Sebastian wasn’t entirely sure what was going on as Hunter’s hand rustled gently through his hair, almost… soothing? That wasn’t the right word, but he didn’t know how else to describe it. He had to admit, at least to himself, he was sure it would be hot to let Hunter do that, but he was hyper aware of how the senior behaved. When he had something over you, he didn’t let it go. They were similar in that respect and Sebastian was unwilling to give him more to dangle over his head. This was enough as it was.
Almost in apology himself (what did he have to apologise for?), he dropped his hand to fondle Hunter’s balls, lightly massaging them as he slid his mouth back down the other man’s dick, tongue pressing against him as he sucked to get them back on track. He did, however, reach out for Hunter’s free hand with his own, pulling it to his throat as he buried his nose down to Hunter’s stomach and back up again. He wanted to feel something? He could give him that much.
That break in the action was enough to get Hunter away from his worries of coming too quickly and pretty much destroying his reputation... at least what Sebastian knew of his reputation. Truth be told, he was pretty sure doing anything with Sebastian Smythe wasn't exactly good for either of their reputations, considering outside of what they were doing, they acted like they hated each other. Which wasn't 100% true, upon further contemplation. Hunter didn't hate the other boy; he just found him insufferably obstinate, and perhaps a bit too much like himself for Hunter's liking.
He raised a curious eyebrow as he felt his hand being pulled down to rest against the other's throat, not entirely sure what the junior was asking for. Was he into some sort of breathplay or...
Oh.
Hunter's eyes widened as he could feel himself pressing into the other boy's throat, could feel the way his cock moved into the tight channel both inside and out. A loud moan fell from his lips, the tail end of it curling into a groaned, "Christ," before fading away into panting breaths.
That’s the closest you’ve come to praising my admittedly gifted mouth. You’re welcome, I suppose. The entire situation wasn’t entirely without merit, I suppose.
Sebastian had, admittedly, thought about all the things he could do. Add some teeth, actually bite him and really ruin the other boy’s time, but when it came down to it, he wasn’t interested in that. Despite himself, he did find Hunter attractive and there was nothing quite as attractive as a man enjoying himself. Besides, he wanted to see Hunter doing the same and how could he possibly trust the senior if he didn’t show he could be trusted too? It was an awkward situation to be in, in a way, but they seemed to be making the best of it so far. He could only trust things would continue to go that way.
He smirked lightly as another moan filled the air, his own grunt accompanying it at the sudden movement into his mouth. He paused, just briefly, nails digging into Hunter’s thigh as an almost warning. No. If Clarington wanted to fuck something, he could come out and say it and they’d have a completely different experience together, but if he wanted this? He was going to let Sebastian work at his own pace. As soon as he thought (hoped?) the message had been put across, he went back to work.
The warning came across loud and clear. Hunter would not be fucking Sebastian's mouth that night, it seemed. Pity, since the senior was certain it would be all kinds of hot to watch... and feel. Between his personality and the smug way the other boy did everything, it would have been intriguingly hot to see him put into place. Perhaps next time...?
Would there be a next time? Hunter wasn't entirely sure either way. With the way things were going, he wouldn't be adverse to it, so long as they kept it behind closed doors; he had a reputation to keep, after all. However, once the junior thought he had something on you, he sunk his claws into it and rode it for as long as he could before giving it up. Hunter wasn't sure he could handle that much ego in direct competition with his own.
Still, he found himself running his fingers gently through Sebastian's hair again, almost as if in apology for pushing the envelope further than he was willing to go.
Are we reading the same conversation? Because I’m not sure where you’re getting that idea from. Or is it that you can’t fathom the idea that perhaps there exists someone who can touch your dick and not be utterly entranced? Because honestly, I’ve had better. Touched in the head, yes.
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