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Sam yawned, wincing when the popping noise of his jaw brought him out of sleep into full consciousness. He'd been fighting a losing battle for the last ten minutes, straddling the line between asleep and awake, before awake inevitably won. He stretched and rolled onto his side, reluctantly opening his eyes.
"Good morning," he croaked, smiling softly at the cloudy grey eyes staring back at him. Sebastian's eyes weren't grey like a storm cloud, they were more like the edges of a white fluffy cloud on an otherwise sunshiny day, and Sam had always thought they were the prettiest eyes in the world. Even though they had only been married a couple of months, he knew that he would never get tired of looking at them even if they both lived to be one hundred years old.
"Morning," Sebastian replied, his lips stretching up into just the hint of a smile, and Sam looked at him a little closer. Dark hair falling over his forehead, splaying out where it met the pillowcase. Pale skin that seemed to almost glow in the sunlight streaming in through the slats of their blind, dampened only by the lines of his tattoos on his shoulders and the various piercings that were on display. The sheet draped halfway up his bare chest, blocking Sam's view of the nipple piercings that he loved to play with.
"Sleep well?" Sam asked, frowning slightly as he studied Sebastian's face more closely. There were shadows under his eyes that hadn't been there the day before. They'd once been part of Sebastian's every day look, but since they'd moved to the city together, the shadows weren't as common as they once were.
"Yeah," Sebastian replied, fighting back a yawn.
Sam rolled his eyes, and leaned forward a little to kiss Sebastian gently on the lips. "Liar," he said once he pulled away, running his thumb along his husband's cheek. He didn't need shadows to know that Sebastian was lying. He had woken up at three in the morning to go pee, and Sebastian's side of the bed had been empty. When the bed had finally shifted under Sebastian's weight, briefly rousing Sam from his sleep, the first rays of sunlight had been creeping through the window. Since the alarm clock on the bedside table behind Sebastian read 8:30 am, Sam figured it had only been about an hour or so since Sebastian had crawled into bed… and he certainly didn't look like he'd slept.
Sebastian made a face. "Ugh, Sam," he groaned, but there was a soft smile on his face. "Your breath."
"You're one to talk," Sam said, but he dutifully pushed himself out of bed, shaking his bare ass at Sebastian with a laugh before heading to the bathroom. He went pee again (he really needed to cut back on the Joja Cola before bed), washed his hands and splashed some water on his face, then brushed his teeth. He gave Sebastian a pointed look as he returned to the bedroom, and his husband followed suit. Sam crawled back into bed, not ready to face the day, and when Sebastian returned to their bedroom, he joined him.
"Better?" Sam asked, drawing him into a kiss again.
"Much," Sebastian replied, his breath hitching in his chest as he immediately deepened the kiss.
They broke apart again for a moment, and Sam carded his fingers through Sebastian's hair. "So…" he said. "What's the plan for the day? What time do you start work?"
"No work today," Sebastian said, and Sam could tell he was fighting back another yawn. "I finished my current project last night. The company will take a couple of days to get anything back to me if they want any edits."
About a year ago, after their engagement, Sam and Sebastian had moved out of their respective parents' homes Pelican Town and into their own apartment in Zuzu City. Sebastian had started freelancing regularly for a couple of companies in town, grateful for the opportunity to make more consistent money then he'd been able to in their home town, but still happy to set his own schedule. Sam worked as a bartender in a high-end club, making loads of tips thanks to his classic good looks (as Sebastian always teased him) and the easy charm he'd been born with. On his evenings off, he would hit up open mic nights and was just beginning to make a name for himself on the bustling Zuzu music scene.
But none of that mattered to Sam right now, since Sebastian was pulling him closer into another kiss, deeper than the ones they'd shared so far that morning. His eyes closed as Sebastian threaded his fingers into his hair, tugging gently at the dyed-blond strands in order to angle Sam's head into place exactly where he wanted it.
Sam rolled over onto his side, reaching for Sebastian's hips and pulling them closer to him so their bodies were flush with one another, and Sebastian chuckled as Sam's erection pressed into his stomach. "Eager, aren't you?" he teased, his lips moving to kiss along the side of Sam's jaw.
Instead of answering, Sam reached his hand in between them, palming Sebastian's hard dick through his pyjama pants and giving him a pointed look without saying a word. Sebastian just grinned at him, shifting his hips to grind against Sam's hand.
"Fuck Seb," Sam moaned, his own cock twitching against Sebastian's lower belly, leaving behind a sticky mess of pre-cum on his husband's smooth skin.
"If you insist," Sebastian smirked. He met Sam's eyes again, his pupils wide with need, and dropped his mouth to Sam's chest, taking his nipple into his mouth without any further delay. He untangled his fingers from Sam's hair and trailed them slowly down his side, sliding them between them to just above where Sam's hand was still pressing against Sebastian's dick, and he took the base of Sam's cock in his hand and began stroking it slowly in time with the movements of his tongue.
Sam gasped at the double onslaught of stimulation, his hips thrusting into Seb's hand. "Seb…" he moaned, arching his back a little to press his chest harder against Sebastian's mouth and his dick more firmly into Sebastian's grasp. "Oh fuck, baby, you're always so good to me."
Sebastian pulled his mouth away, his tongue swirling once more around Sam's nipple. "You deserve it Sammy," he said quietly, capturing Sam's mouth into another kiss as he continued his tugging along Sam's length. "You're such a good boy, Sammy," he continued, the words alone already threatening to push Sam over the edge. "Always worrying about me, always making sure I'm getting enough sleep." He kissed Sam again. "Always doing the dishes," he added with a wry smile
Sam laughed, but his laugh turned into a groan of pleasure as Sebastian swiped his thumb along Sam's slit, spreading the pre-cum around.
"What do you want, Sammy?" Sebastian asked, and Sam froze for a moment. Normally Sebastian was the one who would set the tone of their sex life and bedroom activities. It wasn't often that Sam got to express what he wanted, and, quite frankly, both of them usually preferred things that way. Sebastian had a hard time relaxing, especially when things were out of his control, and Sam's mind never seemed to shut off when he had to worry about the details. Still, it was nice to be asked once in a while, and so Sam didn't hesitate to answer.
"Want you to fuck me," he said, his breath coming in short gasps matching the movements of Sebastian's wrist. "Want you in me, please Sebby?"
Sebastian's eyes flared with want, and he caught his lower lip in his teeth. "On your back?" he asked, flailing behind him for the lube that they kept next to the alarm clock and a box of tissues, swearing when he knocked the clock onto the floor.
Sam grinned at him, leaning forward to pick up the bottle and hand it to Sebastian. He held back a groan of protest when Sebastian removed his hand from around his length, knowing that he was only letting go to move on to the next step. Sure enough, Sebastian spilled some lube into his hand, making sure to warm it up between his fingers, before reaching around to Sam's ass and sliding one in.
He normally stopped at the knuckle, but Sebastian must have been as excited as Sam was, since this time he kept going until his palm rested against Sam's ass cheek. Sam let out a low keening noise as Sebastian immediately brushed against his prostate, flexing his finger to begin stretching Sam out. Sebastian kissed him again, his grey eyes taunting him. "Well?" he asked.
"Well what?" Sam managed to gasp, his fingernails digging into Sebastian's shoulder. He had no idea what his husband was talking about - he could only focus on the feeling of Sebastian's finger working him over.
"On your back?" Sebastian repeated, pulling out and sliding a second finger into Sam's hole.
"Fuck, Seb, that… oh!" his breath caught as Sebastian's fingers stilled, resting on his prostate without moving. "Oh fuck, baby, please don't stop, please Sebby, please?"
Sebastian ghosted a kiss against Sam's lips, barely touching them as Sam wriggled against his hand, chasing the friction he so desperately wanted. Sebastian pulled his fingers back a little and Sam let out a protesting yelp. "Fuck, okay okay… No, I want to ride you Seb, please, baby? You underneath me so I can take you as deep as possible. Oh fuck, please move your hand baby please?"
"Good boy," Sebastian whispered, sliding his fingers back in and then out, repeating the motions in earnest, making sure to curl his fingertips against Sam's prostate with each thrust. He caught Sam's next moan with a kiss, ricocheting it back to him as his tongue slid into Sam's minty fresh mouth. Each little movement of Sebastian's hands, lips and tongue seemed to coax another whine or whimper from Sam, and Sam would have been embarrassed if not for the fact that Sebastian had always been able to make him fall apart completely.
In fact, these were Sam's favourite moments… and Sebastian knew it. If asked, Sam would probably say that he liked them better than the sex itself, even though the sex was always exceptionally good. There was something about the way Sebastian so diligently and carefully took care of him that made Sam's overactive brain shut down, only able to focus on anticipating the next stroke, the next twitch of fingers, the next drag of teeth against tender skin, and, more than once, Sam had cum just from this attention alone.
But not today.
Sebastian pulled his fingers out, wiping them on some tissues that he tossed into the trash. Sam watched through hazy eyes as his husband pulled down his pyjama pants and tossed them on the floor before laying back on the bed. Sebastian held Sam's gaze again as he poured some more lube into his hand and started stroking himself, and Sam felt like his heart might explode at the way his husband's eyes fluttered closed at the sensation.
He was so lucky. He was so fucking lucky that his parents had moved to Pelican Town, and that Sebastian had already lived there. He was so fucking lucky that Sebastian had said yes when Sam had asked him out. He knew he was the luckiest person alive since Sebastian had asked him out of all the people in the world to be his husband, and that he had confirmed that choice in front of their friends and family only a couple of months ago. He sometimes couldn't breathe because he felt so lucky and, for a moment, he thought he might cry, but then Sebastian opened his eyes again.
"You ready, Sammy?" he asked, catching his bottom lip in his teeth.
Unable to speak, Sam just nodded, brushing his eyes with the back of his hand. Sebastian's eyes softened as Sam straddled him, and he caressed Sam's cheek lightly as if he understood everything Sam wasn't saying.
"I love you, Sam," Sebastian said, his voice catching in the back of his throat.
"I love you, too, Seb," Sam replied, then he gasped as Sebastian pushed into him. He gasped again when Sebastian pulled out and the pushed back in with a snap of his hips. Sam reached for the railing of their headboard, seeking the extra balance to hold himself up as Sebastian thrust into him a third time and then Sam joined in the motion.
"Fuck Sammy, you feel so fucking good," Sebastian panted underneath him, his back arching off the bed.
"Fuck Seb, you do too," Sam huffed, tears forming again at the corner of his eyes as his husband fucked into him.
"You're taking me so good, Sammy," Sebastian crooned, biting his lower lip harder. "You always look so fucking hot when I'm fucking you."
"Just then?" Sam asked, his attempt at a joke cut short by a particularly deep thrust from Sebastian.
"Always," Sebastian said, reaching up and pulling Sam down into a kiss.
Sam was already so close, each thrust of Sebastian's hips pushing into him brushing against his very core and spreading warmth throughout his whole body. His toes curled underneath his thighs as Sebastian kissed him, and then Sebastian's hand, still slick from the lube he'd spread against himself, wrapped around his dick again and Sam wailed from the pleasure.
"Fuck Sebastian, just like that baby. Please fuck! Fucking don't… don't stop Sebby. Please baby? Please make me cum. I need it Sebby, please, please?" He felt tears dripping down his cheeks, felt like he might actually die if he couldn't cum right now, wanted it so badly he couldn't think of anything else but Sebastian - Sebastian in him, around him, kissing him, holding him, his whole world.
"Shh, Sammy," Sebastian said. "It's okay, love, I have you. You can cum if you want to. Don't hold back."
Sam threw his head back with a loud cry and his body stiffened. It took only one more thrust, coupled with a deft tug of his dick from his husband's well-practiced hand for Sam to cum. "Sebastian!" he cried as he spilled ropes of cum over Sebastian's pale chest and stomach.
"Oh fuck, Sammy," Sebastian said underneath him, his hand still coaxing out every drop Sam had to give. "Fuck, I can't… I… I'm gonna… FUCK!" Sam whimpered again as Sebastian thrust into him one last time, his hot spill adding to the inferno Sam was still fighting.
"Oh Sebby," he gasped, collapsing against Sebastian in a messy heap, his jelly-like arms no longer able to support him as Sebastian filled him. "Fuck baby, yes, you're so fucking beautiful my Sebby."
Then Sebastian was still and Sam managed to roll off of him, grabbing the box of tissues as he did. He took a moment to catch his breath before glancing at his husband and huffing out a small laugh that was heartily returned. Sebastian took a couple of tissues out of the box and began wiping himself off, and Sam did the same. Once they were both relatively clean, Sam pulled Sebastian against his chest.
"Thank you," he said, kissing him tenderly.
"For what?" Sebastian asked, his grey eyes flashing in confusion.
"For being you," Sam said simply. "And for choosing me."
Sebastian brushed his knuckles against Sam's cheek. "It was the best decision I've ever made," he said quietly. He let out another yawn and snuggled into Sam's chest.
The two of them laid there in silence for a couple of moments, listening to the hum of traffic on the street below their apartment window. Sam was just about to ask what Sebastian wanted to do for the rest of the day when he heard a soft snore. He glanced down and realized his husband had fallen asleep, and he pressed a kiss against Sebastian's dark hair.
Any plans will have to wait for later, Sam thought, reaching for his phone so he could scroll social media while Sebastian slept. After all, we have all day.