(( Reverence is exactly what it is. Yes, there's the fact that Seb is gorgeous and Siwan frequently wonders how he caught Seb's attention. But it's more than just that. Seb is showing him something, giving him something he's always wanted. He's been nothing but patient the entire week, never pushing Siwan beyond what he was ready to do or have done. How could he look at Seb with anything but reverence?
Hopefully Seb isn't actually expecting an answer to his question. Siwan's mind went completely empty the instant Seb sank down. Nothing remains but heat and need and want and every kind of hungry sensation Siwan's ever experienced. His jaw drops open, something that's more than breath but barely a sound slipping from his lips. His hands fly to Seb's hips, grasping perhaps a little more firmly than would normally be comfortable. It's all instinct, his body completely on autopilot since Siwan's brain is only keeping up with essential functions for those first few seconds.
This is it: everything he's ever fantasized about. And somehow the reality is far better than what his imagination could ever conjure up.
Siwan sucks in a rattling breath and something like human intelligence comes back to his eyes. Be still, he tells himself. Be still at least until Seb's fully seated. Don't rush it. Ah, but every cell that makes him up is screaming for action, for friction, for more of this. Sorry if his grips leaves bruises on Seb's hips. That's Siwan's anchor. Soft, hot skin under his hands, hard bone just beneath. Something other than that maddening heat enveloping his cock, the natural resistance that's different from what he knows (no, don't compare!). It's so much all at once and ever feeling plays out on his face in the short span of time it takes Seb to seat himself fully.
Once he's settled astride Siwan, he slowly uncurls his fingers, loosening that white-knuckled grip on Seb. He's still only a second longer, if even that. Siwan jolts forward to close whatever small space is left between them, mouth crashing against Seb's for a desperate, thorough kiss. His hands slide from Seb's hips to the small of his back, upward along either side of his spine, curling against his shoulders just as Siwan's hips jerk to drive him that much deeper. ))
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Hopefully Seb isn't actually expecting an answer to his question. Siwan's mind went completely empty the instant Seb sank down. Nothing remains but heat and need and want and every kind of hungry sensation Siwan's ever experienced. His jaw drops open, something that's more than breath but barely a sound slipping from his lips. His hands fly to Seb's hips, grasping perhaps a little more firmly than would normally be comfortable. It's all instinct, his body completely on autopilot since Siwan's brain is only keeping up with essential functions for those first few seconds.
This is it: everything he's ever fantasized about. And somehow the reality is far better than what his imagination could ever conjure up.
Siwan sucks in a rattling breath and something like human intelligence comes back to his eyes. Be still, he tells himself. Be still at least until Seb's fully seated. Don't rush it. Ah, but every cell that makes him up is screaming for action, for friction, for more of this. Sorry if his grips leaves bruises on Seb's hips. That's Siwan's anchor. Soft, hot skin under his hands, hard bone just beneath. Something other than that maddening heat enveloping his cock, the natural resistance that's different from what he knows (no, don't compare!). It's so much all at once and ever feeling plays out on his face in the short span of time it takes Seb to seat himself fully.
Once he's settled astride Siwan, he slowly uncurls his fingers, loosening that white-knuckled grip on Seb. He's still only a second longer, if even that. Siwan jolts forward to close whatever small space is left between them, mouth crashing against Seb's for a desperate, thorough kiss. His hands slide from Seb's hips to the small of his back, upward along either side of his spine, curling against his shoulders just as Siwan's hips jerk to drive him that much deeper. ))