Between Friends

You woke to a dark room. You realized you were in the bed alone and you sat up. The clock said it had only been about 40 minutes since you had fallen asleep. You could barely hear a TV on through the silence. You turned your head to see the bedroom door was touching the frame, but not closed, a faint glow illuminating around all the edges.

You scooted to the edge of the bed and set your feet on the floor while rubbing an eye with your fist. You stood and went to the door, opening it. You saw the back of Sebastian's head sticking up over the back of the couch. You took a couple steps out onto the carpet, stopped and spoke barely over a whisper, "Sebastian?"

His head whipped around and then he spoke sweetly, his voice low, "Oh, hey, honey." He stood and the both of you headed towards the same end of the couch to meet each other. "Did I wake you?", he held out his hand and when you took it he guided you around the end of the couch and took you in his arms and you rested your cheek against his chest.

"No. Well, maybe. I think I woke up because you weren't there."

His kissed your head, "I'm sorry, baby. You want me to come lay with you until you fall asleep again?"

"No, that's okay. Can I sit with your for a bit?"

"Yeah, of course." He led you by the hand back to where he had been sitting. He plopped down and you sat next to his side with your feet pulled up on the couch, your legs curled up to the other side of you. He grabbed the throw blanket he had been using and put it over your legs, then put his arm around your shoulders and kissed your temple.

You looked at him, curiously, "Why are you up? Are you okay?"

He reached for the remote next to him, muted the TV, set it down and returned his attention to you. He pressed his lips together, "It's hard to sleep in the same bed with you now."

Your brows furrowed in confusion.

He sighed and continued, "We keep getting closer and closer to that next edge, you know-- And well," he sighed again, "I want you so badly now that I can't even sleep laying next to you." His gaze went sideways to the coffee table in front of the couch, but his head didn't move.

You thought for a beat, your eyes watching his face. He looked to be in conflicted thought. He looked like he couldn't decide what to do... So you decided to give him a push.

"You can have me, you know." You shifted up onto your knees and he looked up at you. "We don't have to wait...", you swung a bent knee to the other side of his legs and his hands instinctively went to your hips as you stratled him, sitting down gently and putting your hands flat on his chest and smirking.

He tilted his head back, resting it against the back of the couch, took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to compose himself, "Oh my God, you're sitting on me."

You chuckled, "I've sat on your lap plenty of times, Seb."

He lifted his head, opened his eyes and licked his lips. His eyes were intense, "Never like this." He was having a hard time pushing down the urge he was having. His grip on your hips tightened gently and he rocked them against himself, ever so slightly. Your mouth opened just enough to let out a heavy sigh and your head fell back a little while you both closed your eyes and he let out a barely audible grunt. You could feel him start to harden against you through the light fabrics between the both of you. It lit a fire inside you.

You leaned forward, your lips going to his neck while your hand gripped his shoulder, the other holding the back of his neck. You gave his skin a torturously slow and soft kiss, using your tongue and punctuating it with a gentle bite. His breath caught and you spoke barely above a whisper against his ear, "I want you, Sebastian." You paused right where you were, breathing against his ear, not wanting anything to distract you from his reponse. He was completely hard by the end of your statement.

He groaned, his voice gravelly, "Jesus. Say it again, baby. Please."

You drew out your words slowly this time, accentuating the word 'want' with a little whine and a slow roll of your hips against his length.

He growled, his hands gripping your arms and he pushed you back just enough for him to sit up straight. His hands where then on either side of your face as his lips crashed into yours and he kissed you urgently. His arms wrapped around your arms and back as he scooted to the edge of the cushion. He grabbed your ass and stood. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You squeaked and giggled as he bounced you up a bit higher into a better position, one arm returning to around your back as he headed for his bedroom.

He kissed you again as he walked. He was smiling against your mouth as he spoke, his voice rough, "Well, then you'll have me."

You threw your head back, "Yay!"

You both laughed as he kneeled on his bed, still holding you and moving to where he could lay you down with your head on the pillows. The glow from the TV outside the open door illuminated the room just enough to barely see each other, even though the light wasn't directly on the bed at all.

He rested his hips between your legs and you could feel his hardness pressing against you again. Your hands and arms were now spread across his broad shoulders and upper back. He kissed you slowly, softly and passionately as he stroked your hair away from your face. He then gave your neck the same attention. You were breathing deeply, your heart beating faster as you hummed at the feel of his lips on your skin. You could already tell he was going to get you worked up painfully slowly, just like the first time he kissed you. And you were soooo looking forward to it.

You shivered because your legs were a little cold. He noticed and reached over to grab the blanket as his lips left you and he looked at you, "You cold, baby?" He pulled the blanket over the both of you.

"Yes. Thank you."

"Fucking air conditioning.", he went back to work on your neck, "But you'll be grateful for it later.", he grazed your neck with his teeth in a slow biting motion.

You whimpered, then whispered, "Oh."

"You don't have to be quiet, doll. I love those little noises, but don't hold back either."

"Okay.", you whispered.

He lifted the weight of his hips from you and got on his knees. With one hand on the bed near your side, he started to lift the bottom edge of your shirt by splaying his hand on your thigh and moving upwards his thumb over the shirt hem. He growled, "God damn, I can't wait to have these amazing legs wrapped around me."

You sighed as butterflies burst in your stomach and you felt yourself get even wetter at the thought of him inside you. You could only hum in response.

He continued to push the shirt up until it reached your ribs. He placed his hands on either side of you there and stroked his thumbs over your skin. He brushed his lips on you lightly between them. Your breath hitched and you hummed.

Your hand pushed into his hair, the other gripped his bicep near you. You could feel his hot breath, fallen strands of his hair tickling you and then his lips paired with his soft tongue, trailing kisses downward, teasingly. Your core was tightening with anticipation as he descended slowly. When his lips reached the top of your panties, you bit your lip and whispered, "Oh my God, Seb." His hands were on your hips now, his thumbs massaging the dips just inside your hip bones as he hummed against you. He was lost in how soft you were and the scent of you; a combination of your skin, your arousal, and what had rubbed off from his shirt. 'Mine.', he thought as he glanced up at you, grinning devilishly. He then took the top hem of your underwear in his teeth, grazing your skin as he did. He pulled upward and then opened his mouth slightly to let it snap back down against your skin.

You gasped and instinctively grasped his arm.

He dragged his lips back up your body and you whined.

He chuckled, "What's wrong, baby?"

"I thought you were gonna to keep going."

He was over you again, "Patience, doll."

"I knew you were going to torture me.", you said and you both laughed softly.

"Of course. But I don't consider it torture; it's just one way to take care of you, to make sure you get the best version of what you need." He kissed your lips, his tongue embracing and teasing yours tenderly. He pulled back slightly and gazed at you, his eyes traveling over all the features of you face. "Before I first kissed you, I said I wanted to ask you something. And now, before this, I want to tell you something." He placed his hand against your jaw and stroked your cheek with his thumb. His eyes met yours, burning.

His jaw clenched and his voice was low, "I love you, (Y/N)."

Your heart felt like it might explode as you took a deep breath in, which caught twice as you did and then you breathed out, "I love you too, Sebastian."

He let out a desperate breath as his mouth went to yours quickly. He pressed his hips against you hard and you moaned. His lips left yours and he sat back on his feet as he pulled you up to sit and lifted the shirt up over your head and tossed it to the floor. He was moving more quickly than you had expected. You laid down again and he hunched over you, his arms behind your back and he planted kisses across your collarbone. Your hand found his hair again, the other on his shoulder. He dragged his tongue down between your breasts and you hummed. His mouth settled on one of your erect nubs and his tongue circled it gently, causing a drawn out moan and a hip roll from you, then he sucked as he released it.

His lips worked their way down again, a bit more quickly this time, his breath ragged. When he reached your underwear, he licked your skin with the tip of his tongue along the length of the waistband. You quivered, "Oh, Jesus."

You weren't cold anymore, which was good because the blanket went down with him near the foot of the bed.

He chuckled mischievously, kneeled, grabbed the sides of your panties and dragged them down. You lifted your legs straight up and he finished removing them. They joined the shirt on the floor. You put your feet flat on the bed, legs parted slightly. His hands met your knees and pushed them apart gently as they slid down your inner thighs. He licked his lips and looked at you lustfully, "I can't wait to taste you, baby."

You whimpered and turned your head slightly, your eyes meeting his.

He lowered himself down and positioned your legs over his shoulders. He was so close to you that you could feel his breath against you. You were panting in anticipation when the tip of his tongue finally touched you, gliding up your soaking slit to that bundle of nerves at the top were he planted a soft, open mouth kiss, swiping his flat tongue over it softly and you let out a quiet yelp.

He lifted his head, bit his lip and hummed, "Mmmm, you taste so sweet, doll." He swept his fingertips up and down against your crevice, "And so fucking wet.", he punctuated that with slipping two long fingers into you easily and you whimpered loudly. He growled, his fingers resting still inside you as he circled his thumb over your clit with the perfect pressure.

You were breathing heavily and and moaning, "Oh, God."

He started to push his fingers in and out of you and his mouth was over your clit again, the pressure of his tongue was so light, focusing on the very tip. He was hardly moving, but he had found a particularly sensitive and responsive spot.

You held your breath for a beat and panted out, "Oh! Oh my God, right there, baby." He hummed against you and wrapped his free arm around your thigh, squeezing it. He stilled his fingers inside you and focused his tongue on you. Heat traveled down your legs and then your feet felt like they were on fire; an experience you'd never had before. You tried so hard to stay still, but your back started to arch slowly. Your hand was gripping his hair tightly, the other had a fistful of pillow near your head.

Your moans were coming faster now and more loudly as you felt a coiling low in your belly. You could feel it coming quickly, your upper body turning slightly; now this was torture. "Holy shit...", you breathed out and suddenly you broke, crying out loudly.

He stilled his tongue, pressing it firmly against your nerves while they pulsed; a pulsing he also felt around his fingers inside you. You were sobbing and trying to writhe, but he held your hips tightly against him and the bed. Once you started to come down, he licked you slowly with a flat tongue from bottom to top again to savor your release.

You jerked and squeaked when he reached the spot that was now extremely sensitive. You were shaking and panting hard, "Oh. My. God."

He straightened while kneeling, a hand still on your leg as he started to push down his pants and boxer briefs while he licked his lips, "Mmm, thank you, doll."

You chuckled, "Why do you keep thanking me when you're the one making me feel amazing?" Your face got serious as you watched him work off his bottoms and caught a glimpse of his impressive erection in the dim light. You bit your lip as he spoke.

"Because you aren't the only one who benefits.", he quickly wiped your wetness from the stubble on his chin with his pants and threw them on the floor. He positioned himself over you and kissed you softly. You could taste yourself in his mouth and it turned you on more. You reached down and rubbed your palm against the underside of his length. He broke the kiss and sighed, letting his head drop and hang down. You gripped him gently and rubbed the tip with your thumb, spreading the wetness that had seeped out.

He lifted his head to look at you just as you put that same thumb in your mouth and sucked it seductively to taste him. His brows furrowed and he sucked in a quiet breath through clenched teeth. God, thank was fucking sexy.

He leaned over you, supporting himself on his elbows, his hand around your back. He kissed your temple lovingly and then rested his forehead against it. Your hands were splayed gently on either side of his neck. He was breathing deeply as he rubbed the head of his cock against your entrance, so wet from what he just did to you. He pushed into you slowly, but easily. He squeezed his eyes shut as he groaned deeply and you gasped at him filling you steadily.

Once he was completely rooted in you, he paused and whispered against your cheek, "Jesus Christ, you're so fucking tight."

You hummed and moved your hips beneath him, silently begging him to move. He answered you by pulling back so slowly, almost all the way out before pushing back in. You were breathing his name in his ear, which urged him on, his speed increasing. While still supporting himself over you, he reached back and wrapped each of your legs around his waist.

His lips met yours and kissed your hungrily as each of his thrusts came quicker and with more force. You began mewling and moaning loudly, gripping his shoulders and occasionally biting one of them or his neck.

He buried his face against your neck, panting as he now shoved in and out of you relentlessly, each slam of his hips forcing the breath from you slightly. You sobbed against his shoulder as you felt yourself swelling around him tightly. You were surprised when, without warning, you found yourself hurtling over the edge again. Your crying out was nearly a scream and you were shaking against his body and squeezing him even tighter inside you.

He growled deeply against your neck, "Fuck, baby." He gripped the back of one of your thighs, pushing your bent knee up near your side and pounded even harder. You were whimpering loudly as you were still riding out your own orgasm. With one final thrust and a low, drawn out groan, he spilled into you, trying desperately to be even deeper inside you.

He stayed there for a moment kissing your temple and cheek repeatedly while tickling your side lightly with his fingertips. He finally lifted his head, still panting slightly, "Holy shit."

You chuckled, "Agreed."

He licked his lips, biting the lower one before he kissed your lips softly, "I love you, baby."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled, "I love you too, honey." You gave him a kiss in return.

He lifted himself off you and crawled backwards to the foot of the bed while peppering kisses down one side of your body from shoulder to ankle. You smiled lovingly at him as he did. He stood, smoothed his hair back with a hand and rounded the corner of the bed on his way to get a towel as you said, "Hurry back, lover."

His face scrunched up in happiness and he couldn't help but lean over you and hum while he gave you another kiss, "I like that." Then he left the room.

When he returned, he had turned off the TV in the family room. In the faint green light of his alarm clock, he found you and wiped between your legs gently, then wiped himself and tossed the towel in his hamper.

He laid down on his side and pulled you against him and pulled the covers over the two of you and kissed your head.

After a moment you spoke, "I've never had an orgasm like that before."

"Oh? Whaddaya mean?", he inquired as he held you in his arms.

"Well, both of them actually.", you laughed. "The first one had totally different, and much more intense, sensations from anything I've felt before and you did so little to make it happen so quickly. The second one, well... I've never had one from just fucking."

He laughed, "You're getting a filthy mouth, darling. And way to stroke my ego, telling me that."

"You're one to talk.", you poked his side.

He jerked and laughed, "Hey!"

"I just thought you should know that you're one of a kind to me and I'm glad that you're mine. You know exactly how to please me like no one else has... And on the first try... With everything. It feels like you were meant just for me. You're pretty amazing, Stan.", you scrunched your nose at him.

He kissed your nose, "Thank you, doll. I'd like to think we were made for each other and you're pretty fucking incredible yourself."

"And you wonder where I'm getting my filthy mouth from?"

He smirked, "Oh, I don't wonder. I know exactly where you're getting it from." He lifted your chin and gave you a soft kiss, "Goodnight, baby."

You laid your head back on his chest, "Goodnight... Lover."

He smiled against your head and you both drifted off.