Joon gives up on socializing with other party-goers; anyone approaching him is met with a scowl and grouchy, mood-killing remark. There’s only so much oblivion to social cues, lackluster conversations, and accidental stepping of toes he can handle in one night. He feels like he’s inherited the unsavory personality traits of his parents. Why is he the spitting image of his father’s bumbling social awkwardness, but none of the endearing charm? Why did he have to inherit his mother’s snappy, easily irritable mouth instead of her grace and hospitality? Is hoping to have a single decent personality trait too much to ask?
The Gryffindor unofficially claims the snack table as his home base. It’s the perfect spot! He’s within reach of enough heart shaped pastries and pink punch to last the night -- well, at least until Jon’s had enough and retires for the night.
If someone needs to talk to him? He can stuff his face with food and let them do the talking. If someone wants to dance? He’ll awkwardly shuffle with two glasses of punch and pretend he’s waiting for someone to return from the bathroom.
As music plays and couples group up for a dance, he’s quick to pick up two glasses of punch and avoid eye contact. “I hope Jon’s having fun out there,” he thinks. “He seems to enjoy it -- enjoy parties and balls and things. Maybe people will avoid me if I pretend to have a cough? I wonder if there’s a charm to give myself excess phlegm--”
He’s pulled from his thoughts as people migrate to the dance floor, leaving behind the stragglers: the grouches, the wallflowers, and the unfortunate few who got stood up by their dates. There’s someone across the room that looks just as uncomfortable as himself, as though they’d been mirroring each other’s body language the entire time, and he feels sorry for them.
He feels incredibly sorry because someone they have no interest in seems keen on dragging them to the dance floor.
Joon sighs and looks at the snack table, bidding his safe home base one last goodbye. Then, he crosses the room with two glasses of punch. “I got distracted for a bit, but here’s your punch,” he says to the stranger. “Oh wait, you said you didn’t want the pink one. Well, let’s go over there...to the snack table...on the other side of the room...let’s go together...since we’re dates...two dates going to the snack table on the other side of the room.”
He was here. He was here, he was here, and Iris hadn’t been more excited for anything in her life. Not even the time she was graced with the chance to visit the famous Botanic Gardens ----- No. This was even more grand in thrill than anything she had yet to experience ----- Her brother was here. Her fraternal brother. Her twin brother.
The only person who understood, fully, completely, in her entirety, what it was to be raised by her parents. Both her parents. He was the only fully biological sibling she had, the only person she let herself be completely soft for, and ----
Iris had made preparations in due haste ----- A necklace of sage interwoven and strung around her neck, after which the IvyQuinn darted off towards their established meeting spot and all but threw herself into her brother’s arms. “SAGE!!!” She squealed, latching onto him tightly, squeezing him until she herself was breathless. “I missed you! I missed you, so much!”
☾ ✧ ░ .·° — ❝ i’m fully aware of your allergies ❞ @blnrryface
❝ ¿Entonces admites que trataste de matarme con que uno de tus amigos me diera limonada? Dijo que ha sido tu idea. ❞ Asintió la fémina cruzándose de brazos. Estaba jugando con él, claramente pero de todos modos le había asustado cuando le dieron el jugo.
i cheated with you twice and soon enough it'll be my turn to get hurt by the one person i can't stand to lose
i get sick at the thought of you being with anyone but me, even for assessments, and idk... i think its because i love you so much but i also think its unhealthy
I'm sorry i left the bed, i just needed time to breathe cuz like, i woke up and i looked at you for a minute and i started thinking about the day you'd leave me for a dominant because you'd realize nobody's going to want the fuck up who can't even remember to use a title and i
i couldn't breathe
and i didn't wanna wake you up
especially since now I'm thinking about how i fucked you up. you didn't want a relationship and you didn't want to fall in love and i went and fucked up, and that's why math left me, because he knew all i would ever do was fuck people up until he couldn't take it anymore.
and I'm sorry. i never meant to fall in love with you, and i never meant to make you fall in love with me but please
please, i don't think i'd ever heal if i lost you.. if you left me.... so...
if you have to, just leave while i'm not looking so my heart doesn't have to watch you go
that's all i ask
I'm coming back to bed now
i love you
--
[Berlioz didn't say anything after reading the texts, just wrapped his arms tightly around Sage and buried his face in his hair, holding him close.]
[Sage stirred out of his sleep and leaned into Berlioz's embrace. He didn't have to open his eyes to know that the boy had read the messages.]
[He hadn't meant to wake Sage, but once the boy moved, he pressed a kiss to the top of his head.] I'm not going anywhere angel.
[He kept his eyes closed and sighed. He nodded a little bit before turning around in Berlioz's arms and burying his face in his boyfriend's chest.]
Berlioz swallowed hard, emotions choking his throat. Their relationship had all the odds stacked against it, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to fight for them with everything he had. They'd make it work. They had to. He rubbed his hand down Sage's back soothingly and closed his eyes as they clung to each other.]
[Sage pressed his lips together and pressed his lips against Berlioz's neck.] I love you... I love you so much. I love you. [he repeated against Berlioz's skin as he tried to convince himself that they would be alright.]
[Berlioz tucked his chin over the top of Sage's head and squeezed his eyes shut tightly.] I know baby. I love you too. Nothing's going to change that.
I knew I'd fall for you when you first touched me. [he whispered, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips]
[Berlioz stroked his hand down Sage's back, his throat feeling tight again as he thought about just how intense his love for Sage was.] Me too, Princess. I was pretty much gone for you from the start.
Just pretty much? [he pouted]
Completely gone for you, but I'm pretty sure we hated each other at first. For like a second. [He brought his hand up to cup Sage's cheek, tilting his face up so he could kiss him, then nudged his nose into the warm skin just below Sage's ear.] Until I realized how absolutely perfect you are.
I only had sex with you because you were Toulouse's twin. [he shuddered and made a face] Can you believe I ever wanted him?
[Berlioz made an involuntary sound at that, a low growling in his throat, followed by the press of his lips to Sage's neck, sucking a possessive mark there.] No. I can't even think about it.
Almost fucked him. Was really gone for him. [Sage smirked, leaning his head back when he realized Berlioz was getting possessive.]
[Berlioz scowled, dragging his teeth down the side of Sage's neck and sinking them down onto his collarbone, leaving a distinct bite mark.] Gross. [He muttered, flicking his tongue over the imprint of his teeth.] Mine.
[Sage gasped, biting down on his lip.] He used to always tell me I could've been his.
[Berlioz dropped his hands down to Sage's hips, rolling him over onto his back and crowding over him. He pinned him down to the bed, continuing to trail his lips along his neck, leaving a ring of marks.] He missed his chance, because you're mine forever.
Forever's a really long time. What if I wanted to try and fuck him now that he and Benji have broken up? [he teases, really just testing the waters at this point.]
[He picked his head up to glare at Sage.] That's gross. You wouldn't dare. [He reached for Sage's hands, twining their fingers together and pushing them up over Sage's head, and then leaned down to kiss him, bruisingly.] Gonna have to give you a collar or something. Remind you who you belong to.
[Sage moaned into the kiss. He loved it when Berlioz got like this, loved his dominant side.] I mean we /are/ doing a scene together. [he hummed] Dunno if a collar alone would remind me. I mean, anybody could give me a collar.
[Berlioz ground down against him, his hard cock pressing into Sage's hip.] How about my handprints on your ass? Or my name tattooed there? That should be pretty clear.
You'll have to do better than that, daddy. If I'm on my back they can't see it. [he smirked]
[Berlioz took sage's hands and wrapped his fingers around the rungs of the headboard to keep his hands above his head, then pushed himself down Sage's body, sucking and biting more marks over his hips.] I'll tattoo my name everywhere. Property of Berlioz.
[Sage laughed, looking over at the nightstand.] Do it. I dare you.
[Berlioz cocked an eyebrow and looked over to the nightstand, where the flash tattoos were.] Yeah? Maybe I will. [He grabbed the pack and pulled out one that said 'property of Berlioz' and another saying 'daddy's princess' and held them up for Sage to see.]
[he rolled his eyes and fake yawned, still daring Berlioz to actually go through with it.]
[Berlioz wasn't going to cave. He shot Sage a look and said "stay still" before going to the bathroom and wetting a towel so he could put the tattoos on him. He came back into the room and before Sage could protest, he pressed the 'daddy's princess' one to Sage's hip, holding the towel down so the silver glittery writing would transfer to his skin.]
[sage raised an eyebrow and grinned when Berlioz pressed the tattoo to his skin. he knew better than to move his hands from the bed rungs but he did it anyway, taking a hand and running it up his boyfriend's arm]
[Berlioz looked up at Sage, brows arched.] Going to have to smack your ass for that. [To be fair, he was going to do that anyway, so there was no anger in his voice, just amusement. He pulled the towel away and peeled off the backing of the tattoo. He ran his fingers over the lettering, then leaned down to kiss Sage softly.]
[Sage kissed Berlioz back then lifted his head slightly to look at the tattoo.] I like it. I guess I'm yours then. [he teased, rolling his eyes a little bit]
[Berlioz smirked, but it softened into an adoring smile as he looked down at Sage.] Roll over. Gotta put the other one on your ass.
[he did as Berlioz said and rolled onto his stomach, wiggling his ass a little bit and looking back at him]
[Berlioz ran his hands over Sage's cheeks, giving a teasing squeeze. Then he pressed the second tattoo to his right cheek, leaving gold sparkly words that read 'property of Berlioz'. Then he leaned down to press his lips to Sage's skin, sucking another mark there just below the tattoo.] Now no ones going to be confused who you belong to, Princess.
Berlioz had teased Sage about being clingy, but honestly he loved it. He was so gone for Sage that he would spend every waking moment (and sleeping moment) with him if the boy would let him, so he absolutely wasn't going to protest his pleas for attention. He smiled at his phone when Sage said he wanted to take a bath, and pushed himself out of his bed, wearing just a loose pair of sweats, and went over to Sage's bedroom. "Princessss," he cooed from the doorway, a soft smile on his face.
Who: @berlz-chatte and @fkinsage
When: 1/9 [When the magic wears off.]
What: Berlioz wakes up human in Sage’s room, and the obvious occurs.
The week had been absolute torture for Berlioz. While he had somewhat gotten used to being a cat, it was absolutely awful not being able to be with Sage, and to see him be with other people. It hurt, but at the same time, he knew he had no claim over Sage, and there was nothing he could really do to stop him. He just hoped that this would be over soon. He'd fallen asleep curled up at the foot of Sage's bed, his small kitten form wrapped up in the pile of blankets. And he woke up... on the floor, naked, with the blankets tangled around his legs. His /human/ legs. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed, forgetting that Sage was still asleep in his bed.
Sage stirred in his sleep when Berlioz shouted out. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, shielding his eyes from the little bit of sunlight that was creeping into his dark and now back to normal room. When he saw that Berlioz was human, he immediately say up, blinking hard to try to wake himself up. He thankfully wasn't dreaming, and his room was back to normal too. "Daddy!!!" He scrambled to the end of the bed and flung himself off of it, wrapping himself tightly around Berlioz's naked body.
Berlioz grinned widely as Sage leapt into his arms. He hugged the boy close, kissing his cheeks. "Hi Princess," he murmured, burying his face in Sage's neck.
Sage wrapped his legs around Berlioz's waist and hugged him more tightly than he'd ever done before. "Fucking fuck shit fuck I missed you so fucking much. Don't you ever turn into a cat again, you hear me?"
Berlioz squeezed his arms around Sage's waist as he nudged up into his jaw, kissing his neck. "I was here the whole time, baby. It fucking sucked." He sucked a bruise under his jaw. "God, Princess, feels so good to have you in my arms."
Berlioz squeezed his arms around Sage's waist as he nudged up into his jaw, kissing his neck. "I was here the whole time, baby. It fucking sucked." He sucked a bruise under his jaw. "God, Princess, feels so good to have you in my arms."
"Yes but you were a kitten and kittens can't hold me like this, can they?" he hummed, giggling at the kisses. He ran his fingers through Berlioz's curls and pressed a kiss to his lips. "You were a cuddly kitten but I missed my Daddy."
Berlioz shook his head. "No they can't." He ran his hands over Sage's back. "Baby, I missed this so much." His hands drifted down to Sage's ass, pulling him closer against him. "Be my Princess baby. Be good for me, yeah?" He breathed against Sage's neck.
A shiver ran down Sage's spine and he couldn't help but to let out a little whimper. "But Daddy... I've been a bad Princess," he pouted. "I'm sorry..."
Berlioz bit his lip, pulling away to look up at Sage. "You did hurt me baby," he said softly. "But you weren't /bad/." He dug his fingers into Sage's ass. "Think there's a way you can make it up to me though," he murmured.
"I'm sorry... I was just frustrated and sad, and I wanted my Daddy back really badly..." he admitted, pressing little kisses along Berlioz's jaw. He caught the boy's lips in a kiss before he pulled away and asked, "Daddy can use his Princess? Make sure he knows he belongs to Daddy and only Daddy."
Berlioz kissed back, dragging his teeth over Sage's lip. "Mmhm. Gonna leave marks all over. Everyone will know you're mine." He pushed himself up from the floor, lifting Sage easily and laying him out on the bed, leaning in to suck a bruise into his collarbone.
Sage squealed softly, excited to have Berlioz finally be able to touch him like this again. He groaned, running his hands through Berlioz's here. "Want everybody to know I'm only yours Daddy."
Berlioz smiled to himself at Sage's words. He sucked a second bruise higher on Sage's neck, while trailing his hands down his chest. "How do you want me to fuck you baby?" he asked as he dragged his teeth along Sage's skin and nipped down gently.
"Surprise me," he moaned shakily, running his hands over Berlioz's muscular arms.
Berlioz smirked and moved his hands down to Sage's waist, easily flipping the boy over onto his stomach. He nudged his legs apart and settled himself in between them, spreading his big hands over Sage's cheeks. "So gorgeous, Princess," he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to Sage's back.
He giggled when Berlioz flipped him over and spread his legs. His cheeks flushed and he couldn't stop smiling. "Thank you Daddy," he said politely.
Berlioz's chest swelled with emotion for the boy. He smiled against his skin, kissing him again. "Of course, baby. Love you so much." He sat up so he could reach for the lube on the table next to the bed, and dropped the bottle down onto the mattress next to them and he returned his hands to Sage's ass. He dug his fingers into the firm flesh, loving the red marks they left behind; loving knowing that Sage was his.
Sage moaned, needy and whiny as he pushed his ass back into Berlioz's hands. "Love you more..." he breathed. "Please... please use me Daddy. Princess's ass is all yours."
Berlioz smacked his ass lightly. "You bet it is," he said, almost growling. He was still hurt that Sage had been with someone else, though at the same time he understood. He wasn't planning on letting it happen ever again though. He grabbed the lube and squeezed some onto his fingers, then pressed his other hand to the small of Sage's back, pushing him down into the mattress while he slid one finger inside him.
"Yes Daddy," he gasped into the pillow, pressing back onto Berlioz's finger. "Yours, all yours," he whimpered. His phone buzzed on his bedside table and he reached for it. It was the dom he'd let fuck him the other day.
Berlioz frowned when he saw Sage reaching for his phone. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked, annoyance clear in his voice as he pulled his finger back out. He wanted Sage's undivided attention. And as his daddy he was going to demand it. "Who is that."
"I was just... Nobody," Sage rasped, putting his phone back down. "Why did you stop?" he whined, pushing his ass up into the air and wiggling it. "Daaaaddyyyyy I need you!"
Berlioz cocked an eyebrow. "Tell me who it was or I'm not going to fuck you." He ignored Sage's ass, though it was tempting as fuck to just give in to Sage's pleas. "Are you being a naughty Princess again?"
"I thought you said I wasn't being bad!" He exclaimed with a huff, tossing his phone at Berlioz.
Berlioz sighed, dodging the phone and then picking it up from where it landed on the bed. "Yeah but now you're texting someone while I'm fucking you. That's not very nice." He looked at the phone and saw an unknown number. "Is this the dom you let fuck you?" He was annoyed, but also hurt. "The dom who you let touch you? Touch what belongs to /me/?"
Sage hid his face in his pillow and sighed before looking up at Berlioz. "Might be. He was asking for nudes." He bit down on his lip and smiled sweetly, blue eyes twinkling deviously.
Berlioz scowled, and tossed Sage's phone across the room. "He's not going to be getting any, so he can fuck right off." He returned his attention to Sage. "Don't give me that look. Gonna smack your ass raw, Princess."
"Hey!" Sage protested sitting up and shooting a scowl right back at Berlioz. "If you broke my phone you're not getting another blowjob ever again," he huffed, crossing his arms.
Berlioz rolled his eyes. "Your phone is fine." He gestured to where it had landed on top of a pile of clothes. "If you think you're getting out of this spanking, you are very wrong."
"But you said I wasn't being bad," he repeated himself, sticking his lip out in a pout and batting his eyelashes up at the larger male.
"You weren't. But now you are. Hands and knees. Going to make sure you don't forget who this ass belongs too."
He grumbled under his breath as he assumed the position Berlioz had requested. "Daddy, I'm sorry..." he finally said aloud.
Berlioz wiped his hand on the mattress to get the sticky lube off and then knelt next to Sage. He ran his hand down his back soothingly. "I know, Princess. And thank your for your apology. You're going to get 10 spanks. Count out loud for me." He rubbed his hand over Sage's cheek for a moment and then drew his hand back, landing a hard smack on his ass.
Sage pouted and sighed. He let out a little cry at the smack. Berlioz was hitting him harder than he'd expected, and it was one think to be spanked when he was turned on, but another completely as a punishment. He felt terrible. "One," he said meekly.
Berlioz hit the other cheek, watching as it bloomed red under his hand. The next couple were softer, since Sage's skin was already irritated. By the time he was done, Sage's ass was bright red, the shape of Berlioz's hands imprinted in his skin. "Mine," he said, rubbing his hands over the reddened flesh.
Bye the time Berlioz was finished, Sage's ass was red and his handprint was rather visible. His eyes were watery and his legs were trembling. "Yours, Daddy," he sniffled. "I'm sorry... Maybe you can send him a picture of your hand and your handprint on my ass? Show him I belong to you?"
Berlioz pulls Sage close against him, hugging him and running his hands over his back. "I can do that," he said, letting Sage go just for a moment so he could grab the phone from where it had been tossed. He snapped a photo and sent it with a message to 'stay away from my boy'. Then he went back to cuddling Sage. "Do you still want me to fuck you, Princess? Or are you too sore."
"Hey, I didn't say to tell him all that," he huffed, taking his phone from Berlioz. He put it on the bedside table and wrapped himself around Berlioz. "Just rub my butt for a little bit then you can fuck me, Daddy," he squeezed him tightly, kissed his cheek, and then kissed down Berlioz's chest.
Berlioz obliged, trailing his fingers down to Sage's ass, and massaged him softly. He kissed his forehead, and then his lips. "I love you, baby. I'm not mad," he said, looking into Sage's eyes to make sure he understood that.
"You should be mad..." he trailed off, looking down. "I hurt you, and I knew I was hurting you, and I didn't care."
Berlioz sighed. "I know. It hurt, and I wish you hadn't done it, but... It's done. And we're going to move past it."
"I love you more than anything or anybody Daddy... you know that right?" he asked a with a little panic in his voice, hands coming up to Berlioz's cheeks and blue eyes boring into green to make sure the other believes him.
Berlioz's chest clenched as he heard the fear in Sage's question. "I know baby. It's the same for me. And I know things aren't going to be perfect all the time, but as long as we remember what's important, we'll be okay." He kissed the top of Sage's head.
"We're finally going to be together," he smiled softly, hugging Berlioz tightly. "Daddy since I hurt you... I thought I should suck your dick to make it up to you. But maybe you should fuck my mouth instead," he smirked, nudging his nose against Berlioz's.
Berlioz hugged back, smiling. "Yeah baby, we are." He raised his eyebrows at the offer. "I like the sound of that."
"Rub my butt a little more, then do what you want with me," he giggled, pecking Berlioz's lips.
Berlioz shook his head, but he was smiling as he did what Sage requested. He rubbed until the handprints had faded, and Sage's ass was just a nice shade of pink. Then he laid Sage down on the bed again. "You want my cock, baby? Tell me how much."
Sage licked his lips. "I would do anything for your cock Daddy," he groaned, lifting his hips off the bed and then resting them back down to prove it.
Berlioz wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking slowly. He'd been hard for a while, though it had gone down when he'd spanked him. He didn't enjoy punishing Sage at all. But he was fully hard again, and desperate to have Sage on his cock. He crawled up on the bed until he was near Sage's face, then leaned forward and pressed his cock to his lips. "Go on," he urged. "Suck Princess."
Sage rested his hands on Berlioz's thighs and slowly opened his mouth. Berlioz's too easily slipped between his lips and he slowly sucked him into his mouth. He hummed contently, slipping his hands up to his hips and pulling them towards his head as he sucked Berlioz even further into his mouth.
Berlioz moaned at the lips around his cock. He moved his hand to the back of Sage's head, pressing down lightly. After a few moments of letting Sage take it at his own pace, he pushed his hips up, fucking into Sage's mouth while he held him in place.
Sage's eyes were half closed as he looked up at Berlioz, relaxing his throat and digging his fingers into the boy's skin. He let out a soft moan, feeling himself harden up.
Berlioz thrust forward again, taking his time but fucking forcefully into Sage's mouth. He rocked his hips, groaning, his other hand coming to rest on Sage's throat so he could feel the bulge of his cock as he fucked into him. "God baby, so good for me. So fucking good."
Once Berlioz's cock was wet enough, Sage tightened his lips up, hollowing his cheeks out and letting his eyes flutter completely closed as Berlioz fucked his mouth.
Berlioz watched Sage's expression change and sped up his thrusts, fucking harder into his mouth. He was careful not to hurt him, but he certainly wasn't going easy. He kept one hand on the back of Sage's head and lifted the other to rest on the headboard to keep his balance. He moaned as he felt himself getting close. "Fuck, gonna come Princess," he gasped.
Sage's eyes open and he stared Berlioz down. He pressed his tongue against the underside, the muscle dragging against his vein with each thrust. He couldn't speak but his eyes were demanding that Berlioz come down his throat, daring him to.
Berlioz gave one last thrust, pushing himself deeper into Sage's mouth and holding there as he came hard. He pulled out, leaving a trail of cum dripping down Sage's chin, his lips red and glistening. "So pretty, Princess. You should see yourself." He breathed, stroking Sage's cheek.
He was breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath from breathing from his nostrils the whole time. He licked his lips and smiled up at Berlioz, his eyes already glazed over with lust, need, and submission. "Don't wanna see anybody else, I just wanna see my Daddy," he rasps out, his voice husky.
Berlioz reached out to pull Sage into his lap, cradling him to his chest. "I know, baby. I believe you." He kissed Sage's bruised lips softly, cupping his cheeks.
He straddled Berlioz's lap, nodding happily. He then lifted his hips and pressed Berlioz's still hard tip against his hole. "Please?" He really needed him right now, couldn't even bring himself to care that he wasn't properly stretched.
Berlioz nodded, moving his hands to Sage's waist so he could help guide him onto his cock.
Sage slowly sank down on Berlioz's cock. Little groans slipped from his mouth, whimpers fell from his lips. "Daddy..."
Berlioz dig his fingers into Sage's hips, moaning as his cock was surrounded by Sage's warmth. "Fuck Princess. You're so tight." He let the boy settle into his lap as he kissed him slowly.
"Not as tight as I could be for my Daddy," he sighed ashamedly. The dom had been big, had opened him up pretty wide. He kissed Berlioz back sweetly, slipping his arms around his shoulders and beginning to slowly rock his hips.
Berlioz shook his head. "It's in the past. We're moving on," he said, moving his hands to Sage's ass as he started to rock up into him.
He's overcome with love and emotion for Berlioz, especially as they're in this state together. His eyes watered up and he sniffled. "You should hate me. I'm a cheater. I cheat on whoever I'm with."
Berlioz's chest clenched, and he reached up to cup Sage's cheeks. "Baby don't cry. I'm not any better." He kissed Sage's forehead. "It's okay love."
"I don't want to be that anymore," he sniffled, looking down at his hands. "I want you to be in love with someone you can trust. And I want to be in love with someone I can trust too. I don't want to be anybody else's, just yours. I want to be faithful to you."
Berlioz's heart swelled with emotion, a lump rising in his throat. "Do you mean that, baby?" He stroked his thumbs over Sage's cheeks to wipe away his tears. "I'm yours. You can trust me. I'll never leave you. You don't have to make the same promise, but god it would make me so incredibly happy if you did."
He nodded, allowing Berlioz to wipe his tears. "I have to commit to you, or I'll keep hurting you. And I don't want to do that anymore. I'm yours. Just yours."
Berlioz wrapped his arms tightly around Sage, hugging him close. "Thank you baby," he mumbled where his lips were pressed to Sage's cheek. "All mine."
"Yeah," he smiled weakly. He had a lot of work to do on himself, but he was willing to do it for Berlioz, and that was more than he could've said for anybody else. Without another word, he lifted his hips and began to slowly ride Berlioz, picking up where they left off.
Berlioz let his arms settle around Sage's waist. He leaned back against the pillows as Sage started to ride him again, watching contentedly as the boy moved up and down on his cock.
Sage couldn't help but whimper, Berlioz was certainly not small. He bit down on his already swollen lips and rested his hands on Berlioz's chest as he rolled his hips.
Berlioz leaned in to kiss him, his big hands spreading over his ass as Sage continued to move in his lap. He moved his lips down to Sage's neck, sucking more marks there as he brought one hand between them to slowly stroke Sage's cock.
As he continued to slowly roll his hips, the tips of his fingers digging into Berlioz's skin, he reached up to drag his fingers down Berlioz's lips. "Tell me how much you love me," he gasped.
Berlioz's hand stuttered on Sage's cock as he sucked in a shaky breath. "So much, baby. More than anything in the world." He let out his breath in a low moan as he rocked up into Sage.
FTF (future dated): Sage went into Berlioz's room and crawled into his bed. "She put a fucking clothespin on my tongue," he grumbled, winding himself tightly around Berlioz's body.
F2F: Berlioz was waiting for Sage to come back, and as soon as he came into his room, he put down his phone and devoted his full attention to the other boy. He wrapped his arms securely around him, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head. “I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured, stroking Sage’s back.
Berlioz knew he needed to get over Sage, and honestly he had been trying. But he was pretty sure his attempts were futile, and he was just going to continue torturing himself forever over the boy. Right now though he just needed company, from someone he trusted who wasn't a dominant. He didn't really want to talk about his exam, or the fact that he probably actually did need aftercare. It wasn't something he was willing to admit to himself, much less to Sage. He was relieved when the boy said he could come over, and dragged himself out of his bedroom and across the hall to Sage’s, knocking on the door and then shoving his hands into the pockets of his oversized hoodie, his shoulders hunched and his eyes cast down towards the floor as he waited.
