Calebās heart warmed at Sebastianās grin, the sight a welcome one. That kid always needed to smile more - hell, he deserved to. Caleb hoped to give him more reasons to smile, even if they were just stupid things like giggling when he was tickled.Ā
Caleb kept Sebās hands caught while they kissed, smiling at Sebās whispered little compliment.Ā āMaybe once or twice,ā he whispered back, lipping at Sebastianās bottom lip before kissing him again, deeper this time. Slowly as he got more and more embroiled in the press and slide of their mouths, Caleb released Sebastianās hands, sliding instead to smooth against Seb, one on his thigh, the other on the small of his back.Ā
Calebās fingers played at the little gap of skin revealed by the dip of Sebās waistband and the hem of his shirt, ridden up a little. He stroked over the warm skin carefully, tongue polishing hot against Sebās lips, tasting him.
Seb smiled before he was being kissed again, getting all types of wrapped up in the slide of Calebās kips against his own. It was something he was surprised he wasnāt sick of--kissing Caleb--considering how often he did it. But it still managed to be one of Sebās favorite things to do.
He puffed a little hot air as he felt Calebās fingers, a little cold, brush his warm, bare skin beneath his shirt.
Seb nipped a little at Calebās lip, but wasnāt too playful for this makeout session. All he could focus on right now is how good it felt to be close to Caleb, how much he loved him and needed him and would miss him.
His own hands sank down to Calebās shirt to feel the skin of his waist, now that he was free, and they slipped up his sides, pulling his shirt up a little bit.
āOff?ā he whispered sweetly before pecking another kiss to Calebās lips.









