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Sebastian set down a big glass of water next to Charles.
“Sure it’s a good idea?” Charles was sitting, hunching forward on a small plastic stool, his hand gripping the side of the kitchen counter.
Sebastian pursed his lips taking him in, tasting his words before talking. It took them a while to get there and he really wanted Charles to go through with this, it was his wish after all. “You just have to say the words and we will stop.” He said finally, one hand sliding onto the rounded shoulder.
A tremble coursed through the lean body accompanied with a groan and a long exhale. “God.” Charles cursed and Seb couldn’t miss how one of his thighs shook for a second. The ringed fingers reached down to soothe the strong muscle, spreading his own fingers on his bare thigh. A groan followed and the long fingers pushed into the hot flesh, trying to sooth himself in vain.
Seb lightly touched the glass of water, but his gaze remained on the younger one. “Do you think you still need this?”
Charles’ head quickly turned with a heavy inhale, seemingly dreading the clear liquid, but he drank it in one go anyway. With a low whine he put back the glass on the table, his hands trembling a little. “Fuck, Seb.” Contrary to his words he didn’t look up to the older one, but shut his eyes, and let his head hang heavy. His fingers now in a fist resting on the wooden surface, just before opening, flying to grab his thighs again.
“You are doing so good.” The affirmation was much needed, and Charles would have purred a bit if he wouldn’t be awfully occupied with focusing on his task. “It will feel so good.” Seb’s voice was confident, and Charles wanted to say something but as he opened his lips only a strangled whimper ripped through it.
It was something Sebastian saw before on him, back when they were teammates, but never addressed it not even after they started to fool around, or after they started to date. He tried to coax Charles out of his shell without success. Until they went on a road trip together and couldn’t find anywhere a decent stop. Charles was fidgeting next to him, squirming in his seat by the time they could stop to relieve themselves, and he only noticed the massive hard on his boyfriend had when they returned to the car afterwards. He saw it many times before, almost all the times Charles couldn’t get out of the car to visit the bathroom during quali or a race, he got hard.
So now they were in Sebastian’s kitchen, only cold tiles around them, and Charles sitting on the plastic stool only in a tight white boxer. His cock was hard, pressed to his lower stomach, which bulged massively thanks to the huge amount of water Seb made him drink in the last hour or more.
“I need to go so bad, Seb.” He pleaded, but didn’t move. His body felt hot, tight under his skin while a continuous pleasure circulated in his veins. He could have just stood up and run to the bathroom, nothing restrained him, except their agreement that they would try this. For Charles.
That last glass of water must have already run through his system because a new need surged through his body, making him jerk and lean even more forward.
He was continuously panting now, thighs shaking as he tried to fight back the urge to let go. He needed to pee so bad his bladder stung and his cock was painfully hard.
“Such a good boy.” The voice came from very close but he couldn’t open his eyes to look. Maybe he should have because the small fingers carded through his hair, soothing him first before forcing him to straighten his back, his urge becoming stronger by the movement. He was also touched on his thigh and yelped as it slowly traveled to his cock, palming him through the thin fabric before gently pressing against his bulging bladder.
Charles’ whole body was shaking, eyes now finding the blue ones in desperation. “No, no, I can’t.” He whined and the pressure was gone, returning to his sensitive cock, stroking and teasing him through the fabric. Seb’s fingers were running up and down on him, circling his burning hole, before light raking his nails down to his tight balls, making it even harder to hold himself.
Charles’ lips fell open, surrendering to a broken moan, and a sudden gasp. His body shook again, cock twitching as he fought back the urge to pee.
“Look at you, doing so good.” Sebastian praised him before removing his hands, and stepping back a little. He was also hard, but he was wearing some shorts which hid it much better, also not like Charles could look around for long enough to notice. He was too caught up in his own head, the pleasure coming with having to pee so bad and having to restrain himself was slowly overwhelming him.
His cock was now twitching desperately in a quick rhythm, and he couldn’t help pressing his palm against it, trying to soothe the need.
He cursed and didn’t even try to control his sounds no matter how desperate he sounded anymore. He was whimpering, pressing his lips together to suppress a whine, or letting them fall open to get at least some relief as a strangled moan worked itself up from his throat.
“Seb, I need to go so bad.” His hands were desperately palming and groping his cock, his last attempt to keep the burning drops in, his voice was hoarse from all the panting already.
“Hold it, baby, just a little more.” The encouragement was followed by a choked moan, and Sebastian was wondering if the dark patch around Charles’ tip was done by his precum or he really couldn’t hold it in any longer.
Now Charles’ whole body was trembling, he was leaning forward, fidgeting on his seat, trying any position which would bring any relief.
After a suben jolt his palm cupped his tip, pressing to it. “No, no, no.” He let go for a second before enveloping his cock again, stroking it a little, pressing his thumb against his hole. “Fuck, no, no.”
He gasped and Seb felt his own cock twitch to the sight of a darkening spot where the white fabric was cradling Charles’ tip. With a pained sound Charles could hold it again, but seemingly not for so long.
He was trembling, his thighs still open, granting the best view to Seb to his pulsing, tingling, throbbing crotch. “Fuck, Seb.” He whined and cried as another few drops escaped, now having more trouble stopping the flow of the clear liquid than before. The white material turned sheer around half of his cock, leaving nothing to the imagination as the wet material stuck to his hot skin, perfectly outlining his shaking dick.
As a last attempt to distract himself, he started to stroke himself through the wet fabric, his nail circling at his tip with an insane sensation through his briefs. He needed to cum so bad too.
“Let me see you.” Seb’s voice was unexpected, it made Charles jump a little but he obeyed nonetheless. With both hands he pushed down the brief giving a perfect view of his struggling cock to Sebastian. “Your little cock is so desperate, baby, look at it.” Charles did and couldn’t restrain himself to also touch, letting out a soft moan as his palm closed around himself starting to stroke slowly.
It was enough of a distraction for a few seconds before his abs clenched again, and he let go of himself, hurriedly pulling his boxer back, before pressing against his cock again.
He leaked again, much more this time, his noises clearly giving away his struggle. “I can’t.” He warned weakly. “Fuck, Seb, Seb!“ The older one’s name felt like a prayer on his lips before his body gave up, forcing himself to let go, not being able to control it anymore.
The relieved moan went straight to Seb’s cock just as the pleasured expression as Charles let go, his piss rapidly soaking his white briefs and his thighs. His moans turned from tortured to pleasured for long seconds until he could regain himself and stop it again.
“Pull those away.” Seb instructed him and he was too gone in his head to do anything but as he was told. He peeled the soaked material away, revealing his glistening cock just before another gush hit his stomach, now on full display for Sebastian to see. “Fuck, Charlie.” If he wanted to be honest he never thought he would be so turned on by this.
With another broken moan Charles covered himself again and he couldn’t prevent it anymore, he was first only leaking through the sheer material before it could have turned into a constant gush, his body allowing him no control anymore until he completely emptied himself. He never realised how much he was holding onto the sides of the stool and just how much his expression changed from desperate to blissed out, his whimpers of struggle to groans of satisfaction as he did so.
He didn’t move until he heard Seb again. “Couldn’t hold it anymore, hm? I bet that little cock is so sensitive now, no? Let me see it Charles, let me see how sensitive you got.”
The next noise from Charles was grutal and Sebastian never realised how much he was holding onto the counter, how wild and blown his eyes are, barely blinking as he was drinking in the most obscene scene in front of him.
Because Charles, with a weak whine, pulled his soaked cock free and started to slow stroke himself, seemingly already close. “Fuck.” He threw his head back as his thumb found its way back to his softer tip, rubbing and circling the swollen part. His head was spinning, he could have cum in a second. He had to fight back the urge to do so.
“Can I?” He asked and looked up to Sebastian with hooded eyes, pleading, his consciousness entirely gone.
The answer was slow, because first Seb had no idea how to respond, his lips were chapped and dry, holding his breath as he was watching Charles playing with himself so shamelessly. He licked his lips, and groaned to the desperate whine Charles coaxed from himself.
There were so many cooky responses in his head, but his traitor mouth betrayed him. “Yes.” He never gave permission so fast before surprising not only himself but his lover too.
With a delay of a heartbeat Charles was coming, his body shaking once again, but now entirely differently, his hand was working on himself with quick, firm strokes until his spent tip spurted thick, white cum on his abs, hands and thighs.
With a few softening movements he tried to sit up straight as his muscles still trembled from the aftershock of his orgasm.
Finally his hands stilled and he looked up, his beautiful green eyes clouded, lips swollen and red, cheeks tinted till his neck, his hair sticking to his forehead a little.
Sebastian didn’t let go of his gaze as he walked to his side, lifting his chin gently. “You made such a mess, baby, you were so good, I’m so proud of you.” He stood close enough to feel the hot breath against his hipbone, and he was sure it was close enough for Charles to notice his now painful erection too. “Do you think you can take a bit more?” He asked curiously, his voice giving him away easily.
It wasn’t really a question but he had to ask. Yet Charles nodded, eyes already fixed on the bulging pants which soon revealed Seb’s cock. “Open.” The command was more for their enjoyment than anything because the tingling lips were already waiting open, tongue stuck out.
Charles took him easily and eagerly. He took a few testing licks before welcoming Sebastian’s whole cock in his hot, wet mouth. He sucked slowly, the thick black lashes adorning his cheeks beautifully as he closed his eyes, moving his head with a rhythm.
He took Sebastian deep. His small cock was easy to take. The truth was Charles was much bigger than him, no matter how he referred to Charles’, in reality. Not like it matter too much to the brunette, he still enjoyed the weigh on his tongue, the salty, musky taste which belonged only to Seb, and the way he could let him into his throat, gagging slightly as Seb started to gently fuck his mouth.
With a low goran, smaller fingers kept the sharp chin in place, causing Charles to relax his mouth, opening it slightly while Seb moved languidly. He gasped as any time he pulled out a pink tongue followed, waiting patiently to feel the pressure of the sensitive tip again, coaxing the glistening cock back to his hot mouth.
Sebastian played with him like this, and Charles was happy to comply, looking up sultrily to the flushed chest, the red cheeks as his lover slowly lost himself to him. When the fingers were gone from his cheek, he started to suck again, determined to make Sebastian come. It was wet, his saliva dripping down on the brunette’s hin, and for Seb he looked absolutely debauched and beautiful at the same time.
He needed to come.
He felt Charles trying to coax it out of him, his tongue massaging the underside of his cock with every up and down movement, sucking on the tip and letting him slide to the back of his throat. It didn’t take long like this, he let his hands sink into the messy brown hair, pulling the inviting lips harder on himself until his body stilled, his cock twitched and he came undone shamelessly quick.
He filled the waiting mouth with his cum, shooting it in heavy spurts on the tingling tongue, making Charles slightly choke as he tried to swallow.
He never realised his breathing hitched and his heart was beating in his ears until he was coming down from his high, body shaking a little as Charles lapped at his small cock cleaning up the last drops of cum.
“Oh my god.” When he opened his eyes he wished he would have taken a picture, a picture which should have made him hard and right on the edge at any given day. His beautiful boyfriend was sitting in front of him with the most satisfied expression on his face, his eyes soft, blinking slowly while some cum and saliva was smeared on his prefect, swollen lips, he looked entirely fucked out, not even mentioning all the mess sticking to his skin thanks to their earlier ministrations. “How are you so gorgeous even after this?” He asked, and reached out to get some wet wipes from the counter, for a futile attempt to clean Charles' hands.
His answer was only a small giggle and a shrug of those rounded shoulders. “I don’t, you just love me too much.”
He shook his head, leaning down, stealing a slow kiss from Charles. “Come on, let’s get you to the shower, then we can deal with the rest.”