame and towering over you.

he came to see you… despite everything, he came to see you. his face is pointed at the floor, and you're unsure if you're even deserving of meeting his bright and cheerful gaze after how you spoke to him on the phone. you're still regaining your breath when he slowly lifts his head, but he doesn't look sad at all. or angry. or irritated in any way. he's not there to confront you, sweet sammy boy, not there to tell you it's over, to break it off because he deserves to be treated better. no, the shine in his eyes is all too familiar to you, though usually it stays in the semi-darkness of your bedroom, close-up while you share the same breath and his moans echo in your ears. the shine is almost making his pupils look like they're vibrating. his lips are slightly chapped and parted, letting out quick breaths like he ran all the way from his house to you. like he was still desperate to be with you despite your snapping at him so unfairly.

"babe…" he starts, little more than a whisper, "i'm sorry i—"

"you're sorry?!" you scoff, covering your mouth to stifle a sob that threatens to escape you and ruin the perfect chance you have to apologise like you've been begging the universe to allow you. "i tried calling, i— i couldn't reach you, sam, i'm so fucking sorry i shouldn't—"

"no, no you don't…" he pushes off the door frame and instead grips your shoulders with large hands, leading you backwards deeper into the farm house. he kicks the door closed with grace he rarely exhibits, not breaking his stride for a moment while you let him push you wherever, as long as he's there with you. "you don't understand, you don't… don't apologise."

you see his adam's apple bob as he swallows, and you look down to make sure your feet safely cross the threshold to where he's taking you — your bedroom — and that's when you notice it.

"sam…" you gasp, the sight of his bulge straining against his faded jeans making your head spin.

"don't… don't, pleasejus'letme…" and just like that, his hands leave your shoulders only to tug on your clothes. the light stays off this time, the only thing helping you see the pale hair that tickles your neck is the warm glow from the hallway spilling into the room. his hands move through pure muscle memory, sliding under your shirt while his lips glide down your neck, swallowing your scent and your taste and your sounds as you try not to gasp too loudly when he sucks a bruise into your collar bone.

standing there, unsure what to do with yourself, you're letting him do what he wants, fearing he'll snap out of it and push you away, repeat your words back to you, seethe as he leaves you half-dressed and fully broken, deserving of every awful word he could say. but sam just keeps taking, in a single swoop taking the shirt from your body off over your head, dropping it who knows where as he's kneading your breasts, stepping just close enough so you can feel the press of his bulge against your skin.

your hands hang by your sides uselessly, but the twitch of your fingers is telling of how much you want to at least apologise with your hands, if he doesn't let you do so with your words. you're itching to wrap your fingers around his cock, to hear those melodic moans from his mouth as you're stroking him, to feel his release stick between your bodies as you climb over him to sit on his overstimulated and oversensitive cock and make him cum again and again, until both of you are spent and nearly passed out, unwilling to untangle from one another before falling asleep. you wish, but he's taking the lead, showing you what he wants with hungry, open-mouthed kisses and wandering hands that slide down to rid you of your pants.

obediently, you step out of them, wrapping your arms around his clothed back, slowly, carefully bunching up his shirt to start pulling it off. he pulls away then, and you can feel the cold air of disappointment and fear echo in your bones. you've fucked up.

"i'm sor—" you start, but sam shakes his head.

"no. please… i need—" he takes a deep breath and finishes what you started, sliding his shirt over his head and making it follow the path yours took through the darkness, landing with a faint thud somewhere on the wooden floor. "need you. need you to do that again."

he's on top of you in less time than it takes you to inhale, now laying you on the bed and grinding his hips into you. the friction of his jeans on your thin panties almost aches, the desire to have him buried inside you vibrating through your limbs while your mind is running in circles.

"do what—" you murmur, barely able to part from his lips as he kisses you, moaning into your mouth with every roll of his hips.

"tell me how—" he groans "fuckin'" he moans "pissed off you are with me."

you're halfway through unzipping his jeans when you stop, confused.

"h-huh?" you turn your head away from him for a moment, breaking the kiss. "b-but i'm not… i'm not, and i'm sor—"

"tell me," sam doesn't let your lips being away stop him, he kisses along your jaw, hips twitching like they're reminding you to continue moving, to continue unzipping, to keep freeing him from the constraints of not being inside you, "tell me again… say it please…"

you're staring at the darkness in the corner of the room, replaying your words from earlier in your head. you're so annoying, you could kick yourself for it now, shut up for a second, you close your eyes like that will stop the memory from replaying. you don't want to say it again, not when it's never been true, only ever a heat-of-the-moment stupid sentence that you want to take back, but sam…

"you're… annoying." you squeeze through your teeth, testing out the waters, but as you finish saying it, sam bucks his hips against you harder, groaning into your neck before he kisses it again, again, dragging his lips along it.

"like you… like you mean it."

"you're annoying." you squeeze it out, this time a little more intensely, and it tickles inside your abdomen when he whimpers against your skin.

you quickly, hastily finish unzipping his jeans, tugging them down and scrambling to push them down his legs with your bare feet, lifting your hips to feel his erection against your dampening pussy. sam is grinding harder, using his knees to free his feet of the stupid pants while his hands are busy pulling the fabric of your panties to the side, slipping a finger between your folds to feel you.

"fuck… again, please, please, again—"

"sam," you start, but the twitch of his cock when he pulls it out of his boxers that stay bunched up on his thighs makes that unbearable heat pool in your stomach, "shut up!"

in one movement, the need of which is enough to send shivers down your entire body, he nudges your folds apart and slides his cock head inside you, groaning like a storm is raging in his chest. his hands are quick to find their place on your hips again, gripping your soft flesh already bruising under the strength of his hold. sam is losing his damn mind, pushing you into the mattress, grunting into your neck in between messy, wet kisses, rolling his hips into your squelching cunt so desperately that you could swear the bed starts creaking.

"m-more, again." he pleads, whimpers sticking to the wet patches along your collar bones, his lips ghost kisses along your breast until he sucks a nipple into his mouth, humming around it while your fingers dig into his back. your legs are wrapped around him, clinging, locking ankles where you can pull him towards you again, making him fuck into you just as you open your mouth and groan into his ear.

"shut. up. sam!"

sam thrusts faster, hammering into you until your eyes are rolling back, teeth catching your bottom lip in between them as your warm walls clench around him. he always knows how to make you feel good, even when he's barely aware of more than how soft your skin feels under his hands and how perfect it is when he fucks you until you're drooling. you can hardly even register the taps of his balls against your skin, he's moving so fast it barely feels like movement at all, he's hitting your sweetest, spongiest spot with his tip until you're cumming on his cock, toes curling, throat pushing out a loud moan.

it doesn't even slow him down.

he's so far gone, head swimming in all the things you don't mean that slip past your pretty pouted lips, too high on your irritated tone to care. you don't even hear yourself, because one orgasm bleeds into another, already tumbling through it while sam kisses back up your neck and whimpers into the sensitive spot just under your ear as he fucks you harder. tipping. both of you. over. just as you call him annoying one last time, he presses his hips flush against yours. and your heels dig into his lower back, and he groans from the bottom of his soul, his cock kisses your sweetest spot and makes you roll your eyes as he cums.

you don't know how long it takes you to come down, how long you lie there with sam sprawled out on top of you while his cock slowly softens and his lips stop continuously kissing you anywhere they can, purely relying on muscle memory as they map out where he bruised you and bit you and licked you. you don't know what time it is when he rolls off of you with a tired, almost childish groan, and disappears somewhere in the house, because you close your eyes and hope that he'll come back, that he won't forget you tried to apologise, that you didn't mean any of the things you said to him while he fucked you.

you must have dozed off. your aching body is warm under the covers, wrapped into sam's arms as he holds you against his chest. his snores vibrate against your ear, marking it safe to snuggle up a little tighter. hopefully he remembers your true feelings… though he seemed to enjoy that lie a lot. maybe you can lie to him again, whenever he asks you to.

“if i’d known this seduces you i’d—” he cut himself off, a little surprised to see you walking towards him with your shirt already halfway over your head. as soon as you dropped it on the floor, it was clear that your jeans were next. they were left in a pile on the floor, a little closer than the shirt.

his smirk turned into a grin, the same grin he always wore every time he saw you in nothing but underwear.

“damn, woman.” you cut him off as you yanked his arm, pulling him back into the bedroom from where he had emerged a mere minute ago.

“shush, frog boy.” sebastian laughed at the stupid nickname for him, but you couldn’t focus on that now, your body made it imperative that you get him out of his clothes immediately.

as he landed on his back on the still unmade bed with a light oof, you were already crawling on top of him like a hungry animal about to bite into the juiciest prey. his eyes never left you as you reached the spot under his ear, pressing airy kisses down his neck just to hear him breathe out.

“you’re draggin it o—”

“shush”

sebastian immediately dropped his complaint about taking your time, the shortness of your words and the blunt tone made it clear you weren't going to give up on the pace. slowly, you trailed those soft, barely-there kisses down to his collar bone following them with a little bite, just enough to make him gasp. the bite turned into two, then three, four, five reddening bruises forming a path down to his stomach. he was breathing heavier, his hands gripping the sheets under him when it was clear he wanted to grip something else. something that would make you moan against his warm skin.

there it was. the hip bone uncovered by the waistband of those silly pyjama bottoms. you sucked a bruise into the skin, feeling his hips buck ever so slightly as you grazed him with your teeth, playing with him. teasing him, he would say. but how is it teasing if you're going to give him exactly what he wants? emboldened by a soft moan that left your lips and scurried up his body into his ear, sebastian released the crumpled sheets and tangled his long, slender fingers into your hair, tugging on it just a little, letting you know he was getting impatient.

“mmmph, let me… let me do it my way” you begged. the kisses that littered his body were mixed with bruises in the shape of your loving mouth, nearing ever closer to the treasure you were about to uncover.

“fuck, p—” he moaned in despair as you slid your fingers under the waistband of his pyjamas and nothing else, “please for the love of yoba you’re torturing me, woman”

you licked a patch of his skin, covering his happy trail in a thin layer of saliva; playing with his patience was always your strong suit. while he squirmed under you, your brain was working overtime. uncaffeinated, unchecked by any sort of idea of time. you were taking your sweet time in worshipping his body, the body that was so often hidden under his comfortable hoodies, only unveiled to you within these four walls. now you had him spread out on the bed and in the palm of your hand — the hand that was dragging itself up his thighs and over his stomach, up all the way to his chest where you dug your fingers into the pale skin, decorating it with marks becoming more visible as you dragged your nails down.

what a tasty husband i have, you thought as you opened your mouth again, pressing messy, open-mouthed kisses on top of his clothed cock, slobbering over it and wetting his boxers with your saliva. his body kept tensing and relaxing, his hips kept bucking up into your face, trying to insert himself into that teasing mouth.

“could just keep you here like this, y’know?” you murmured against his boxers, feeling him tensing as he realised you were being somewhat serious. you could keep him like this, undulating under you as you teased him.

but you wouldn’t be so cruel. with another few wet kisses seared into his body over the damn underwear, you found mercy in your heart, hooking your fingers under the offending fabric and slowly sliding it down his legs until he could use his feet to take over and get rid of it.

this time, your lips landed on his already leaking length.

it was as if a lightning struck both of you, the sudden change in pace made him buck his hips one last time before you pressed them down onto the bed, humming with your lips wrapped tightly around his tip, sucking on it gently, wetting it with built up saliva.

“fffffffuck i—” his tone was whiny, begging.

“mmmph—” you moaned with his precum on your tongue, detaching your lips from him only to push a strand of hair out of the way. “fuck you're making me want more.”

before you could get too impatient, you brought your mouth down on him again, sucking in your cheeks slightly, making his hands on your scalp tighten around the strands of your hair.

the noises filling the room were downright pornographic, the curses slipping past his light pink lips, the moans you were stringing onto his hard cock… it was both, an auditory heaven and nightmare. sebastian’s grip in yournhair kept tightening, completely in rhythm with your cheeks hollowing out on him. your eyes fluttered, wanting to stay open and see his lovely face contorted in pure pleasure, but the feeling of need making you close them.

“e-enough.” he found his voice just to make you stop. you promptly dettached your lips from his cock to protest, together with a string of saliva connecting them to his tip, but he grabbed for you, pulling you up to him so he could kiss you like you hadn’t kissed for months. the kiss was needy, hard, and hot, searing into your lips with how he pressed himself on you. it was almost insane how he could find enough will power to pull you off him just to kiss you like he was trying to eat the air out of your lungs.

and oh.

with one fluid movement he rolled you onto your back, reversing the roles and leaving you so stunned that your hands stopped tracing his back before you regained some sense of self and continued touching along up to his shoulder blades.

“you’ve done enough.” he whispered against your pouty lips before pressing one last kiss to them.

“n-no i—” as soon as you started talking, his lips were on your throat, promptly shutting you up as he interchanged between them and his teeth, grazing your skin downwards, bound for the edge of your bra.

“all ‘cause of some damn pyjamas…” he murmured the words against your breast, now pushing the material of the bra up to take the nipple into his mouth, vibrating it with slow humming.

your body is already arched into his, voice is already echoing in the room, a soft whine leaving your lips as he nips your skin.

“h-haah ‘s not my fault you look—”

“you got me them, woman, and you can’t control yourself around me with them?” he chuckled as his lips trailed your body, down to your stomach where he bit again, sucking a red bruise into your skin with his hands digging under your body and behind your back, blindly unbuckling the bra and sliding it off your body, sending it somewhere onto the floor.

“ca-ah can you blame me? you look sooo—" sebastian’s hand found its way to your lips and pushed two fingers between them, shutting up your excuse as you instinctively started sucking on them.

“there we go, enough excuses.” he sounded awfully sure of himself as he trailed his tongue across bruises he was leaving on your hips, only pulling his fingers from your mouth when he used that hand to swiftly take your panties off, making you shiver slightly with the air now hitting your wet center. his throat let out a little groan when he pushed your legs up and open, pressing down on your thighs to keep them spread open for him.

“yoba, look at her… pretty and wet f’ me, hm?”

you could almost laugh at how he clearly tried to tease you like you did to him, but it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t dive right in, tongue flattened against your clit, moving in fluid motions that he knew made you immediately squirm. wasting no time, you grabbed a hold of his hair with both hands, trying so hard to hold on, to stop yourself from closing your thighs and suffocating him as he feasted.

it was a mistake to look down at his long fingers holding your thigh, all it did was make you moan louder. the thought of him, your husband, holding you like that, of you belonging to each other in that way, set a fire in your abdomen, the ever so familiar heat spread through your body and made your hips roll upwards, into his smirking mouth that just kept moving, either unaware of your efforts or aware and amused. his licks kept going, from your clit to your entrance, there and back. there and back. again. again, swirling, pressing, biting.

“r-right there” you managed to squeeze out in between whiny moans.

and he listened. he kept his movements contained within your favorite spots, slowly sneaking his fingers towards your cunt, gently pushing two digits inside, making you lift your hips up, causing your thighs to start shaking, your hands to grip his fringe a little tighter, in turn eliciting a deep moan from his lips directly onto your clit. and the cycle started again. his fingers slid a little deeper, twisting, curling inside you, touching along the warm spots that make you lift your hips higher, shaking and quivering under him as your face scrunches in pleasure, moans sounding higher in pitch.

“hnnng s— ah i’m… please don’t stop” you were already whining before then, but your skin felt the shape of his lips, opening a little more each time he licks down, curling into a self-assured smirk when he saw how he turned you into a mess.

a little sucking noise reached your ears, his lips were tightly pressed against your clit as he sucked on it while curling his fingers and repeatedly stroking your sweet spot. you could hardly take it. your eyes flew open and rolled back. you were shaking. lifting your hips up. breathing heavily. shivers were going up your body and through your face, the only thing that could sort them out was — oh.

“go on,” gulp, “i got you” sebastian’s voice chased you over the edge you’d been teetering on for a few dragged out seconds, paired with a press of his fingers against that sweet spot and the vibration of his words against your soaked pussy. you cried out for dear life, hips completely off the bed, pressing you closer to his chin while he lapped up all that you had to give. colors burst behind your eyes, all you could hear in that moment was your own ragged breathing.

“always taste so good.” he was smacking his lips, licking off his fingers, wiping his chin, and licking the hand off — yoba save me.

suddenly he was hovering over you, pressing his wet lips against yours and gliding his tongue into your mouth. tasting yourself on him, you wrapped your gummy arms around his neck, finding stability after being dissolved in pleasure. sebastian wasn’t done yet, no. he shuffled you over, rolling you onto your stomach and taking your hips, pulling them up so you had to press your knees deeper into the mattress. there was a gentle sound as your ass met his hips, a skin-meeting-skin noise followed by immediate rubbing of his erection against your cheeks before he held it in his hands, gently swiping it against your wetness. with a soft moan from him and a gasp from you, sebastian pushed inside again.

snug. warm. it was like coming home.

slowly moving to get you used to it, his hip bones collided with your plush skin. your face was all but buried into the crumpled sheets as his cock got sucked into you.

“a-ahh f-faster… you can—” you didn’t even have to finish the sentence for him to bring a hand down on your ass cheek and speed up, making your whole body bounce back and forth, slapping against him in a familiar rhythm, occasionally smacking or kneading your ass and murmuring praise as he held a hand on your lower back, pressing against it to steady you both.

the wave of heat covered your entire body as you heard sebastian grunting quietly behind you, it was getting harder to keep your wits about you, his hips kept stuttering against yours. with your cheek pressed against the bed, you whimpered and cursed, getting painfully close to finishing. thank the heavens, you had an attentive husband whose hand snuck around your hips to gently slot a couple of fingers between those soft folds and rub your clit, tight circles making your hips buck against his, so damn close you could taste it.

“you-fuck you okay?” it was his usual question when you get extra vocal, both comforting and teasing at the same time. you hummed in a high pitch affirmatively, unable to verbally answer, the only words on your mind being please, please, so close.

the image of you pressed together like this, of him smacking your ass, making it jiggle and smirking at the effect, swirled in your mind, and with a few more sharp smacks you shivered, thighs trying to close and alleviate the pressure between them. cursing, his pace stuttered a little from being squeezed by your walls, almost like they were squeezing the life out of him. the hand that was pressing against your lower back moved to your hip, squeezing as he brought you against his hips harder, faster, rougher until…

groan.

“fuuuuck”

heavy breathing. he came with a ragged shout.

you could feel warmth spreading in your abdomen, as well as the warmth of his body suddenly draped over your back.

“darlin’...” you murmured against the sheet as his lips found your shoulder, pressing soft kisses and bites on it, humming in question at you while lazily trailing his hands on your sides.

“nothin’... i just love you.”

sebastian slowly pulled out of you and dropped on the bed to pull you into his arms. as always, you could feel the mermaid pendant press against your temple when you leaned on his chest, but it was just another physical reminder of your connection.

“i love you too, weirdo.” he chuckled as you nuzzled closer into his chest before he kissed the top of your head.

“how am i a weirdo?” you sounded almost offended, though you knew he used the phrase only affectionately.

“getting turned on by damn frog pyjamas.”

ah. well, he had a point there.

“yeah well you looked alright in them.” your mouth curled into an amused smirk against his warm skin, against one of many bruises you sucked into his chest this morning.

“alright,” he scoffed, “guess i have to wear them every night now.”

his eyes follow you across the room as you rejoin your friends, very clearly faking the little stumble so as not to raise suspicions while the song shifts and you get swept up in the crowd rolling toward the open living room area. the cigarette between his fingers nearly reaches his skin, the ash building up as it slips his mind, so he curses before tossing it into an overfilled ashtray on the counter.

stupid, he chastises himself, he should really ditch the party and go back home, but there's something keeping him from moving his feet… at least in the direction of the front door. sebastian finds himself scanning the crowd for the first time tonight. whenever he had to locate abby, it was hardly any effort, but now he's lifting his chin, trying to see the top of your head. he should really stop. it's not going to lead anywhere good, at least he's trying to make himself believe it. he'd be better off just keeping his head down and not bumping into anyone on the way out, definitely not letting himself get… dragged toward the impromptu dance floor.

his eyes snap to the hand that's holding a fistful of his shirt and, before he could even think to pull away, he notices it's your hand. what in yoba's crusty cum sock are you thinking, grabbing for him and bringing him into the crowd? and, more importantly, why is he going along with it?

suddenly, he's surrounded. pressed against him on all sides, sweaty, smelly bodies oozing alcohol and cigarette smoke. if only he'd been more prepared and lit another cigarette before he tried to walk out of this house, if only he'd kept his cup to have something to do and not itch so badly to drag his fingers along your wrist. it's too inviting, your skin pressing against his chest as your palm caresses him. you're dancing, it's just a part of the vibe, he's telling himself. but something about your mischievous look is telling him there's more to it than just giving in to a song that sounds like it should be accompanied by high pitched moans and sounds of his hips snapping against your ass. on a second thought, he shouldn't be thinking about that at all, no matter how sexy the rhythm is, no matter how much the vocals are making his head spin to the point where he's close to not giving a shit about the drunk guys bumping into him, spilling the contents of their cups onto the floor, just for sebastian to step on the wet surface with his shoe.

with the piercing gaze you're keeping on him, the press of bodies and the weight of the mixing scents doesn't matter, there's a clear line between you two and it's getting shorter, distance dying with every seemingly confident step you take towards him. there's fire in your eyes, a glint so bright that it stops the breath in his throat. your hand gets bolder, gliding across his chest until you're pressed up against him, that fire spreading into his body now, tingling from his fingertips to his toes. sebastian can't say he's ever been weak, but there's something about the way your careful hands don't lose sight of their mission, mapping out his body with all the people around you watching. some cheering, a few raising their swishing cups, spilling drops of alcohol over the white walls, but you pay them no mind, so he ignores them as well. until there's a pat on his shoulder and it's unfamiliar. a congratulatory drunken smirk on the guy's face almost gross enough to make sebastian pull away from him immediately. but the man just chuckles and moves over to the next victim of his stale breath, and sebastian can breathe again. tethered by your touch, he's leaning into it, his body almost swaying to the music.

the beat carries through his body in waves, and he laughs out loud involuntarily, throwing his head back and letting the noise disappear in the deafening commotion around you. he never thought the day would come, when he regretted not paying attention to how to dance, how to move his body in a way that's not so stiff and clumsy, where to put his hands, where to move his heavy feet. he wishes he didn't drag them on the floor, but you don't seem to mind one bit. in fact, it's almost like his lack of rhythm and direction is endearing. what the hell is your deal, he wonders, but doesn't let himself overthink this moment like so many others. the reward for it is soon delivered in the form of your hand reaching lower, hooking your fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and pulling until he's pressed so tightly against you that he can finally sense something other than alcohol and sweat, the scent of your hair overpowering anything else, not because it's strong, but because it feels like air after hours of suffocation.

sebastian has to will his hands to move, and not just hang by his body lifelessly in absence of anything to hold. well, anything inanimate to hold, because after a speedrun of talking himself into it, he rests his palms on your hips. he may have imagined it, but he's fairly certain that you chuckled at the contact. you're so bold, he notices, grabbing for him and dancing to the song that's changed now, the sensual vibe permeating every second, and he feels like everything around him is neon purple, like it's reflecting in your eyes and that cheeky fucking smirk on your damn lips. oh, how he wants to kiss it off, but how could he possibly move? how could he, when you're spinning and now facing away from him, but after a millisecond of disappointment, he feels your ass press against his crotch.

yoba's saggy tits, he's pretty sure this is as far as he can handle you. trying so hard to keep his dick down, because you'd probably laugh if you felt it harden against your ass after two fucking seconds of grinding on him. oh, he's in for it now, he knows it, your friends keep cheering for you every time they turn to see you, and you're so shameless as you flip your hair over your shoulder to look at him helpless behind you. this time it's greed that makes him hold your hips, the need to press you harder against him and relieve the tightness threatening to coil in his abdomen. sebastian can almost visualise you without those pesky clothes in the way, visualise your bare skin and how you'd arch your back if he could slot his cock inside you. just like this, exactly like this, while you look at him over your shoulder like some seductress that lets him know she's precisely where she wants to be.

you're gone too soon, leaving him breathless as your body moves away from him, instead grabbing for his wrist and tugging on it in the direction of the hallway sectioned off with furniture that's obviously been moved there with the sole purpose of blocking it off. out of limits, but he's got an inexplicable desire to break some rules tonight, move some boundaries. he catches abby's smirk across the room as he disappears from the crowd, led by your quick steps, like you can't wait to get him away from the noise. he's more than happy just being out of the centre of the dance floor, but that's not what's got his heart racing, it's the sight in front of him, your confident hand that pushes past the empty bookshelf— he guesses the contents have been safely stored elsewhere— and jiggles a small key into a keyhole on one of the doors.

the difference in noise almost kicks him in the chest, it's so stark that if he were under the influence of anything he might think the whole party was playing on a huge set of speakers that got turned off and there was only the residue of bass pounding in his chest. but there's still that heartbeat in the walls of this room, a pulse so deep that his hips almost start moving again. eager to feel you against his body, palms itching to grab for you… you'll be the death of him if you keep doing what you were doing in the living room, with the bat of your lashes, with the smirk that told him you knew what you were doing…

"for yoba's fucking sake, i can't do this shit again." your voice is too loud now, not used to the quiet room, and so you slap a hand over your mouth as you chuckle at yourself, leaving sebastian almost as surprised as he was when you first grabbed for him and pulled him to the floor.

"i— do what again?" he stammers, furrowing his brow while you move away from the door and turn on a few smaller lights across the room. the long string of fairy lights stretches from one wall to the other, hanging over the bed in the centre of the room, dipping the entire space in soft light like a little sanctuary from the pulsing brightness in the living room.

"the party, this is the last time i'm playing wing-man for my friends, especially since it seems to always result in my place being a mess... you can sit down anywhere by the way." you gesture at the bed, the soft mattress inviting sebastian to sit down after spending hours on his feet.

his brain is playing catch-up in real time, and he's aware you can probably see it in his eyes, the moment when everything slots together like the last puzzle piece.

"your place. right, so why aren't you out there still? are we hiding from someone?" the corner of his mouth lifts in amusement. there's a secret here, between you two, something you're confiding in him about even if you won't tell him exactly what it is.

"you looked like you needed a break." you say, matter of factly, taking a seat on the desk chair facing him as he is carefully sitting down on the bed.

"i was on my way out, couldn't let me leave, huh?" sebastian's cocky tone is too effective, making you roll your eyes and chuckle. he's right on the money, he can feel it, but there's something other than just need that drove you to grab for him and drag him into the centre of attention with you. he stares you down, continuing to undress you with his eyes like he did while you rubbed your ass against him in front of everyone, he sees almost too clearly how you'd be so soft to hold onto, pliant under his fingers, all while you're simply sitting with your legs crossed, leaning against the back of the chair and looking up at the ceiling. you're taking your time, maybe even thinking of what to say, how much to uncover, whether to pretend you're still doing this for his own benefit, or maybe to let it all go to hell and take him on your bed like he's suspecting you wanted to.

"don't get too full of yourself," you start, but sigh once you see him sitting so comfortably, much more at ease now when there are only the two of you and the soft lights. "you're blushing like crazy, you know that?"

sebastian pauses his thoughts for a moment, feeling the heat pour into his face even more. he hasn't counted on you being able to see him in the dimmed light, but of fucking course he would blush. especially since he thought that… well… that you brought him into your bedroom to let him finally find out what you'd feel like if he made you cum repeatedly.

"i don't blush," he scoffs, but the smirk on his face doesn't fade, "you're drunk. seeing things."

"drunk on water, just like you, actually." you snicker, and that's when he has his confirmation, you've been paying attention to him throughout the night. when nobody else pestered him to get a 'real' drink, paid him any mind other than to push past him and ask for his lighter when they saw him smoking, of course you'd be the one to see. you, who used the same trick to make it seem like you're indulging, letting go, living a little… or so his friends would say.

"high, then." sebastian doesn't relent, despite the blooming pink across his nose, spreading up to the tips of his ears, and probably his neck, which you would see if the lights overhead didn't cast his shadow downwards.

"wrong," you cheerfully respond, and he begins to think you're enjoying keeping him guessing, "stone cold sober, unfortunately."

"what's stopping you?" he leans forward, resting his elbows on the faded patches of his dark jeans, just above his knees.

"wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy?"

sebastian rolls his eyes so dramatically, he's half-afraid they'll stay in the back of his head. "not one to have fun, huh?" he knows it's rich, coming from him, a sober idiot who was so close to not even coming to this party in the first place, but there's that fire in your eyes again, the one he saw when you grabbed him by the front of his shirt and dragged him into this whole situation.

instantly, he rethinks his words, because what could be more fun in this moment than seeing you get out of that chair and take a few quick steps towards where he sits on the edge of your neatly made bed? where else is his head — and dick — telling him he should be, other than right here, where your body is so close again, leaning over him so he has to tilt his head up to face you, betray that he is, in fact, blushing like an idiot?

"is this not fun enough for you?" your breath hits his cheek, you're so fucking close. he swallows any protest that could possibly arise. too close, too fast, too warm, too… tempting. now you're almost in his grasp, and suddenly he's a stuttering fool, that cocky smirk might as well have not been his, all the way back when he first sat on your bed. "we don't have to do anything, you know? you can just go if you…" you let the words linger while your lips get a little lower, almost touching the blushing tip of his ear, "…don't want to."

"no," he breathes, "i want to."

he reaches up and tentatively cups your cheek. a small victory blossoms in his overheating body, because the flesh under his palm is just as warm as he is. gotcha, he thinks, not the only idiot flustered to all hell in this room. it's enough to bring the smile back to his lips, something you must be able to feel against yours when you lean in and recklessly press a kiss right on that smirking mouth.

he's so fucking hungry, taking breath after breath from your mouth like he hasn't tasted anything so sweet before. an immediate addiction, a spell on his mind that crackles with the electricity between you. it only gets worse when you play along, when you act quickly and sit on his lap. sebastian's hands settle on your hips and pull you a little closer, making damn sure you don't slip off him, what a fucking tragedy it would be, to lose a single second of contact. suddenly he doesn't feel awkward with how hot his body is getting, underneath your clothes you radiate heat just like him, telling of the wanting beast you must be feeding. with each taste of your tongue against his, there's a new idea forming in his head, a new angle from which he's imagining you unravelling, all for him, all because of him.

he's pulling you closer, grabbing desperately to rub your crotch against his, to feel something more than an idea, something as real as the lips slipping moans into his mouth with each moment of friction between you. instant reward, a whimper he pulls from your throat is everything he wanted and more. his fingertips almost cramp from how he's digging them into your hips, and thank yoba he's got enough brain power to do something about it, because he might lose it if you didn't let yourself be thrown onto the bed with a bite on his bottom lip and a giggle against his teeth.

reluctantly, he pulls away and your protest is a long whine, but it dies on your lips when he starts kissing down your neck, showing absolutely no intent on stopping when his hands reach the hem of your top and slowly pull it up, waiting with bated breath and praying to everything that you don't try to stop him. you're only melting under him, thankfully, breathing a little faster the closer he gets to slipping your shirt over your head, and when he finally does it, it feels like the reality has shifted.

your skin under his hands, an image he's been waiting to see, a sensation he's been begging to feel, anticipation that's making him tremble. sebastian is becoming greedy. one touch, and he wants more, he wants to make your body arch and quiver like his self control is quivering right now, teetering on the edge of sweet indulgence with his lips so damn close to your skin. your scent fills his nostrils and he's shifting his body for better access. his hands glide down your sides, then back up, relishing in the jerks of your hips as he looks up at your face.

eyes closed.

lips parted.

the noises that roll off your tongue make his breath hitch before it can fill his lungs. he's kissing the skin of your neck before he can think any more, already not trusting his hands to listen to him. yoba's sweaty nutsack, you're practically pressing your hips into his body with how you're moving. like he's slacking, dragging out the moment while his lips connect with your warm skin, making a path down the expanse of your chest, fingers snaking under your back to undo your bra and fling it to the side. the walls of your room vibrate with the heartbeat of the song playing in the living room, adding a layer of sounds mixing in sebastian's head, an underlayer for the gorgeous little chuckle that leaves you, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

he trails down to the underside of your left breast, biting a cheeky bruise into soft flesh that you clearly have no problem with, because your fingers card through his dark hair, locking around the strands as if to anchor yourself. he can't help but grin against the bruise, licking over it to soothe the angry bright mark as he continues his path, the trail unexplored by his curious lips, his eager tongue. southbound licks and kisses interchange, filling the air with lustful sounds of your higher and higher gasps, of his murmurs against your skin, of the sheets under your back rustling. he's almost imagining you pushing his head down with how damn eager he is to get to taste you properly, but not wanting to rush his path and cut this short. sebastian's chin grazes the waistband of your jeans and he freezes. only for a second, sure, but it's enough for you to lift your head up off the soft pillow where it rested a moment ago. he doesn't want to stop, hell no, but at the same time he can't help but admire how precious your eyes are, slightly worried in the way that you frown, wide-eyed, already trying to offer him a clear out if he wanted it but he busies himself with undoing the button on your jeans instead, tugging them down almost desperately in response to you thinking he could ever want to stop this.

the back of your head meets the pillow again, and he's smirking at the way your hips lift to let him undress you, but it's not entirely fair. he's fully dressed, boiling hot under his clothes while your body breathes under him. so he takes a brief pause, as quick as he can to quickly shrug his t-shirt off and get back to task at hand. the task, of course, making his mouth water as he now lays his eyes on the pretty little wet patch on your panties. he's half-tempted just to sit there and watch as you squirm under him, wetness spreading through the thin material, but he's too greedy. greedy with his touches, greedy with the hands that pull your legs up and press them against your stomach, indenting the softness of your thighs. greedy with the warm breath that caresses your clothed pussy before his lips press a long, dragged out kiss right where the wetness is.

like a man addicted, he keeps kissing over and over, not stopping until the fabric is drowning with his saliva and your arousal and his mind is swimming with how it would feel if he finally made contact with the sopping little thing covered in wet panties. even then, when he stops to breathe, he doesn't pull away. barely a breath between your wet pussy and his hungry mouth, he slowly hooks a finger under the fabric and pulls it to the side. close enough for now, enough to feed his starvation, enough to dip his tongue between your squishy folds—

"mmmph—" sebastian groans into your wetness, "fuck, you're perfect, aren't you?"

if he wants to let you answer, he doesn't act like it, immediately diving in to taste your bare, slick lips and kiss them like they deserve to be kissed. there's treasure in the sighs, the moans, the pitiful attempts to get your hips up higher, as if he's not rendering you useless with each flick his of tongue across your clit. sebastian keeps going through your quivers, tongue gliding through your softness and dipping into your sweet clenching hole, groaning into it as you tug on his hair with shaky fingers. he's not one to like his hair touched, not usually, but there's urgency in your hands that can't be contained, each pull he feels on his scalp coaxes a smile and a groan right against your pussy. his hands brand the undersides of your thighs with how hard he presses into them, wanting to immerse his entire being into you, and yoba knows how good it will feel to finally sink his cock into this slice of heaven.

pulling moan after moan from your parted lips is his drug, more and more until he hears your breath hitch so deliciously he almost stops licking into you, he almost stops sucking on your precious clit to fully focus on the noise he's causing in you, but he's not that mean, he hums into the warmth of your pussy to carry you over the edge and let you ride out this orgasm on his face. he doesn't stop you when your hips grind against his mouth, doesn't stop when his nose is buried into your pussy, not when he's grinning and kissing and licking your wetness drinking it all in with his palms firmly planted on your thighs. his first trophy of the night, the dripping on his chin that he reluctantly wipes off on your inner thigh, but his lips come back for it, licking it off, kissing the skin of your leg so delicately, thanking your body for giving him something so good, so precious, so addicting. your panting like a symphony vibrates through his entire body, and just like that, he removes one hand from your thigh only to lean his head there, looking up at your chest rising and falling to the sound of your happy breaths.

he feels the warmth of your body on his cheek, smiling up at the state he's reduced you to, barely containing his pride in the glisten on his lips and the sparkle in his eyes. now, with one free hand, he glides his index finger along your pretty folds, tracing the path his tongue has learned now, already missing the softness under his touch. once your breathing slows, once your voice mellows a little, he spares a second to kiss your thigh again, but soon leans in to kiss your tender clit. one long moan later his hand is back on your leg, pushing you into a better position so he can eat you out again, this time savouring you even more. now that he's seen what gets you off, now that he's seen you twitch when he sucked on your clit, now that he's felt your cunt clench around his tongue, now he can play a little. like a bastard, he licks a quick stripe through your folds and nips a little, feeling his heart flutter at the little whimper that slips from your lips.

"p-please…" your pathetic little whine has him lift his head to look up at your breasts rise and fall, but his lips stay firmly planted on your pussy.

"yeah?" he smirks quickly, licking little s figures into your pussy like he's marking it with his initial over and over again.

"don't— don't toy with me." your voice is so sweet, so tender, a little shaky just like the hand that cards through his hair, almost caressing him while he teases you.

one kiss to your clit, another, third kiss for good luck, and he finally decides to answer, his voice gently vibrating your pussy. "awh, but you said you didn't want to be sober… what better way to get you out of your head than to be thoroughly fucked out?"

no smartass answer, though he can see it in the clench of your hand in the sheets that you'd love to give him one. sebastian chuckles in his victory, resuming the gentle licks and sucks on your precious little clit. the flat of his tongue teases your slick folds while his heart savours the high that your squirms give him. he could get lost in the endless kisses, in the wetness once again marking his chin while you're trying to get less and more at the same time. this time… he hums and slides one long finger inside of your pretty cunt, instantly smiling against your clit as he feels your walls tighten, so soft and warm around him. once again he feels himself wishing it's his cock inside you, not his tongue or his finger, but there's time. the night is young, and you clearly wanted to escape the party roaring outside of your bedroom. so he'll make you escape it all, make you unable to recall your own name, the only one that'll be left on your honeyed lips will be his.

his mouth claims your sensitive folds one kiss at a time, open-mouthed, wet, messy, sloppy, finger pumping in and out though your walls are unwilling to let him go as he curls the digit upwards, relishing in the loud whine you give him. smiling between the licks and the drags of his lips along your slit, he feels you get more restless, lifting up your hips again, gripping his hair like you did before, breaths quickening, and so he does the only thing that he can. he adds one more finger inside your quivering cunt. it's so warm and soft for him, so pliant as the two fingers curl up into your soft spot, making your thighs attempt to squeeze around his head in a desperate attempt to close. but no… his one free hand squeezes your thigh, indenting into your flesh while he focuses on getting you there, wanting to hear that sugary moan again as you fall apart under him.

this time, when he sucks on your sensitive clit, you tug on his hair and clench around his fingers like you're never letting them go. this time, he keeps going even though he wants to grin like a damn fool with how you're getting his chin wet after he thought he'd be the one losing it when you were sooo confident on the dance floor. when you were grinding on his crotch and he could feel his ears burning with how much he was blushing, but here in your bedroom, as you cum for the second time, as he's barely stopping himself from humping the bed, he's winning. with a few long, dragged out licks he savours you, taking in everything you can give him as you pulse around his fingers. sweet juices coat his slowing digits while the flat of his tongue keeps writing slow swirling letters across your slit, eyes locked on your body breathing so heavily now, two orgasms down, who knows how many more to go…

damn, it's almost torture for poor sebastian as he has to pull his fingers out of your gripping cunt, but the look on your face as you lift your head and see him put those wet fingers into his mouth might be making it worth it. his lips are glossy with your juices, eyes sparkling with arousal, and yours are reflecting the feeling in his chest. your fucked out face, so soft as you lean your head back against the pillow and try your absolute fucking best to make a grabby hand motion towards him despite your entire being shaking.

his erection strains against the dark jeans unfortunately still strangling him as he obeys your motions, crawling over you to press a few kisses to the pout on your face. a few of those that he was so excited to press to your pussy, now being returned by your eager lips as your arms wrap around his neck. his eyes flutter along with yours, sharing the taste of you with your tongue as they glide along each other, moving just like his hips against you as your wetness is smearing on his jeans while he struggles to keep away from you.

he needs them off.

now.

clumsily, betraying the extent of the need that shakes his fingers, sebastian reaches down to tug his jeans off, cock begging him now to be let free, to feel your cunt clench around it. yoba's stretched out g string, he groans as his boxers finally roll down his thighs, jus' a liiiittle more—

"please," your sweet whisper is so loud against his wet lips, vibrating harder than the music thrumming through the walls, "put it in… wanna feel you."

as if he hasn't been determined enough before, he pulls away from you with a whiny protest following your words, but he'll be damned to hell if he has to deal with anything in the way of enjoying your sweetness any further. one quick, almost inhuman movement of his hands and your pushed-aside panties are off your legs, one more and his jeans are off, landing on the floor soundlessly as he crawls back up, settling between your soft thighs pressing against his sides. a heavenly feeling, silken sensation of your skin while his hand glides up your leg, hooking it behind his back. pressing closer, right against you, now it's his erection sliding between your squishy folds, not his eager tongue. the tongue that's now parting your lips and claiming your mouth, using one hand to tilt your chin up and the other to guide his tip to your needy cunt. sebastian swallows every moan, hungrier still as you whine into his mouth when his tip pushes past the entrance, finally feeling your warmth on his cock.

"shit…" he murmurs in between kissing you so desperately, "feels s' good… you feelin' good?"

you nod slowly, lifting your head to catch more of his mouth, biting on his bottom lip as he slides further into you, not stopping until his entire length is snug inside you. he takes a moment, savouring the feeling surrounding him. there's nothing around the two of you now, no music, no noise, no dozens of people mingling around the rest of the house. just two bodies needy and thrumming with desire on top of your sheets, rustling them as sebastian starts to thrust. your leg hooked around his waist tightens, joined by the other one so you can pull him closer, moaning softly as his movements deepen, hips colliding slowly… at first. it takes almost no time at all to set a pace for him to feel you clench around him, pulling him in, trying to grab a hold on that perfect sensation of having his cock fill you.

it's better than anything he could've drunk at the party, better than any favour he could be owed for coming here, better than staying at home with his usual routine, feeling at least a little bit sorry for himself. now he's living, feeling a thousand needles poke into his brain and release unfathomable amounts of dopamine. the beautiful moans slipping past your lips leave a honeyed taste on his tongue, spurring him on as the pace gets a tiny bit quicker, as his sensitive tip hits your sweetest spot faster and your heels dig into his lower back. he knows he's doing it just right, because your hands get grabbier as he speeds up, your nails dig into his back and leave slight stinging pain in the shape of little crescent moons, and he hopes to everything holy that it leaves a mark. he hopes this moment becomes a tangible memory he can see in the mirror for days to come, remembering the taste of you on his tongue, the feel of you around his aching cock.

looking so pretty underneath him, your body arches up into him like you can't stand to be apart even an inch, your hips move slightly, trying to keep up with his movements but too weak to get into the proper rhythm. not like he's going to relent though, instead, he's speeding up a little more, getting addicted to the sound of your skin meeting as his hips collide with yours, the noise that falls from your mouth, the low thrum in his chest. addicted to the power he feels when your soft cunt tightens around him, when you whine for him in that way he's heard already, he leans down to have you do it against his mouth.

"gonna cum?" he groans out, watching for your lashes fluttering at the question. a strained out yeah is all he needs to smile and press his lips to yours, catching a moan as you let it out, clenching around his cock and curling your toes in ecstasy. "yeeeeah you are… good girl… sweet girl."

you open your eyes as he slows down, thrusting into you almost lazily as you look up into his cocky smirking face. barely illuminated by the faint lights in your room, but he can see your glossy eyes. the fully dilated pupils, cock-drunk face as he caresses your cheek with his thumb. sebastian is so gone for you in this moment, the softness in you making it feel that much more intimate, the sound of your voice making him want to bottle it up forever.

"i—" you start, voice cracking, "i can't anym—"

"one more." he kisses your bottom lip, speeding up his thrusting slightly to have you close those eyes again, to have you swallow thickly as his body swallows yours. "just one more, and that's it, hmm?"

your nod is like salvation, he dives in to kiss along your neck and jaw, lowering one hand under your ass to lift you up a little, changing the angle to fuck deeper into you, he's giving you his all, not holding back now. faster, he's panting into your neck. harder, his hips slam louder into you, the slapping noise mixing with the rustling of the sheets and your respective moans. his head is swimming, your pretty cunt is contracting and not letting go and you're so damn loud for him, despite the slight rasp to your voice now, scratched ragged from so much moaning and whining. and he's loved every second of it, every little huff and groan, every whimper that he needs tattooed on his soul.

sebastian is seeing heaven. he's almost completely gone, a stuttering fool so like the way he was when you pulled him onto the dance floor and then to your room. he closes his eyes firmly, unable to look at you and not slip something embarrassing from his mouth. instead, he focuses on the feeling of your warm cunt sucking him in, a sure sign you're close again, you haven't had a moment of rest since he got his hands on you, and your legs have since released their tight hold on his waist, now dangling uselessly against his sides. with a desperate movement and the need for closeness, he lifts your hips off the bed again, this time pressing your hips flush against his as he ruts into you, chasing the high so great that it might crash over him and make him collapse on top of you.

it demands to be felt. the flying sensation, the tingling in his limbs, it propels him forward as he buries his cock deep inside you with a low groan and, while you tighten your soft walls around him, spills his cum inside of you. shallow, languid thrusts, ruts, help him go through the orgasm, groans mixing between your mouths as he swallows yours and you his.

it might have been minutes, maybe even days, that he's just lying there collapsed on top of you like dead weight. your gentle hand slowly starts caressing his back, small, tender circles along his shoulder blades, followed by a light kiss or two on the side of his head, it's all making him never want to move. it's how he would end, if it were up to him, but you groan a little, almost as if in pain, and it works like an electric shock to his spine. sebastian pulls out of you, albeit extremely reluctantly, and slides off you onto the bed. he keeps one arm over your body, though, ready to pull you in, and you don't even open your eyes as you smile at him.

"you're blushing like crazy, you know that?" your voice is softer than he expects, softer than the ragged moans he's been pulling from your throat until now.

sebastian can't help but laugh. even if he's still feeling weightless, like his body isn't truly his, there's enough strength in his hand to caress the length of your body and laugh as he recalls the same accusation you threw at him earlier.

he shakes his head. "i don't blush," he slowly opens his eyes as he responds, softly in the gentle light of your room, "you're drunk. seeing things."

"drunk on you." you murmur, directly this time. so slow in the way you roll over, facing him on your bed. the thrum of the party is constant, a steady heartbeat in the walls, but now it's out of your minds, a barely-there reminder of why you're both in here, staring into each other's starry eyes so tired and blissed out.

"yeah," he breathes out a chuckle, "i'm drunk on you, too. like such a lightweight."

four eyes closed, limbs entangling again, bodies heated as they slot together like puzzle pieces — ready to forget the world and stay in this moment for however long you can, stealing fragments of time as you evade the outside. the noise. the people, their expectations. nobody can expect much if you never leave this bubble.

the bedroom is smaller than you anticipated. or maybe it's made smaller by the sheer size of the bed at its very centre. deiran puts you down onto the floor and you immediately reach for his hand, dragging him after you to witness your awe as you flutter through the room to run your fingers along the intricately carved frames around gorgeous paintings decorating the stone walls. he reaches out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, then leans in to trail his lips down your neck, and you already know where tonight leads, because you're relaxed under his fingertips, surprisingly warm as they slide the sleeves of the dress he enchanted for you earlier down your arms, the bodice ribbons drop like an invisible force has cut them apart, the dress pools around your feet as you turn to tangle your fingers into deiran's hair.

in an instant, with a snap of his long pale fingers, his clothes are vanished, all that's left is the clip in his hair that you quickly throw across the room, not caring where it will land, because now you can run your hand along his scalp and tug… a little harder so he lets out a chuckle into your mouth, catching your bottom lip between his sharp teeth until you whine.

"you play mouse to my cat, your highness?" he all but purrs against your lips, inviting you to part them and let his tongue dance with yours. "i wonder… how much power are you ready to take? and how much you're ready to hand over…"

you're too afraid to ask what he means by it, because he's so sure of himself at all times, and seeing him hand over control to you may just be the end of the reality as you know it. but there's something nagging at your fluttering little heart that's imagining the trickster king beneath you, undressed physically and emotionally. thinking of his red eyes swallowed by his pupils as he worships his queen that he's been waiting for. it would feel good taking the reins, at least for a little while, and his grip around your waist tells you it's on the table, the offer so sweet on his tongue as you kiss him.

deiran wastes no time letting you wonder, as if reading the unsaid questions from the tip of your tongue he's walking you backwards to the large bed and instead of pushing you onto it, he twirls you both until he's falling down onto the mattress, pulling you on top of him and securing you with his hands squeezing your waist.

looking down at him from this height, seeing his pale hair splayed against the rich dark sheets as soft as the night outside, you wonder if this is just a reflection of what he thinks you'll like. the desire to know if this is his true form grows in your chest, and his parted lips let through small breaths as your hands trail up his torso and back down to his abdomen, feeling him solid underneath you while his very real hands feel your sides, squeezing you like he's trying to absorb you into him.

"you're much too beautiful to hide under all this clothes," he whispers, "allow me…"

you nod silently, swallowing saliva that's been gathering in your mouth as you forgot how to breathe. you don't mention, though, that all this clothes is just a tiny pair of panties and a bra that's one of the only remnants of your mortal-worldly clothes that you have here in the castle. you watch it tear with a swift pull of his fingers. just like that, it's gone, thread ripping where his long finger hooks under the fabric of it and then it's off. you can't help but shiver, your nipples pebble against the sudden air that envelops them like a loving embrace. your panties are the next, and last, to go. now that deiran's warm body is right against your wetness, you test out the movements of your hips by gently rocking them against him, supported by your palms on his abdomen.

the king groans deeply as you graze the tip of his cock. the grip of his fingertips against your hips shows how incredible his restraint is getting, not to just flip you over and stuff himself into you until you're crying for air. your eyes caress his gleaming skin, pale under the moonlight peeking through the window bathing him in its silvery light. oh you're gulping air like you're starving, rolling your hips against him again until you push yourself lower, grinding against the head of his cock until it's rubbing against your clit so perfectly that you moan, making deiran's eyes close for a brief moment.

"beloved," he gasps, "i'll beg if i must."

what a gorgeous promise falling from his greedy tongue. you won't be needing his begging tonight, not when your cunt is crying to feel him, drenching the length of his shaft with her juices to plead for the feeling of being full. a quick decision leads to your hips lifting just enough, his strong hands keeping you there until you're holding his pretty cock in your hand and, with no second guesses, aligning his tip with your entrance.

sinking down onto him may be the longest few moments in your entire mortal life. as if the stars have aligned, you're seated on top of him like a queen on her throne.

his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, lips parted, eyes fixed on your beautiful face. one look at his flexing forearms has you nearly collapse onto his chest to let him take over instead of you, but you're taking this chance to guide your first time with your king to your own liking, especially since the power was so kindly handed to you.

deiran's moans are like magic twinkling in the night while you roll your hips on him, taking his cock deeper inside you. he's holding onto you like he's not sure how to stay tethered to this reality if his palms aren't pressed against your skin. looking at you in reverence, he's slowly bucking his hips up, pressing deeper into your warm pussy, squelching little noises like kisses against the base of his cock. your legs tremble as you ride him, struggling to keep you up as his tip hits that soft spot inside you that has your toes curling into the silky sheets.

you're breathless by the time his hands wrap around your waist and pull you down against his chest, making his hip movements desperate as you whine into his shoulder and he fucks you through them. countless grunts end up in your hair from his throat, his grip on your body like steel as his hand presses your lower back down, making you take his thick cock deeper and deeper, and he listens to your precious little whimpers while he apologises, he'll let you take charge next time, there will be another, he just needs this, he needs it, he needs you to take him just like that. because how perfect are you, glowing and shivering and whimpering as he fucks into you faster, until your lips form that perfect moan for him and you tighten around his shaft, coating it in slick while your toes cramp against his thighs, the orgasm nearly paralysing your entire body for a moment.

he curses then, stifled by your shoulder as his hips stutter and give out, stopping only after he's spilled all that he has for you in that moment, coating your warm, soft walls in his essence as pale as the moon.

your body goes slack on top of him.

his arms hold you even tighter.

the king is already whispering sweet promises into your hair, the gentle reminders of your royal claim on his heart and body, the soft praises as his cock slowly slips out from your full cunt, not without a little whine as you part.

there will be more, he tells you, he'll give you everything you could ever want. you don't doubt it for a second, holding onto his bare shoulder to stop feeling dizzy. the king rolls you over, taking the covers with him to wrap you both into a safe layer of silk. he grins. a swift glint of his sharp teeth lets you know he's got you here for good, and there will be another dance, another chance.

the air is cooler than usual, this might be the first time you’re witnessing pelican town spring, cherry blossom leaves filling the air with their soft pink color. 

you look around, already emotional with the realization that there will be no help in the form of the old man shouting an over-excited welcome as he makes his way shuffling across the bus stop to embrace you tightly, smelling of earth and herbs. no, there will be no help from him. time has decided so. 

swallowing your sadness, you pick up the heavy bags and start towards the farm. 

“you’re back!” a breathless shout sounds from the direction of the town square and you see the usual sight.

a tall figure with a blond mop of hair on his head, a shorter one with a tidy ginger bob, accompanied by two even smaller figures. the surprise at their company stops you wallowing in sadness, breaking you out of the already set frown on your face and instead making the corners of your lips curl up slightly. 

“how did you–?” your gaze drops down to the kids following penny’s steps. the few years you haven’t been here didn’t seem that harsh, not until you notice their heights. “oh yoba’s tears, what are they feeding you two? hey guys!”

vincent sprints over and nearly knocks you over as he wraps his little arms around your waist, giving you his usual enthusiastic greeting. seeing the happiness in his action, you start feeling that growing sense of guilt for not visiting lately. jas walks over, staying closer to penny as they all approach. she shyly looks down at the ground before murmuring a hello, still as shy as ever before warming up to such a rare presence in her town. 

“gotta say, it feels like summer now that you’re here, almost makes me forget about my a-a-aller–” sam sneezes, making you lean back in surprise.

funny how a few years can make you forget such mundane things like how loud sam’s sneezes are. wiping his nose with a tissue, he rambles on about some shit or other, it’s difficult to understand him when he’s mumbling. penny smacks his arm, looking at you apologetically. 

“i’m so sorry for your loss, truly.” her words make your smile drop again. you nod, taking a heavy breath as you thank her for the condolences.

“oh… yeah i’m so sorry. i didn’t wanna bring you down, but if you need anything…” sam awkwardly scratches the back of his head before noticing the heavy bags on the ground, the dye on handles already rubbed off from straining with the weight. “well, let me carry these at least.” he picks up the bags with a little less effort than you used, and starts walking towards the farm, vincent following after his brother with a happy bounce in his step. 

penny offers a small smile as you both follow after the boys, jas trailing after penny with her smaller steps.

you arrive at the creaky gates, your heart nearly rips out of your chest once the familiar green roof peeks through the treetops. it’s worse than you expected, the steps to the porch seem like they’ve seen better days, the scarecrows are barely hanging on, threadbare and spilling hay from their bodies like gutted corpses.

it’s a horrific sight, tugging on the fond memories you have of the place. of the colorful fields of fairy roses you played in when you were little, of the sunflowers you ran through with your friend until grandma chased you out of them with a stern tone but a gentle smile, making you seek a way to pass the time on the beach. the beach . you wonder if she still likes the sea and sunflowers. 

shaking those memories from your mind and pushing the gate open, you follow sam’s path through the overgrown grass to the porch. 

“robin already said she’d be here today to fix these steps and the door.” sam kicks a loose plank with the toe of his shoe, waiting for you to unlock the front door. 

once the jingling of the keys stops, he takes your bags inside, leaving footprints through the thick dust settled on every surface inside. penny remains outside, keeping the kids from running in and touching what they shouldn’t, but sam walks into the old kitchen, testing out the tap and lights, making sure they’re functional before he can leave you to your devices. 

once alone, you busy yourself with dusting the place, lifting the old shutters to let some natural light in. dust particles dance in the air around the bedroom, looking magical as they sparkle in the spring sun spilling through the open window. you sneeze once, twice, wiping your nose with a tissue before tying up your hair and deciding to save the weeping for later. there’s work to be done. 

you  manage to sweep the floors with an old broom and dust most of the surfaces when robin’s gentle face pokes through the front door, knocking on the old wood when she spots you sweating as you try to make the place look decent again. 

“hey, cherry,” she calls you by that silly nickname that reminds you of your granny, smiling as she slowly steps inside with a toolbox in her veiny hand, “i’m just gonna fix your step, okay? sorry in advance about the noise…” voice dying as you approach her and sink into the comforting hug you took for granted so many times before. 

she always gave them out so freely, showing her affections with a gentle pat on the head and a tray of freshly cut apples when you were over at sebastian’s for the day. it was a given, on the days when the summer heat made being outside impossible, that you would spend most of the time in his bedroom, lying on the floor under the ceiling fan or playing games on his computer. robin would always make sure you forgetful kids didn’t die of dehydration or hunger. she would call you up into her husband’s lab to watch him make sparks fly by mixing different liquids or laugh when he made something expand and overflow, leaving a horrible smell in the air. 

you would then leave the house to sit at the edge of the lake while sebastian sneaked out a couple of cigarettes smuggled from abby’s dad’s secret stash. those first few tries were nearly the end of his rebellious attempts, but then demetrius had to comment on the smell of smoke on his clothes and how you would regret even lighting a single cigarette. that was the day when sebastian finally mastered the art of holding the smoke in his lungs and not coughing it out immediately, all he had needed was spite. 

now, robin’s hug is a little tighter, like she’s trying to pull pieces of you back together and slot them into place with her hold. she lets go with a little huff and a sniffle, but you smile at her through the sadness, silently thanking her for not repeating those words everyone keeps saying. sorry for your loss, my condolences, he was a great man, what a shame… yeah, it’s true, but there are only so many thank yous and yeah he was amazing you have left in you. robin pats you on the head like she did when you were younger, turning on her heel to start on that stupid broken step. 

wiping the corners of your eyes, you continue cleaning, checking every light bulb and power outlet before stepping out onto the porch again, just in time to see robin get up and wipe the sweat off her forehead.

“there we go, it should be good as new. even better than new, really.” she pats you on the shoulder before taking her stuff to leave. just as you’re about to go back inside to try unpacking, she calls out to you. “oh, cherry? i’m sure sebby would like to see you, too.”

with that, she walks off, wincing as the gate creaks and making a note of it to fix later. 

alone again, you walk back inside, noticing from the corner of your eye that robin left her best hammer on the floor. cheeky woman, she knows what she’s doing. you consider for a moment if you should feign ignorance, leave the hammer there until she needs to get it back, but some part of you is buzzing with excitement at the idea of seeing sebastian again. it’s been years .

the friendship is surely still there, he’s never been high-maintenance, never insisted you stay in touch after the summers, always content with hanging out for the summer and saying goodbye until the first day of the next one. he wouldn’t hold a grudge, not when that was how you functioned for more than a decade.

groaning, you bend down to grab the hammer and begin the well-known hike up into the mountains, watching the sky get warmer in tone. the muscles in your legs haven’t forgotten the path, taking over as your mind wanders to reminisce on the simpler times. starting tomorrow, you have to take matters into your own hands, clear the farm, and start planting crops – something you’ve done with grandpa countless times over the years, mouth full of questions you would list out, not letting a single moment go without a why or a how . all while your granny took care of the greenhouse, her pride and joy, walking out with a heavy basket full of ripe fruits on her hip every morning. 

the cherry picking days were the best, for they meant that granny would set a big bowl of those dark red fruits next to an empty one, and the two of you would spend the afternoon removing pits from them, eating too many in the process and painting your lips, fingers, and clothes red. the sticky stains stayed until granny rubbed them off with a rough towel, making one of those mornings’ adventures result in a sweet new nickname - cherry. 

hardly anyone uses your real name anymore, at least here in pelican town. it’s been cherry ever since. little cherry, like the blossoms floating through the air every spring.

seeing smoke coming out of robin’s chimney shakes the longing thoughts from your head. you check the watch, she would be closing at this time, that is if she didn’t change anything in the past five years. 

a quick rap on the heavy wooden door and she is already on the other side, pulling the door open to let you in with a wide, innocent smile. unsure if she knew that you saw through her little stunt or not, you give in, walking inside to place her hammer on the counter while she apologizes profusely, her mind must’ve been all over the place to forget something so vital. with a quiet chuckle you dismiss her apologies. after all, you would’ve walked over to say hello to everyone anyway. 

demetrius is murmuring as he paces the lab, writing something down on a clipboard while maru holds two seemingly identical rocks, listing off differences as she notices them. you lean on the door frame, knocking slowly on the white wood of the door to the lab. maru stops mid-sentence, nearly dropping the rocks she was holding.

“sweet sodium thiosulphate, is it monday already?” the curly girl rushes over to embrace you, squealing in excitement despite her father’s less than excited face. he doesn’t approve of her abandoning experiments and research for something as frivolous as greeting an old friend. regardless, he finishes writing down what maru said earlier and puts the clipboard down, taking off safety gloves and goggles. you smile over her shoulder, her curly hair tickles your nose as she sways left and right embracing you. “ohhhh it’s been so long, mom kept going on and on about you coming back. we were so excited!” she pulls away to look at you better.

demetrius walks over to shake your hand, as is tradition. “ah, cherry, good to have you back. terrible circumstances, certainly, we would all rather have you here of your own accord. naturally, there is no way one could stop the ruthless nature of life and d–”

“fucking hell, man, give her a moment.” like an arrow straight into your soul, that familiar bored tone breaks demetrius’ rambling. you turn your head to the side, meeting eyes with him. sebastian. with the same hair and the same crease between his eyebrows. the ring on his nostril is new, though. and so is the one on his eyebrow, his ear, yoba, he was busy since you last saw each other.

“hey.” a weak greeting leaves your lips, too busy playing spot the difference on him to even employ a single brain cell for rational thinking.

he seems to be a little taller than before, but his posture is still as bad as ever. there are traces of black on his fingernails, so he must have painted them again and picked the polish off in the meantime. you watch as he takes a pack of cigarettes from his hoodie pocket, his sleeve uncovers a little bit of his wrist, enough to see a black, now very faded, bracelet tied around it.

your heart clenches at the memory, at the thought that he has kept that silly little accessory all this time. not even a bracelet, but a strap you ripped off your favorite top when it got ruined by one of maru’s experiments. it was the last time you spent your summer here, unburdened by the real life , and sebastian insisted you save at least a part of that beloved shirt. so you did the only logical thing, you ripped both straps, tied one around sebastian’s wrist and the other around yours. the one from your wrist ended up in the trash somewhere since it didn’t fit with the dress code of your stupid fancy job at joja corporate. now you regret it, seeing its pair right here in front of your eyes.

“you coming?” his murmured half-invitation sounds just like old times, bringing the last time you heard those words to mind.

you nod and wave good bye to the rest as sebastian walks out the front door, expecting you to trail behind him as always, leading you to the lake. it holds many secrets, the clear surface of the lake in the mountains with its ever clear water and rich life. it’s been witness to every late-night adventure all those summers, it holds the memories of happy times and the promises you made under the night sky. the promises you broke by not being here. sebastian stops and lights the cigarette that dangles from his lips, taking in a few drags before turning to you.

he says nothing, but it would be easier if he just shouted, you know he wants to, he has that look in his eyes. that i’m fucking pissed off but i don’t want to waste energy yelling look he so often had when he was a teenager and only just discovered rebellion against parental figures. 

you say nothing, but it would be easier if you did, you really want to, your face certainly betrays the need to explain. to explain why you weren’t here, to ask if he’s mad at you, to reach out and make everything okay, make it better, make it easy like before. the silence between you is no longer light like it was years ago, it feels like a thread tugged completely taut and all it takes is one word to make it snap. 

“so…” you start, trying to sort your thoughts out as you speak, trying to put all the concern and emotions into the tone of your voice. but sebastian has never been a very patient man.

“five years.”

he looks away again, still standing in that same spot that he picked for smoking all those years ago when he was still sneaking out of the house with you and abby to cough out every painful drag, making for a lot of laughs bouncing off the lake. yet another memory that the water holds.

“i know.” you sit down, take your shoes and socks off, and roll up your jeans. it’s been a while since you could rest your feet in the cold water and not feel the overwhelming hurt of missing pelican town. sebastian stands there for a few long moments before joining you, though not dipping his feet into the lake.

“five years without a word.” he’s bitter. sure, your grandpa had some news of your well-being, though not much more. that corporate job sucked out all joy from life, made taking vacations impossible, made you into a husk of who you once were, not the person who went skinny dipping with her friends almost every night in the summer right here in this lake. not the person who sneaked out of the farm house to smoke joint after joint with her best friends and make out with all of them, exploring the possibilities of human bodies. “and then you show up all smiley and try to pretend nothing’s changed.” sebastian spits the words, holding the cigarette in shaking fingers as he relights the end of it. “i didn’t think you’d show up even now that your grandpa–”

“i get it.” you cut him off, stopping his angry tirade before it spirals into something else. “i get it, i wasn’t here. i feel guilty enough already, your negativity is… noted.” with a heavy breath you sigh and slide a little closer to the edge of the lake, getting the legs of your jeans damp, but it doesn’t matter. you deserve the shouting, you deserve the anger and frustration. but you’ve been putting yourself through it already, sebastian’s words only add to the burden already on your shoulders.

“why weren’t you?” he asks a question you pose to yourself every day. why didn’t i quit and come here? why didn’t i help grandpa after granny died? why didn’t i take a chance on a better life? you don’t know, it felt easier to follow some expected path. desk job, awful manager, boring dress code, decent pay, but declining motivation. in the end, you would’ve ended up completely dead inside, a shell of the girl you used to be, the girl who used to pack her bags as soon as school ended so she could be on the first bus to pelican town to spend her days helping out on the farm and the nights hand in hand with her favorite people in the world. 

that girl would daydream every day about her friends, about the loud laughter and water splashing around her. purple hair swaying as abby ran to get the ball from the other end of the beach, alex throwing his gridball a little too close to pierre’s shop and running away together to avoid the punishment, haley’s annoyed voice when you messed up yet another carefully directed candid photo by laughing at just the wrong moment. emily draping you in silly fabrics to play dress-up when it was too hot to spend time outside, penny’s look of utter horror when you would crack the spine of your own book, running to maru’s secret lab to avoid her father’s chores when she couldn’t be bothered to do them. late-night bonfires with sam’s guitar as his mellow voice chased away the silence, sebastian’s eyes peeking over the top of his comic book as you sat across from each other on his bed and read together in peace. 

now those eyes almost avoid yours, instead focusing on the tree in the middle of the lake. yet another piece of your summer lore, the memory of swinging from that tree to throw yourselves into the lake screaming and laughing. you wonder if sebastian thinks about those times as well, or if he’s so bitter that he can’t push past the abandonment. 

“why wasn’t i here? i had a job , sebastian, i couldn’t just up and leave for the summer like i used to.” pushing the guilt away, you narrow your eyes, ready to put him in his place.

he doesn’t know what it feels like, being a slave to a big company, chained to your desk in an uncomfortable chair and a perpetually cold office. he’ll never be a part of that life, he said so himself, all those years ago as he decided to chase his own dreams, even if it meant struggling. you agreed with him then, promising to be an outcast with him, another promise this lake witnessed, now broken.

the comment stings, practically throwing your old agreement in his face, but you can’t care about that right now. it’s not easy, living in the city. he’s romanticized it all his life, always saying how lucky you are that you live somewhere so interesting, but it’s hardly that glamorous. it’s too busy, loud, demanding. there’s none of the energy you filled up on in those summers.

even the unbearable heat was somehow made less so when you were running from shade to shade, playing hide-and-seek with penny and sam before being called back to the farm to help granny in the greenhouse. gone were your favorite days, seeing drops of sweat on sam’s shoulders as he practiced his skateboard tricks in front of his house. abby and you sat on the step with ice cream melting down your hands, making everything sticky with liquid sugary vanilla in between your fingers. sometimes jodi would bring out freshly squeezed lemonade in a pitcher full of the cold beverage with huge ice cubes. you’d down the drink before sucking on the ice cubes until they also disappeared. it was easy, it was comfortable. 

those memories kept you sane in the summer weeks in the office. the air conditioning didn’t work as it should and the company was too cheap to replace it, so the only solution was to fan yourself with thick notebooks that had photos of your friends stuck to the covers. photos taken with haley’s old polaroid camera, a little scuffed on the edges from being shoved into an old diary during packing. photos starring those sweet smiles that came to your friends’ lips so easily whenever you were around, smiles that lit up your nights and chased even the darkest nightmares away. 

“oh okay so you became little miss very important and immediately forgot about the rest of us? you couldn’t have come to see us once ?” sebastian’s words hurt, but nobody can put you down quite like you yourself. you’ve been doing it for over twenty years, the experience is irreplaceable. 

“that’s not fair, you could’ve called. the phone works both ways,” you reply, furrowing your brows further, “and besides, you think it was my idea to not have any fucking time off when i could actually come here?”

sebastian scoffs. of course he doesn’t think that, but it’s easier being angry with you than accepting the fact that he felt rejected, abandoned… 

confused, especially after that last summer five years ago. 

granny had passed away early that spring so you were needed on the farm then more than ever. grandpa’s hands didn’t work as well as they used to, his fingers were weaker and shakier, his knees gave out more often, and his back never truly straightened anymore. he worked harder than ever attempting to escape the overwhelming loneliness with the love of his life gone without any warning.

your parents never got into the whole farming business. they came over for the funeral and kept asking if he would move with them to the city so they could keep an eye on him . he would’ve rather died alone in the middle of his parsnip field, he said. you had to admire the stubborn old man, the unwavering sense of loyalty to his land was something else. so he wiped his tears and kissed the framed photo of granny smiling with a large sunflower on her head every morning before he left the house to work. you focused on the farm more, finally having reached the age when he could trust you with more tasks, and you loved every second of it. 

it was therapeutic, the cold earth between your fingers helped you become more connected with the land, and the animals seemed to look forward to your entering the barn and coop every morning. it was a life you thought you could get used to, even if it brought tears to your eyes whenever the greenhouse demanded attention. it was hers . it had granny’s heart and soul embedded in the glass panes and the fruit trees and those precious flowers. once you finally got over the anxiety of entering the warm structure, you could hardly leave again. sebastian found you in there often, remembering it as a place you were most likely to get stuck in if you hadn't shown up to the lake or to his house. 

it was his gentle hands that picked you up off the ground and walked out with you to greet the moon and the stars. it was him who helped you talk about her and how much you missed her. it was him who kissed your cherry flavored lips when he saw them quiver. and it was you who leaned into the kisses every time, who lay down to feel his body on yours and his hands ridding you of your clothes. it was you who sought it out almost every day that summer, it didn’t matter when or where. 

you had him in his bed, against the wall of his bedroom, on the beach, and behind a tree in the secret woods. he had you by the tide pools, on his desk, and in the lake by his house, making it another secret that the water kept. 

both of you did your best to keep those bite marks hidden, not being able to keep your teeth to yourselves when the sex felt so good. 

that summer could have very well been dubbed the best summer of your lives. if only it didn’t end with that cursed job offer.

“i know it wasn’t your idea, dumbass, but you could’ve let m– us know that we won’t see you again.” 

“i’m here now.” it’s a piss poor response to his words full of hurt. he puts the cigarette out into the ground and doesn’t reach for another, instead turning to face you again, making you look into his eyes and see the state that he got himself into, spending five years wondering…

“yeah but are you? is it you or is it some… piece of shit corporate pawn that you swore you’d never be!” his hands shoot out to gesture as he raises his voice, finally showing the repressed emotions that have been bubbling up inside his chest for years, pushed down because he didn’t want to show that he cared, that he was hurt, that he felt discarded.

was i really only good for that? good to fuck the grief out of you and have years of our friendship erased? he wondered that at night when he tried to sleep but all he could do was think about your body moving on top of his, he could still feel the dips in the mattress where your knees were when you threw your head back and moaned out his name. you looked like a goddess then, under the dimmed lights of his bedroom as his cock disappeared into you and elicited cute little curses from your red lips. “i thought we were on the same page.”

“i hardly had a choice, you know? a job is a job, and the money was good. i didn’t have the option to stay with my parents forever–”

“oh yeah, ‘cause i’m so thrilled with staying in my mom’s basement at this point!”

“you know what i mean and don’t put words in my mouth!” you sigh, it wasn’t supposed to turn into a fight. 

all you wanted to do when you got to the lake was ask him how he’s been, not have a shouting match out in the open. he keeps quiet for a while, deciding to slide off his shoes and socks to cool off in the water. he doesn’t stop there, for the rest of his clothes also find themselves on the ground and he pushes himself into the lake. you can hardly believe what’s happening, it’s been so long since you saw his body only in boxers. sebastian swims away, not caring that he’s leaving the conversation or that there are words still stick in your throat. 

exasperated, devastated that this is how your first meeting after five years is going, you lie on your back in the grass, keeping your feet in the water. fuck . of course it has to be terrible. of course, your expectation of sebastian always being such a low-maintenance friend should’ve ended the minute you let him go down on you the first time.

but how were you supposed to know he really meant it? that it wasn’t just a thing friends did with each other when they got to the point of being too horny to function. you were so tired that summer, so worn out with sadness and exhaustion from taking on more farm work, it was easy deciding to cross a line with him. you’d thought about it extensively years prior, imagining what it would be like, but never really assumed it would happen outside of your head. and now you’ve fucked it up. destroyed nearly everything you’ve built since the first time you came to the farm.

“cherry…” sebastian’s voice startles you, making you flinch and immediately sit up. he swims closer, nearly to your knees with his hair swooping up as he pushes it back with one hand. he wipes his face with it, looking up with those familiar eyes. he’s missed you, despite being furious and crushed by your abandonment, he’s missed you more. “why didn’t you call?” his voice is nearly pleading, but you know he knows why. he knew what you were like, he’s spent many of your crises helping you breathe, rubbing your back, and whispering sweet hopeful words into your ear. 

“i…” you swallow your tears and anguish, the guilt that devours you from the inside. “i couldn’t handle it anymore. i love it here but i was too fucking sad.” biting your lip for a second, trying not to burst into tears, you shake your head. this is not the time to lose your composure. so with another deep breath you continue. “i was so fucking sad because I felt that my life didn't lead anywhere if I didn't make something of myself in the city. stupid, I know. but once i was successfully made a cog in the machine I just got tired . I couldn't get away for long enough to recover, it was draining everything that made me me. and you would've hated me.” the tied strap around his wrist catches your eye again, sebastian places his palms on the edge where you sit, on either side of you as he looks up from the lake, wet hair pushed up and water droplets glistening on his pale face. 

okay, so he hasn't changed that much, despite the images that your anxiety put into your head during those years away. he still has those deep eyes and unfairly thick eyelashes. he has a few healing scratches, most likely from the mines, on his cheek, the one that usually gets covered with his long fringe. 

“how could I hate you, cherry?” his voice is still pleading, for a moment almost making you forget that he has every right to be angry. “sure, I was pissed off, I wanted to hate you. but you know the deepest parts of my heart, I could never feel that way about anyone else. even when you’re acting like a dick…” his hand reaches for yours, bringing it to his chest, right where his heart beats, “even when you're an insufferable, selfish, annoying brat that pushes all my buttons… even then I  cannot hate you.” there is a hint of a smile on his cheeky lips, but you know you owe him more than what you gave.

“i’m really sorry. i missed you every day i was away.” you confess, eyes meeting his in an intense stare. his hand tightens around yours, like your apology is the last piece of the puzzle he has been trying to solve for years. “i missed everyone here, but I thought about you most of all.” you swallow, feeling your throat become drier than ever. 

it's the most open you've been with someone since grandpa died, having responded to everyone's condolences with a sad smile and a weak thank you . but with sebastian it was never like that, you never felt like you had to hide what you were feeling, even if it was pain. both of you have been there for each other, and a bond like that doesn't snap so easily. 

“missed me the most, huh?” his face shifts into a mischievous smile as he holds your hand against his heart. 

the grip of his fingers tightens for a second, reminding you of all those times you ran with sebastian to escape the mayor’s stern look when you were sneaking around town, planting rotten vegetables under his door mat to piss him off after he shouted at sam for skateboarding in town. sebastian took your hand then, much like now, and he ran, dragging you after him to his house where you could finally stop and catch your breath. 

you want to say more, reveal the depth of your feelings and how he infiltrated your poor heart, how you cried your heart out nearly every night since you got that job, how you became what you had promised him you never would, thinking he would hate you, call you a sell-out, see you for the weak conformist that you sold yourself to be. you want to tell him he has the central role in your dreams. that he matters most, and you need him now more than ever, already having felt his care and support when granny died. 

everyone tiptoed around you and avoided mentioning her name that summer, but sebastian made sure to keep her memory alive by getting you to talk about her, joining you in the greenhouse to pick cherries with you, eating more than you'd put in the large basket. his fingertips were as red as yours, and you chased each other around the flowerbeds trying to wipe the fruit stains on one another’s face and clothes. 

and now his cheeky smile reminds you of the one he wore then, hell-bent on keeping you, making sure you're not closing off from him and disappearing into your thoughts. it means trouble. 

it distracts you long enough so you don't realise he's tugging you by that hand into the lake. with a quick, cut off yelp, you end up underwater. clothes and all. luckily, you have nothing in your pockets, your shoes have already been off, and all that's ruined in any way is the tiny sliver of dignity you had left. gasping for air you come up above the surface, hair stuck to your face, sebastian’s laughter in your ear. he holds your hand still, keeping you oriented as you cough out some water that entered your nose. 

“you dick!” you cough out more, holding onto his chest and wiping your eyes with the other hand “oh i hate you so much!” a few more awful sounding coughs and you are fine, glaring at sebastian as he nearly drowns himself laughing at your angry face.

“no you don't, you can't !” he wraps one arm around your waist, using the other to swim and bring you both closer to the edge of the lake, letting you hold onto the firm ground as you push the hair out of your face.

“I could !” you protest, reaching out only to attempt to punch him in the chest, the water making your attempt laughable. 

you both know it's a damn filthy lie. as you keep moving your feet to stay afloat, sebastian pulls you closer, turning you to face him. there is no escaping his attention now.

“don't disappear on me again,” his tone is serious, a contrast with his earlier laughter and mischief, “or i’ll have no choice but to glue myself to you. got it?”

“okay. promise.” 

he nods, quickly pushing himself up and out of the water, offering you a hand to help you out. you can do it yourself, with only a little bit of wiggling before bringing a knee up to push yourself up as well and sit next to him, completely drenched as your clothes stick to your body.

“you look like a wet rat.” sebastian comments, nearly starting laughing again, but your glare in his direction stops him.

“i’m gonna get you back for this,” you promise, but you can’t stay angry for long, something about his wet body next to yours mellows you out and requires attention of your eyes on the pale glow of his skin and the way droplets race down his lean frame to reach the ground.

memories of that same body flood your mind, how good it looked when he moved on top of you on this very grass, how well it fit against yours when you were pushed up against the shed door at the farm. 

“gonna have to stick around for that, you know?” it’s like he’s testing out what you said earlier, trying to figure out if you really meant it, that you’re not going to disappear. 

“i’m staying, g-gonna restore the farm. i owe it to them.” your hands gather all the wet strands of your hair and wring it out, you’re already on your feet and picking up your socks and shoes by the time that sebastian makes a move to gather his clothes and starts walking towards his house. 

“you’re doing what ?” his tone is surprised like he didn’t even think that something could be done about the once-thriving farm that’s now overgrown and abandoned. 

he must’ve ventured there occasionally, checking in on the state of it while it was occupied only by a weakening old man that enjoyed sebastian’s visits because he’d get to talk about his granddaughter. the man would tell him how proud he was of her success even if he wished she would make decisions that would bring her more happiness. they both knew she was happier in pelican town than anywhere else. 

you shiver with the cold that attaches itself to your wet clothes, seeping into your bones quicker than you expect. sebastian notices and pulls you closer with an arm thrown over your shoulders. despite the fact that he is also wet, not providing much warmth at all, you’re grateful for the gesture. it reminds you of all the times you went skinny dipping with sam and abby. shy at first, but within what felt like only minutes, you stopped giving a shit about nudity, instead just having the time of your life with the best friends you could’ve asked for. if anything, it made all of you develop more appreciation for each other, seeing what you looked like under shimmering moonlight as water droplets reflected it off your skin.

“restoring it. i n-n-need to, grandpa l-l-left it t-to me– f-f-fuck i’m too c-cold.” your teeth chatter and it makes sebastian shift into gear, dragging you along to rush you into the house. robin’s barely covering a snicker while maru looks at you two with a raised eyebrow.

“what happened to you ?” maru chuckles, covering her mouth with one hand while the other holds a clipboard with way too many sheets of paper attached.

“decided to jump into the lake. she’s so silly, isn’t she?” sebastian quickly lies, dragging you down the stairs to the basement before you can tell him off and snitch on him.

“y-you little…” his laugh stops you from cursing him, it's a sound you've been dreaming of for five years. as he helps you out of your soaked clothes, not minding the puddle of lake water appearing around both of you while his bare feet left marks on the floor, you recall the first time you heard him laugh. 

you must have been five at that point, and the memory is still clear as day in your mind. he'd always been suspicious of new people, so when you first saw him on the beach - him accompanied by robin and a very tiny maru in demetrius’ arms, you by your granny - he squinted at you as if to warn you not to come closer to his sand castle. you'd never made one yourself before, so the very idea of creating something so fun out of the thing you walk on was interesting.

he waited for you to approach, and as soon as you did he told you he'd push you into the water if you ruined it. it was a simple, small construction, and you crouched to take a closer look, careful not to provoke the boy’s already present disdain. sebastian gave you a few moments to observe with wide eyes until he started explaining the purpose of each of the towers. this is where the prisoners are and the knights sleep in this one. this tall one is the wizard's tower. he can turn people into furniture. have you met the wizard? my mom says he doesn't like people that much. but he doesn't turn them into tables. I didn't ask about the frogs. do you think he turns people into frogs? his questions were neverending.

he finally found a person who didn't seem to get annoyed with him for asking, who didn't look down at him for his fantasies of knights and wizards and castles. he made up adventures, led by groups of valiant warriors, fierce mages, and comforting healers, and laid them out so vividly, painting the world before you while all you could do was sit in your damp bathing suit on the wet sand and adoringly listen to him talk and gesture and raise his voice as the story came to an end. 

in the end, with his little smile showing off a few missing teeth, he looked at you like he finally found his match. both sporting ice cream smudges on your faces, you spent the entire day talking over the sandcastle until your respective guardians decided it was dinner time and you were dragged away to get cleaned up before the meal. sebastian turned around and giggled over his shoulder why do you have red on your shirt? you hadn't even noticed it before, so looking down you remembered that granny asked you to remove cherry pits with her on the porch. it's from cherries! robin put her son's beach towel in a bag while her husband carried the baby, everyone waved goodbye but sebastian still took a few moments to look at you one last time that day, laughing again before waving with his small hand. okay, bye cherry!  

granny kept chuckling to herself as she wiped your cheeks clean of any ice cream you had smudged on yourself and she brought you a clean shirt. such a sweet boy, she chuckled at the nickname he had given you, don't usually hear sebastian talk to people much. she kept humming an old tune as she took your hand and walked back to the farm, the two of you catching the last orange rays of sun before the moon came out. she started calling you cherry that evening, and the idea spread throughout the town. sebastian. you repeated in your head. I wanna know more about the wizards. 

twenty years later that same boy walks back into his bedroom only wearing his soaked boxers, but holding two large towels, passing one to you as he wraps the other around his waist and slides off his boxers from under it. you are still shivering like a leaf, peeling off your underwear to wrap yourself in the soft towel, leaving the clothes on the floor of his room before sitting on the edge of his bed. 

“you okay?” his voice is as low as it usually was in this room, it’s his sanctuary, free from any loud noises that could ruin his peace.

“just thinking.” you offer a smile, this room brought back so many memories, including the ones of your first ever exchanged words and ideas.

“oh, careful, don’t want you to hurt yours– ouch!” he laughs when you punch his shoulder, holding onto the towel with one hand as the other withdraws from him.

you’re slowly getting back into the usual routine, the usual state of things that has always been so natural between you. with a sigh of relief you look around the room. it hasn’t changed much. almost at all, actually, though the keyboard on his desk is different and there are a few more books and comics on his shelves. 

other than that, it’s how you remember it – posters covering most of the walls, along with a few photos stuck to the brick with messily torn tape. photos of his friends, of beach shenanigans, of sam’s birthday trips to zuzu city, and sleepovers in this very room. they coax a smile from your heart, tugging on the corners of your lips until sebastian notices and reaches out to poke your cheek gently.

“are you staying?” his voice is hopeful, so different now from the way he spoke to you when you just showed up at the door. 

shaking your head, you force yourself to stand up. the movement reluctantly kicks him into gear, he nods and turns to his wardrobe to pull out a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. you stop him bending down to grab a pair of soft boxers from the drawer.

“there’s no need, i’ll just put mine on when i get back.”

“right. you still got a big ass that barely fits into my boxers, eh?” his slight disappointment at your not staying over is masked by a cheeky teasing line. 

“you little shit, that was one time! ” you try to swat at him again, but he laughs and throws the hoodie and sweatpants your way, making you reach out and catch them, dropping your towel onto the floor in the process. 

it distracts him, the clear view of your damp body. the few seconds he has to catalogue every glowing inch of you soon end and he clears his throat, awkwardly unwrapping his own towel and turning to put on a dry pair of underwear.

“the one pair i will never be able to wear again, all because of your ass.” he chuckles and throws the comment over his shoulder, facing you again as he grabs the towel off the floor and starts drying his dark hair. you pull the string of the sweatpants tight, securing them around your waist, and cover the waistband with the hoodie. 

“you keep complaining, but…” your cheeks heat up, visibly flustered you chuckle, “you and i both know you like it just the way it is.”

sebastian laughs, taken by surprise as you bring it up. yeah, he’s smacked it many times, grabbed it in his hands, kneaded it with those long fingers countless times. he’s left bite marks after bite marks on it, enjoyed the feeling of the soft flesh under his teeth. 

“alright, alright. fine.” once he’s dressed and you’ve put your shoes back on, he throws one arm around your shoulder again, slipping back into the familiar flow of walking by your side. “let’s get you home then.”

it’s already dark by the time you’re out of the house, making the air a little colder as you walk down the path off the mountains. sebastian doesn’t ask you much, and you’re thankful for it. his hand is warm on your arm, holding you close to him like the old times. he always walked you home, no matter where you hung out, no matter how tired or stoned he was. it was the thing he never missed out on, waiting at the farm entrance until you’re inside, safe and sound. 

he'd message you once he was home as well, partly because he didn't want you to worry, and partly because he wasn't ready to end the day. 

and you loved those texts, pressing a pillow over your face so you don't wake up your grandparents with giggles as the sun came up. this time there is nobody to wake up as you two walk up the now-fixed steps of the porch and reach the hardwood door to the house.

your gaze settles on the bench by the door where granny used to sit. in an attempt to stop yourself getting emotional, you walk over to the railing and lean against it, postponing the inevitable moment when sebastian will have to leave you. the moment when you’ll be left alone in the farm house for the first night in your life. sebastian follows, his elbows rest on the smooth wood while he looks at the land ahead… and then at you. your skin tickles under the weight of his gaze, but you don’t sink under it. you return it. there’s that tension again, crackling in the air, electrifying the distance between your lips. if only you could… 

“you can ask me to stay, you know?” sebastian’s voice is low, you can barely hear him as your eyes flit between his lips and his eyes. 

“stay… here?”

“yeah, you don’t have to be alone. at least tonight.” his offer sounds like a plea, like it’s for his benefit just as much as it is for yours. 

“just say you want to stay then,” you challenge him, feeling a smirk curl your lips, “say it and i’ll give in.”

you remember how he always had a way to make you agree to things, he always knew when you were just holding back for whatever stupid reason. it was always a stupid reason, and when you gave in you were glad you did. nights were infinitely better when sebastian was involved.

he rolls his lips together, hesitating only for a moment before leaning in and pressing a tender kiss to your temple. it’s the kind of softness you haven’t felt in a while, there was no time while you worked for joja corp. left to your own devices, you rarely ventured out to find a vent for the pent up frustration. and even when you did, it was never as good as it could’ve been, never as good as when it was with him .

“i want to stay.” sebastian murmurs, the shapes of the words traced on your cheek before he presses a kiss there. and another, slowly inching closer to your lips, challenging you to stop him. but he knows you won’t. you know it, too. all it takes is one move to end this tumultuous day with a bang.

you tilt your head to the side, speeding up his lazy kisses until they reach the corner of your lips and stop. it takes enormous effort not to huff like a brat, not to furrow your brows and stomp your foot, crossing your arms just like when you were little and granny wouldn’t let you eat ice cream before lunch. 

“cherry, don’t be like that…” sebastian shifts and pushes off the railing, moving to stand behind you and press himself against your back. those familiar palms of his glide up your arms, chasing away the slight bite of cold in the night air. “can’t go from not seeing you in five years to giving you everything right away.” 

he drags his hands up to your shoulders and then down your torso, gripping and grabbing along the way, reacquainting himself with every part of you. fingers trailing your skin under his hoodie, yoba he loved seeing you wear his clothes , lips dragging along the nape of your neck, sebastian is indulging in all the fantasies he has had for years. your mind is racing, recalling every instance when you’d lie in bed struggling to sleep and resort to getting yourself off to an old memory of sebastian’s head between your thighs. it never felt the same, his tongue just knew your body too well, it felt better gripping his soft hair than closing your fists around cold sheets of your uncomfortable bed back in zuzu. 

a little sigh escapes you once his lips reach your ear. with a gentle tug of his teeth on your lobe he drags a startled moan out of you. you can feel his self-satisfied giggle better than you can hear it as he trails those smirking lips down to the corner of your mouth once again, before capturing it in a devouring kiss.

head tilted to the side, your lips move together like a well-oiled machine, familiar in the way they taste, of coffee and a little bit of smoke. his one hand rests on the softness of your stomach while the other kneads your breast gently. the hoodie rides up and the cold air sends shivers through you, but sebastian keeps rolling his hips against you, grinding against your ass. despite how long it’s been, his hands seem to still know your body, despite how many people he’s been with since – a thought you don’t want to dwell on – his touch on your skin feels like home. 

sebastian sounds more and more desperate, the little groans as your tongues glide together betray him. as you open your eyes, he keeps moving, pulling away from the kiss to hungrily suck on the skin of your neck, all the while his hands quickly tug the waistband of his sweatpants you’re wearing down, once again baring your plump ass to his eyes. one bruise blooming on your neck, another is already in the making as he thanks yoba you didn’t take his boxers when you changed in his room.

it’s a quick exchange, a breathy do you wanna answered with an instant yes please ‘cause you have always been polite, even when bratty. 

the usual, grabby, movements of his hands knead and savor the flesh of your body, as if mapping it out to make sure it’s still the same body that left him five years ago. it’s a little different, but so was his, you have a little more meat on your bones, something that sebastian cannot seem to get enough of. with a fluid movement he tugs his own sweatpants down, freeing his erection as it springs out and immediately ends up pressed against you again. 

“sweet yoba on a treetop, cherry… i missed you more than you know.” breath glides from his mouth along your neck, it’s warmer than the memories it brings up. 

you murmur something sappy back at him, making him chuckle through the heavy breathing as he slides the sweatpants lower on your legs, letting them pool around your feet. your movements are almost as smooth as that last summer you were here, only a little rusty as you lift one leg up, stepping out of the sweatpants and resting the knee on the railing and leaning forward.

immediately it’s a familiar feeling, the tip of his already leaking cock pressing so gently against your soft cunt, almost being sucked in with how much you’ve missed him. even when you found the time and will to go out, none of the encounters felt good like this, none of them left you feeling anything other than disappointment and regret. you try not to think about them, or about him fucking anyone other than you, and those creeping thoughts are swiftly chased away by the intense feeling of him fitting his entire length inside you.

sebastian groans, shifting his hips to feel the softness of your ass against him, to feel your wetness gather at the base of his cock while he adjusts to the feeling of being inside you once again. 

“five years…” he shakily breathes out, repeating the same words he said at the lake, but in a tone of relief, his anticipation finally coming to an end. “i’ve imagined it a lot, but nothing comes close to the real you.” 

and so it starts. with a gentle groan against your skin, with a slow moan slipping from your lips, he pulls away only to thrust back into you. this is it , you think, what i’ve been chasing . this intimate feeling even though you’re outside, not the riskiest thing you two have done, but enough to check the adventurous box on your shared checklist.

with a tilt of your head to the side you catch his blissed out face, his soft lip caught between his teeth and eyes closed as he thrusts again, colliding his hip bones with your flesh, his balls gently smacking against your clit. it’s difficult trying to keep your eyes open, but the expression on his face is too beautiful to miss out on. your juicy lips part, letting out sweet honeyed moans that you almost try to stop, instincts telling you to be quiet around the farm house. instead, you grip the handrail as hard as you can, feeling it dig into you with every lurch forward.

sebastian holds you by the hips, digging his fingertips into your supple skin to hold you steady while fucking into you, fitting his cock head against all your sweet spots, hitting right where you need him to, where you’ve needed him for years. hearing those raspy moans coming from his throat brings up so much warmth in your belly, already building up the orgasm even though you have just started, and you suspect it’s the same for him. maybe it’s because of the fact that you haven’t had sex in a while, maybe it’s the roller-coaster of emotions you’ve gone through in the past twenty-four hours, or maybe it’s a secret third thing, but you can already feel your orgasm approaching as you near the brink. sebastian’s hand creeping around your body to rub your clit in circles doesn’t help hold it off either. 

“i’m n-not gonna last–” you stutter out, still keeping your eyes on his perfect, blushing face.

“me neither, c-come on cherry…” he groans, circling your sensitive clit with gentle fingers, always working perfectly with what your body needs. 

the pace of his hips changes as soon as your warm cunt tightens around him, squeezing him and keeping him in while your legs shake, threatening to give out. he stutters in those slow movements, speeding up to carry you over, and leans down to press tender kisses to your bruised neck, whimpering as he pulls you by the hips a little harder, moving you against him until he gasps and spills all he has inside you, sticky white liquid covering your soft walls.

sebastian slowly comes to a stop, taking a few long moments to kiss you, holding your head turned towards him as he pulls out with a sigh. now soft, he groans at the sight of his release starting to drip out of you and onto the deck. it’s almost enough to make him take you again, but he’s spent, having finally experienced you again, pure pleasure that was just out of reach until today, perfection incarnate. 

“think it’s dripping on your sweats,” you chuckle, finally catching your breath, “sorry.”

sebastian shakes his head, pulling up his boxers and sweatpants before helping you lower your leg and picking up the crumpled (and stained) sweats off the floor. one day you’ll stop apologizing for things that aren’t really your fault, but today is not that day. jiggling the doorknob you stumble inside, carried by wobbly legs as sebastian trails after you. 

it’s odd going through your usual nightly routine in a nearly empty house. the radio is off, and so are most of the lights. the bathroom light takes a few seconds to turn on, you make a mental note to fix it in the morning, but for the time being it’s enough just to exist in this space, familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. it feels different when it’s only yours, when it will be only yours for a long while. despite the heaviness of that realization, sebastian’s footsteps ease the pain, his satisfied humming disperses the bad thoughts looming in the corners of your mind, silencing them as he comes up behind you while you brush your teeth. 

his arms wrap around your waist, your shoulder is the perfect spot for his chin to rest on while he presses little kisses to the bruises he sucked into your neck earlier. 

“i put the sheets on your bed, that okay?” his gentle voice fills your chest with relief.

you didn’t tell him that you wanted to sleep in your own bed, not yet ready to take over the main bedroom as your own. he just knew. you nod before leaning over the sink to spit out the foam and rinse your mouth. kissing him feels like the safest way to say thank you, not triggering the tears again. 

the two of you drag yourselves to your old room, undressing slowly until you’re naked before reaching into your suitcase to put on a pair of panties. deciding to forgo a pyjama top, you slip under the fresh sheets smelling of sebastian’s fabric softener – robin must have taken them for a wash before you got here.

pulling the string on the bedside table lamp immerses the room into darkness once more. dark and silent, it would be enough to push you into a pit of despair were it not for sebastian’s warm arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you so close that you entwine your legs with his. nearly face to face now, you close your eyes to inhale his scent, thanking the universe for giving him enough initiative to stay with you tonight. gently, he hums, presses a few delicate kisses to your forehead, and starts rubbing gentle circles on your lower back. 

“thank you,” you murmur against the base of his neck, feeling your minty breath against your lips, “i wouldn’t have made it to bed if you weren’t here.”

“hmmm,” pursing his lips before pressing another kiss to your forehead, he sighs, “but thank fuck one of us has common sense, huh?”

a gentle chuckle shakes his chest, words leaving his mouth causing you to attempt a smack on his shoulder, but you give up, instead giggling along. you fall asleep to the sound of his voice, slipping into the sweetest sleep you’ve had in a while as he tells you about all the random things that have happened in the valley since you left, now with no bitterness in his voice. 

waking up to the chirping of birds was the norm in the summer, but the sound wasn’t quite right this time. it is an owl, the low hoot snaps you out of your peaceful dream making you lift your head to get you bearings, take a moment to remember where you are and why you can smell sebastian’s presence.

it’s okay, we’re okay, you comfort yourself, once again settling into his embrace, smiling as his arms instinctively tighten around you. 

then he moves, taking a deeper breath and shifting to roll over on top of you. only once you feel his lips trail along your neck do you realize he is also awake, alert, and not interested in simply falling back to sleep.

it starts with gentle kisses, lips savoring the taste of your skin, along with some light touches, his hands roaming your sides and settling on your hips. his lips connecting with your skin are the only source of noise in the room, finally being joined by moving bodies against the sheets once you arch your body into sebastian and let his hands travel around your back, squeezing every piece of flesh he can reach. he doesn’t start grinding against you immediately, instead he kisses down to your chest, taking a nipple between his lips while one of his hands sacrifices its warm place on your hip to hold the other breast, kneading it to make some tasty moans spill from your lips.

like he’s getting drunk off the sounds from your mouth, he gently presses his teeth against your nipple, tugging on it how he remembers you liking it. moving downwards, he lifts his gaze up to see you jutting your chin up, pressing the back of your head on the pillow as your hips lift, seeking for more, for what only he can give you. warm kisses make a winding path down your bare stomach, peppered with gentle bites of his impatient teeth as your thighs spread, letting him slot himself in between them like the good old times. 

sebastian’s clever fingers hook under your panties, but he doesn’t remove them, the cheeky fuck. instead, he presses them tighter against your soft pussy, slowly getting wetter with his attention and creating a sweet little damp patch on the fabric. he cannot help but press a delicate kiss to it. the tiniest whimper leaves you, spurring him on to press another kiss, and then another, making your underwear wet with his saliva as well as your arousal.

his voice vibrates over your sensitive clit as he hums, praising you quietly as he slides his wet tongue along the material of your panties, pushing it in between your squishy folds before he finally slides them off, once he’s had enough of teasing you. once more he kisses your bare pussy, showing his affection through murmured praises and compliments. look how pretty, sebastian hooks his arms under your knees, bringing your legs over his shoulders before he dives in.

so sweet f’ me , your breath gets shorter quickly, his tongue glides around your clit slowly, pretty and wet how i like her, he parts you with practiced ease, making you remember how it felt back then. how it felt when he was just starting, getting better with each night that he spent between your pretty thighs, i’ve missed it so much, making you scream out into his pillow and thanking yoba his walls were thick enough for his whole family not to hear you. could do this all fucking night, gentle slurping noises mixed with the hums coming from his mouth fill the air, coaxing moan after moan from you. it’s the first time you’re doing anything like this in the farm house, a christening in a way. 

very soon, your moans get higher in pitch, they give way to whines as your hands find purchase in sebastian’s hair, tugging it only a little closer, cum for me, cherry, come on baby. and then your toes curl. shuddering, you cry out a desperate plea, lifting your hips up once more for sebastian to feel your slick cover his lips and chin. feasting on you, he licks his lips, not letting a single drop of you go to waste. he’d rather drown in you, rather give you his all than give up a molecule of your release, because it’s his. it’s all for him and it’s all because of him. he slowly helps you ride it out, licking gently between those slick folds as you relax, as your breath gets slower, and your legs stop shaking.

one last kiss, he tells himself, pressing a single tender kiss to your clit as he pulls away slowly, wiping his face with his hand and licking it off, almost moaning and savoring the taste of you. 

finally you open your eyes, the fuzziness around the edges of your vision persists, but the goal has never been clearer. sebastian leans in for a kiss on your lips and you snake your arms around his neck, bringing him in to wrap your legs around him, a move you would always pull in an attempt to wordlessly say thank you for treating you so well, for giving you what you needed without asking for anything in return. but you always gave him something in return, always made time for him, especially that summer. much like then, but with a little more desperation and need, he rubs his clothed cock against you, making you wince as it teases your overstimulated clit.

“shit i’m sorry.” he starts apologizing, stuttering over his words. you’re quick to shut him up, kissing him and poking at his tongue with yours, moaning as you taste your release on his lips. it’s the sexiest thing, the undeniable proof of his devotion to you. and when he pulls away for a moment to slide his boxers off, you use it to look over his body, sighing with satisfaction at seeing him in the sliver of moonlight dripping through the window of your room, bouncing off his lean torso and the lines of his beautiful face.

your breath hitches in the second before he leans back down, this time grinding against your pussy with no barriers, no cursed clothes between you. leaning on his elbow, he reaches down with the other hand to lift your leg up, hooking it around his hips as he gently prods your entrance, hissing once his tip pokes into you. 

“ h-aah please, seb… need you again.” your syrupy plea has him groaning as he dips his head to bury it into your neck, trying to hold on and keep his breath steady.

“cherry… fuck i’ve missed you, missed you so damn much i couldn’t breathe…” sebastian’s raspy voice glides over your skin as he sucks on your neck once more.

“i- i missed you too, so much, so much.” you gasp when he pushes his tip into you again, settling nicely inside as he keeps pushing, keeps making you take him again, “ so fucking much .” he hears you whine, ears perking up once he’s fully in. feeling your wetness on the base of his cock, feeling you contract around him, it’s almost enough to make him give up on the niceties and use you like a fuck toy, like his own hand that was getting the sticky end of things for five long years. 

“whine for me again, p-please, cherry.” he swallows hard, staying buried in you until you gather your thoughts, take a few short breaths, and whine like your throat was begging for it.

only once you let it out does he pull back and thrust into you again, setting a slow pace to make you feel every vein on his aching cock, every inch that was waiting for you while you were away. and he gives them to you, so readily he feeds your cunt all his passion and all his love, stuffing it full of him as he speeds up a little, aiming to hear more of those saccharine moans you willingly let out of your throat. they fuel him, make him snap his hips harder, reminding you what’s been waiting for you all this time, what you can have with him.

almost like feeling you for the first time, like you didn't fuck on the porch mere hours ago, he ruts into you desperately, needily pulling noises from your throat and his own. 

heavy breaths roll off his tongue, groans and whimpers and curses mixed with your name. your eyes teeter between opening and closing, catching glimpses of his parted lips, his focused eyes, even looking down to see that old strap of your shirt tied securely around his wrist. you sniffle, taking a moment between lewd moans to take in the fact that he really waited for you, that he’s been sure of your connection and you never left his mind.

you didn’t just belong to the summers, salt drying on your bodies as the sun burned memories into your skin. you belonged to eternity. 

when you cry out his name, coated in that pretty, desperate tone, you know he feels you getting close. his thrusts speed up, bringing you both to the edge of an orgasm while your breaths quicken, mixing together until he hungrily dives in to kiss you again, to steal the whimper from your lips. grabbing for him, gripping his back with one hand and his arm with the other, you hold yourself steady, moaning into his mouth until you break. colors spark behind your eyes, electricity zips from your fingertips to your toes.

you finish with a whine that sebastian immediately takes for himself, stuttering in his movements once your tight cunt contracts and squeezes him, keeping his cock inside while he spills his release inside you, slowing down to moan and breathe against your plush lips. the whole world stops when you’re done, sebastian’s weight covering you like a blanket of solace, his breath dancing on your cheek as he gathers strength to pull out and slump onto the mattress. 

once again you find yourself in a comfortable position, sebastian’s arms wrapped around you, your face buried in his chest, legs entwined together under the warm covers. he’s softly talking into your hair, peppering you in gentle kisses in between sentences while you both try to drift off to sleep.

“and after coffee we can take a shower, we can drag out the morning, you’ll see, nothing important happens on spring mornings. then i’ll help you unpack,” his voice slows down, and so does your mind, “and… then we can… we can clear the farm together and…” he yawns, a small sigh escapes you as you snuggle a little closer, completely spend and happy. “and then we’ll get to work on th… the land and–” 

you don’t get to hear the end of his train of thought, already dozing off, already dreaming again, tired and safe in his embrace.

knowing he's caught in the blatant lie, his lips slowly stretch into a grin, almost subconsciously so as his eyes stay directed at the big screen, colours glowing on the back of your head and over his cheek. he tries to focus—you can tell in the twitch of his eyebrows—but now his eyes escape from their previous objective on the screen to catch a tiny glimpse of your face, seeing you're wearing that self-satisfied, cheeky little smile that says you know very well what you were doing.

"do you want me to quit?" he offers, eyebrow raised.

"no," you go on to kiss his jaw, from his chin back until you get to the sensitive skin just under his ear, "you can keep playing, i don't mind."

nagi weighs his options for a moment, though if he's being honest with himself there's only one option in this case, and you can hear the simple quiet tone that means the console is now off. with the controller no longer in his hands, he embraces you a little tighter, pulling you up a little higher so he can kiss you properly, parting your needy lips with his. you hum a little, instinctively relaxing your body in his familiar hold as the room sinks into a blue light coming from the led strips in the corners now that the tv screen has darkened. slowly, you bring your hands up from where they were tucked in between your bodies, safe and warm. now you can cup his face, thumbs resting on the apples of his cheeks while you stay there almost suspended in the moment as the only movement is in your lips and his.

"needy thing," he murmurs, pulling away only slightly so he can speak, "can't even let me finish the game, can you?"

you smile against his lips briefly before pecking them again. of course you could've let him finish playing, but where's the fun in that? why, when you can easily draw out that grumpy little pout that so quickly morphs into a sweet little curve that you like to kiss the most. nagi fixes the blanket around your shoulders, sighing as you curl up again, snuggling against his chest like you never intend on leaving this spot anyway. if only… because not even five minutes have gone past and he's already yawning, tilting his head left and right to release the tension in his neck. it means bed time, it means leaving this comfortable position, so you lift your head up and look at him expectantly, almost pleading not to move yet. he catches on, rolling his large grey eyes at you while you try your best to get at least five more minutes on his lap like this.

"come on…" he tries to poke your side, but in vain, as you don't even acknowledge it. "i wanna close my eyes and be horizontal, come to bed."

your pout deepens, but you relent with a sigh as you start to peel off him, already missing the warmth of his heart beating underneath your ear. wrapped into the blanket, you start waddling towards his bed, almost crashing into it once nagi's body is behind yours again, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you onto the mattress with him. under the duvet, you shed the blanket that's been clinging to your body, wrapping yourself in nagi's arms instead. it's been bed time for a while now, but something kept you glued to the comfy gaming chair, or rather, glued to nagi while he's in the comfy gaming chair, unable to peel his attention from the newest game he got this month. but now, in the soft cocoon of the bed, tightly embracing you in the still glowing blue lights due to time out any moment now, he doesn't think about the game. doesn't think about the upcoming practices or matches. there is only this moment, hanging in between one breath and the next, between the soft groan from his throat when he pulls himself closer to you and a sigh of comfort when your body slots against his so perfectly. soon enough, he's slipping one hand under your pyjama top to glide it across your back. not even trying for something more, in moments like these, the reassurance that you're here is what helps him forget about the rest of the world.

and forgetting it all is easy for nagi, especially when nothing matters more than you, nothing matters more than your figure pressed against him while he drifts off to sleep with his lips pressed against your forehead.

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you’re just about to appreciate the gentle slope of his nose when he stirs, moving his hand up your back slightly and – as if realizing it’s not your stomach he’s touching – slides it back down, feeling the curve of your ass that makes his lips tug into a little smirk. even barely clinging to a thread of consciousness, his palms gravitate towards the soft flesh, kneading it slowly as his breathing gives him away. you can tell he’s awake now, and when you let out a breath through your nose, trying so hard not to laugh at the fact that he grabbed for your ass before even waking up, he opens one eye. the smirk on his face only grows as you lean in to kiss his sleepy lips, and with one kiss, two… three for good luck, you pull away with a soft smile. one of his hands slides up your back again, caressing your neck while it traces up your ear, settling on the back of your head. you lean in again, taking the hint as you kiss him once more, only this time he shifts you on top of him.

your hands find themselves in his hair, fingers running through the messy strands of dark while his face softens even more, comfortable to be in your hands, comfortable to feel you massage his scalp in your unique way. his goofy smile invites you in, makes you lean in for another few kisses, all while pressing your thighs against his hips, sitting atop him like he's your throne.

“mornin’,” his voice is raspy, scratching along your lips before you nip at his bottom lip and sit up, letting the duvet slide down your back, “slept okay?” one of his eyes remains closed as he takes in the shape of your body sitting on him in your half-naked glory, only with a slight bit of material covering you up from his wandering eyes. 

seeing him so spread out under you, lodged in between your soft thighs with a blissed out smile on his sleepy face, makes you all warm inside. the fuzzy feeling spreads from your belly through your entire body, almost making you tingle with excitement. it’s all for him. the early mornings when you set your alarm a little earlier so you can snuggle into him before having to scramble out of bed and get to work. the late nights when you’re tired and everything aches, but there’s no better way to unwind than getting out of a steaming hot shower and lounge on the couch with him, wearing your matching frog pyjamas that bring a wide grin to your face every time.

the lunch breaks when you walk into the farmhouse to see him timing his own breaks so you could eat together and drink another cup of coffee before he sees you off back to work with a sweet, coffee flavored kiss to your pouty lips. and best of all, seeing that mermaid pendant dangle around his neck whenever he’d take of his shirt, be it before bed or in the middle of the day, be it for a quickie or a long session of honeyed moans and air thick with desire. it reminds you of the connection you share, of the vows you said to each other in front of the whole town and then to each other, in the peaceful intimacy of your home. 

now, in one of those early hours of the morning, as both of you are just waking up, his hands slide up your skin, feeling you under his warm palms. his fingers slide under the elastic of your panties every now and then, teasing, but trying to feel every part of you. in gentle movements, you roll your hips, feeling him harden under you, feeling the warmth in his body spread and seeing it paint his cheeks pink.

“morning. i woke up 'round one, but fell back to sleep soon.” you murmur the reply, gathering your hands on his abdomen, touching him lightly despite balancing yourself on him as your hips move again. slowly, languidly, dragging out a little groan from his pink lips. “got much planned today?” as you speak, your voice clears up slightly, the early morning rasp is almost completely gone, replaced by breathlessness that wasn’t there before you started rolling your hips against his erection. 

“i–” he inhales sharply, moving his hands to grip your hips tighter and moving you slightly harder against his clothed cock, aiming to get more friction, “i have one client to deal with today,” he licks his lips slightly, audibly exhaling as your hands travel up his torso, thumbs brushing over his nipples, “and then finishing the first part of the game, i–” another gasp, another exhale as your thumbs repeat the movement, “i think it’s on track to be done by the end of the year.”

your smile widens with pride, your dear husband’s project, the one he’s been so happy about starting now that he doesn’t have to fill his every waking hour with clients and work, now that he has free time to sink into his passion… it's going well. he’s been showing you the progress, making you well up with pride and just feeling like you have to reward him by getting on your knees between his thighs to show him just how happy you are for him. 

he subtly lifts his hips to grind up against you, almost getting impatient while you so lazily move against him, observing the light spilling through the window and dancing on his bare skin. it’s golden. golden like the honey his moans are laced with. like the promises he delivers onto your lips with his kisses. like the future ahead of you. 

brushing your thumbs over his nipples again and feeling the cold metal bars going through them, you admire the noise that escapes his lips. his cheeks are heating up, you note, changing into a more intense blush as his body eagerly expects another touch from your fingers. but you’re kind, so instead of giving him a gentle touch from your thumb, you lower your head and lick one nipple, right before closing your lips around it. it’s a sloppy attempt, there’s drool in the corners of your lips already, but the noises that come out of his mouth keep you going. they rise in pitch once you graze your teeth on his sensitive flesh, sucking in the saliva and vibrating his nipple in the process.

the other one is getting pinched by your gentle fingers, all the while his hands wander your body, impatient, trying to touch everything at once, trying to bring you closer to him. his hips buck upwards, rubbing himself on you while his hands dip around the curve of your ass, gripping, grabbing, kneading. pulling your panties to the side, freeing your pussy from the fabric that already collected your wetness. he grinds you harder against him when you switch sides, sucking the nipple you were rolling in between your fingers until a moment ago. 

“mmmph, keep going…” he moans out, encouraging you to move your hips once again, this time allowing him to reach under you and slide his boxers off, gasping once your skin makes contact with his, when the warmth of his leaking cock presses against the heat of your pussy. the grind slows down, he drags you along the length of his shaft as your folds part to glide along as you moan into him. you fit together perfectly, his body under yours as your soft breasts press against his torso. sweet, syrupy moans reverberate through his body as his cock head rubs against your clit, over and over, again and fucking again as his hands now desperately tug you closer, needing you more with each breath he squeezes through his parted lips.

it's a familiar set of movements, his hands guiding your hips to get the friction on his cock, your knees digging into the mattress while his throat vibrates with the ragged breaths that rip from it. you can feel his hips buck up slightly again, seeking more, seeking the comfort of your warm cunt around him, needing your soft, perfect walls to squeeze him like only they can, to take him to heaven and back, though he always swears this bed is his heaven, and you're the deity allowing him entrance.

“baby…” he pleads, hips stuttering as your slippery folds provide just the right amount of friction, but he wants in. he wants to be buried in his rightful place, wants to be fully yours this morning as you flick your tongue against the cold metal of the slender bar in his nipple. “take it, please.” there's a slight pitch change in his voice, a plea that raises the tone only slightly, but enough for you to notice. almost like a call to you, his begging for your cunt to take away his ache, the strain in his body, you cannot help but smile, lifting your head to look at his soft face.

“mhm…” you hum, leaning in for another taste of his lips as you move your hips to try and align yourself with him. he nearly curses feeling your warmth about to engulf him, nearly bucks his hips up again to bury his needy cock into you like he always wants to do. his soft groan slips from his lips into yours, and you’re always hungry for them, always take and pull more of them as you reach back to slide his girth inside of you and slide your hips back slightly, making sure he’s snug inside you while both of you exhale in relief.

you take a moment, two, a few more. it feels good, he feels good. you feel full. lifting yourself up, you have a better view of his pale body, freckled with a few rays of sun prodding through the lace curtain pulled over the window. it's a perfect thing, letting in just enough light to make your lovely husband look like an angel with a halo of black hair over the light pillowcase.

his hands bunch up the pyjama top over your hips, rustling the soft material under his soft palms to uncover your smooth skin, feeling the squishy skin of your hips as they lift up, causing his face to fold into a sweet grimace of pleasure, and then come back down slowly. he exhales, you smile. repeating the action a few times, you get into a familiar, slow, languid pace. slow like a weekend morning when the rain is pattering on the windows. slow like those nights when neither of you can sleep so you find solace in each other. slow… familiar like every vein on his cock that almost leaves an imprint of itself inside you.

the only sounds in this quiet morning comes from the bed. the sweet, quiet pants, the movements against the mattress… cold sheets rustling under your knees while you shift your weight on his lap. gentle whispers slipping from his lips, bitten and licked, glossy from saliva as they reflect the loving praises. so good, so warm, baby. and each time the backs of your thighs meet his warm skin, helped through the movements by his hands, you stifle a moan, for you want to hear his sugary words instead. he knows you're holding back, knows you're keeping his favorite melodies inside your mouth and he frowns a little. as much as he can while your warmth pulls him in and drags him along the softness of your walls. that little displeased huff leaves his lips, telling you he wants to hear you.

"baby… please baby give them to me…" he moans out the last part, gripping your hips more tightly as you release the lip you've been tugging with your teeth.

"hm, give you what?" you know what he means, but it's so sweet when he rolls his eyes while trying not to give you the satisfaction of seeing him completely blissed out until you give him what he wants. and so he does, one of his hands lands a small smack on the side of your hip while you roll them, slowly, lazily almost. "tell me what you mean."

"yo- oh fuck," he tugs on his bottom lip, pulling it as his eyes close when his tip presses against your sweet spot, making you clench around him, "your moans, need t' hear them…" he swallows thickly, parting his lips again to groan as you continue that torturous, but at the same time perfect pace. your throat vibrates with a soft chuckle that escapes it, but you have mercy on him. releasing your lip from the tug of your teeth, the air fills with your gentle sighs and moans, intertwining with his desperate groans in a sensual dance.

touch me… touch me more, your hands meet his, moving them from your hips to interlock your fingers together. oh how he loves it when you do that. it's a good way to keep yourself steady while you ride him, but it also makes sex so much more intimate. it doesn't matter if his cock is reaching the deepest parts of you, or if your thighs are squeezing his sides, or if he watches you move as your soft cunt takes him in over and over again… interlocking fingers, holding your scratched up hands that work hard to keep you both comfortable — it unlocks something different in him. he opens his eyes, keeping the gaze on your fingers, the slightly scratched skin that fits so perfectly against his knuckles.

he feels the skin of the back of your hand under his fingertips, those long fingers are much longer than yours and bear the indents of bass strings, they usually tap away on his computer, or on random surfaces when he has a melody stuck in his head. he replicates those melodies on his keyboard and on your skin after thoroughly tiring you out in those late nights when you need a distraction from work. he watches you breathe heavily, lying on your front while your smooth back is right there, exposed under his gaze, body rising and falling with every breath you attempt and he trails your spine, tapping against it with those long fingers, making your exhausted lips tug into a smile before you hum something similar to what he's playing on your body, his favorite instrument.

this is no different, hypnotizing for his morning thoughts as your thumb brushes circles into his hand. so perfect for me… with great difficulty, his eyes tear away from your hands and land on your face, smiling down at him so gently, so sweetly, that he falls in love all over again. each time you sit on him like this, each time your hips move in a slow pace, taking the time to feel his every vein and ridge drag along your warm pussy, he falls deeper. and you? your view is utter perfection, the wide-eyed look he gives you, the sparkle in his dark eyes, the lashes that sweep the tops of his cheeks with those slow blinks… he's in heaven, a human-made heaven that starts with your breath and ends with an unexplored eternity.

you whisper his name, a quiet plea as your thighs start shaking, twitching from the constant ups and downs of you sinking down on his cock, of your walls hugging him tight. my sweet wife, my sweet girl, your bottom lip is chewed up from those desperate attempts to keep quiet and listen to his sugary groans, the praises his throat sings to you in the deep silence of the morning. but with the breaths you exhaled, with the noises slipping from between your lips, the pace of your hips speeds up ever so slightly. he feels it. oh he feels it as you dig your fingers into the backs of his hands a little harder to keep yourself up, to keep yourself sane as his thickness spreads your folds and disappears into you repeatedly.

the plump flesh of your ass meets his hips in a symphony, backed by both your noises, the higher pitch of your moans and strings of praises from his lips. baby… baby that's it, you can close your eyes to focus, but they won't stay that way for long, you crave the view of him so laid out under you, the mermaid pendant that slid up to his jaw a reminder that you vowed to stick by each other's side no matter the weather. its twin dances under the oversized t-shirt that serves as your pyjama top, one that used to be his, one that you claimed for yourself before you even got married, to still feel his presence when he's not staying over for the night, a relic from a previous life.

so good to me, his voice is a warm hug, a comfortable blanket that wraps you into him when the air grows cold. a-ahhh that's it, my sweet girl, you feel him twitch inside you, despite the languid movements that contrast those needy, desperate, sweaty nights when he likes looking at the way your eyes widen with every thrust of his hips against yours, when he stuffs his fingers into your mouth to keep it busy while he tugs on your hair. this is different, this is worship. the sun changes angles, and the sun catchers shift in the slight breeze blowing through the window, making your body shine in dozens of shades of rainbow, dotted all over your chest and neck.

he hates every movement of his long fingers, but it has to be done. the hem of your t-shirt suddenly scrunched up by his hands, tugged up to release one of his favorite sights in the world. every single time he sees them, there's a breath that can't leave his throat, making his entire world stop for a moment while his brain hard-resets. just like now. he stops mid-sentence, pretty, pretty gir- the sweet praise cut in half as his eyes follow the gentle sway of your breasts as the thin fabric no longer covers them. lifting your arms above your head, letting him pull the t-shirt off in one swoop, you watch him struggle to look away. immediately, as soon as the material makes contact with the floor, carelessly discarded, his hands settle on the pliant flesh of your boobs.

a gentle squeeze, it's enough to bring life back into his tongue, once again in movement and shaping air into the most beautiful poems for you. love every part of you, love you so much, you're so— your own hands make way to hold onto his abdomen, the soft skin where your fingers brush through the dark patch of hairs leading from his navel down to where his curled hairs framed the girthy base of his cock, now decorated with the wetness from your warm cunt. his chest rises and falls a little harder now, his breaths rise in pitch, his moans and groans more frequently disrupting the flow of those syrupy words that he peppers the air with, and you see his lip trembling slightly.

"baby…" you drawl, keeping your hips lifting and descending despite the ache in the muscles, "i'm close… can i?" you leave the last part of that question hang in the air, tilting your head to the side slightly.

he can't deny you, even if he tried. breathless, he nods, huffing as he tries to continue the praises, continue the vows he makes to you with every roll of your hips and every grip of your warm cunt around his greedy cock. and it's greedy as hell, wanting to be snug inside you and never leave, wanting to make you squeeze it with your walls as you take his every drop of cum to free him of the intense need, of the ache he feels whenever he doesn't have you stuffed full of him. he can never get tired of you, sitting so pretty on him as your pretty tits bounce and sway with your slow movements, as your cheeks flush with the heat that spreads throughout your body, the heat matching his own. he helps you, now taking the burden onto himself as well as he lifts his hips off the bed and pushes up into you, making you whine and whimper as he groans, huffs, praises. i've got you, go on baby…

the tremor in your thighs is inescapable, you lean forward and press your body against his. his warm hands travel around to your back, appreciating the familiar shape of your body as they travel down to your ass that just begs to be grabbed. so he does exactly that, spreading his long fingers, pressing them into the willing skin, gripping, grabbing, holding, as he takes over the pace for you, keeping it consistent as you bury your face into his neck. little whimpers. whimpers dying against his skin, whimpers swooping into his ear as your body sings along with him.

lifting his hips up into you, holding and pulling you against his cock, burying himself into you until there's nothing left to give, telling you what a good job you're doing… time almost stands still for you, allowing you to steal moment after moment from the world around you, wrapped into each other and feeling the tender love in his honeyed moans. feel so good, my love, feel so perfect—

unable to take any more, feeling like you're ascending from the mortal plane, you shiver and curl your toes, grazing them against the sides of his thighs. the inside of your warm, soft cunt tightens in an attempt to keep him in as you finish, breathing out into the side of his neck with a pretty little whine of his name. it makes his eyes roll back into his skull, the whine that you let out into his skin sends him over the edge with you, makes him break apart under you as his hands slow down, bringing you down onto him gently as his cock twitches and spills his release inside your warmth, where it deserves to be.

lying together so spent, breathing in unison, gliding hands over each other, you wish it could be that easy, that you could spend the rest of your day, week, life in his arms, leaking his cum as he holds you close. gentle kisses from your lips pepper his sensitive neck, lazily trailing up to his jaw and then straight onto his lips. he lets go, fully submerging himself into this warm embrace of your mouths moving together. once you're ready to pull away, he chases your lips, pecking them once more before he can open his eyes and flash you a grin.

"you feeling good?" his raspy voice is now more awake, but the scratchy undertone remains, this time from the groans in his throat.

"better than good, better than perfect." you gather everything in you that makes you move, and lift your hips one more time, letting his softened dick slip out of you as you rise from him with one more quick peck on his lips.

he huffs in protest, but the view of your ass steadies him, shuts up his complaints as you lift the t-shirt previously discarded off the floor and pull it back on. with one more glance at his spread out body on the crumpled sheets of your bed, you smile, melting him all over again.

"coffee?" you cheerfully offer, turning on your heel and slowly walking out of the bedroom towards the kitchen, leaving him to smile at the view of your hips swaying as you walk, ass cheeks poking out from under the t-shirt. the view makes his heart race again, waking him up by the second. ah. it looks like he's needed in the kitchen, so he wastes no time, scrambles out of bed, and follows your footsteps to try and instigate yet another distraction, this time against the counter.