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Seb smiled as he closed the door to the garage, taking a second to watch Lars before he carefully began to untie his scarf. “That was definitely worth the trip out of town.” Seb pointed out, smiling as he ran his fingers through his hair and took off his shoes. He and Lars had gone on a bit of a trip to one of the neighboring cities for dinner, since Lars had brought up that one of his coworkers had mentioned a new restaurant that had opened and said it would be a nice place for him and Seb to go. Seb was more than eager to take the chance to go out and treat Lars for the night, his eyes shining as he looked at Lars from across their little table and told him to get whatever he wanted. It wasn’t often that Seb got to spoil Lars, considering how much Lars insisted on them going on simple dates (or just spending the night in the club), so Seb greedily took any chance he got.
Lars managed a small smile in Seb’s direction, shrugging off his jacket to hang it on its usual hook, and focusing his eyes on a spot on the floor. Dinner was nice, sure, but… something had been nagging at Lars during most of the drive home. The restaurant was nice, and the food was great, and- Lars had noticed that he ate more than Seb. Not in the way that Seb ate less, or was purposefully having something smaller, just- Lars ate more. The thought made Lars’s stomach twist in nervous knots for most of the drive home, his fingers curling into the hem of his sweater as he tugged it down harder. Lars had a larger frame since childhood, which Gus called baby fat when they were kids, except he never grew out of it. Lars carried that extra weight in his middle, in his cheeks, and everywhere else. He’d occasionally had thoughts about his weight, brief flashes that went away as fast as they came, but tonight was different.
Lars knew he’d been silent for too long when he glanced up from his spot on the floor and saw Seb watching him; his smile eased into something a little softer, a little more unsure. “Lars? You’ve uhm… been spacing out for the past ten minutes.” Seb pointed out, Lars feeling his cheeks burn in shame because, great, on top of his own insecurities, he was ignoring Seb now. “Just… thinkin' about stuff. Sorry.” Lars mumbled out, going to sit on the bed and almost immediately jumping back upright when he heard the springs creak. It hadn’t been doing that the whole time, had it? Seb noticed immediately that something else was going on besides Lars just thinking, that Lars was bothered by something, and he took a step forward. “What kind of thinking? You look worried.” Seb asked, and Lars sucked his top lip between his teeth as he tried to come up with a reasonable excuse for what he could be thinking about. “Just- stuff,” Lars tried dumbly, only for Seb to shake his head and press his palms to the side of his head to resist the urge to grab Lars’s arms.
Lars always hated when people looked sad- it reminded him too much of his dad, of times he had caught himself in the mirror and saw the frown reserved for when he was alone. Lars wasn’t alone anymore, hadn’t seen that frown in many, many days, but it was still a sore reminder. Lars sighed in defeat, perched on the edge of the bed as his hand waved over himself quickly. “It’s- it’s this, my-” Lars tried to explain before he swallowed thickly, hating how the words made him nauseous, and instead motioned to his body again. Seb seemed to pick up on the silent implication fairly quickly, carefully stepping forward until he knelt in front of Lars. “Lars, there’s nothing wrong with your body. Nothing wrong with you.”
Lars’s throat suddenly felt tight again, his heart racing and mind going far too fast- and he felt something. It wasn't a feeling Lars recognized easily, not since he was very little. It was this ache deep in his skin, and the second he looked at Seb, he knew what it was. He knew he wanted Seb to hold him, to hold his hands or hug him or something. The lack of touch seemed to hurt more for once, every nerve in Lars's skin screaming for it, and he felt the tears streaming down his cheeks before he could stop them. Seb noticed those tears just as fast as Lars did, shifting to face his partner. "Lars, you have to tell me what's wrong. Angel, I need to know how I can-" "Hold- jus'- just- hold me please?" Lars managed to croak out, the whole bed practically shaking from his own trembling. If he were lighter, the bed wouldn't feel it as much; it wouldn't be as bad, it.... Lars felt all his thoughts screech to a halt as Seb's arms were around him, hesitant and loose. Seb quickly tightened his grip the second he felt Lars's shoulders twitch in a sob, pulling his partner close. It was the first time in a while Lars had gotten a proper hug. It reminded him of his layers. It made him feel safe and protected. And that just made the tears fall harder.
They sat there together for ages, Seb’s hands moving up and down Lars’s arms rhythmically, almost like he was following the tempo for a song only he could hear. Lars felt his tears finally begin to dry up after a while, his cheeks damp and a small cringe escaping him when he tried to take a breath and only managed a sniffle. Seb gently pulled away as he felt a crooked, tiny smile form, and his fingers reached out to brush over Lars’s cheeks. “There you are, angel,” Seb purred softly, Lars feeling his cheeks turn warm as he smiled a bit and turned to hide part of his face in Seb’s palm. Seb hummed as he shuffled closer, pressing his lips to the tear trails and reveling in Lars’s flustered hum. “I love your cheeks, you know. You always get these dimples when you smile, and they get so pink when you blush…” Seb mused, and Lars tried to duck his head again as his chest fluttered. “Seb, c’mon… you’re just sayin that stuff now.”
Seb shook his head, a determined spark lighting up in his eyes as he looked up at Lars. “No, no, definitely not. If you’re okay with it, maybe I can show you that I’m not just- making shit up to try and make you feel better.” Seb offered, his heart in his throat as he awaited Lars’s answer. Lars felt the urge to shake his head, to tell Seb that he was fine and that he didn’t need to, but he hesitated. He thought about that feeling from earlier, how he craved Seb’s touch and how it made him feel better, and decided that maybe Seb could help him feel better about everything else that bothered him tonight. Lars offered a simple nod, and Seb lit up in an instant as he rested his hands on Lars’s hips. “Okay. Okay, you just- sit still, and I’ll handle everything. Gonna spoil you so bad,” Seb murmured excitedly, forcing himself to take a breath as he guided Lars into the center of the bed.
Lars shifted in place nervously as he waited for Seb to move, idly tugging at the hem of his sweater to keep it lower, only for Seb to hold his hands and grin. “Uh-uh, nope. Hands at your sides or on me, or just- not on you. I want to see all of you.” Seb assured as he let his hands rest at Lars’s sides. “Would you be okay taking these off, Lars?” Seb asked softly, his eyes eagerly trailing down Lars’s frame when the other nodded and began to peel his sweater and button-down off. Lars smiled sweetly up at Seb, the pink thermal still covering him up, and Seb couldn’t help his smirk as he flicked his index finger up. “That too… c’mon, I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to see all of you.” Lars let out a flustered whine as he tugged the shirt down harder and pouted down at Seb. “Seb…” Lars mumbled, only for Seb to silence his protests with a soft kiss and a squeeze of Lars’s bicep, a move that never failed to make Lars’s whole body prickle with warmth. Lars sighed softly as he pulled away, smiling a little as he nuzzled his nose against Seb’s own. “M’kay. When you put it like that…” Lars mumbled as he tugged at the rest of his layers.
Seb felt his breath leave him all at once when he saw Lars in front of him, bare and flushed and so goddamn beautiful that Seb forgot that he was supposed to be doing something besides gawking at his boyfriend. Eventually, he snapped himself out of his spell, unable to hold back a soft huff of laughter when he shuffled to sit between Lars’s thighs. “You really are so incredibly gorgeous, Lars,” Seb whispered, his hands hovering over Lars’s frame before deciding to settle on his shoulders, his palms skimming down his arms. “Your arms drive me so goddamn crazy, babe. I mean, seriously, you’re so much stronger than I am, and it shows.” Seb murmured, squeezing Lars’s biceps appreciatively before moving to his chest. Lars felt his breath hitch, and Seb grinned in victory at the response as he pressed his palms into Lars’s pecs. “I only really get to see these when you don’t wear your shirt…” Seb pointed out, Lars feeling slightly dizzy from the amount of blood rushing to his face. “They’re a little too soft, though… yours are all firm and stuff,” Lars mumbled, only to whimper when Seb swiped his thumbs down and over Lars’s nipples and pressed a soft kiss to Lars’s collarbone.
Lars found it incredibly hard to focus as Seb continued his mission, heaping praise onto him while his hands and mouth trailed over every inch of him. Seb swirling his tongue around Lars’s nipple after deciding his hands weren’t enough, Seb kneading Lars’s ass while murmuring how sometimes he would get turned on from staring at it for too long (a fact Lars decided would stick with him forever), all of it was more than enough to make Lars’s cock pulse against his stomach and his thoughts slightly fuzzy from the haze of arousal. Seb seemed to catch onto Lars’s predicament quickly, grinning as he slid his hands to Lars’s thighs and squeezed. “Can you get settled on your knees, angel? I’ve had a great idea,” Seb mumbled as he fumbled for the nightstand and dug around blindly. Lars raised an eyebrow at the soft plea from Seb, shifting to prop himself on his knees and catching Seb’s triumphant grin out of the corner of his eye. Seb caught Lars watching him and grinned even more, winking at Lars and slicking his hair back. “Not a bad sight, right?” Seb asked teasingly, and he and Lars fell into a small fit of giggles from the overly cheesy line.
Lars was the first to recover from his laughter, smiling as he leaned closer to Seb and tugged at his shirt. “You should take this off, then we’d both be even,” Lars explained, tilting his head in confusion when Seb shook his head and worked at his belt. “Not today… only one who deserves all the attention tonight is you, and just you,” Seb explained, smiling fondly as he saw Lars blush and shrug. Seb positioned himself so he was settled right behind Lars, squeezing his knee. “This is gonna be cold for a second,” Seb warned as he drizzled some of the lube onto Lars's thigh and spread it around slightly. Lars shivered, a small moan escaping when Seb pressed his legs together and let his breath puff over Lars’s ear. “Keep these squeezed together nice and tight for me, Lars… and if you get tired, I’ll help you keep ‘em shut.”
Lars gasped softly when he felt Seb’s cock nudge in between his thighs, feeling him brush ever so slightly against the underside of his own. It wasn’t exactly like when he fucked Lars properly, but Seb couldn’t deny the arousal that pooled low in his abdomen from how similar the tight warmth was around his dick. Seb set a steady pace, his head falling to Lars’s shoulder as he let out a shaky moan. “Holy shit, Lars… you have no idea how great this feels,” Seb panted as he squeezed Lars’s thighs together, grunting at the extra pressure whenever he thrust his hips forward. The praise and attention ended up being more than enough for Lars to be in a similar state as his partner, small whimpers and choked-off moans escaping each time Seb squeezed him or sloppily mouthed at his neck.
Lars attempted multiple times to do more for Seb than press his thighs together, trying to at least even out the attention that was being given, only for Seb to swat him away and grunt how he only wanted to focus on Lars. Something about that assurance only made Lars’s cock weep more against his stomach, a choked whine escaping his throat when he watched it jump, and another bead of precum dribbled down his shaft. Seb’s voice was perfectly in his ear, and he was damn near pornographic with how loud he was. Lars looked up at the ceiling and silently thanked every holy figure he knew for living in the garage, where Seb’s grunts and endless praises were muffled from the outside world. Lars jolted when he felt Seb’s hand on his dick, whining and squirming a bit in place. “Seb, it- s’too much, you’ll make me, I-I’m not gonna-” Lars tried desperately to explain, only to get cut off by Seb kissing the corner of his mouth. “I want you to. I want you to cum, and squeeze your thighs so hard around my dick it makes me dizzy.”
That was more than enough to encourage Lars’s orgasm, a few choked whimpers escaping him before he screwed his eyes shut and moaned Seb’s name at an embarrassingly high pitch. Seb held onto Lars tightly as he chased his orgasm, finally losing his words as his hips stuttered and his release pulsed over Lars’s thighs and the underside of his quickly softening dick. Lars let out a soft protest of overstimulation when Seb moved again, relaxing when Seb kissed his shoulder and gingerly pulled away from his thighs. “Don’t go anywhere… gonna get stuff to clean us up,” Seb whispered, and Lars smiled a bit as he pressed his face into the pillow. “Wasn’t gonna move anyway… too boneless,” Lars mumbled into the fabric, his smile growing when he felt the bed dip and a damp washcloth over his thighs. Seb was always incredibly careful whenever he touched Lars after sex, mindful of his heightened nerves and always letting Lars know where his hands would be next. Seb took a little bit longer than usual cleaning Lars up tonight, mostly because he kept pausing over certain parts of Lars’s body to whisper praises or, if Lars was alright with it, press small kisses to the area. Seb eventually tossed the cloth towards the hamper, only to get up when Lars frowned and grumbled that he missed, and that the laundry belonged in the hamper, not on its side. Seb smiled as he gently pulled the sheets over them both, watching Lars for a moment with an adoring gaze. “You okay with me holding you, angel?” Seb asked quietly, only to feel his heart stutter when Lars turned on his side and wrapped his own arms around Seb’s waist. “Mhm… just gonna let go if it’s too much… or if I overheat…” Lars mumbled, his voice slightly slurred with exhaustion, and Seb just smiled as he placed one hand in Lars’s hair and the other on his hip. And Lars, right as sleep began to overtake him… felt good knowing Seb was around to chase off his insecurities.