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Another boring day on the job. You were assigned to the delightful, not at all menial task of dropping off crates for those lovely expendables. Sebastian never made it easy on you, why would he? It sucked being the only other sentient being in the black site. Besides P.ai.nter of course, but he was mostly useless for these kinds of special deliveries. It took you quite a while, usually anyways. Assess the items, package them, and waltz all the way to the very first door the prisoners would be accessing. You finished early, much to your delight. Excitedly, you’d make your merry way back to Sebastian’s shop at door 50, crawling into the vent. Only this time…
The other side was closed.
You furrowed a brow until you could hear and make out what was happening. Sebastian was pressed against the wall, huffing and whining as he desperately pumped the two throbbing cocks that prodded out from his aching slit. You stared, your lips parted in shock as you watched the man before you. His eyes were shut, his head was back against the wall, his hands working extra, extra hard. He looked down from his haze just to make sure you weren’t there. But of course you were. He gasped and grabbed his jacket, pulling it over himself. “Blue?! When the fuck did you come back? And why are you just watching me, you freak?!” He yelped, watching you slide in. You really didn’t know what to say. An apology? Should you tease him and make fun of him? Nothing comes out. You stand there staring at the jacket that’s covering his poor, needy appendages. He’d snap his fingers a couple times, forcing you out of your daze. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He huffed. Sebastian moved a bit back into his corner, not liking the situation at hand one bit. You could tell he wasn’t even uncomfortable, just utterly embarrassed. “Sebastian,” You finally murmured. He furrowed a brow, pinching the bridge of his.. well, he had his hands somewhere on his face, letting out a sigh. “What, what do you want?” You cleared your throat and hesitantly spoke. “You know I’d never judge you, we’re good friends. Besides, I usually take way longer so I’m sure you just assumed that-“
“Yeah, yeah. It’s fine.” He mumbled, waving a hand dismissively. Your eyes lingered on him. His usually blue cheeks that were dusted pink that made his skin look violet. His sweaty forehead, half-lidded eyes… maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to offer an extra service to him. After all, what are friends for? “I could help you out, you know,” You finally suggested. He sharply turned and looked at you, his gaze steady and confused. “You’re serious?” He spat out, full of disbelief. You just nodded. You wanted to get this show on the road already, for crying out loud. You slithered a bit closer to him and that’s when he lifted you up, wasting no time. You were pulled into the most desperate, most ravenous kiss you’ve ever experienced in your entire life. His kiss was sloppy, tasting like stale cigarettes and chips. Ignoring that, your hand moved to his cheek and held it as you felt yourself moan into his mouth. Your tongues swirled around each other before he finally pulled away, panting. “What do you say you get down there and finish what I started, hm?” Sebastian wasn’t asking. And you knew that. You’d nod yet again, climbing down a bit and moving the dirty brown jacket away. There they were. Before you know it, one entered your mouth as you pumped the other with a slow, steady hand. “Oh, god. Your mouth is so warm, princess,” He groaned out, his head hanging back. You took your time to take it all in: the salty-sweet flavor, the ribbed texture, how much they twitched and throbbed from your touch alone. It felt nice knowing you could do this for him. You were so desperate, so wanting to give him more. Unfortunately, before you could speed up at all, he stopped you. You looked up at him, confused. “What’s wrong?” You ask, clearly concerned. He shook his head, trying to gather his very muddled thoughts. “I need more,” He choked out. You felt your cheeks get hot, nodding. He actually smiled at you, being careful with pulling your minimal clothing off. This was a little strange because compared to anyone else, you felt safe with him. His touch was so much more gentle than any others you’d known. It’s almost as if you were precious to him. His smile widened slightly as he saw you in full. Sebastian would chuckle and gingerly run a finger over you. You let out a soft whine, making him chuckle again. “Sensitive little thing, hm?” He teased. Before you knew it, he had lifted you up like you weighed nothing and began tasting you like you were the first thing he’s eaten in weeks. You couldn’t stop the moans and cries of pleasure that left your mouth, your hands going up to cover it. He gently pushed them away, humming a “mm-mm” in response to that. “I wanna hear you, darling.” He cooed, his tongue going back to work. Sure enough, you’d let out the most whiny sounds you’ve ever made. When was the last time you’ve been handled this well? When was the last time this had even happened? Regardless, those thoughts could definitely wait. His long, warm tongue gently pushed inside of you, tasting you fully. After a moment of indulgence and care, he moved his mouth very much to your dismay. He tilted you to meet your eyes, smiling softly. “Are you ready, precious?” Sebastian asked, his thumbs tracing your tummy a little. You felt the blush on your cheeks worsen as you, surprise, nodded again. But he wouldn’t take that as an answer. “Now, Blue. Use your words, my sweetheart.” This man was going to be the death of you. You let out a shaky breath, blinking a few times to make sure this was real before clearing your throat. “Yes, Sebastian. I’m ready.” That was all he needed to practically ram into you. He stuffed you so full you were surprised you couldn’t taste it. Your eyes shut tight at the sudden impact, but it became all the more delicious when he moved you down to hold you in place against his desk, slowly thrusting into you. “That’s it, there’s my pretty slut,” He whispered, more curses and whines slipping out of his mouth. He noticed your lack of a verbal reply and decided to run with it. “I’m not surprised a whore like you can’t even use her words. Your brain must feel so empty, hm?” He teased again, fake gentleness in his tone. You whined again, the feeling of him inside of you mixed with his words caused your brain to feel so fuzzy. You tried to stifle any loud noises your body needed you to make, but he must have been able to tell. He reached down and squeezed your ass hard, causing you to moan on command. He chuckled and sped up his harsh thrusts at this. "Good girl. See what happens when you behave?" Your brain was practically nonexistent as he moved into you, your breaths irregular and heavy. His were as well, and you couldn't help but feel somewhat connected to him. It was nice. What was even nicer was that you were definitely about to cum. Your moans and whines became louder, and Sebastian was absolutely pleased. "Good slut, good girl. You feel so fucking good, princess," He choked out, moving as fast as he could. "Haah- Sebastian, I'm gonna-" Before you could finish speaking, he cut you off. "Cum for me, cum for me, sweet girl," He practically whimpered, unable to stop himself. Letting out a loud growl, he filled you up as you tightened around him, the pair of you finishing together in utter bliss. He slowed down, eventually just resting inside you as you tried to catch your breath. When you eventually regained your bearings, you felt him gently pull out. He couldn't help but lift you in his arms and hold you like you were going to break if he wasn't careful with you. He ran his fingers through your hair, cuddling you in a warm embrace. "There's my precious girl. My sweet, precious girl," He practically chanted. You were so excited to stay like this for as long as possible...