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The night had begun casual enough, a movie night with a film of your choice and simply sharing each other’s company. Typically composed, any hopes of remaining collected were long squashed for Sebastian the moment you’d climbed your way up onto his lap. Under the guise of merely ‘wanting to cuddle’, he knew your true intentions when he felt your legs bracket around one of his own. The bounce of his knee spurring you on, the slide of soft palms splayed out beneath the hem of your shirt and suddenly, he was guiding each of your movements.
He steered you forward with rapt attention, encouraging every slow rock and grind against his thigh. The television had long faded to a dull murmur of background noise, his focus entirely consumed by the vision writhing in his lap. His sweet angel, so needy, how was he meant to concentrate on anything else?
“That’s it, *colombe*... Use me,” Sebastian encouraged softly, each roll of your hips met by a slight cant of his thigh. His head tipped back against the plush cushion behind him, dark eyes swallowed by the black of blown out pupils as he watched keenly.
A sound slipped from his lips unbidden, a breathy moan swelling in Sebastian's chest at a particularly fevered nudge up against him. Palms slipped upwards, tracing the notches of your spine through thin cotton before his slender fingers curled at the nape of your neck, the cool metal of thick rings digging into warm skin. He was transfixed by you, drinking in every gasp and whine spilling helplessly from parted lips.
Deft fingers slipped back down beneath the thin fabric of your shirt, slowly inching the material upwards until it bunched beneath your raised arms. The cool air met your heated flesh inch by inch until the fabric was discarded on the hardwood of the living room. “So beautiful… Just look at you,” he breathed out, palms skating over your sides. He flexed subtly, tilting his thigh upwards with intent just to be rewarded with another broken noise and an increase in the speed of your rolling hips atop rigid muscle.
“I’ve got you, angel. Being so good for me,” came his murmured praise, voice lowered and hoarse with undisguised desire. His cock drooled within the confines of his boxers, stiffening to an ache as he stared, spellbound. “Keep going, *just like that.*”
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