Wake Up Call, NC-17
Title: Wake Up Call
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Sebastian/Blaine
Word Count: ~700
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sexy times
Summary: From this prompt on the gkm.
The sunlight is just peeking through the gap in the curtain when Sebastian’s brain finally makes the leap into consciousness, feeling too restless, to antsy to continue to straddle the happy place in between waking and sleep. He stretches like a cat, his lithe form shifting underneath the light sheet covering his naked body.
He turns his head and smiles at the image before him. Blaine’s hair is wild; sex hair, Sebastian chuckles to himself. Last night had been a very good night, both of them content to just feel, just enjoy the quiet exploration of each other’s bodies. Blaine’s face is the very picture of relaxation, mouth partly open, face pressed slightly into the pillow facing away from Sebastian.
Sebastian turns onto his side, slotting his body behind Blaine’s. His fingers trace light patterns down his arm, over his waist, settling into the spot where his fingers left faint bruises the night before. Blaine stirs enough to turn fully onto his side, pulling Sebastian’s arm around his middle.
Sebastian smiles again, placing a light kiss to the back of Blaine’s neck. He presses his nose into Blaine’s hair, inhaling deeply. His fingers dance over Blaine’s stomach and lower, tracing through the sparse hair. Blaine huffs out a quiet moan when Sebastian’s fingers find his half-hard cock. Sebastian’s right hand, trapped between them, falls down Blaine’s back, rubbing lightly over his hole, still stretched from the night before.
Blaine sucks in a breath when a finger enters him, probing lightly through the lube and come still lingering on his skin. It is only when Sebastian presses his cock against Blaine’s hole that he blinks open his eyes and turns slightly.
“Good morning to you too,” he croaks, his voice still thick with sleep.
“Morning,” Sebastian kisses his neck, sliding in fully. There is nothing hurried in their movements; Blaine is still more or less asleep. Sebastian just clings his arm back around Blaine’s middle and buries his face in between Blaine’s neck and the pillow below, hips moving slowly, calmly.
“Haven’t woken up like this before,” Blaine reaches his left arm back to pull Sebastian tight against him.
“It’s not my fault you’re so fucking sexy when you sleep,” Sebastian manages.
Blaine hums out a laugh, “Should I be apologizing?”
“Definitely not.”
Sebastian slides a fraction down the bed, hitting Blaine at a different angle.
“Oh,” Blaine breathes. “Yes, right there.”
Sebastian reaches his hand down, wrapping his long fingers fully around Blaine’s cock, pulling lightly. He doesn’t quicken the pace, still slowly thrusting against Blaine’s hips, but he can feel his orgasm building in the base of his spine.
“Fuck, baby.”
“Seb,” Blaine whines into his pillow, torn between pushing his hips back to meet Sebastian’s or fucking forward into his fist. A light sweat has broken out over both their bodies, and Sebastian can’t help but lick at Blaine’s shoulder blade, savoring the light salty taste of his warm skin.
He feels it starting in his toes, firing along every nerve ending where his front is pasted to Blaine’s back, and he huffs out a series of quick breaths against Blaine’s neck as his balls tighten and he thrusts hard against Blaine’s ass, pulling tight and quick on his cock. Blaine lets out a shout and they come together, bodies pulsing in time.
Sebastian tries to catch his breath, his hand still lightly pulling at Blaine’s cock. Blaine bats his hand away, lacing their fingers together, pulling them up to press a light kiss to Sebastian’s knuckles.
“If that’s the way you decide to wake me up, then I’m definitely not apologizing,” Blaine mutters against their joined hands.
Sebastian laughs against Blaine’s hair, slipping himself from Blaine, who hisses at the loss.
“Okay?” Sebastian presses a kiss into Blaine’s hair, pulling him back against his chest.
“Sore. But fine. Better than fine actually,” Blaine hums, closing his eyes.
The sun is shining bright, but Sebastian can’t find any good reason to get out of bed.
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Sebastian/Blaine
Word Count: ~700
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Sexy times
Summary: From this prompt on the gkm.
The sunlight is just peeking through the gap in the curtain when Sebastian’s brain finally makes the leap into consciousness, feeling too restless, to antsy to continue to straddle the happy place in between waking and sleep. He stretches like a cat, his lithe form shifting underneath the light sheet covering his naked body.
He turns his head and smiles at the image before him. Blaine’s hair is wild; sex hair, Sebastian chuckles to himself. Last night had been a very good night, both of them content to just feel, just enjoy the quiet exploration of each other’s bodies. Blaine’s face is the very picture of relaxation, mouth partly open, face pressed slightly into the pillow facing away from Sebastian.
Sebastian turns onto his side, slotting his body behind Blaine’s. His fingers trace light patterns down his arm, over his waist, settling into the spot where his fingers left faint bruises the night before. Blaine stirs enough to turn fully onto his side, pulling Sebastian’s arm around his middle.
Sebastian smiles again, placing a light kiss to the back of Blaine’s neck. He presses his nose into Blaine’s hair, inhaling deeply. His fingers dance over Blaine’s stomach and lower, tracing through the sparse hair. Blaine huffs out a quiet moan when Sebastian’s fingers find his half-hard cock. Sebastian’s right hand, trapped between them, falls down Blaine’s back, rubbing lightly over his hole, still stretched from the night before.
Blaine sucks in a breath when a finger enters him, probing lightly through the lube and come still lingering on his skin. It is only when Sebastian presses his cock against Blaine’s hole that he blinks open his eyes and turns slightly.
“Good morning to you too,” he croaks, his voice still thick with sleep.
“Morning,” Sebastian kisses his neck, sliding in fully. There is nothing hurried in their movements; Blaine is still more or less asleep. Sebastian just clings his arm back around Blaine’s middle and buries his face in between Blaine’s neck and the pillow below, hips moving slowly, calmly.
“Haven’t woken up like this before,” Blaine reaches his left arm back to pull Sebastian tight against him.
“It’s not my fault you’re so fucking sexy when you sleep,” Sebastian manages.
Blaine hums out a laugh, “Should I be apologizing?”
“Definitely not.”
Sebastian slides a fraction down the bed, hitting Blaine at a different angle.
“Oh,” Blaine breathes. “Yes, right there.”
Sebastian reaches his hand down, wrapping his long fingers fully around Blaine’s cock, pulling lightly. He doesn’t quicken the pace, still slowly thrusting against Blaine’s hips, but he can feel his orgasm building in the base of his spine.
“Fuck, baby.”
“Seb,” Blaine whines into his pillow, torn between pushing his hips back to meet Sebastian’s or fucking forward into his fist. A light sweat has broken out over both their bodies, and Sebastian can’t help but lick at Blaine’s shoulder blade, savoring the light salty taste of his warm skin.
He feels it starting in his toes, firing along every nerve ending where his front is pasted to Blaine’s back, and he huffs out a series of quick breaths against Blaine’s neck as his balls tighten and he thrusts hard against Blaine’s ass, pulling tight and quick on his cock. Blaine lets out a shout and they come together, bodies pulsing in time.
Sebastian tries to catch his breath, his hand still lightly pulling at Blaine’s cock. Blaine bats his hand away, lacing their fingers together, pulling them up to press a light kiss to Sebastian’s knuckles.
“If that’s the way you decide to wake me up, then I’m definitely not apologizing,” Blaine mutters against their joined hands.
Sebastian laughs against Blaine’s hair, slipping himself from Blaine, who hisses at the loss.
“Okay?” Sebastian presses a kiss into Blaine’s hair, pulling him back against his chest.
“Sore. But fine. Better than fine actually,” Blaine hums, closing his eyes.
The sun is shining bright, but Sebastian can’t find any good reason to get out of bed.