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The same couch that he wakes up on the next morning, his body draped over Sabians, both of them shirtless. Lochie does his best to stand up without waking sabian. His mind is foggy, trying to put together the pieces of last night. The confession, the kiss, the hands in the waistband, the bite marks. He stares down at sabian, leaning down and planting a kiss on his forehead, realizing how dizzy he is once he stands up again.
“Motherfucker.” he whispers to himself, both in an effort to keep the other man asleep, and to ease his own hangover. He plants himself on the floor in front of the couch, leaning his head back, right next to Sabian's. He takes a slow, deep breath and closes his eyes.
He lifts his head, hearing groaning from behind him. He turns just in time to see Sabian shimmy out of his jeans, throw them on the ground, and sigh with relief. He really tries his best not to look, but it’s hard to ignore when it’s all you’ve been thinking about since you woke up, even if that wasn’t very long ago. Sabian's bright blue boxers don’t have much room for imagination either.
“Can you toss me my shirt?” Sabian asks, shielding his eyes from the light coming in through the window. Lochie shakes his head, breaking out of his daydream and taking a second to process what he was asked. He looks around, sees what he thinks is Sabain's shirt, and gives it to him. Sabian examines the shirt, smiling to himself before putting on Lochie's shirt.
“I should probably make us something.” lochie stands, trying his best to look at Sabain and take in all of the details of what's in front of him, without staring enough to make it awkward. He does stare, longer than he reasonably should. Sabian knows that, and he enjoys it, tries to make small movements to keep lochies attention for a second too long. Stretching so the shirt rides up, tilting his head so his hair falls over his face, putting his arm on the back of the couch as lochie walks by, grazing his fingers across the man's back.
Once he’s in the kitchen, lochie takes a moment to try and compose himself, try not to start the day as a muttering mess, melting in Sabain's hands, as much as he would love to. As soon as he thinks he’s gotten himself under control, tattooed arms wrap around his waist and long white hair rubs against the nape of his neck as Sabian plants small kisses on his shoulders.
“If you’re going to cook us breakfast you should put on a shirt.” he says, draping a shirt around lochies shoulders. He sighs, taking the shirt from his shoulders and turning around.
“Really?” he smiles, holding the shirt in front of him. “You wear mine, I wear yours?” Sabian nods. Lochie sighs and puts on the shirt before starting to bring a pan down to start making food. Once again, Sabian wraps his arms around Lochie's waist, under his shirt, and leans against his back.
As he cracks eggs into the pan, it takes all of his energy to focus on the task in front of him, instead of the man clinging to his back, whose hands are now slid under the waistband of his shorts, resting over his hips. He knows that Sabians doing it on purpose too, he can feel the smirk everytime he leaves a kiss on his neck.
Sabian isn’t even paying attention to what lochie is doing, he’s content just toying with him, watching the way he moves his head side to side with every little kiss, the way he shifts his weight when Sabian moves his hands, the way he moves when the grip on his hips tightens.
“Can you get me plates?”
“You don’t know where they are?”
“I do, I just want you to get them so I can bring this somewhere else” lochie says, picking up the hot pan with still sizzling eggs. Sabian sighs and takes his hands out of their resting place, getting plates for both of them and setting them on the counter. Lochie plates the food, puts the pan in the sink, and pulls Sabian into a hug.
He puts his arms over Sabian's shoulders and waits until Sabian's hands find their way to his hips again before he leans in for another kiss. He’s quick to tighten his grip, to unintentionally dig his nails into Lochie's side and back. Lochie isn’t complaining, after all, he’d dreamt about this exact scenario so many times that it almost felt natural to pull him closer, to let his nails dig in.
He pulls away from the kiss just long enough for Sabian’s grip to loosen so that he can sneak his arms around the man's waist and lift him. He knew Sabian would be light, he’d carried him before, but he didn’t expect legs to wrap around his torso, and arms to wrap around his shoulders, and for laughter to float in the air around him.
“Alright, lets go pretty boy.” he says, starting to walk down the hall to sabians bedroom.
“Pretty boy?” Sabian asks, laughing, leaning back just enough to see Lochie's face.
“Who did you think was pretty boy?”
“I’m pretty boy?”
“You’ve always been pretty boy.”
“What about breakfast?”
“It can wait.”
With that, lochie puts Sabain on his bed, leaning over him with legs still wrapped around him. With one hand holding up his weight, the other is free to wander, and creeps up Sabian's shirt to grip his side. As soon as their lips touch lochie knows he’s fucked, as if that wasn’t clear before. He’s desperate, he knows that, and he knows that Sabian knows that, and that he enjoys it. The way Sabian's fingers lace into his curls is what really undoes everything. With one light pull, lochie is whimpering and leaning into every movement with a smile.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“You have to get up first.” Sabian tells him, letting go of his hair. Lochie immediately stands up, and Sabian stands behind him, putting one hand on his hip, pulling his shorts off, while the other pushes his chin up and gently curls around his neck. “Is this what you wanted?” Sabian asks. Lochie tries to nod, but Sabian holds his chin in place. “Use your words.”
“Yes. Yes, please.”
Sabians hand sneaks under lochies boxers, gently wrapping around his dick, and starting to move slowly up and down. Lochie leans back, putting his head on Sabian's shoulder, feeling his neck peppered in light, gentle kisses as the soft, slow hand movements melt him. He can’t help but lean into Sabian with his whole body weight, he’s drawn to him, like an unstoppable force.
Sabian starts to move his hand faster, letting his other hand gently curl around Lochie's neck and chin, pulling it to the side, exposing as much of the man's neck as he can reach. Once Lochie's heavy breathing turns into soft, small, almost inaudible sounds, he sinks his teeth in and bites, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave the imprint of his teeth, and a light bruise.
“Sit.” lochie does as he’s told, sitting on the edge of the bed while Sabain stands over him, looking down at him with flushed cheeks and a smile. He leans down and plants a small, gentle kiss on Lochie's cheek.
“I've never,” lochie starts, hesitating to tell Sabian, to look inexperienced in front of him. “I’ve never done this before.” he says, looking down at his hands placed in his lap.
“We can go slow” Sabian tells him in a soft, low voice, lifting his chin. “Just tell me what you want.” lochie's hands wrap around his waist and pull him back onto the bed, hovering over him, with Lochie's lips between his teeth. In that moment, all Sabian wanted to do was pamper lochie, to make him feel as perfect as he was.
It doesn’t take long for both of their boxers to come off, and for Sabian to slowly lift Lochie's shirt to trail kisses all up and down his stomach, taking extra time to leave bite marks around the tattoo over his womb. Without even having really done anything, lochie is fighting back small, soft, little moans with every kiss, and his hands are both in Sabian's hair.
With one hand on lochies waist and the other around his dick, sabain takes his time trying to coax sounds out of lochie. Trailing kisses and bites wherever he can, never getting close enough for lochie to bite him back, but just within reach of his nails, dug into his back and leaving red streaks across his skin.
Sabian pushes Lochie's legs up to his shoulders, leaning over him and pushing against him, just enough to tease him. “Can i fuck you?” he asks, light dragging his nails down the back of lochies thigh.
“Please” lochie’s voice sounds desperate, almost exhausted already, and they’ve barely started. That’s perfectly fine to sabian, all lochie has to do is lay there and look pretty while he gets fucked.
Sabian opens a drawer in his nightstand, taking out a small bottle. He coats his fingers and slips just one into lochie. His eyes roll back, lips curling in to try and at least look composed, as much as he’s a complete mess around just one finger.
As Sabian slips in a second finger, his back arches as soft moans slip through his lips. “You like that?” Sabian asks. Lochie nods, not daring to try and speak, he already knows he won’t be able to. “Good.” his hand gently moves in a swirling motion, and he feels lochies nails start to press into the back of his shoulders.
When Sabian removes his fingers, Lochie's breath is heavy and deep. “You did so well with my fingers, sweetheart.” Lochie melts under Sabian's praise. “Let's try the real thing now, hm?” He coats himself with the lube and puts the bottle off to the side. “I’ll be gentle.” he says, kissing the tattoo over Lochie’s diaphragm, wanting to bite and bruise but not wanting to cover the text. He really was heaven sent, directly to where he needed to be.
As Sabian lines himself up and starts to press into lochie, the man's back arches and his eyes squeeze shut, unable to keep himself quiet or contain the loud, deep moan that he had been holding back. The small twinge of pain was quickly drowned out by a wave of pleasure as Sabian slowly pushed himself in deeper. “You’ll take it, I know you can.”
“There you go, you can take it, sweetheart.” Sabian says softly, putting his hand over lochies and lacing their fingers together. He peppers lochies face and neck in soft gentle kisses as he continues to slowly guide himself in. with every inch inside of him, lochies eyes go glossy with tears, this new feeling is so blissfully overstimulating to him. With every sort praise from sabian he could feel himself turning to mush in sabians control, and melting as he wrapped around him.
Once he was fully inside of lochie, he gently wiped the tears that were rolling down his cheeks. “Good boy, I knew you could do it.” Sabian whispers in Lochie's ear. He trailed kisses down his neck, biting into it and leaving a very visible dark purple mark. Lochie tries to talk, to tell him off for leaving a mark so high up and so visible, but the only word he can choke out is
“Please”
“Please what?”
Sabian's question is only met with wide-mouthed moans as he starts to slowly move his hips, in and out, as Lochie's head tilts back. He smiles, once again wrapping his hand around lochies dick and moving it slowly and gently, up and down. He could stay like this forever, deep inside of lochie, hand tangled in his curls, other hand around his dick, and nails dug into his lower back.
It doesn’t take long until lochie starts to get close, and sabian can feel him tensing around his dick. Sabian slows down his thrusts, long and drawn out, so he can enjoy the feeling, and speeds up his hands.
“Im so fucking close”
“You can cum wherever you want sweetheart”
As soon as he starts, Sabian buries himself as deep inside of him as he can, watching lochie pointlessly cover his mouth and squirm under him, feeling every bit of ecstasy that was given to him with wide-mouthed, gasping moans.
Sabian pulls out, running his tongue over Lochie's stomach to get a taste of him, of how sweet he is. His hand lightly brushes the side of sabians face, pulling his attention up towards lochie, who’s cheeks are flushed and wet with sweat and tears, and who’s completely fucked out. “Thank you.” he whispers. He couldn’t have imagined his first time with anyone else, let alone for it to feel so perfect.
“Lets get you cleaned up.” sabian says, using a small towel to clean up the mess that he’s made. “I’ll draw you up a bath” he says, wiping lochies cheeks and leaning over to kiss him. Lochie puts both hands in sabians hair and hold him there, in that kiss, for what feels like forever, but still isn’t long enough when they both pull away.