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"Hey Ominis, do you want to touch my face again? I'd say a refresher is in order. Specially since I've grown rather dashing this summer."
Sebastian had made a habit of asking him each year. He knew by now that Ominis would never ask on his own, even if he really wanted to. Something about his pride maybe, but it didn't matter, since he would always make sure he got the chance anyway. He had made a mental note of this that very first year, after Ominis had opened himself to him about his blindness.
Out of innocent curiosity, he had asked him how he was able to recognize things, how did he, in his own way, managed to see. To which Ominis had answered that he needed to feel things with his hands, that way he could sort of build himself a mental image of them. It was only natural for Sebastian then to have his friend know what he looked like, so he would always be able to recognice him. He came to realized after how absurd that second part actually was, but at the time it had prompted him to crassly take Ominis' hands in his and all but splatter them onto his face.
Ominis had hesitated at first, he'd even seen a little bit of fear in his eyes, clearly not having expected such a move from Sebastian. But after a moment, and with such tenderness that had melted Sebatian's heart, his soft fingers began to meticulously explore everything that his face had to offer. It quickly became his favourite thing in the world.
But then, just as quickly, he'd noticed the moisture gathering in Ominis' eyes. He hadn't know what to make of it at first but once the first tear had freely flown down his cheek, he had grabbed his hands and asked him what was wrong.
It had absolutedly shattered his heart. Ominis told him it was the first time he had ever touched someone else's face. No one, absolutely nobody at all, had ever before bothered to offer him this experience. He just couldn't believe it. Didn't he have a family? Some other friend who would have surely thought of this? Did nobody in his life care if he knew how to picture them whenever they spoke to him? For him to imagine whenever he thought of them? He of course hadn't learned yet what a painfully tragic childhood he had actually been forced to endured.
He hadn't known how to react at that moment, but he had never forgotten.
So after that, he took it upon himself to come up with all sorts of things he thought Ominis might want to experience. He made it his utmost priority. But above all else, he had vowed he would become his eyes.
He'd then quickly grown accustomed to describing things to him. As soon as something, which required sight to understand, unfolded before them, he would simply lean into Ominis' ear and whisper an easy yet precise description, so that he too could always understand what was going on. After a while, it came to him as naturally as breathing.
It always brought such joy to Sebastian to look into Ominis' eyes and watch them slightly move and spark, as he rebuilt the image that he'd carefully put into words for him. And as time passed, and he continued to whisper and gaze, he slowly but steadily found himself falling completely and irrevocably in love.
He would do anything and everything for him. And hoped each day, with all his heart, that maybe, just maybe, Ominis might somehow, someday, love him back.
After a while he had lost most of his hope, and had settled with having the honor of being his best friend. But he would always look forward to that special time of year were he would again be blessed with the loving caress of Ominis' vision upon his face.
He had never dared ask him to do it more often, out of fear and maybe stupidity, even if it meant he would have to painfully crave it for the rest of the year. He had convinced himself that once was justified, necessary even, but more? He couldn't stomach thinking of Ominis replying with "what for?"
So he braced himself now for this once a year benison, as he heard Ominis' cheekily answere him with "I honestly doubt that's the case Sebastian, but I suppose a refresher would indeed be quite nice... after all, you have began looking rather squiggly as of late." He so loved him for that though.
"You know, you could just ask... I'm always up for the opportunity to showcase my good looks." It seemed he was feeling daring today, a slight sweat was threatening to break under his aloof demeanor, but it was too late now to back off.
"Very well, I might take you on that offer later this year then." Oh? A glimmer of hope now settled deep within his body as he watched Ominis come sit on the couch right next to him. He then stared placidly as his friend made a show of stretching his lovely hands in preparation for their upcoming expedition.
And just as Sebastian was entering that serene place in his mind, Ominis decided this time to first find his wrists and softly trace his fingers up the length of his arms, almost stopping at the sides of his neck until they finally found his now completely undone face.
Oh Merlin. He had felt shivers. And somehow molten lava, all at the same time. His mind could not yet process what exactly it was that his body had just experienced. The wave of pleasure that had unnanouncedly plowed through his body had now settled on his face as innocently as if it hadn't just done such a daring thing.
And with his face still stuck in a state of absolute disbelief, Sebastian finally registered the microscopically subtle hint of a smile on the corner of Ominis' lips. Oh...? Could it... no way. but maybe? ...perhaps? That figment of hope that had sprouted just a moment ago, was now suddenly growing to actually register into Sebastian's mind.
Could Ominis actually love him too? After all this time, he had never really shown any hint of that being the case. Sebastian always thought his own actions where somehow obvious if you where looking for an answere. But then again, Ominis couldn't actually see the way Sebastian would dreamily get lost in his eyes whenever they spoke. Could it be that he, in his own way had also not dared be more upfront about his feelings? Could this all be just a huge miscommunication issue?
He willed his mind back to the present moment, self-conscious about his now burning face. He reminded himself to savour this precious fleeting moment. And as he slowly started to drift into a blissful existance under Ominis' fondling fingers. It was heaven really, but then, they had treacherously made their way towards Sebastian's lips.
It was so damn soft. The way his fingers slowly traced their figure. But what irrefutably made him burn all over again was seeying Ominis' now blushing face, with his eyes slightly hooded and his own lips parting in mirror to Sebastian's as he had dared rest his thumb on his lower lip.
Oh Merlin. He was beyond reason now, and so without allowing himself a moment to reconsider, his hands took quick hold of Ominis', lowering them onto his chest so he could feel his now hammering heart. And as swiftly as it had all ocurred, he took hold of Ominis' startled face and brazenly slammed his starving lips onto his.
He didn't care anymore, not about anything other than the ecstasy that had all but consumed his being as his lips tore through Ominis' own. There was nothing tender about it, only pure and incontrolable desire, fueled by years and years of pent up emotions. But what was most incredible to Sebastian, as his mind gave him but a sliver of sanity among the chaos, was to realize that Ominis was actually kissing him back, and with as much fervor as his own.
Oh to be so lucky in this life, he thought. Their bodies now as close as their damned clothes would allow, they lost themselfs in the fire of their first kiss. Tasting and drinking in all that the other had to offer. Merlin... the exquicite taste that was Ominis' tongue had him wanting to lick every inch of his skin and devour him whole. But as the minutes passed, Sebastian couldn't help but feel a hint of uncertainty at what would happen once they dared separate from their embrace. What sort of reality awaited them. He forced himself to deafen those thoughts, to simply relish the extraordinary moment they where sharing.
Perhaps he would never have to ask Ominis again for the gift of his touch, he hoped it would now be freely given as common as their friendly banter. He wished to be able to enjoy everyday the sweetness of his loving gaze upon his being. Possibly, they would forever more delight in all that the other had to offer, without ever feeling doubtfull or ashamed. Maybe, they would finally, truly be as one. And as Ominis had once allowed him to become his eyes, perhaps now, he would finally realize and accept that Sebastian already was and had always been, absolutely and everlastingly, his.