Sebastian groaned into his lover's mouth as the other man's hands found their way into his hair, his fingers tangling themselves into the locks and then proceeding to hang onto them like they were this man's last hope. This man's, who was his lover, so very pliant and warm and hard, moaning for him, wrecked by his touch, breaking... He could barely think, each kiss filling his mind with even more list, each touch making him just a little bit less aware of anything but the warm body beneath him, and yet this kind of thoughts still echoed inside his head, passing through his mind, unchecked.
He ignored them, not because he found them untrue or was afraid of them, but simply because he could not find time or focus for them, at least not in a way which was separate from Hari moving his hips as well, timing his thrust so that they matched Sebastian's own, whether they were sharp or slow, it did not matter. Hari knew him, knew him good enough to feel, to guess, and to match, giving friction to the hardness between his legs, enough to make Sebastian break the kiss, just for a second, just long enough to moan, the keening sound escaping through his lips sounding so beautify broken by lust even to him. That, though, was perhaps he wasn't even fully aware that it was his, that he was the one making that sound. Him, Hari, this, that. He wasn't even sure anymore where the one began and the other one ended. He was only sure that they were both there, rutting against each other like some kind of half-crazed animals, and damn it, why was there so many clothes between them.
He felt more than saw the loosing of Hari's scarf, the annoying fabric being finally out of the way allowing him to move his mouth form where it has been attacking Hari's lips down to his neck, biting at first almost too hard into it, before licking the bitten place gently, and continuing to do so, leaving a wet, cold yet warm from his breath trail all the way from the place where Hari's neck met his shoulder up towards his jaw, and then back down again. They have moved into the bedroom at some point, he wasn't sure when, instead of simply holding each other against the bedroom door, and then there was bed too, under them, but that was irrelevant as well. Convenient, but second to making Hari moan, and buck and beg.
Beg, like he was begging now, hands lost somewhere between their jeans, just like Sebastian's own, tearing belts and buckles and buttons out of their way until they were in nothing but their underwear and Sebastian's hand was pressed hard against the fabric of Hari's own, stroking, fondling with the hardness which had formed there, lusting after it, wishing at the same time to pull it out and swallow it whole, yet still not doing so because something inside of him still felt like teasing.
And to each of Hari's please he answered with his own of course, of course, of course unsure to what exactly he was agreeing, but knowing h would give Hari anything anyway, especially right now, when he was sure that the other man had only one thing on his mind, for that was how it was to him. And on the third of course he finally decided it was enough of that, enough of teasing, pressing against Hari's cock so hard that it must have borderlined on pain before finally stripping the other man of his underwear and wrapping his hand around him with nothing between them now, his mouth, which have been turning Hari's neck into an almost black and blue mess finally moving down as well and latching onto his nipple, continuing their work there, relentlessly. His own hips never stopped moving either, grinding into Hari's hip, but once again that was second to doing all that he could to make Hari forget even his own name.
He ignored them, not because he found them untrue or was afraid of them, but simply because he could not find time or focus for them, at least not in a way which was separate from Hari moving his hips as well, timing his thrust so that they matched Sebastian's own, whether they were sharp or slow, it did not matter. Hari knew him, knew him good enough to feel, to guess, and to match, giving friction to the hardness between his legs, enough to make Sebastian break the kiss, just for a second, just long enough to moan, the keening sound escaping through his lips sounding so beautify broken by lust even to him. That, though, was perhaps he wasn't even fully aware that it was his, that he was the one making that sound. Him, Hari, this, that. He wasn't even sure anymore where the one began and the other one ended. He was only sure that they were both there, rutting against each other like some kind of half-crazed animals, and damn it, why was there so many clothes between them.
He felt more than saw the loosing of Hari's scarf, the annoying fabric being finally out of the way allowing him to move his mouth form where it has been attacking Hari's lips down to his neck, biting at first almost too hard into it, before licking the bitten place gently, and continuing to do so, leaving a wet, cold yet warm from his breath trail all the way from the place where Hari's neck met his shoulder up towards his jaw, and then back down again. They have moved into the bedroom at some point, he wasn't sure when, instead of simply holding each other against the bedroom door, and then there was bed too, under them, but that was irrelevant as well. Convenient, but second to making Hari moan, and buck and beg.
Beg, like he was begging now, hands lost somewhere between their jeans, just like Sebastian's own, tearing belts and buckles and buttons out of their way until they were in nothing but their underwear and Sebastian's hand was pressed hard against the fabric of Hari's own, stroking, fondling with the hardness which had formed there, lusting after it, wishing at the same time to pull it out and swallow it whole, yet still not doing so because something inside of him still felt like teasing.
And to each of Hari's please he answered with his own of course, of course, of course unsure to what exactly he was agreeing, but knowing h would give Hari anything anyway, especially right now, when he was sure that the other man had only one thing on his mind, for that was how it was to him. And on the third of course he finally decided it was enough of that, enough of teasing, pressing against Hari's cock so hard that it must have borderlined on pain before finally stripping the other man of his underwear and wrapping his hand around him with nothing between them now, his mouth, which have been turning Hari's neck into an almost black and blue mess finally moving down as well and latching onto his nipple, continuing their work there, relentlessly. His own hips never stopped moving either, grinding into Hari's hip, but once again that was second to doing all that he could to make Hari forget even his own name.