Sebastian always had that one moment during sex when he’d admire his lover, he’d keep his pace no matter what, and he’d still keep moaning. Physically, he’s the same, but mentally, he’s strangely calm. His eyes are on Christian, and his eyelashes bat lightly as he looks down, and he admires him. The little curves in the man’s body, the pale skin, his blonde hair. Usually, Sebastian’s partners were primarily brunette, but with this blonde, he had a bit more of a thrill. It was something that made him lick his lips and reach forward to tug on the man’s hair, pulling his head back as he continued to thrust. This always helped him keep his composure, keep his cool. It was a small mental break for him to just breathe for a moment, and for him to calm down his orgasm. So he could push on for bit longer before releasing.
Sebastian happily takes the compliment from the stranger. Every time the blonde man pushes back into Sebastian’s thrusts, he whimpers a little, because as much as he loved being dominant, he absolutely loved it when someone was into it. He wasn’t too favorable of when someone just sat there and took it. He wanted them to feel it just as badly as he did. Someone to be screaming at their body that they certainly should not be finishing yet, just as he is now.
After Sebastian’s little breaks, he becomes very aware of everything. His breathing, for one. He always notices how deep his breaths are, and he likes the sound. He likes the feeling of being breathless. It makes him want to push in harder, so he does. It’s become deafening, the silence, even though it wasn’t anywhere near quiet. The room was full of their moans, but Sebastian can’t help but feel a bit neglected, in a way, “Tell me how much you like it.”
Confirmation was always something Sebastian needed, and in this moment, when he pushing in as deep as he can into the man, and tugging his hair, whispering dirty things in the stranger’s ear, he needs that confirmation. He needs to know he’s wanted, badly, and that both of them are just dying to release, and that he wasn’t the only one who felt like this, and that he wasn’t on the brink, regardless of his small time of silence, he wants to feel it all. He wants that quick second of a blank mind when he finishes, and he needs the man to tell him he’s doing good, he needs it.
When Sebastian grabbed his hair, Chris turned his head and faced him, his parted and dry lips are asking for a bit of attention. He wouldn’t mind at all a kiss, just to add a bit more of passion. The dark haired boy is incredible, surely he’ll save his number, in the future he might need his favours once again. Chris doesn’t want to invite him often, the boy might think he’s the kind that after a quickie becomes attached; even if his heart doesn’t commit easily, he can recognize a source of entertainment when he sees one. Sebastian’s taking away his breath, there are so many things that he could do to return the courtesy.
Among all the moans Sebastian’s name can be heard. His voice naturally low is even more hoarse while with appreciation whispers his name, the hips now react as they want, his body is at the mercy of spasms, if the man keeps taking him with that pace the climax will not be hold back for too long. Biting his lower lip, Chris thinks for a brief second how could he specify with words what he’s feeling, quivers aren’t fake, the contracted abdomen and the pre cum on the tip of his member is a valid explanation, however Chris decides to do what he asked. “I love your cock inside me, fuck, it feels so good. I don’t think I can hold it much longer”
He has no idea if Sebastian’s doing well or not, if he’s near the edge or he can continue for another hour. The only thing he knows is that if he could finish more than once, he would have already done it at least a couple of times, probably violently. “You have this way of fucking me, you’re making me want to be your personal slave for a while”. Chris was honestly a bit insecure on his own, of course he was tasting the best sex but what about the other man? Giving isn’t the same of receiving, he hopes the stranger will have a great memory of the night despite everything, Chris knows he will.
