#elcuepee

If it was up to Sebastian, they would just stay in bed after sex. Sebastian liked sticky post-coital sleep, tangled up in a position that was uncomfortable in a way that's only tolerable after the one you're tangled with has brought you to orgasm. He liked waking up with the taste of semen on his tongue, sheets rumpled around them, the memory fresh on his mind. He liked waking up to Jim stretching his aching muscles against him. 

But of course Sebastian wasn't in charge. Sebastian, instead, was in the shower. As soon as Jim's legs regained the ability to walk, he dragged himself straight to the bathroom, and because he knew that at least a rinse-off was compulsory, Sebastian generally followed straight after him. 

Their shower ran hot water forever, and Sebastian took his time, running his soapy hands over Jim's spent body. The sex had been rough - nearly animal, and Sebastian could tell by the way Jim walked that he'd be feeling it the next day. 

"Did you like that?" Sebastian asked, just loud enough to be heard over the spray.

"Mmmhmm," Jim said, his arms reaching up around Sebastian's neck, head coming to rest on his chest. Jim was tired, his entire body feeling as though it had the structural support of a marshmallow. Sebastian roped an arm around Jim's waist, pulling him tight against his own body, steadying him as he swayed. 

"You're always," Sebastian started, fingertips on his unoccupied hand running a slow path from Jim's shoulder to his hip and back up. "I'm not quite sure... the harder I fuck you, the more of a soft little kitten you are after." Sebastian tucked his head and pressed his lips to the bruise that was quickly forming on the place where Jim's neck joined to his shoulder.

Jim didn't reply, but his arms tightened around Sebastian's neck, clinging to his lover's bare body. Sebastian loved that feeling. Feeling as though Jim needed him, trusted him, wanted him. He hadn't heard an 'I love you' in months, but he was caring less and less about verbal declarations. 

Sebastian's lips left Jim's neck, and he pressed them to Jim's lips in a slow kiss, languid tongues moving together in a stark contrast to how their bodies had moved together earlier. His fingers came up to trace the line of Jim's jaw, the skin of his cheek nearly rough with a day of stubble. He was careful to keep Jim under the warm spray of the shower, even if it meant goosebumps and shivers for him. 

Their kiss lasted long minutes, never deepening, never getting needy or desperate. Just swollen lips enjoying the sensation, the closeness of a good snog. 

Sebastian finally broke the kiss, made sure all of the soap had been rinsed off Jim's body and turned off the shower. He wrapped a large towel around Jim, and dried himself off. He carried Jim back to bed, and fell asleep the instant his head finally hit his pillow, Jim warm and clean in his arms.

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1. I identify as a nerdfighter before like. Female, or um. Whatever my sexuality is. or. Human. NERDFIGHTER.

2. I'm allergic to nuts :[ 

3. I have such bad social anxiety that it's hard for me to even be around people I've known all my life. Sometimes I can't barely call Boy on the phone. Like. Anxious. 

4. I pretty much always wear socks. Like. I buy sandals every year, and I have my feet tattooed in an effort to like my feet. But. Socks are cozy, ya dig? Also, I prefer carpet to hardwood for cozy reasons. 

5. No one in my RL knows I ship/fanfic/gay porn. (which is why I love you all so much)

6. My favorite super hero is Batman. Batman/Robin, guys. GUYS. 

7. I played drums in a band in high school :]

8. I have a Yeti'd copy of The Fault In Our Stars <3 <3 <3 And one in Dutch! (I have four copies of this book. See fact #1.)

9. The idea of my life progressing along the path it's going scares the shit out of me.

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