Oh my. I'm going with the ones gave me more chills, not necessarily the most aesthetically on point.
1. Sander as we know never says sorry. Yes, he writes it down on the drawing, but in rl uses of subterfuges like cheesy lines and kisses to apologize. And here, after Robbe calls him out on his "joke", he looks at him remorseful, pure and raw, and kisses him "sorry". We can see it before the kiss that it makes him uneasy to have bothered Robbe.đ
2. Tenderness overloaded. Robbe knows to give him softness and clinginess when Sander is more insecure. He kisses him so warmly that Sander looses track of his surroundings with that "Yeah". He's so pleased he has found someone who will love him.
3. The soft whining, that Willem DS as Sander thinks nothing more of and keeps the acting. They trust so much each other that it shows in their scenes. It's so domestic and natural. The level of babiness of this scene should be on Guinness Book.
4. The kiss right after Sander strips them of barriers feels so raw. The way Robbe is giving himself to him (and im not talking of something is physical). The way Robbe all but squirms and has nothing to hold on (though soon Sander's hand will give him leverage). However, this kiss is responsible for part of the fire in the Amazon Forest. đĄ
5. So passionate, so synchronized with the song, so orange, so full of this orangeness that is poetic cinema. This is simply the most passionate reunion of them all. And my favorite clip.
Can you possible write something about how one night after Robbe and Sander have sex Sander says his favorite part is making Robbe feel good and it makes Robbe think Sander doesnât like what he does or he doesnât make him feel good and he starts to feel insecure about how he Sander was the first person he was with and was completely inexperienced when they first started having sex? Then they have a conversation that results in a lot of kisses and Sander reassuring Robbe that he is perfect and makes him feel amazing.
Smut ahead!!!
Sander moves on the bed, stretching his legs after hours sleeping in the same position. The bed feels nice tonight, he opens his eyes just enough to understand itâs still dark out and Robbe is still sleeping behind him, so out of it Sander can feel his very slow breathing blowing the hair at the back of his head.
He smiles to himself and pushes the sheets down to his waist, rubbing his palm against his nose for good measurement that heâll be as comfortable as possible to go back to his much needed sleep. Tonight is a good night, he thinks as he closes his eyes, letting his tiredness take over again. The last few seconds awake are very happy, reminding of the amazing night they shared, tangled together for hours, doing everything slow, holding for as long as they could so they wouldnât have to stop feeling exhilarating, out of this world good any time soon. Sander canât believe his luck, finding someone that matches him so perfectly.
It feels like a second later, and he feels the bed moving slowly, carefully. It feels nice when the sheets move against his naked skin, leaving him completely uncovered but itâs not cold, not too warm, just perfect. He tries to open his eyes when he realizes hands on his calves, moving him to the end of the bed. His legs are hanging down now, and slightly open. His body is quickly starting to get too warm, but it feels too good still, he feels his stomach tingling and suddenly heâs wide awake, moaning as he realizes in awe whatâs happening.
He forces himself to prop his body on his elbows, meeting a still messy from sleep Robbe in the middle of his legs, slowly taking him completely. Sander almost passes out from the image, needing to lie down again, touching his whole body thoroughly until he finds Robbeâs soft hair, holding what he can not too tightly just so he can be sure this is really happening, itâs not another wet dream.
Nobody is home, thankfully, because Sander canât find it in his half asleep brain the will to hold back his moans, calling for Robbe every few seconds because this boy will kill right this second. Heâs so eager, so sloppy, and so fucking good Sander has to let go of his hair not to hurt his boyfriend. Robbe is clearly wanting to do this his way so Sander lets him. With his not too slow, not too fast pace, wanting to swallow every inch every single time and Sander will never complain about that.
Robbeâs hands run through all the way from his belly to his thighs, squeezing hard, pushing Sander up on the bed a little bit, making him arch his back, feeling all his skin get raw and sensible for a few seconds with the hard and perfect touch.
He thinks about telling Robbe about how fucking nice this feels but all the wires are messy in his brain and his thoughts donât meet his open mouth, constantly making noises, small or big ones.
Since Robbe wants to go the sloopy and mind blowing route, Sander follows his lead with that, opening his legs as much as he can with no shame, and Robbe moans at that, scratching his thighs. Sander forces himself on one elbow again because this obscene moment has to be seen and saved. With the other hand he messes Robbeâs hair a little more, biting his lip when Robbe opens his mouth even wider.
Sander feels like heâs on the edge of passing out when he comes, a surprise for him and Robbe, washing over him all of a sudden after what it feels like a lifetime and not long enough. Heâll never forget the scene they both made in that position.
He smiles to himself, enjoying the high for as long as he can, only then realizing his hair sticking to his skin, to the back of his neck, the sheets almost as damp under him, and Robbe finally, finally climbs on the bed again, sitting on Sanderâs stomach and he sighs, looking at his even messier boyfriend, with his tinted cheeks, his curls perfectly turning outwards in every angle.
The sunlight is managing to get inside through the crannies between the curtains, right behind Robbe, creating his aura around him, naked, sitting on Sander, a little bit shinny and blotchy, and as perfect as one can be. But when Sander really pays attention, he sees in Robbeâs eyes a hint of worry, and he pushes himself to sit up properly, not too quickly so Robbe wonât move away to sit somewhere else. Sander puts his arm around his boyfriendâs waist to keep him exactly where he is.
âWhatâs wrong, Robbe?â
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Robbe checks with himself again. It feels nice, amazing. There are very few things he likes more than to be this intimate with Sander. To feel him give himself completely to Robbe. For so long he wanted to feel this peace of mind, this feeling of home in someone who would love and take care of him. And he found it. He was more than lucky enough to find all of it in one person.
But he canât stop thinking about what Sander said yesterday, and the tone he used. He likes taking care of Robbe a little too much. Not only when theyâre having sex. Heâs always the one on the lead for everything. Decide what theyâll do, what theyâll eat, what movie they should watch. And Robbe never thinks about it too much because, again, he likes letting go and having someone he can trust blindly to know everything he can ever want. It feels so extremely nice to finally not have to worry Robbe could really cry thinking about it.
But in moments as intimate as sex, Robbe starts to worry Sander is only taking the lead because Robbe is not as good at it as Sander is. Maybe he makes the wrong decisions, or does things in a way that makes Sander prefer to make the calls instead of letting Robbe do so.
âI want a brutally honest answer.â
Sander frowns, completely caught off guard, and Robbe pays attention to that one hair strand thatâs peaking from behind Sanderâs neck and he focuses on that, trying to put it back in place as he asks, âWho was the best sex of your life?â
He only looks at Sander at the very last second, feeling all his insecurities shout at him for ever bringing this up, ready to put a fake smile when Sander tries to change the subject not to say it wasnât Robbe.
âWhat kind of question is that? I thought it was pretty clearâŠâ
âThatâs not an answer.â Robbe tries to laugh it off shyly, and Sander doesnât buy it, and Robbe hates how he can see through everything. His boyfriend adjusts his posture so he can pull Robbe even closer.
âRobbe.â
âItâs just one question. I wonât be upset, I promise.â
âRobbe. Thereâs nothing to be upset about.â Sander looks up at him with those puppy eyes. âItâs you. I feel even ashamed at how fast I come because I look like a dumb teenager that canât hold it for a second. I have to hold myself back so much to not come the second I see you naked.â
Robbe snorts quietly, making himself smaller to hug Sander like a koala, nuzzling into his neck.
âWhy is that even a question?â
He doesnât answer because he doesnât want his insecurities to awaken Sanderâs too. Sander waits patiently, and Robbe for once wishes Sander would change the subject like he does when theyâre trying to have a serious conversation. But he doesnât deflect this time. He waits in silence and Robbe decides to get it over with already.
âYesterday you said how much you like making me feel goodâŠI thought maybe it was your way of trying to tell me Iâm not as experienced, or as...skilled as you are.â
Sander frowns even deeper, and snorts, and that combo is the biggest sign that Robbe just said the dumbest things, making himself look even more insecure and like a baby.
âYouâre acting like I know what Iâm doingâŠâ Sander smiles thoughtfully, and Robbe tilts his head, resting his forehead against his boyfriendâs. âI never had sex with a guy before you. Or anything at all, actually.â
Robbe tries to find the right words to put his thoughts out. âBut still. You had a girlfriend, you had sex, you went out and made out with peopleâŠâ
Sander rolls his eyes, turning them around in one motion, putting Robbe back on the bed, with Sander lying in between his legs.
âI had one girlfriend, and I made out with a bunch of strangers when I was basically a baby before meeting Britt. Itâs not the same.â
âItâs still experience.â Robbe whispers, trying to justify his thoughts.
âI promise, it makes very little difference when youâre about to be with the person you love. I got just as anxious, as nervous, as insecure as you did, Iâm sure.â Sander kisses his jaw, still staring right back at Robbeâs eyes. âIt doesnât help that you were mad at me, thinking I was back with Britt. I was so nervous I thought you would feel how my hands were shaking while we were in that elevator to go to the flat.â
âI was busy with other things during that minuteâŠâ
Sander snorts, kissing him again, his hand gently caressing Robbeâs cheek.
âWhen I say nothing ever felt like this before I mean everything. The feelings, the love, the âmy brain can only see, think, talk, and listen to Robbeâ, the hormonesâŠâ
Robbe smiles, feeling his insecurities slowly turn into dust inside his brain to give it more space to think, see, and hear Sander.
âAnd I promise you...this was the best blowjob of my life.â Sander lifts his eyebrows and Robbe shakes his head, looking to the side to hide his face a little bit on the pillow, purring when Sander relaxes on top of him, holding him in that way that makes Robbe feel so secure, kissing his whole face, promising the world to Robbe, to them.
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