a perfect fit
an olympo/roquesebas fic
Roque slowly backs him into the door, palms moving down to grip Sebas’s thighs.
Sebas swallows. “Roque,” he says. It sounds much less like the warning he’d intended than a plea.
In one fluid movement, Roque lifts Sebas against him. Sebas does not consider himself to be a small person by any means—average height, maybe on the leaner side compared to someone like Roque but who isn’t? Roque’s body is not of this world. And being held like this by him makes Sebas feel small in the way that small things are safe and cherished and cared for, which is a hell of a lot to feel on a random weekday afternoon.
Roque tightens his hold on him. “My hand is fine now, by the way.”
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Sebas climbs Roque like a tree after one of them (both of them) shows off during practice. It’s okay. Both their thighs can handle it.
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