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For a while there, Sam genuinely wasn't certain they were going to make it back to the hotel, what with how the rest of the night had gone.
Sebastian's hand clutched possessively around his arm as they rode the crowd crush during the show.
Sebastian's front pressed to his back as he navigated them out of venue and onto the dark street after.
Sebastian's tug on the edge of his jacket, pulling them off the main street and around the side of the building where the streetlight was broken and the wall was made for Sam to press Sebastian's back onto.
By the time they stumbled into the too-bright lobby of the too-nice hotel, flushed and messy from more than the show, Sam was damn near out of his mind with how fucking hard he was, how fucking good Sebastian looked, how much he needed him right now.
The elevator took forever to get to them on the ground level, but somehow made it up to their floor in record time. Though, holding Sebastian against the wall and tugging his lip between his teeth was certainly one way to make the time past quick. The door dinged as it opened, the call going unanswered as Sebastian let out a breathy moan, swallowed down immediately but chased by another as Sam pressed forward for more, more, more…
The ding of the door beginning to close again, getting ready to leave their floor entirely, shook Sam out of his hazy stupor.
"Fuck," he laughed, throwing a hand out between the closing doors. They dinged in protest, but reopened nonetheless.
It was no better once they were in the empty hallway. Asking Sam to remember their room number was about on par with asking him to do multi-variable integral calculus: as in, something he couldn't even do while not drunk off of Sebastian. To ask him to do it with Sebastian's lips all but sewn to the side of his neck and hands deftly undoing his belt would just be cruel.
Thankfully, Sebastian seemed to have his wits about him more than Sam, at least for the moment. They ended up against a door, Sebastian crowding into the space between Sam's knees: more than breathless, Sam was almost ready to push Sebastian back and get off of the random hotel room door. But before he could, Sebastian himself pulled back half an inch, producing a key from his pocket. He slotted it into the waiting lock, and the door behind Sam clicked.
"Thank Yoba," Sam muttered. Back still against the door, he pushed on the handle, and they tumbled into the pitch black room.
Sam didn't bother with silly things like lights or locking the door or… really anything that wasn't getting his hands back on Sebastian in the safety of somewhere-not-in-public. He slipped his hands beneath Sebastian's shirt to grab his waist, pulling him back flush against Sam's chest, their lips colliding once more. Sebastian leaned into it, sighed into it, and returned to his own ministrations of wrestling with the button and zipper on Sam's pants.
"Been wanting this all fucking day," Sebastian mumbled into his mouth. "I swear to Yoba, I didn't hear a single fucking song."
Sam's laugh became a ragged moan when Sebastian's hands finally succeeded, slipping under his waistband and wrapping his hand around Sam. It was all he could do to hold on when Sebastian shoved the fabric down to get Sam's cock fully free, long strokes unhurried despite the frantic way they were kissing.
Cursing under his breath, Sam fumbled at Sebastian's belt, fingers clumsy and missing their mark as Sebastian's thumb swiped over the head of his cock, through the bead of precum gathered there, then again and again. Sam leaned their foreheads together, mouth dropping open in a groan as his breath punched out of him.
Every touch was like an electric shock, sparking and shooting through him, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. It was overwhelming in exactly the right ways: all encompassing, leeching straight through to his bones. Except, no, Sam was all but certain that he didn't have bones at all, leaning heavily against Sebastian to keep himself upright as he finally, finally, got the buckles and buttons undone. Hands between their hips on each other, matching stroke for stroke, Sam was certain that this was as close to Yoba as one could possibly get.
But they had a whole hotel room, Sam slowly remembered. It would be a shame not to use it.
So he reattached his hands to Sebastian's hips and started pushing, leading them further into the room, until he'd backed Sebastian up to the edge of the bed. When Sebastian tumbled back, he pulled Sam down with him. They were both restricted by their collective half-undressed state: Sam's pants were still only down to his mid-thighs. Against every nerve ending screaming for Sebastian, Sam pressed a quick kiss against Sebastian's jaw and pulled back, backing up to his knees. He wrestled his own pants off, catching them on the shoes he hadn't managed to get rid of yet. He left them all in a pile at the foot of the bed — pants, underwear, shoes, socks, everything — and turned to do the same to Sebastian, who'd gotten one boot off himself.
Sam sunk to his knees at the foot of the bed to tug off Sebastian's other boot, grinning up at the hazy expression on his face. He was eye level with Sebastian's cock now, and it was almost instinctual to lean his head forward and captured the tip with his lips, swirling his tongue around the head. Sebastian's hand found his hair immediately, tugging on the roots in a way that only sent a thrill though Sam, straight to his own forgotten cock.
"So good, Sammy," Sebastian sighed. His head was leaned back, eyes slipped half-closed when Sam looked up through his lashes. He worked to take him deeper, more of Sebastian's cock on his tongue, bobbing his head in earnest now.
Sam could drown in the noises Sebastian was making, he was sure of it. Throaty groans, half whines, and Sam's name: endlessly Sam's name. Every single one made Sam glow with satisfaction, with the pleasure that he could bring Sebastian pleasure.
Before long, Sebastian was moving his hips, thrusting up into Sam's mouth, despite how he was still restricted by the pants around his thighs. Sam worked to relax his jaw, willing the tears in his eyes back. The sounds were obscene, the spit dripping from the corners of his mouth.
"So fucking pretty like this," Sebastian panted, "Fuck, fuuuck, ah, Sammy you've gotta- you've gotta stop, I'm gonna-"
Sam would've said something along the lines of how it wasn't even him moving at this point if his mouth wasn't so full, how it was Sebastian's hand in his hair guiding him, Sebastian's hips thrusting up on their own accord: Sam couldn't stop if he wanted to. But either way, Sebastian pulled him by his roots up and off him with a wet pop, breathing hard. A line of spit connected from Sam's lips to the head of Sebastian's cock, broken only when Sebastian dragged him up the rest of the way, up off his knees and crashing back into Sebastian's mouth, all tongue and sloppy kisses.
"Fucking amazing," Sebastian whispered. "Yoba, you're so… how did I get this fucking lucky?"
Sam's face burned hot. The praise was rapidly reducing his brains to mush. He'd go wherever Sebastian pulled him at this point: a dog on a leash, just happy to be there.
Sam couldn't form the words he wanted to, not with every part of him aching for Sebastian, Sebastian, Sebastian, more, more, more. He was half seated in Sebastian's lap, their dicks just barely brushing. Sam bit back a groan at every slide of Sebastian's spit slick tip against his: stars exploded at the edges of his vision when Sebastian took him in his hand again, squeezing jus this side of too tight.
"Want you," Sam said through a shaky moan, arching up into the touch. "Fuck, please, Seb."
Sebastian's smile was wicked. He pushed Sam off with no fanfare, finally ridding himself of his jeans, then his shirt and jacket in one go. He scooted up the bed until he was laid against the pillows, knees wide.
Sam's mouth was dry. The handful of times they'd had enough stolen moments to actually have sex, it had still been rushed, frantic, hurried. Half undressed, touching over clothes, always with an ear out for someone coming.
But now, they had nothing but time.
There was nothing stopping Sam from taking the time to drink him in, from letting his eyes rove over each and every exposed inch of skin, flushing darker red as he looked. And Sebastian let him look, biting his lip and letting his hands creep down, ghosting over the pale expanse of his stomach, taking himself into his hands, stroking idly as Sam watched, mouth open.
Sam was supposed to be the talkative one. He was supposed to be the one who always had something to say, some comment to make, the one who couldn't seem to shut his mouth. Well, his mouth was open now, but he had absolutely no words to speak. Struck dumb, drooling, aching harder than he ever had in his entire life: teenage horniness phase included.
"You gonna come up here and fuck me, or do I have to do that myself?" Sebastian breathed, tilting his head.
Sam grinned, the goading just enough to break him out of his stupor. "I wouldn't mind seeing that."
Sebastian arched a single eyebrow, eyes dancing. "That can be arranged." He jerked his chin over to the bags they'd abandoned in the corner before the show. "Outside pocket."
"For easy access, eh?" Sam joked, grabbing the bottle of lube and tossing it back to the bed. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you planned this."
He took the brief moment to get his shirt off, leaving them both down to nothing. Sebastian clicked the small bedside lamp on as he sat back at the end of the bed, one leg stretched out to connect with Sebastian's foot.
"Me? Plan something so debauched? As if," Sebastian said dryly.
He popped the bottle open and slicked up a finger, wasting no time before leaning further back into the pillows, angling his hips up a bit more, and beginning to tease the tight hole. He sighed, shifting his legs open a bit wider and pressing the one finger in, working it slowly.
Sam's eyes were glued to it, glued to him. He leaned forward, mesmerized, one hand creeping towards his leg, but Sebastian's foot braced itself on his chest, stopping him in his tracks.
"Nuh uh," he said, clicking his tongue. "You said I had to do it myself, so you don't get to touch."
Heart pounding, Sam leaned back on his hands. He swallowed hard, biting his lip and nodding.
"Good boy."
Oh.
It was something that had come up before — not in idle conversation, of course, but in those stolen moments. But they'd never acted on it, never tested it out in the actual heat of it all. It makes me hard getting compliments from you, Sam had said. Praise kink, Sebastian had called it.
Whatever it was or wasn't, Sam's cock jumped, growing harder, if that was even possible. It didn't escape Sebastian's notice, even as he worked a second finger in. The self-satisfied smirk on his face was proof enough of that.
Sam lasted though the second finger, all the way through Sebastian pulling them out to add more lube, leaving his hole gaping for that brief moment. But by the time Sebastian got to three, Sam felt like he was vibrating. Shaking so hard that he was going to fall apart, right then and there. He could feel his pulse in his ears, in his cock, in the tips of his fingers where they were clenched around the sheets at the edge of the bed. Sebastian's eyes hadn't left his face once, but they slid closed now, wincing against the stretch. It was quickly wiped away by another blissed out moan, Sam's name like a prayer on his breath.
"C'mere," Sebastian finally rasped.
Sam was moving instantly, launching himself up to the head of the bed, beside Sebastian. With his free hand, he guided Sam's hand down, lube slick fingers slipping against his own. He replaced his fingers with Sam's, and Sam knew how this part went. Gently curling his fingers in and up, working him over until Sebastian was gasping and tensing around him, cursing again. His cock jumped against his stomach, neglected and weeping, but no more than Sam's own.
Sebastian wiped his hand against the comforter and pulled Sam closer, until he was hovering over him, one hand braced on the bed to hold himself up, the other buried in Sebastian. Sam kissed him hard, relishing in every gasp and moan that fell from his lips.
"Alright, alright," Sebastian finally stuttered. "If I don't have you in me in the next three seconds, I'm going to explode."
Sam didn't withdraw his fingers right away, but did slow them to a gentler pace. "Where're the condoms?" he asked. He hated how out of breath he already sounded, having done next to nothing. Sebastian just wrecked him that easily. It would've been pitiful if it was anyone besides him.
Sebastian, who's smile was wicked once more, the glint in his eye promising ruin for Sam.
"I thought maybe we could go without one this time. I-if you want." The last bit was tacked on as an afterthought, Sebastian's grin faltering for the first time.
But the slip of the confident mask that Sebastian wore only drove Sam all that much more crazy, because it just reminded him that this was Sebastian. Sebastian, laid out beneath him, begging with his eyes if not his words. The slight dominance, the steel edge in his voice in the rare times they got to be like this, it had been wholly unexpected. But Sam would be lying if he said it wasn't welcome.
There was something about Sebastian being the one to know exactly what he wanted and exactly how he wanted it that made Sam's blood run hot, made his only thoughts condense into following Sebastian's guiding hands and trailing after him obediently. Nothing else mattered outside of that moment: Sam could completely let himself go and be used to make them both feel good. It was intoxicating.
So Sam nodded eagerly. "Whatever you want," were the words that tumbled from his mouth, met with an endearing smile and another hard kiss. Sebastian pulled him by his shoulders to press fully on top of him, fingers finally leaving Sebastian's hole and jumping to his own cock. Sebastian pressed the bottle of lube against his leg, and Sam slicked himself up fully, then made one more pass of Sebastian's hole before lining himself up.
"Okay?" he breathed.
Sebastian responded by hooking his legs up around Sam's hips and pulling, guiding him forward.
Sam took his time pressing in, going slow despite the hotwettight press of Sebastian around him that made him want to slam home in one go. Sebastian exhaled shakily, jaw tight, when Sam finally bottomed out.
"Yoba, I love you," Sam shuddered, pressing an open mouth kiss onto Sebastian's shoulder. "Fuck, fucking hell, oh my Yoba Seb you're so amazing I love you so fucking much oh my fuck-"
"Yeah?" Sebastian asked, breathless. He laughed lightly: the slight movement jostled them both, leaving Sam gasping again. "Show me how much, pretty boy."
If Sam whimpered, it would stay between them.
He started slow, trying to keep track of every micro-expression that darted across Sebastian's face, waiting out any more flickers of pain or discomfort, waiting for the tension to leave his jaw. The slide of his cock in and out, in and out, it was hypnotic, it was everything.
Sam could see the moment the scales tipped from pain to pleasure in the way that Sebastian's head tipped back, baring the smooth column of his throat and sighing, relaxing around Sam. It just made the way that much easier, let Sam's thrusts get longer, deeper. He leaned down to bite a kiss into the join of Sebastian's shoulder with his neck, sucking on the pulse point there until the skin bloomed in a red-purple bruise. The little encouragements, the soft sighs that fell from Sebastian's lips were sweeter than honey, every word hurtling Sam closer and closer to the edge of the precipice he'd been edging ever nearer to since they'd made it in the room.
He was far past words at that point, though Sam could tell that there were still sounds coming from his mouth. Nonsensical babbles, maybe, or maybe just Sebastian's name, over and over. Halfway between a prayer and a plea, Sam knew he was a wreck. His legs were shaking, core clenched tight as he drove into Sebastian again and again. He'd go until Sebastian told him to stop, if only Sebastian would keep looking and sounding like that.
"Hold on," Sebastian said, putting one hand on Sam's slick chest.
Sam stopped instantly, freezing in place. He could feel how hard he was shaking now that he wasn't moving, trembling like a leaf. His breathing was ragged, absolutely wrecked.
"What's wrong? I'm sorry," he said quickly. "Did I hurt you?"
Sebastian caressed the side of his face, leaning up to kiss the tip of his nose. "You're perfect. You're doing so well, Sammy. Wanna let you enjoy it too."
"I am," he said quickly. "You're, fuck, I can keep going-"
"Shh, let me do this."
Sebastian pushed him back. Sam slipped out with a shudder, letting Sebastian guide him down onto his back. He squeezed another dollop of lube onto his cock, then threw his leg over Sam's hip and eased himself down again. They both groaned when he was fully seated, rocking his hips forward.
And that was the only adjustment period that he gave them. Sam's hands flew to his hips, moving with him as he began to ride in earnest. He met him halfway on each thrust until Sam was seeing stars again, throwing his head back against the mattress. It was all he could do to hang on, to not cum right on the spot. The light from the blinds they'd never closed and the LEDs of the aircon unit and the warm yellow glow of the single lamp outlined and backlit Sebastian's frame, arching atop Sam and taking himself into his hand, stroking himself to the beat of their thrusts.
Sebastian braced on hand on Sam's chest. Sam covered it with his, their fingers lacing together.
"Fuck, Sammy," he groaned, his hand faltering. "Don't stop."
It was a tall order — maybe too tall, but dammit, Sam couldn't do anything but try to follow it. He snapped his hips up into Sebastian as he clenched around him, spilling into his fist. Hot cum splattered onto Sam's chest, painting him white. Sam fucked him through it until Sebastian squeezed his hand twice, finally slowing to a stop still inside him. Still rock hard, Sam was barely able to get a full breath, everything clenched tight.
"Good boy," Sebastian sighed, smile a little dopey. "Where do you want to cum, then?"
"Anywhere you'll let me," he gasped. The floor, his hand, his own fucking mouth, he didn't care, just somewhere, anywhere-
"Go ahead, then," Sebastian said.
Before Sam could ask where, Sebastian was moving again, slowly grinding down onto him again, every slight movement threatening to be the one to send Sam over. Realization blooming slow, Sam felt nearly feral by the time he processed Sebastian's words. He sat up, keeping Sebastian in his lap, wrapping his arms around his back to bury his face in Sebastian's chest. He managed one, two thrusts, before he tumbled over the edge, vision whiting out, toes curling, head empty. Sebastian kept grinding, kept moving atop him until Sam was nearly sobbing, the aftershocks and overstimulation too much, too much-
"So good," Sebastian murmured, holding him close. "Such a good boy, Sammy. I love you, fuck. Look at you, pretty boy, like you were made for me."
Sam definitely did whimper that time, then again when Sebastian eased himself off his cock. Sam could've cum again right then and there at the sight of his cum slowly dripping from Sebastian's hole, if only he had anything left in his body.
Sam fell back against the mattress, boneless and exhausted. He laughed once, running a hand through his hair.
"Holy shit."
Sebastian draped himself over Sam's sweaty chest, carefully avoiding the sticky pools of cum that still dotted his skin. "Yeah? Good? Was that… too much?"
"What? No. Fuck no. Though I may never recover from that," Sam said honestly. "I don't think I'll ever have enough of you."
Sebastian was facing away from him. He ran his hand through his dark hair, tucking the locks behind his ear. The frozen tear earring was still cool against his fingers, despite the heat of the room.
"Does that mean you'll never leave me?"
"Never," Sam promised.
"Even if I say that even though we're both fucking disgusting that I don't want to shower? Just wanna lay here with you forever."
Sam wrinkled his nose. "Uhhh…" He could feel the cum on his stomach drying already, getting crusty at the edges.
Sebastian laughed lightly. "Kidding. I'm so sticky, this is horrible. Me or you first?"
"…both? Both could be good."