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“Relax, baby”
You say huskily, slowly stroking down his arm with your right hand as you shift a little. You feel his stiff thighs under your body, still rigid from suddenly being pushed down on the edge of the bed, and having felt you promptly situate yourself on his lap.
He calls out your name, looking for any sort of explanation to the sudden shift in moods, yet finding none.
Not too long ago, you had been in the Diasomnia common room, celebrating his birthday with all his friends present. Even waka-sama seemed quite pleased that evening, with everyone eating cake and chatting.
And you! You - his beautiful partner - had acted all normal, all innocent, despite what you had apparently been planning to do to him later that night.
Sebek’s fingers dig into the mattress at the thought, at the feeling of your body on his, legs spread to accommodate his torso between them. The moonlight streaming in through the cracks of his drawn-up curtains hit his flexing hands in such a way that it accentuates his veins in an incredibly sexy way.
Your hand, which was stroking down his arm, has arrived at his hand to hold it. He looks so handsome - his eyes a little wide, mouth slightly agape so his canines peak out, and already nursing a blush that runs hot at the base of his neck up to the tips of his ears.
You wanna lick and bite at his skin.
Finding an opportunity in his defenseless and bashful state, you move in to lock his lips into yours. Your tongue moves past his lips to taste some of the sweetness of his birthday cake.
“Mmmh-!”
How you love his voice when he whines. As he settles into the realization of his current situation, he gradually relaxes into moving his left hand to your hips and placing it there. You smile into the kiss.
“Good boy”
In reaction to your praise, another whimper emanates from his throat, vibrating deeply through his chest. His brows knit together in frustration- you don’t need to see his face to see just how frustrated he has become.
You can feel it through the way he’s started to grip your body, kneading his fingers into your soft flesh, just underneath the hem of your shirt, his fingers careful not to move further than that for now. The desperation in how he’s started to kiss you, wanting to swallow your face and taste your saliva on his tongue. Or maybe you also feel it by the poking sensation you feel in your inner thigh.
You suddenly feel the need to shift into a more ‘comfortable’ seating position.
While moving against his lap, your thigh grazes the now fully formed bulge that has been steadily growing underneath you while the two of you make out. The contact sends Sebek into recoil, gasping for air.
Once more, he calls out your name.
And again. The usually pompous tone in his voice has been dropped for something deeper and breathier. Something you only hear when he’s with you. It feels incredibly validating, as you two stare into each other’s eyes. His hands are always on you, touching you somewhere, squeezing your flesh somehow, needing to feel and hold you in some way.
Because he knows you’re his, and he alone gets to have you like this.
“Sebek”
“My Love”
You lean back in to place one kiss after another on his jaw, working your way across it, gradually working your way down to his neck. As you pepper the birthday boy’s body in kisses, you slowly give your hips a daring first roll. This time, with his mouth not occupied with kissing you, you earn a deep, pornographic moan. With his hands gripping into your waist, he aids you in grinding your bodies to each other. Your own hands find themselves looking for something to hold- his broad, built chest or his rock-hard arms.
He rocks his own hips into yours, matching your pace and just enjoying the sensation.
At some point, you stop sucking marks into his neck and just find yourself staring at his face, his eyes, which still seem a little self-conscious from time to time, and also his kissable lips. Soft moans fill up his side of the room, not a worry going through any of your heads. You have no idea how long you’ve been grinding and holding onto each other, but time isn’t any of your concern at the moment.
Your only mission right now is to hear the hitching of Sebek’s breath, his deep, low groans of pleasure, and the feel of his hands roaming your body.
To make the birthday boy cum in his pants.
Once the two of you seem to have grown irritated at the slow, passionate grinding, the pace naturally quickens in search of release. He’ll use his strength to raise your body up ever so often, either to then promptly slam you back down into him, as if you were riding him, or to thrust up into you sharply. Either way, the motions do something primal to your brain, and you need more. The low groans have turned to the occasional full-on moan, your breaths now having picked up in pace as well. You wrap your arms around his neck to minimize the distance, needing his chest against yours.
A little more until he reaches his climax. You can tell from how hard he’s chasing the high now. His hips now violently snap against yours, and his moans have turned into a mix of many whines.
With one last hard thrust up into your body and a final tight squeeze around your upper body, he finally releases into the slack of his pants. Following a brief few seconds of silence and quiet gasps from you, he lets out one last worn-out moan of relief. You feel tired, and you reckon so does he from the way his body slowly relaxes into a softer state, still holding onto you.
“Thank you, darling”
He muffles out from where his face is resting against your shoulder.Gently, you stroke his back, a soft smile gracing your lips.
“Of course, baby. Happy birthday, Sebek”