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It's Thursday today in Pelican Town. Which means tonight your best friend Abigail is coming over for movie night with Sam and Sebastian. You moved to the valley two years ago and Abby was one of the first few people you met.
“I don't know, Abby. Are you sure this will be ok? I don't think he likes me that much.” You wring your hands together while waiting for the pizza to finish in the oven.
“I've told you, that's just Sebastian. He's got this weird wall he puts up. But trust me when I say, he doesn't hate you. You'd know it if he did. He would have never agreed to come if he didn't like you.” She flips her violet hair as she mixes up some cocktails for the evening.
“I hope so. I've just gotten the feeling he's trying to–I don't know... avoid me. Like he'd rather not be around me.” Your worries intensify as a knock is heard at your door.
Abby rolls her eyes at you as she strolls over to answer the door. A vibrant smile displays over Sam's peachy lips as he pushes his way inside, greeting the two of you. “Mmmhhhhh... that pizza smells delicious, ladies.”
Behind him, Sebastian makes his way in through the door–hands tucked inside his pockets–eyes trained to the floor below. Removing a hand from his pocket, he pushes the door closed behind him. His head turns in your direction, a subtle smile twitches over his lips for a moment as he locks his gaze onto yours.
“Hey, you look different.” His voice is dry and void of emotions as he speaks. “It's a big improvement from all that dirt and sweat you always wear. You clean up pretty good.”
Blush dusts over your features. You didn't realize he thought so little of you beforehand. Being a farmer came with its down sides—even you could admit that—but you were not prepared for him to make such a low blow this evening. Your self-esteem lowered as your fingers began to entangle themselves with the hem of your shirt.
Your eyes shift towards Abby as she stands across from you at the table-uncertainty laced within your gaze.
“He's joking.” She shoots daggers in Sebastian's direction. “He has a weird twisted sense of humor.”
Before you can say much of anything else, the timer for the pizza goes off and you turn around to face the oven—embarrassment lingering across your features.
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The night seemed to go pretty smooth from there. The first movie ended and Abby retreated home to finish her essay assignment before class tomorrow, but Sam and Sebastian stayed to watch a second.
Everyone had gotten tipsy off Abby's cocktails. Even Sebastian seemed to lighten up a bit. With Abby now gone, the space where she sat on the couch now felt smaller than before. This left you and Sebastian, sitting cozy on either side of the couch.
Sam, now dead asleep on the floor, didn't even make it through the first twenty minutes of the sequel. The alcohol hitting him harder than the rest of you.
You try to keep your focus on the scenes playing out on the screen in front of you, but from the corner of your eye you notice Sebastian shifting in his seat. You turn your head to look at him, but he shifts his head away, eyes straight forward upon the screen. His hand lay motionless on his lap–covering his zipper to his dark denim jeans.
“Are you alright, Sebastian?” You furrow your brows in concern. You worry that with Abby and Sam both out of commission, Sebastian no longer wants to be here.
Bringing his eyes to meet yours, he parts his full bodied lips. “Oh, I am more than alright.” Eyeing you up and down as he speaks.
Sebastian turns his head looking you in the eyes, before he points straight to his lap; directing your sight down below. Your eyes glance to his lap, and it's hard not to notice the rather sizable bulge protruding from his heavy fabric.
Your eyes widen with shock, jaw hanging agape. “Sebastian... what's going on right now?”
"I have no clue what you're talking about." His voice is low and dry as a smirk displays across his angular face. His tongue peeks through, licking the tender pink flesh of his lip.
“I really like you—you do know that right? I've seen the way your eyes linger on me. I love it when I catch you watching.” Sebastian strokes the pad of his thumb over the bulge confined behind his jeans, eyes never leaving yours. "Do you like watching me?"
You swallow hard, nodding; watching as a smirk pulls at his lips. He slides down the zipper that confines his massive erection. Pulling his tight jeans down his thighs, taking his charcoal colored boxer briefs with them.
You watch in awe as you can see the veins on the side of his blushing red shaft pulsing in the moonlight that peeks in through the curtains. Gripping his slender fingers just below the mushroom shaped tip, the image of his veins vanish as he slides his hand down towards the base, before he pushes the skin up and over the reddening tip. A small bead of precum, glistens within the moonlight.
You swallow a dry gulp, eyes shifting towards the sleeping Sam mere feet from the scene.
"Sebastian, what are you doing? Sam's right there!" You whisper, arousal building within your own waist watching the lewd scene before you; the fear you can get caught egging you both on even more.
"What, you don't like it? Here I thought you did—should I stop?" A brow raises as he speaks in a gentle whisper, pulling his plump bottom lip between his pearlescent teeth.
Moving his hand away, you instinctively whimper. His grin widens at the sound. You watch as he brings his hand back to his throbbing cock, returning to his previous movements.
"God, you do so much to me... you know that? It's so hard to keep myself off of you. Even harder to resist touching myself, when you're around." His words slipping through his clenching teeth.
You can feel your cunt begin to drool from the view across your couch. Your breath is heavy. Lips sliding apart before a gentle whisper leaves them behind, "Sebastian…"
His hips jerk forward at the sound of your voice; growls leaving his chest. Fierce eyes bore into your gaze as he leers at you watching him. His grip tightens around his dick pumping harder.
You spot a thick glob of precum slip over the crease and down the top of his darkening head; his thumb grabs it on the up stroke, spreading it around his girthy cock. You squirm in your seat, want pooling inside your pussy walls. The need to touch yourself is strong—so you do.
Slipping your delicate fingers inside the waistband of your pajama pants, your anxious fingers dance straight to your clit—itching the scratch that Sebastian caused—moaning at your own touch.
"Fucking hell…" He hisses between his clenching teeth.
That seems to be his undoing. A low grumble releases from deep within his chest as his hips shudder. His empty hand cups the angry red tip of his cock, catching the thick ropes of cum as they shoot from his dick. Milking himself dry, he pumps his fist over the cum slipping down his knuckles as he rides out the high from his ejaculation.
Panting, he turns his head in order to watch you attempt to finish yourself off. He leans forward grabbing the napkins left sitting on the coffee table in order to clean himself off. He moves his way over towards you and pulls your hand away out of your pants.
Peering up to your glazed eyes full of lust and need, a smile paints over his moistened lips. "What kind of gentleman would I be if I made you do that yourself? I think I'm ready for a midnight snack."
Your breath catches in your throat. “Seb, here?... Right now?... What about Sam?”
His voice was nothing but a low growl. “Then I guess you'll just have to be quiet.”
His slender fingers slip underneath your waistband, pulling them down as you lift your hips. Your breath is ragged with anticipation as the pads of his fingers glide up the outside of your legs, trailing goosebumps in their wake. His breath is hot upon the delicate skin of your inner thighs as his inches closer and closer towards your greedy cunt.
Sebastian stares up at you through hooded eyes, behind a curtain of shaggy black hair and thick lashes. Never breaking eye contact, he slips his tongue from his mouth and in between your pussy lips. Slowly licking you up and down.
His eyes roll in the back of his head as he savors every taste your cunt has to offer. The grip he holds on your thighs tighten, as his tongue swirls around your puffy clit. Your hips jerking at the steady flick of his tongue.
Your breaths become moans as his lips wrap themselves around your clit, sucking on the sensitive bud causing your hips to jerk. You bring your hand to his temple, brushing back the veiling of hair within his line of sight. His once icy blue eyes, now dark and stormy with desires.
The crescendo of pleasure escalating within, reaches a point where it becomes hard to keep quiet. You bring your hand to your mouth and bite down upon the tender flesh of your palm. Unable to hold back anymore, a wave of ecstasy soars through your body. Your shaking under his lips as he laps up every drop of cum you spill from deep within your fluttering cunt.
Gripping his locks, you pull his face away from yourself once the sensations become too much to handle. His grin widening across his mouth as he peers up at you gasping for air.
“God, you are so fucking perfect.” He pushes himself forward, crawling up your body. “I want to fuck you so bad.”
You have no words. Your hands slip behind his head pulling him down on top of you. The taste of you is strong on his lips causing you to lose your mind. Moaning as you buck your own hips into his. The tip of his cock grazes over your slick cunt, pulling you deeper into your desires.
His sturdy arms slink around your waist, hoisting you up from the couch.
“Seb, what are you doing?” You try your best to be quiet, not wanting to wake the sleeping Sam, as you hold on for dear life.
“I told you, I want to fuck you.” The grip on your ass tightens as he speaks. “So that's what I'm gonna do.”
He pushes through your bedroom door, kicking it closed behind him. You attach your lips to his, as you wrap your fingers within his long black trestles.
Sebastian throws you down upon the bed. Standing above you, he pulls his remaining clothes from his frame, watching as you remove the solitary shirt that remains upon your body.
Your eyes take in his slender frame standing in front of you. Sebastian's lean body is adorned with a small patch of hair trailing down his sternum, a ghosting of abs sitting above his navel, and a second trail of fur leading right to his sturdy cock—ready for your cunt to swallow whole.
You watch him wrap his hand around his cock as he climbs over top of you. His lips ghost back over yours as he lines himself up to the entrance of your pussy. Slowly pushing himself in, his lips trailed to the space between your neck and shoulder, sucking gently as his hips began to rock closer to yours with easy thrusts.
“Oh my God Seb…” Your voice is drenched in desire as your hands wrap around his back, clawing into his skin.
Your words seem to encourage him to speed up his movements. His gentle rocks become staggered thrusts. Detaching his lips from your skin, he pushes up on his knees, grabbing your tits and molding them between his grasps.
Sebastian plows his hips into yours with fervor, sliding one hand away from your chest and pulling your hips closer to his. The pad of his thumb begins to circle over your abused clit, sending a wave of ecstasy pushing through your veins. Snapping every coil buried deep within.
Your walls tighten around his cock, causing him to stutter forward and release his grip on your chest and catching himself above your body. His hips snap into staggering thrusts as he comes deep inside of you, drenching your silken walls with ribbons of sticky cum.
Out of breath, he rolls off of you and runs his hands through his hair. Sebastian sighs. “Fuck, I'm sorry it was so quick. I just could help it, you're so fucking gorgeous.”
You roll over and snuggle up to him, trailing the pads of your fingers over his chest. “Here I've been thinking you've hated me this whole time.”
His brows darted up on his forehead. “What! Seriously? No, not even close. God I've wanted you since I first met you.” He wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer. “I've just never been good at expressing myself.”
You bring your hand up to meet his cheek, pulling him inches from your lips. “I think you did an alright job expressing yourself tonight.” You ghost your lips into a tender kiss before pulling away. “Very straight to the point.”