Dinner Discussions | Sambastian
destinedsebastian:
Sebastian wasnât thinking about much right now, other than wanting to make Sam feel good. If he had the time in which to do it, heâd spend hours worshipping Samâs body in an effort to convey the new and intense feelings that he didnât have words for yet, or at least ones that he was completely certain were accurate. But as it was, for now heâd have to make do with putting everything he had into giving Sam the best blowjob that he was physically capable of, and hoping that it was a clear enough way of expressing himself.
The loved the feeling of Samâs hands tugging at his her, clumsy and needy and perhaps just a little too rough - but in the best possible way. It was how he knew he was doing a good job and reassured him that Sam would let him know if wasnât any longer. That tension on his hair alone had Sebastian furiously jerking his own cock as he worked his mouth over every inch of the otherâs cock and balls, licking, kissing, sucking and after a few minutes, humming around his length after finally taking it deep. He was pulling out all the stops tonight.
Sam knew there was probably saying for how he was feeling right now but his brain couldnât comprehend much at the moment. Every slick movement from Sebastianâs mouth, gentle teeth scrapes against his sensitive shaft and the way he managed to create such a forceful suction from his mouth was nearly making Sam crumble to his knees. He was certain his legs would give out underneath him so he kept slowly rocking his hips against his loverâs face, peering down at him like the sight was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, âFuck, Bas...â he whined in a high pitch voice. His back slide up and down against the tiling whimpering from pleasure. He could curse himself for the way the other made him feel so much in need and desire from his touch. They were always like this. Maybe this time they could hold onto each other just for a little bit longer. âIâm gonna cum,â he panted quickly, hips bucking a little more while he yanked the strands of his hair. It was like sweet torture. He shouldâve chose getting fucked instead.
