(( Surely Seb will have a chance to keep his show going for longer in the future. Right now feels too overwhelming, too much like every hope and dream is coming true, too much like Siwan's finally able to drop all the masks and be himself. It's too much for him to be still and quiet and simply observe (even if strict observation is impossible in this situation). There's no way for him to hold himself back with the tight heat of Seb's body enveloping his dick.
It isn't like hasn't heard filth from Seb's lips before. It just hits very different when Siwan's balls deep inside him. It adds another layer to everything he's already feeling (mostly physical, but not exclusively) and sends a full body shudder running through him. That heat pooled low in his belly churns at the words, seeming to expand and spread through even more of him, leaving him feeling feverish.
But he doesn't have to think. Not about what to do or what Seb said. He only moves. The minimal rolling of his hips, even combined with Seb's rising up and sinking back down, isn't enough. It isn't enough even though each subtle shift in their bodies makes it feel like every nerve is firing. It isn't enough even though that friction steals his breath and leaves him moaning into Seb's mouth. It isn't enough.
Siwan didn't think this through. Maybe having Seb on top of him wasn't the greatest idea. It limits his motion, too much. So, yeah, Seb's going to end up on his back. It's not any sort of graceful, fluid shift. No, Siwan simply uses his weight and his grip on Seb's shoulders to flop them sideways onto the bed and then rolls on top of him. He braces his forearms on either side of Seb's head and, after a few much quicker thrusts, pulls his knees up to get better leverage. (He didn't think this through, either. He probably should've tucked a pillow under Seb's ass so he didn't have to use his legs to hold on... but Siwan's not going to ever complain about Seb clinging to him). ))
no subject
It isn't like hasn't heard filth from Seb's lips before. It just hits very different when Siwan's balls deep inside him. It adds another layer to everything he's already feeling (mostly physical, but not exclusively) and sends a full body shudder running through him. That heat pooled low in his belly churns at the words, seeming to expand and spread through even more of him, leaving him feeling feverish.
But he doesn't have to think. Not about what to do or what Seb said. He only moves. The minimal rolling of his hips, even combined with Seb's rising up and sinking back down, isn't enough. It isn't enough even though each subtle shift in their bodies makes it feel like every nerve is firing. It isn't enough even though that friction steals his breath and leaves him moaning into Seb's mouth. It isn't enough.
Siwan didn't think this through. Maybe having Seb on top of him wasn't the greatest idea. It limits his motion, too much. So, yeah, Seb's going to end up on his back. It's not any sort of graceful, fluid shift. No, Siwan simply uses his weight and his grip on Seb's shoulders to flop them sideways onto the bed and then rolls on top of him. He braces his forearms on either side of Seb's head and, after a few much quicker thrusts, pulls his knees up to get better leverage. (He didn't think this through, either. He probably should've tucked a pillow under Seb's ass so he didn't have to use his legs to hold on... but Siwan's not going to ever complain about Seb clinging to him). ))