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Sebastian's office chair creaks under his weight as he leans back in it, pushing his empty glass to the side so he can kick his feet onto his desk. He lets out a feeble sigh, cradling his clammy forehead in his palm. His sluggish box fan whirrs in the corner, the weak but cool drafts of air it blows serving as a relief to the miserable heat radiating all throughout his room. The basement's ventilation had clogged up at one of the worst times possible; in the middle of summer, during a heatwave.
He had refused to go out, even as his mother worked on clearing the vents. He would much rather sit in the stinking heat down here than up there in the sun, where it definitely would be much worse. Seb had told himself that he would power through it, finish the lines of code he was working on, and maybe even his entire project if he was determined enough. Except, he had managed no more than a few lines before a staggering pressure had begun to build up in his head.
This quickly turned into one of Seb's worst headaches in a long while. His attempts at concentrating in the miserable months of summer had only left him with a pounding head, a growing sense of frustration, and a measly four lines of code.
Sebastian leans over and rifles through one of his drawers for a few moments, looking for one of his small sachets of pain relief medication - Harvey had prescribed him a couple of months back when he used to suffer from frequent migraines. His search bears fruitful, popping a white capsule into his mouth and swallowing it dry. His phone vibrates in his pocket.
As the screen lights up, he winces and lets out a low grunt, the brightness hurting his sensitive eyes. Seb glances at his notifications bar and saw a message from Sam, letting him know he was on his way over. He doesn't bother responding with more than a thumbs-up, swiftly switching his cell phone off and resting it face-first against the desk.
He lets his eyes slip shut, a moment's reprieve from the world before three sharp knocks sound out against his door. Either Sam was waiting right outside his house, time had sped up inexplicably since he shut his eyes, or he had dozed off. "Seb?" Sam's voice comes through the wooden panels of his door, unusually soft.
"Come in". Sebastian calls in response, his elbow digging into his chair's armrest whilst he balances his chin on his knuckles. Sam does just so, the door clicking shut behind him. Sam plodded his way over, leaning down and resting his head on the raven head's shoulder. His arms snake their way around his waist, hands connected and resting on his midsection. The pressure of his touch is rather comforting. He lets his head fall against Sam's.
"You trying to boil yourself alive down here or what?". Sam jokes, leaning in and pecking a dry kiss to the spot where Sebastian's jaw meets his neck. A warm flush creeps across his cheeks, a mix of the sweltering heat and the affection. The two had been dating for almost a year and a half. Yet even after all this time, his stomach would always flutter with a kaleidoscope of butterflies whenever Sam would kiss him.
"Har har. Very funny." Sebastian rolls his eyes, his voice laden with sarcasm. It earns a laugh from Sam. "The vents are clogged. My mom said she'll fix 'em for me." He says. As if on cue, a loud clink resonated through Seb's room as Robin's rake accidentally bumps into the metal grate of the vent, adding emphasis to his point.
A revelation. "So that's what she was doing out there!". A small smile graces Seb's chapped lips as he nods, his bitter mood having melted away like butter simply from Sam's presence. "So, you're just going to sit here—" Sam motions to the room with his head, "In this stinking heat, until she's done?". A question he most definitely already knows the answer to, which is why Sam doesn't seem surprised when Sebastian hums throatily in affirmation.
When Sam sees how incredibly flushed Sebastian is, a frown tugs at the corner of his lips. His gemlike blue eyes are speckled with concern, clasping one of Seb's hands in his own and intertwining their fingers. "Are you okay, though?" As Seb nods his head, the throbbing in his brain becomes more pronounced with his sharp motion. He has to bite back a wince. "I'm alright. Just got a headache."
"Did you take anything for it?" Sam asks, squeezing his hand gently. A draft of delightfully cool air is blown their way by the fan, combing its way through Sam's golden hair without disturbing its unusual tidiness. Sebastian replies, "Yeah, right before you came in."
Sam sighs, "Okay then,". He runs a hand through Seb's jet-black hair, pulling a soft hiss from him as his index finger snags a small knot. He murmurs an apology and presses a small kiss to the nape of his neck. Sam never seemed to be able to leave it at just one though, as he very quickly begins peppering all over the delicate skin with a plethora of kisses. The next breath Sebastian draws is wobbly, hitching a gasp as he tries to ward off the growing warmth stirring in his gut. Sam was meticulous in ensuring that he didn't leave any marks in his wake, especially not without Seb's permission.
He can feel the vibrations against his throat as Sam speaks, his voice velvety smooth. "Did you know an orgasm helps with headaches?". Blunt fingernails scratch softly at the nape of his neck, the sensation causing a shudder to rack its way through Seb's frame. "Really?" Seb asks.
Silence spells between the two, and Seb can feel the warmth that radiates from Sam's cheek as he chews on his lip. Seb tilts his chin up so they're making eye contact, cobalt blue eyes meeting those of viridian. Though his voice beams with confidence, his stature and mannerisms are riddled with nerves and insecurity. "Yeah," Sam's eyes contain nebulas, dilated pupils swirling with want as he nods.
"You offering one or something?" Sebastian grins lopsidedly at the blond, tracing small shapes into the back of his hand before tugging him forward, connecting their lips in a fond and impromptu kiss. Nothing but kindling to the growing flame. They don't part until their lungs are on fire, death flowering in them like bronchitis. "Maybe?" Sam laughs.
"There's no way I'm turning that one down," Sebastian replies, motioning his head towards the space under his desk and spreading his legs as an invitation. Sam hurriedly settles himself between his legs, toeing the line of clumsy with his eagerness. And for a few moments, he just rests his head against Seb's thigh and looks up at him with his eyes blown wide, as though Sebastian himself had hung the stars, painted sunsets golden and carefully strung-out cotton candy tufts of clouds across the sky.
"What're you looking at me like that for, man?" He asks, puzzled. Sam just shakes his head and laughs breathily, hands splayed out on his thighs. The denim hugs his skin without leaving any room for growth, fat spilling out of the intentional rips. A finger tugs at his waistband, carefully undoing his belt buckle and pulling his belt off.
It clatters as it falls to the hardwood floorboards, discarded carelessly. His trousers are quick to join them, leaving Seb scantily clad in his boxers from only the waist down. His underwear is thoroughly soaked, a smug grin creeping across Sam's pink lips as he palms him through the fabric "So wet already." he teases. A gasp punches its way out his throat as Sam pinches his erect clit between two fingers.
Seb grunts, unamused and embarrassed, though his voice holds no real irritation "Shut up". Sam does as he's told, seeming to have decided against teasing Sebastian properly as he carefully begins tugging down his boxers. As his cunt is exposed to the open, cool air rushes against the slick that has gathered along his pussy lips and causes a shiver to run down his spine. Goosebumps prick his skin.
With great care, Sam trails his middle finger through fine hair to stroke at the warm slick pooling from his centre before promptly burying his nose into Sebastian's crotch and trying to soak up all the sunshine he can. Whispered curses fall from the raven head's lips as Sam presses a sloppy kiss to his hole, the apex of his overwhelming need.
His lips brush against the hood of Seb's dick, listening to the quiet, needy mewl Seb gives him before going down on him. Sam's mouth is hot and wet around him, tongue dragging up and flicking over his bottom growth. He pulls back only to press a kiss to the tip of his engorged clit before he begins bobbing his head leisurely, rubbing small circles into Seb's inner thigh.
"Ah— 'ts so good Sam. Doing so well for me," Seb groans, his words having their intended effect as Sam lets out a small noise and doubles his efforts. Seb can't help but think Sam looks pretty on his knees like this. Sebastian finds himself slowly getting lost in the pleasure, muted gasps and moans fall from his lips as it drawls through him. So much so, he does not notice that it's gone silent upstairs, signifying his mother's completion of her work of unclogging the vents.
That is until his bedroom door suddenly opens, Robin parading in with her hair tied tightly into a ponytail. Her red hair swishes behind her like a fiery tail. Both he and Sam startle in unison, Sebastian just barely having enough time to scoot his chair forward enough that he wouldn't accidentally flash his mom. Luckily enough for him, she doesn't look at Seb for the first few seconds of being in his room, instead choosing to look at the vent covers to make sure there was no leftover debris.
Sam stops his ministrations but doesn't pull off, keeping Seb's cock snug in his mouth even as his mother turns to him. She rests her grimy hands on her hips and announces, "All clear! It should start to cool down here quickly.". Her eyes flicker up and down Seb's frame, worry etching its way through her features as she takes in his flushed cheeks and offish expression. "You really shouldn't be down here when it's this hot, Seb."
Sebastian sighs "I know I know".
"You could've at least come up to the kitchen to refill your water. You're going to give yourself heat stroke." Robin glares at the empty glass on his desk. Seb goes to try and respond, but all words die in his throat before they ever have the chance of making out as he feels Sam roll the tip of his cock on his tongue.
Pleasure sparks throughout his core, and he has to bite down hard on his tongue to silence the noise that threatens to choke free. He has to regain his bearings before he finally speaks, "I like it better down here."
One of Sam's fingers decides to go prodding at and stroke over his hole, coaxing another hearty glob of slick out of Seb. He scoops it up with the pad of his finger and pushes it back in, easing his finger up to his knuckle. Seb clenches tightly around him, Sam teasingly petting the ribbed walls of his insides. Robin huffs out a laugh, "Everyone knows that by now". One of his hands snakes under the table to tangle in Sam's honey-blond hair, holding his head in place. Icy panic rushes through his veins like venom as his mother asks curiously, "Where is Sam, by the way? I saw him walk in earlier but he's not here with you."
"He went—" He chokes on his words as Sam silently pulls off his dick, tongue instead venturing further south and joining his finger inside of Seb. "He went to the bathroom," Seb lies through his teeth, the words tripping awkwardly from his tongue.
"...Right," Robin smirks, a knowing glint in her eyes. For the second time in under an hour, Sebastian is asked "Are you okay? You're very flushed". He has to lean back to just barely avoid the dirty palm reaching for his forehead by a hair's breadth, only wanting to feel his temperature. Robin narrows her eyes "Seb?".
"Just a headache," Seb says at the very same moment Sam curls his finger up, striking with practised precision at that bundle of nerves that makes stars spark behind his eyes. He grunts lowly and squeezes his thighs around Sam's head, tugging on his hair. Sam moans into his clit, continuously thrumming his rough fingertips against his G-spot. "Oh, I'm sorry." She frowns, her voice full of sympathy. "What would you like me to get you? Water? Medicine?".
"Nothing," Mortifying, his voice breaks halfway through "I'll be fine". A hot coil starts curling in his belly, pulling tighter and tighter with every brush of Sam's fingers. Shit. At this rate, he was going to cum in front of his mother. Robin smiles at him, "Are you sure? I can—"
Seb interrupts her, "Get out, please". Robin raises her hands up in surrender, a grin on her face. "Alright, alright! Tell Sam he can stay for dinner if he wants to, will be ready in thirty." She winks, leaving and closing the door behind her. Seb watches as Sam immediately shoves his hand down the front of his jeans, Seb's head falling back against the plush cushioning of his office chair.
He pulls on Sam's hair again, "Fucking— ngh!— Did you want us to get caught, Sam?". The slick sounds of Sam pistoning his fingers in and out of his cunt becoming audible is an obvious enough answer for Seb. It draws an embarrassingly high-pitched whine from him. Left with a residual adrenaline rush from being walked in on, his senses felt heightened. Every stroke of Sam's tongue against the hood of his dick, every thrust of his hand against his innards quickly building up inside of him. He was getting very close very quickly.
The rubber band in his gut is pulled taught, Seb teetering over the edge of bliss. "Shit, Sam— 'm close." He whimpers, eyes slipping shut. Sam drags the flat of his tongue across Sebastian's pussy top to bottom, sucking sharply on his clit and making the ravenhead cry out. He chokes out a ragged gasp, jolting like he'd been electrocuted. He bites on his fist to muffle a wail, bucking his hips up into Sam's mouth and coming with a spurt.
"That's it" Sam mumbles into Seb's pussy.
Musky slick drips down Sam's chin from where he can't swallow. It curls down his bobbing Adam's apple as Sam looks up at him, eyes hooded and dark. His cruel hand doesn't relent, even as his thighs shake with overstimulation and his cunt clenches down firmly. "Sam—" He whines, digging his heels into his boyfriend's shoulder blades. Seb jerks like a fish on a wire.
"Stah— Stop! Sam!" He sobs dryly, trying to pull his hips away. He both hears and feels Sam moan against him, the hand in his pants speeding up momentarily before stilling. He licks over the sensitive nerves on the tip of his clit one last time before finally pulling off, nuzzling his nose into the coarse clumps of dark pubic hair on Seb's pubic bone. "Dear Yoba, Sam." He pants, carding his fingers through Sam's honey-coloured hair.
Sam laughs, warm and sweet like embers behind honey. He nudges Seb's chair back, wheels rolling against the hardwood floorboards. Sam stretches his legs, snatching a tissue from the box on Seb's desk and wiping the stickiness off both of his hands. "Did that help at all?" He asks, his knees popping.
Now that he mentioned it, what had once been an uncomfortable throb resonating all throughout his skull has simmered down to nothing but a dull buzz, and very light pressure. Once he'd caught his breath, he answers "Yeah, actually... Thank you". A barely-there smile crosses his face, though it's quickly wiped away as he realises with a groan. "She one-hundred percent knew."
A giggle, "Definitely". Oh, dinner was going to be so fucking awkward.
