His skin twitched and shivered underneath the licks of Ash’s playful tongue. Sebastian bit his lower lip and craned his head again to watch his counterpart trail down from his chest to his abdomen, feeling another swell of intense arousal watching the younger male so eagerly lap up the mess of fresh semen and sweat on his body.
But, to Sebastian’s discontent, the head of his cock was still too sensitive, and it almost hurt a little when Ash teased him there.
“H-hey,” he groaned as he jerked his hips away almost instinctually, no sooner feeling Ash finally pull his cock out and the trailing warmth behind it trickle down his thighs.
Fuck… he thought, in spite of himself, too, as he reciprocated Ash’s kisses fervently, at first, but after each one, his initial elation had begun to subside, and what he thought had made him feel better, in the end… Now was only succeeding into worsening his mood.
Once his hands were free, he suddenly didn’t know what to do with them. Nothing felt natural, now – he felt like he was being observed, scrutinized, and was suddenly self-aware and uncomfortable with every single thing that his body was doing. He couldn’t find a comfortable place for his tongue in his mouth, or a place to put his hands, and felt like if he stopped thinking about taking each breath, he’d no sooner suffocate.
The gentle kisses and the murmured words only made it hurt that much worse, and even made him feel a little sick on the inside with his stomach turning and his mind reeling.
Not a few hours ago he was having a lovely chat with Ash’s ex over coffee…
“I love you, Sebastian… I really, really do. You know that, right?”
He sat up, then, quickly, as if startled, and moved Ash to the side with an apologetic glance. “Yeah,” he replied, finally, and his next anticipated words hung in his throat for a minute like a deadly poison.
“I love you, too, Asher. I really… really do.”
He turned his head to look into his counterpart’s eyes and reached to brush a few strands of Ash’s black hair from his eyes. Not a moment later, Sebastian stood up. “I think… I’m going to take a shower,” he announced, suddenly, and no sooner disappeared from the room, closing the door behind him once he made it to the bathroom.
The steaming hot water was something of a reprieve, and he ended up standing under the stream for a while, letting the high heat sting his back and his new bruises and scratches. His hands were pressed against the wall and his head was hung, staring down at the tiled floor of the shower, silently reveling in the steam and the white noise of the running water, for now.
The worst part is… No matter how bad I feel about it… I’d do this again. And again. And again…