cretum

caleb maxwell curtis. twenty-seven. big brother and baseball enthusiast.horticulturist living in east cloverbrook. i'm a loner, dottie. a rebel.

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seb-kyle:

Seb smiled again a bit as Caleb consented, not caring to take his time as his fingers brushed over the front of Caleb’s underwear, gently feeling up his cock. He swallowed a bit, wondering if this was too much, but there was no turning back now. Besides, he really wanted to make Caleb come again–he wanted to hear him and feel him and see him, and be more sober this time.

He didn’t even care to get off himself; this was all he wanted for now. Caleb could pay him back with breakfast or something.

Seb wondered if he should say something–if he should address the situation or just go with it. He figured now probably wasn’t a great time for conversation, what with his hand halfway around Caleb’s dick.

He pulled his hand up to lick it, getting it a little moist before slipping it back to Caleb. He slowly dipped his hand beneath the elastic of Caleb’s underwear. Somewhat of an awkward reach, but he managed it, getting a handful of him and humming a little noise.

Caleb bit down on the inside of his cheek, nostrils flaring slightly as he sucked in a slightly shaky breath. He really hadn’t been expecting this sort of wake up - he’d been awake for what, five minutes? And he already had Seb’s hand on his dick. Caleb kept his arms curled in against his chest as Sebastian’s fingers brushed against him through his boxers again before it pulled away. 

A soft pip of a noise burred from Caleb’s throat when Seb’s slick hand slipped into the waistband of his boxer briefs, hand wrapping around his cock. He puffed out softly, eyes closing as Seb touched him. Caleb shifted his hips slightly into Sebastian’s touch, rolling them a bit. 

Caleb shifted back a little to make it easier for Sebastian to reach, nudging his butt into the cradle of Sebastian’s hips. He bit down on his lower lip, eyes half-opening as he rolled again, pushing into the grip of Seb’s fingers. His cock was starting to fill under Seb’s touch, stomach swooping a bit with a low roll of arousal. 

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seb-kyle:

Seb had to smile to himself as he felt Caleb slowly wake up–even wider when the man hums a disgruntled noise and rolls away from him. Ticklish?

Sebastian scooted closer to the man’s back, palm smoothing over the back of it tenderly, up his shoulder and down his bicep to his forearm, and then down his stomach again, hopefully hard enough so that it wouldn’t tickle. He bit his lip as he  leaned up off the bed on his other arm, looking down at Caleb all curled up with his eyes shut. Cute.

His hand drifted down Caleb’s side to his hip, circling down, feeling the length of the elastic of his boxer briefs around his waist. He bit his lip again as his hand drifted over the fabric, not touching the guy just yet.

“Can I touch you?” he asked in a whisper. Hell of a good morning.

Caleb’s breathing quickened as he woke up properly, shifting from that slow, deep breathing of sleep to something more regular. He muffled a yawn by scrunching up his face and mouth, aware of the warm press of Seb’s palm against the broad expanse of his bare back. 

What happened last night was sort of in the forefront of Caleb’s mind the moment he weas awake enough to think about things - fuck. He really hadn’t expected to wake u[p like this after a nigt with Sebastian - he’d kind of expected the dude to have vanished, or to have kicked him out the second they’d finished. So to wake with Sebastian’s hands on him was definitely something he didn’t expect. 

Another soft sound burred in the bottom of Caleb’s throat when Seb’s fingers slipped down to the front of his boxer briefs - he bit down on his lower lip, head nodding slightly at Seb’s request. 

“Yeah,” he mumbled, eyes half-opened.

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seb-kyle:

Seb woke up slowly. It was early–the sun was only barely coming up, leaving his room lit only the slightest amount. Thankfully he wasn’t hungover. He didn’t start thinking about what had happened last night right away, and it was only when he looked to the side and saw Caleb asleep, blankets half kicked off to show how mostly-naked he was that he started replaying it.

It was a little fuzzy in his mind, but there was no question. They’d had sex. It had been amazing. And now he was here.

Now that he was fully sober, he could shape what situation this was going to become. Either he could push it to the side and never talk about it or do it again, and never talk to Caleb again–which would be the easiest. But something about the distance from his family and his generally-growing sense of unhappiness with everything else in his life except this made him not want to do that.

So he didn’t want to come out. Nor did he want to date Caleb. He liked being friends and he didn’t want to complicate that. But the way Caleb felt under him… it was far too good to deny. And the way he looked now, asleep next to him… also too good to deny.

Seb rolled onto his side, eyes still sticky with sleep. Despite his more awake brain yelling at him to run, the fact that he’d already crossed a bridge with Caleb made it feel like crossing this one would be easier now. He reached out and set his hand on Caleb’s chest, running his fingers across the skin slowly, and then traversed upwards to brush his neck. He’d spent so long wanting to touch Caleb that he figured it was fine to take advantage of it. He bit his lip and felt the fuzz of the man’s beard beneath his chin, wanting to touch his face… but instead he let his hand fall back down to his chest and his abs, smoothing his palm across Caleb’s toned form.

Caleb always slept deeply - the man tended to go into what his mother referred to as hibernation mode, where it was almost impossible to wake him until he got his set amount of sleep. He didn’t necessarily sleep for a long time but the hours he got were definitely good ones. 

The booze and the previous night’s antics really only deepened Caleb’s slumber, sprawled out in an unfamiliar bed, taking up more room than he probably had any right to. At least he wasn’t snoring - Caleb was prone to doing that on occasion, but somehow he’d gotten just the right head angle to avoid any of that embarrassing business. 

Caleb had begun to slowly drift towards the end of his slumber by the time Sebastian’s fingers began ghosting over his skin. He’d finished that deeper, heavier sleep and had instead drifted into something a little more light. Snoozing, almost. He laid flat out on his back, one hand on his ribs, the  other curled up by his face. He began to stir slowly as Sebastian’s fingers trickled up his throat to brush against his beard, head shifting slightly on the pillow. 

Caleb’s stomach muscles fluttered and clenched under the soft, ticklish drag of Seb’s fingers, low noise of complaint burring in his throat. He rolled clumsily onto his side to protect his stomach as his eyes struggled to open, soft, huffy breath puffing from him. He brought his hands to his face to rub at his eyes, still not all there as he struggled into wakefulness. 

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Seb sighed, grateful for the darkness beyond his eyelids. He definitely needed to sleep. Sleeping meant he didn’t have to think about what had just happened anymore. He could definitely wait awhile to deal with the aftermath of all this.

His breath caught at the compression of the mattress beside him, and he scooted away from Caleb just a little bit. Hopefully not enough for the man to notice. He just wasn’t sure if he could deal with even a minor brush of their skin right now. Still, he didn’t want to kick Caleb out of bed. That would really be an asshole move.

He bit his lip at Caleb’s response–well, more of a non-response. He supposed he could deal with it. Caleb had given him a lot of validation during, it wasn’t really necessary for Seb to have more. That being said, it was the first time Seb had gone all the way with a man, so he was a little curious.

Seb figured he’d keep that to himself.

“I guess not,” he replied in a whisper, before silencing himself and drifting off to sleep.

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seb-kyle:

Seb lied there for a moment, aware of Caleb as he sat up. He too sat up after a moment, heading to the bathroom. He leaned over the sink to catch his breath, not daring to look at himself in the mirror. It wasn’t that he’d regretted what had just happened–it’s just it still didn’t feel real right now. He grabbed a washcloth, wetting it and wiping his face off, the cool cloth tempering the heat of his cheeks.

He looked out back into the bedroom where Caleb was sitting, clearing his throat. He was still a little buzzed despite everything, but Caleb’s face overwhelmed him, making his heart beat double time. He looked good despite looking slightly unsure–his hair was all ruffled and his cheeks were still a nice pink, his eyes looked satisfied and a little tired and it made Seb feel fucking good.

“Towel?” Seb questioned before tossing the washcloth Caleb’s way, smiling just a little bit. He wasn’t really able to find words at the moment–he decided none were fine. He walked back towards the dresser to pull some pajama pants on before collapsing back into his bed, heart still beating.

“Tired,” he murmured, “Could you get the light?” He hoped that was enough cue for Caleb to understand he was welcome to stay in Seb’s bed. Even though Seb was still processing everything and probably would have quite an internal conundrum in the morning, he found himself not wanting to be away from Caleb, nor cast him away. Seb might’ve been a blunt person, might’ve been unsure about this whole thing, but he wasn’t the kind of asshole to just walk off after something like this.

“Was that uh…” he started, keeping his eyes closed to stave off his embarrassment at asking, “Was that okay?” He didn’t know why he was asking. He never asked that kind of thing.

Caleb rested his elbows on his knees, hands cradling his face as he sat. He listened to Sebastian move about the room, padding out into the bathroom. Caleb remained seated, scrubbing his hands over his face before cuffing them up through his hair again., 

This whole thing was a little... Out of the blue. Caleb still couldn’t quite believe that it actually happened, honestly. Sure, he ‘d thought about it a hell of a lot, but to have it actually happen was definitely a little mindblowing. He hadn’t really had the capacity to think about it while it was happening, but now.... Fuck. It wasn’t a bad thing, of course. It was a fucking great thing - it was just a little out of the blue. 

Caleb’s head lifted when Sebastian spoke, blinking a little. It took him a moment to process Sebastian’s words, taking the washcloth. He held it a moment before he started mopping himself off, slipping back into his boxer briefs afterwards. His head popped up at Sebastian’s request - another thing he didn’t expect. 

“Uh, yeah. Sure,” Caleb replied quietly, stooping over to cut the power on the bedside lamp. He lingered for a few moments in the dark before he slid under the sheets, still a little unsure. He propped himself back on a pillow, eyes flicking up at the darkened ceiling. He didn’t look to Seb when the man spoke, letting the question hang for several moments before he finally filled the silence. 

“Do you really need to ask?”

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seb-kyle:

Sebastian was absolutely mesmerized by the way Caleb was writhing beneath him–he had to blink a lot to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. The way the man’s muscles tensed and rippled was too real to be imagined–it practically had Sebastian drooling.

He could sense the man was close too, not only in his physical actions but in the noises he was making, more desperate than the ones before. Seb wanted to make Caleb make these kinds of noises all the time. His hand squeezed at Caeb’s cock, coaxing it, and him, to come.

The sounds Caleb made when he came, as well as the way he tightened around Seb and the stickiness he felt between his fingers was overwhelming. It was like finally getting a gasp of air the moment before drowning–this whole experience was. The feeling of it cemented for Sebastian that it wasn’t just going to be a one-time thing either. It was too refreshing. Seb needed more.

With a specific slap of Caleb’s ass against the cup of Seb’s hips, Sebastian came too, not bothering to pull out. He moaned into the skin of Caleb’s back, eyes watering. His senses were no longer dulled by the weed or the booze; in fact, Sebastian had never felt more sober than now. All he could feel was how good Caleb felt around him, his nerves buzzing and his heart pounding as he bottomed out.

“Fuck,” he whined, desperation clear in his voice, and if Caleb had read into it he’d know just how long Seb had wanted this, “Fuck…”

His lungs fought for breath as he finished having what was certainly the most intense orgasm of his life, body finally stilling. His eyelashes fluttered as he took several moments before pulling out and dropping to the side, lying with his eyes closed, trying not to think. 

Caleb panted through his orgasm, face screwed up as it was dragged out of him, Sebastian’s continued thrusts extending it. He groaned, the movements of his hips becoming erratic, knees giving way as Seb stilled and came himself, falling against the wide expanse of Caleb’s back. Caleb didn’t bother to try and prop them both up, instead just slumping forward onto his belly as Sebastian  fought through his climax. 

A low, croaky noise pooled from Caleb’s lips when Sebastian pulled out. He squeezed his eyes shut, still breathless as he laid there - he didn’t open them to look at Seb or watch him dispose of the rubber, just breathing deep, head still propped on his folded arms. 

When Caleb fully relaxed he remained silent, slowly coming back to himself - he was still a little spacey between the booze and the pot, but he was definitely a little more aware now. He wasn’t sure what to say so he stayed quiet, shifting to sit. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, back to Sebastian now as he cuffed a hands through his hair. 

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seb-kyle:

Seb’s panting increased and increased, his vision blurring as well as he fucked Caleb, the sweeping strokes making him sweat. He couldn’t stop to think about this for a moment–then he’d get too much into his head and start to get insecure. He just kept focused on the feeling of Caleb surrounding him and the sounds that were spilling from him, the way his muscles writhed.

He bit his lip as Caleb responded to his question, releasing his hair and raking his nails down Caleb’s back. He looked up for just a moment to catch Caleb’s eye, the look on Caleb’s face making Seb just about come right then and there. Shit.

He had to look away, looking down at Caleb’s ass and giving it a slap instead.

“Fuck…” he groaned, leaning over Caleb, pressing him down into the sheets again and burying his forehead in his back as he bucked his hips, unrelenting now. He was so close to orgasm he could taste it, but he wanted the man beneath him to come first. He wrapped one arm around Caleb’s waist to start jerking him off, hoping to expedite the process. It was the first proper time he got a hold of Caleb’s dick–fuck it felt nice in his hand, a perfect weight and girth and hardness and everything in between.

“You’re so hard,” he whispered against Caleb’s back, “You gonna come?” He bucked his hips harder into Caleb, as if to spur it from him.

“Come for me,” he moaned, a little desperate in tone as he felt himself about to bust. He punched his hips down, filling Caleb to the core, moaning loudly, tasting the sweat on Caleb’s back.

Caleb made a low, grating sort of sound at the drag of Sebastian’s nails down his back, the noise sticking in his throat. He swallowed, panting audibly, breath short. His fingers flexed and curled in the pillow, an outlet for what he couldn’t verbalise. He could feel himself trembling, the movement starting in his over-taxed thigh muscles, slowly rolling up the line of his spin. 

Caleb could feel his stomach clenching, abdominals flexing almost painfully with his oncoming orgasm. He was close - everything about his body language spelled that out pretty clearly, from the trembling to the flexing fingers, to his desperate sounding moans. 

Caleb grunted when Sebastian’s hand collided with his ass, the pain lacing through his pleasure, the sting just enough to make his skin prickle. “Fuck,” He hissed, the sound morphing into another garbled moan as Sebastian flopped forward onto him, pinning him down to the sheets. The man had a decent weight to him, despite being so slim. 

A sharp shudder ran through him when Sebastian’s hand curled around his cock, just the sort of touch he needed. He huffed softly at Sebastian’s words, rocking back ono the man’s thrusts as much as he could before pushing his hips forward into Sebastian’s hand. Caleb’s eyes just about rolled as Seb spoke to him, his words spurring Caleb’s climax. 

Caleb shook when the force of his orgasm hit him, breath leaving him in a broken moan, voice catching and dragging, crackling at the corners. His hips rocked as he spilled over Sebastian’s fists, back bowing, ass lifting higher as his chest pressed to the sheets. His eyes stuck closed, unable to open them as his body was gripped by waves of release, shuddering with the pleasure of it all. 

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seb-kyle:

Seb’s head pounded as he heard Caleb start to make noises, felt him tightening around him and moving against him. Yep–this was happening. This was real. As often as Seb had dreamed it, he knew this was not a dream.

“God…” Seb echoed Caleb in a whisper, fucking his hips forward harder though he continued to pace himself. He knew if he went too hard too fast then he would be bottoming out in no time.

Caleb started working against him, however, which heated Seb up–Caleb very easily could take control of this situation if he wanted to, but Seb wanted to assert himself now. He’d waited for this too long to not at this point.

Thus, he started sliding in faster, harder, deeper, moans spilling from his lips though he was still careful to keep those under control as well. He wanted Caleb to feel every inch of him, so he pulled the man’s hips back against him harder.

“Fuck yeah…” he whispered, mostly to himself, as a hand slid up to grab a handful of Caleb’s hair on the back of his head, pulling it back a little. “You like that? Tell me…”

Caleb rocked back a little harder - he slowly began to roll his hips more, grinding back each time he seated himself. He was almost surprised by how good it was - Sebastian was doing everything right by Caleb’s book, taking the reins and fucking him like he needed it. Caleb was a versatile sort of guy but he did have a sort of submissive streak that wasn’t often explored - people tended to look at him and think that he’d fuck the living shit out of them. It was something he definitely enjoyed, yes, but sometimes he liked the tables to be turned. 

Caleb panted softly, low grunts puffing from his lips with every other thrust, the sounds often morphing into moans. His back arched a little more, lifting his ass and rounding it out. “Fuck,” He whined, shudder running down the length of his spine. His cock swung hard and dripping between his thighs - he hadn’t even needed to touch it yet, something that didn’t oft happen. 

A low, rolling moan left him when Sebastian’s fingers tangled in the back of his hair, giving it a bit of a tug. Caleb arched up, rising up onto his hands, lashes fluttering as he closed his eyes. “Yeah,” he gasped, throwing his head back as he ground back onto Seb. “I like it, Seb--fuck. I love it!” He broke off into another jagged sort of moan, turning his head to look back at Sebastian over his shoulder, face flushed red.

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seb-kyle:

Seb stayed still, already sweating and practically holding his breath as he found himself fully sheathed inside Caleb. When the man moved, even in just the slight way that he did, it practically gutted Seb. He probably could’ve come right there, but he kept himself under control, fingers denting Caleb’s hips.

He took the cue that was offered to him and slowly pulled back only to push back in again, sweat dripping down his forehead at the intensity of it. Fuck Caleb felt so fucking good.

He started moving more methodically, but kept his thrusts slow and steady, really enjoying every little feeling that Caleb offered to him, wanting to get Caleb used to it and also wanting to make the man ask for more.

His hands slipped up Caleb’s back and back down again,  sucking in air through his teeth and exhaling it again contentedly as he thrusted a little harder, a little deeper, but still kept himself under control.

Caleb’s fingers curled in the edges of the pillow tucked into his chest, gripping onto them as he rolled back against Sebastian again. He panted softly, brow bending when Sebastian drew back, pushing forward again. The movement punched a moan from his lips, the sound spilling unbidden from him. 

“Fuck,” He hissed, pressing his cheek into the pillow as he fought to draw in a full breath, wanting to calm himself down a little - he breathed deep, letting out in a little grunt when Sebastian thrust forward again. Caleb rocked back to meet the next thrust, back arching a little to angle his hips up better. 

“Shi--god,” Caleb huffed, lifting himself up onto his elbows again. This change helped him get a better angle, making it easier to rock back onto Sebastian’s thrusts as he could use his arms to push back. Caleb began to move a little more forcefully, matching Sebastian’s deepening, more forceful forward thrusts. Caleb’s ass smacked back against the cradle of Sebastian’s hips, though thenoise he let out half-drowned the slap. 

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seb-kyle:

Seb’s mouth was practically watering at the way Caleb moved beneath him–he pulled himself up to stand on his knees, watching the way the man reacted as Seb fucked his fingers in and out of him. Everything the man was doing was making Sebastian sweat–his noises, his movements, the heat of him around his fingers. Everything.

Seb didn’t respond to Caleb’s question–he figured the man knew the answer, considering he’d reeled Seb in this far. Seb had wanted this practically since he’d met Caleb. He wanted it bad.

“Yeah… okay,” Seb breathed as Caleb prompted him. He curled his fingers one last time before pulling them out, wiping them on the duvet cover. His cheeks flared instantly as he tore the condom open, slipping it on with relative ease. He then grabbed the lube, squirting a decent amount onto the latex-covered skin. He spent several moments just looking at Caleb–looking at how open and vulnerable he was, the way his skin was flushed and warm. Seb swallowed. He 

He moved forward slowly, cupping his dick and slipping it against Caleb’s opening, just teasing him for now. Finally, he propped himself to push in, and once the feeling was there, there was no stopping Sebastian from pulling Caleb onto him all the way to the root, Seb’s breath leaving him at the silky warmth of the man surrounding him.

“F…fuck,” he whispered, his voice shaking as he held Caleb’s hip in a vice grip, not daring to shift until Caleb said so.

Caleb huffed a short noise, the sound almost one of complaint when Sebastian slipped his fingers out, Caleb’s thighs twitching slightly at the sensation. He bit down on his lower lip, looking back over the low line of his shoulder to watch Sebastian open a condom, rolling it on. His mouth curled when the man slicked himself up, watching him through lowered lashes. 

When Sebastian looked up to settle his eyes on Caleb the man looked away, head turning forward again. He didn’t need to look at Sebastian to know how the man was looking at him - Caleb could feel his gaze burning into him, hot over the skin bared to him. It was such a physically tangible sensation, the weight of Seb’s hunger that Caleb felt almost pinned by it, pressed in place. 

A low sound burred in the base of his throat, swallowing against it when Sebastian pressed up against him. He huffed afterwards, breath leaving him in a rush when the man shunted forward, the blunt pressure pricking Caleb’s eyes before his body gave way, letting Sebastian slid forth, hilting himself. Caleb puffed a few shortened breaths, fingers flexing and relaxing rhythmically as he bore down, slowly growing accustomed to the stretch of Sebastian inside him. 

After several long moments of deep breathing and rolling muscles Caleb shifted, lurching back onto Sebastian in an invitation - a request for movement. 

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Seb gasped against Caleb’s back, his libidinous energy starting to really sink in and take over now. The way the man moved under him made his skin tingle, his blood heat up, and the noises did the same.

Seb was quick to comply when Caleb begged him for another finger–he was too deeply into it to do any sort of teasing now. His name off the man’s lips kickstarted something inside him that there was no point in stopping.

He slipped a third finger in beside the other too, pulling back to watch as he stretched Caleb’s hole out for him, his dick starting to twitch as if it had a sentience of its own.

“God I can’t wait to fuck you,” he said, overwhelmed, not thinking about his words, “Jesus…”

With his free hand, he gave Caleb’s ass a hardy little clap before he kneaded the thick muscle, fucking his fingers smooth and long into Caleb as he stretched him out more.

“Fuck…”

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Caleb arched his back, raising his ass higher in the air - partially to grind back better on Sebastian’s fingers, partially just to give the man something to look at. Caleb knew how he looked like this, how the lines of his body could be twisted in ways to make the person bedding him hot under the collar. 

A low, broken noise vibrated from his lips when Sebastian pressed in a third slim finger alongside the other two. The stretch made him shudder, the burn enough to curl his toes, fingers flexing in the soft down of the pillow grasped at his chest. He panted open mouthed, cheek pressed against the pillow. 

Caleb hummed softly at Sebastian’s words, lashes parting as his eyes opened again, mouth curling. “Yeah? How bad d’you want me?” Caleb asked, all but basking in Sebastian’s praise. It wasn’t often Caleb felt this smug - it wasn’t often Caleb felt smug at all. In most situations he didn’t have much to be smug about- this was a kind of one off. 

A soft huff left him at the clap to his ass, rearing back on Sebastian’s fingers again, hips rolling sinuously. He hummed, muscles in his back rolling and flexing with each backwards press. “Mmm,” he hummed softly. “C’mon. I want you, Seb. M’ready.”

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Caleb made a sound again with the re-emergence of Seb’s fingers, and this one was even better than the last; it sent shivers up Sebastian’s spine, and made his dick even harder.

“Good?” he whispered, hungry for any sort of verbal validation that Caleb could offer. Even if it was just another moan. He pulled back to watch the way Caleb’s muscles writhed on the sheets as he thrust his fingers slowly into the tight heat, his eyes glazing over.

His face flooded with heat as Caleb moaned his name, watching the man’s face as he rested his cheek on his arm, profile now visible as he panted. Seb had to admit, he’d pictured this a lot, but nothing could compare to the real visual itself. And the way Seb’s name sounded off Caleb’s lips–damn.

“Say my name again,” he murmured, practically hissed as he thrust his fingers into Caleb a little harder, leaning down to mouth at Caleb’s spine again.

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Caleb bit down on on his lower lip to stifle himself a little, not wanting to get too ahead of things. He wanted to keep his head at least a little bit. Caleb huffed a short breath, rolling his hips back to meet the next thrust of Sebastian’s fingers, huffing a short moan. 

Caeb’s eyes squeezed shut as Sebastian worked his fingers into him, the smooth rhythm of his thrusts making Caleb pant. It was honestly a lot better than Caleb had expected - he really hadn’t given Sebastian enough credit. Sebastian’s fingers were long and seemed to curl just right every single time, rubbing up against Caleb’s prostate in a way that made his eyes water. 

Sebastian’s request made his stomach knot with arousal, fingers curling around one fof the pillows that he dreagged into his chest, giving him something to hold onto. “Sebastian,” He huffed breathlessly, voice raspy. “Seb, fuck. I want another--please.”

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“Yeah?” Seb replied, still speckling kisses over Caleb’s spine as he crooked his finger deeper, color rushing his face as well. “Me too.”

The sound that spilled from Caleb’s mouth made him flush even deeper if it were possible, his stomach knotting as he crooked his finger there again. He loved that sound–he wanted to drown in that sound. God dammit.

“I’m gonna… put another in,” he murmured. It was clear from the sound of Seb’s voice that he was overwhelmed by the situation, and his body was taking over where his brain might’ve been more cautious. To be fair, though, that happened long ago on the couch as well.

Seb quickly spurted more lube over his fingers before starting to ease a second in, the clench of Caleb around his fingers making him groan over Caleb’s back. He took his time though, painstakingly careful not to hurt Caleb as he pushed his two fingers in deep, fishing for the man’s prostate again.

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Caleb huffed a short, broken breath, the inhale already sticking in his chest, belying his arousal. He could feel his heart thudding in his throat, blooding pumping under his skin at a speed that made him buzz. His stomach twisted and clenched, cock hot and full between his thighs. 

“Mmm, okay,” Caleb managed in reply, a low grunt puffing from his lips when Sebastian slid his finger out, hearing the slick of lube again. Caleb panted softly, lips parted as Sebastian pressed the finger back in, this time accompanied by another. The sensation made Caleb shudder, broken little moan vibrating from his lips. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, thighs flexing a little as a tremor worked its way up his spine, drawing gooseflesh over the backs of his arms, skin prickling beneath the black lines of ink decorating his triceps. It took him less time to adjust than he had to the previous finger as the curling of Seb’s fingers pressed the pads of them right up again his prostate, making him squirm, moaning open-mouthed. 

“Fuck--ah--yeah, just there, Seb. Shit,” he panted, head twisting to the side where it was pillowed on his forearms. 

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Seb just nodded at Caleb’s request–mostly to himself. He moved to lean over Caleb’s back, kissing his shoulde rblades as he pushed a finger in. His dick swelled in his underwear at the new, tight heat of Caleb. Fuck. He’d imagined himself in this situation a lot, just not in this way–the room felt tight and hot, and part of it was due to the weed, but a lot of it was the release of months of sexual tension.

He sighed onto Caleb’s back before kissing it agian–his kisses were small little speckles, evidence that he was still shy despite the fact that he was fingering the man right now. He flexed his finger once, twice, pushing it in and out of Caleb and shivering at the heat of him. He was already starting to sweat–fuck, he needed this.

“You’re tight,” he whispered, pushing his finger up to try to find Caleb’s prostate, “Fuck.” He flexed his finger again, stretching Caleb out but taking his sweet time doing so, enjoying what he was doing to the man and what it was doing to him.

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A low, rolling noise left Caleb when Sebastian’s finger slid into him, mouth warm on his shoulder. It had been a while since Caleb had done this with a parter or on his own - Sebastian’s fingers were definitely slimmer than his own but there was still enough of a stretch to make him burn a little. He huffed out a short, shaky breath, biting down on his lower lip absently as he felt Sebastian’s lips brush against his skin again. 

Sebastian’s little kisses brought colour to Caleb’s cheeks, a light dusting of pink over the sharp planes of his cheekbones, mouth curling in a small, private smile. He hid it in his arms, shifting a little to press back onto his knees to get a better angle as Sebastian thrust his finger into him, smooth and slow. 

“Mmm, s’been a while since I’ve done this,” Caleb replied softly, turning his head to the side once he’d schooled his expression again. He chewed the inside of his cheek, rolling his hips back when Sebastian crooked his finger a low ah spilling from his lips. 

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Sebastian bit his lip as Caleb arched up into his grasp–he was more firm with his touches now, nails scraping slightly against his skin as he looked at him. He was even better up close.

“Yeah,” Seb agreed–he’d nearly said something along the lines of same here but he figured it went without saying. Caleb had already called him out once tonight, and that was more than enough.

He could feel himself start to get hard again (that was embarrassing, just looking and touching Caleb a little bit got him flustered) so he moved to open Caleb’s legs so that he ould settle on his knees between them. He squeezed at one of Caleb’s thighs as his other hand went to grab the lube.

He quickly doused his fingers in it, face flushing though his body was doing all the work on its own now. He knew how to go about gay sex properly at least–he’d read enough about it to know.

His fingers slid down Caleb’s ass, teasing at his hole as his face flushed even deeper.

“Can I?” he murmured.

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Caleb just huffed a short breath at Sebastian’s monosyllabic answer, brushing a hand absently through his hair, pushing it back from his face again - it’d lost most of it’s styling since he arrived, first through drinking then through their previous little activity. A low sound left him at the drag of Sebastian’s nails, the sensation raising goosebumps on his arms. 

Caleb listened to Sebastian shift behind him, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. Pat of him did wonder how good this would actually be - while the chemistry would definitely heighten the experience, Caleb was a little worried about Sebastian’s inexperience. He didn’t doubt that the dude had had sex with ladies and probably some non-penetrative stuff with other dudes, butthis whole thing was a lot different. 

Caleb listened to the snick of the lube cap and the soft sounds of Sebastian slicking himself up. Despite the fact that he was prepared for Seb’s touch, the slide of his lube wet fingers still made Caleb squirm a little, huffing out softly. 

“Yeah,” he replied softly, glancing back just a second. “Please.”

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Seb squinted a little. “I don’t… do that. Bottom. Ever,” he murmured. Truthfully, he’d never really gone all the way with a guy. He’d never gotten past oral. But he couldn’t imagine himself bottoming (except when he did, which was frequently, but he didn’t need Caleb to know that).

Seb fought to keep his cool when Caleb stripped down naked–his chest jumped slightly with his breath but for the most part his face didn’t change. He looked up and down the man before he moved onto the white sheets of Seb’s bed, settling there. Caleb was partially hard already, it made Seb swallow.

His eyes flicked back to Caleb’s. Christ. This was Caleb. He was Sebastian. What was going on?

Seb could feel himself starting to get sheepish and uncomfortable again. He cleared his throat. “On your stomach,” he said, moving into the bathroom to get the lube and a condom from the mirror cabinet. Shit–was he really going to fuck him right now? Should he tell Caleb he’d never gone all the way with a guy?

No. That was no one’s business but his own.

He returned to the bed, tossing the lube and condom on the other side of Caleb as he moved onto it, shifting on his knees behind Caleb. Fuck he had a nice ass.

Seb held his breath as he put his hand on the back of Caleb’s thigh, just smoothing his palm over the skin. He slipped his hand up, over the swell of his ass, giving it a bit of a squeeze before up his back. Fuck.

“How long have you wanted this?” he asked in a low voice.

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Caleb blinked up at Sebastian, cocking a brow at Seb’s words. He considered them a moment before he shrugged his shoulders - he wasn’t surprised, really, hearing that from Sebastian. The kid was obviously deeply closeted - Caleb wondered briefly for a moment if he was going to be the first man Sebastian had ever been with. No pressure. 

Caleb huffed softly when Sebastian ordered him onto his stomach. He watched the man go for a second before he shifted, flopping onto his belly. He shifted his hips a bit to get settled - partially in a movement to get comfortable, partially to give himself a nice bit of friction, the sensation making him sigh as he ground against the mattress. 

Caleb took a moment to look around as he waited for Sebastian to return, scuffing a hand a little nervously through his hair. It’d been a while since Caleb had been with a man - and even longer since he’d bottomed. He looked back at Sebastian over his shoulder when the man reappeared, biting his lower lip absently. He let his head fall forward when Sebastian climbed up onto the bed behind him, feeling a warm palm on the back of his thigh. 

Caleb huffed again when Sebastian grabbed his butt - Caleb arched his back to press up into Sebastian’s touch, glancing back over his shoulder again, looking up from under his lashes. “Long enough,” he replied softly.