The urge to describe everything to Sage in vivid detail was almost overpowering him. He couldn’t just think about it or experience it, no, he had to tell Sage just what he was going to do and how, wanting to see the boy’s reaction when all that was moving was his mouth. If he weren’t so caught up in the moment, he’d be a little scared of how much passion he was feeling for Sage; logically he’d tell himself that it didn’t make sense and that it wasn’t smart. He chose not to listen to that part of his mind, however, choosing just to pay attention to Sage. “On a teacher’s desk,” he whispered, his tongue darting out to lick at Sage’s skin, “and I won’t lock the door.” Westly had always been a little adventurous but Sage was making him go mad with lust, and he wanted him every way he could have him. He wasn’t even thinking about himself, because all he wanted to do was make Sage feel brilliant.
Westly wasn’t about to question why Sage was responsive, or why he was so willing to have a shag so quickly after climaxing. With his hands on Sage’s body, Westly could feel the tremors and how the muscles seemed to be convulsing and relaxing. It was possible that it was an effect of Sage not having sex, but Westly liked to think it was because of him.
Westly smiled and felt an odd sensation in his stomach, something that most definitely did not have to do with lust. “Glad it’s mutual,” he whispered, dropping his head to bite down on Sage’s collarbone, soothing the skin with his tongue immediately afterwards, wanting to take away most of the sting. Just before he thrust forward, Westly glanced up, smirking as he saw the glasses. “You look fucking hot in those,” Westly all but growled, leaning forward and kissing Sage passionately before moving back to breath, his lungs protesting loudly.
Being inside Sage felt a thousand times- no, a million times- better than anything he could’ve imagined. He was so caught up in the moment, the sheets becoming slightly damp with sweat, their bodies fusing together as one, Westly barely noticed when it had gotten completely dark outside. It was now well into the night, and after all of this, he’d be damned if he were going to leave. He precariously moved one of his hands from the bed into Sage’s hair, his nails scraping the scalp none too gently. Sage’s screams only made Westly push harder, rolling his hips around that one single spot, knowing he was hitting Sage’s prostate dead on. Every time he hit Sage’s spot, Westly could feel the muscles clench around him, and if his desire wasn’t already strong enough for giving Sage pleasure, that was certainly an incentive.
He groaned as Sage tangled his hands in his hair, his body arching. “Don’t worry,” he gasped out before Sage kissed him, the snog full of fervor with teeth and lips and tongue, all working together towards one single purpose. Westly pulled out again and slammed back in, a cry falling from his lips and traveling into Sage’s mouth. He began to build a steady rhythm, not holding anything back no matter how sore he was getting or how much he wanted to stay inside of Sage and just feel him, he kept on moving. Breaking the kiss to breathe, Westly pulled back, unable to feel the slight pain where Sage’s glasses had dug into his skin; there was far too much pleasure for him to ever notice the pain at this point. He stared into Sage’s eyes, his mouth slightly parted as pants fell from his hips. He put more and more into each thrust, wanting to break Sage’s world only to put it back together the final push. He dropped his head onto Sage’s shoulder, now almost bending the boy in half with their position. Westly’s hips snapped and the pleasure continued, spots dancing in front of Westly’s eyes.
Sage was a sexual person, anyone who knew him knew that. They knew he loved every single aspect of it, loved the flirting, the kissing, the touching anything to do with it, he welcomed and loved. And the thought of someone talking in his ear, whispering filthy things to him as they ran hands over his body, through his hair and his palms while they did always made him groan. He was looking forward to whatever Westly would throw at him, any seduction, any position he would take with a groan. Already the other man was pulling things from his body that Sage didn’t think could’ve been pulled. Two intense, overwhelming orgasms in such a short time period, and no doubt about it if it were physically possible he wouldn’t put it past the other man to bring a third from his already tired and soon to be sated body. “In front of a class?” he asked in a moan as he turned his head slightly, exposing the line of his neck for Westly to do whatever the fuck he wanted to it. Right now he was open, mind, body and soul to whatever Westly wanted to do.
He felt the teeth sink into the skin of his collarbone and a slight sting before a hot tongue, smoothed over the spot – not taking away the sting, but changing it, making it feel even better than before. He licked his lips and laughed breathlessly. “No I don’t,” he said rolling his eyes. He didn’t like how he looked in the glasses, he always felt less than perfect and when he strived so hard for perfection it was a black point in his life. The only good thing about the glasses was the fact that they hid the small scar at the corner of his eye from one of the times he had been backhanded by his father growing up. He kissed back eagerly, his fingers beginning to move over the arms by his head, feeling the individual muscles tense beneath his fingers.
It felt good, Westly being inside of him, stretching him with a slight burn that the welcomed as he squeezed, wanting the other man have to work, wanting that slight edge of pain to stay there, keeping him grounded for just that much longer. He tightened his grip around Westly’s arms, fingers digging into the skin as Westly continued to thrust into him, each motion making small noises fall from his lips in increasing intensity. He let go of the arm as it moved, only to grip, twist the bed sheets as the nails raked through his hair, and just like before he felt stars bloom behind his eyes. The small noises were sharp cries by now, echoing around them in the hazy atmosphere of the room. Westly was almost scarily accurate in his thrusts, each time causing the tremble in Sage’s muscles to increase, his muscles tightening as he swallowed, his mouth a little dry.
He was sure he had cut open his lip at some point, or Westly had cut open his own one as the coppery tang of blood tainted the kiss and made it just that much better. He wasn’t one for blood, but then again nothing had ever felt this way and so he didn’t know what to believe anymore. He knew he probably wasn’t going to be able to walk tomorrow correctly without a bit of charm work, and he welcomed that. It was a big day when someone shagged him so hard that he was unable to walk and he welcomed Westly to try. It seemed like he was going to actually hit it. He blinked, his blue eyes more intense behind the glasses as he watched Westly watch him, the room silent except for their moans and gasps and the sound of flesh hitting flesh. He could feel the pull in his hamstrings as Westly all but bent him in half, but he ignored it, shifting, wishing he could press back, help Westly slam into him deeper than before. He shifted again, this time moving so that his knees finally did touch his chest, the pull almost painful but he ignored it, watching Westly’s face eagerly, moans and cries still falling from his lips as his breath hitched from time to time.
Indeed, Westly did know Sage was a sexual person. For months Westly constantly turned Sage down, refusing him time and time again, despite the boy’s best efforts. However, Sage persisted and was now very obviously reaping he benefits. Westly could still remember times when, in his eyes, Sage had not been desirable sexually or otherwise. Now that was all different and Westly could barely keep his hands off of him. There were so many charms he wanted to try, ones that would affect Sage in class, without anyone knowing. Westly wanted to get Sage all riled up, tempting him and teasing him. And despite the fact that Sage would get frustrated while in class, Westly had a sneaking suspicion that he wouldn’t mind afterwards. “During class,” he replied back, leaning forward and pressing his lips to Sage’s neck, biting gently then more forcefully, but never to the point of pain.
He wasn’t sure how Sage felt about pain, but since it wasn’t a favourite of his, he’d assume that it was the same for Sage. At the laugh Westly frowned, pulling back, his lips leaving the side of Sage’s neck. “Yes, you are,” he insisted, slowly propping himself up on his elbows and leaning away from Sage, their bodies no longer touching. “Say you are,” he whispered, not going to come into contact until Sage did as he said. He disliked the fact that Sage thought that a small imperfection ruined the whole package, because Westly definitely thought that the glasses were an asset. At this point Sage didn’t really need another asset, but it really couldn’t hurt. Westly had noticed the scar next to Sage’s eye, but in all honesty, he didn’t mind that, either. Being perfect, while ideal, wasn’t exactly realistic or possible. Westly thought Sage needed to know that.
The nails digging into his arm stung, but he ignored it. The fact that Sage was gripping him so tightly had to mean something, and from the cries falling from his lips, it was a very amazing something. Sage’s muscles squeezed around him and Westly groaned much louder, feeling himself getting so close. He wanted to keep it going, he wanted to stay inside of Sage for longer, but at this point he had gotten so wound up that it was only a matter of time. Still, he held off, thrusting into Sage’s wanton and needing body, grunts and groans falling from his lips like prayers. Because Westly topped so often he was very comfortable with the anatomy of the male body, knowing just about where the prostate actually was. Normally he wouldn’t be hitting it as often as he was now, but then again, normally he wasn’t trying his hardest to impress the bloke he fancied, and normally he didn’t feel like a Veela in heat.
Blood was on his lips, and as his tongue darted out to taste the coppery liquid, he realised that he wasn’t the one bleeding. Immediately he glanced at Sage, seeing a small cut on the side of his bottom lip, a small amount of blood visible in the cut. He didn’t let it phase him and he continued thrusting, feeling his muscles begin to tire, but he pushed on. He thanked Merlin for Quidditch because at the pace they were going, Westly knew he was going to need to be able to have endurance and recover quickly. Pulling out slowly, Westly barely paused before he was thrusting back in, rolling his hips when he became fully sheathed. He continued this motion two, three, four times, wanting everyone to be able to hear Sage scream his lungs out. Their eye contact was intense and even as Westly groaned, his eyes fluttering, they didn’t shut, determined to keep staring into those deep pools of blue. Suddenly Westly snaked one of his hands down to Sage’s stomach, his fingers not teasing or toying but instead going straight for it, wrapping around the base of Sage’s cock. Westly was close and only wanted to come when Sage had, but at the same time he wanted this to last an eternity, so as a compromise the grip of his hand was light, not enough to bring Sage off, just enough to give him a little bit more contact.
Sage was a little bit surprised by the complete turn around that Westly seemed to have made. Three hours ago the other man wasn’t even talking to him, seven days ago they were good friends, and seven days ago Westly continued to turn him down. And now he was running hands and lips and tongue across his body like he couldn’t get enough. He wasn’t going to complain of course, this was what he had wanted, this was what he had worked hard to get and had dealt with everything with what he considered to be good grace and so he deserved this. And he had the sneaking suspicion that Westly might be able to keep up – and even like – the millions of ideas that run through his mind on a daily basis. “With everyone watching?” Sage asked breathily as he looked at Westly with wide excited eyes, the idea a welcome one. He knew he looked good during sex, especially when he was in the zone, moaning and arching with each thrust or each motion against his body, and the thought of everyone watching him. Well he really was that vain.
He turned his head to the side at the nip, making a small noise of content before Westly suddenly pulled back, lips and body and Sage frowned slightly, his eyebrows drawn together as he looked at Westly. He was a little surprised again at the slightly vehement reply but he merely rolled his eyes. “I look like an idiot,” he said raising a hand to wrap around the back of Westly’s neck and tugged. “Allow me my insecurities,” he said softly, pushing himself up on his elbow and kissing the other man’s bottom lip, running a tongue over the skin there gently a few times before he nipped it and dropped back on the bed, looking at Westly through a fan of lashes looking for a brief moment almost innocent.
Sage really couldn’t do much besides hold on as Westly shagged him through the mattress. He wanted to do something, anything, to make this even better but he doubted that it could be much better than this. His body was in a state of shock, the pleasure now filling his body to the top and beginning to spill over. He was trembling, unable to control his muscles and yet Westly continued to pound into him, over and over again. He was sure he had orgasmed without actually coming again, but then again at this point the world was fading in and out in pleasure and he just didn’t know what to do. He had not come once already, he was sure that he would’ve come the moment Westly pressed inside and now all he wanted to do was come again and again and again.
He licked his lips, tasting blood but not really realizing what it was. He didn’t care right now, focusing on the steady rhythm Westly had set up and was keeping. He didn’t know why Westly was so good at this, how he was able to last so long, but right now he didn’t care about any of that. He felt Westly pull out almost the entire way and hold there for a brief moment leaving Sage with a feeling of emptiness before suddenly the other man slammed back inside. Sage’s back arched as best as he could, his head thrown back and eyes falling shut he was screamed, his entire body convulsing. And then Westly repeated the motion the same way a few more times, with the same result until Sage managed to relax on the bed, catching Westly’s dark gaze again as he swallowed, needing to come again – once more painfully hard.
He felt the hand wrap around his erection, just lightly and begin to pull and he squirmed slightly. “Fuck, make me come, oh fucking please, make me come,” he begged, desperation in each breathy whisper. He moved one of his hand to curl into Westly’s hair to drag him down into a kiss, while the other moved to join Westly’s hand on his erection, twining their fingers together before beginning to move his hand a little faster, his grip a little tighter, feeling himself draw closer and closer to the edge again.
It wasn’t so much that Westly had changed, just he had realised many things over the past week, month even. Sage was one of his closest friends, and getting to know him without actually knowing it was him caused Westly to see things in a completely different light. He couldn’t say why his mind changed so drastically, and he knew was that it had. Sage put up with so much, and Westly felt a little guilty for denying him and hurting him so many times; however, this was not out of guilt or pity, it was the farthest thing from it. Westly truly and honestly cared about Sage, he always had, just now it was more defined and stronger, not to mention the fact that he couldn’t keep his eyes or hands off of him, wanting to feel him everywhere, underneath his skin and inside of his head, for better or for worse. “Of course,” he purred, smiling at how excited Sage seemed to get at the mention of such an event. Westly couldn’t promise that this would actually happen, but he wouldn’t say no to sucking Sage off beneath the table in the Great Hall.
Keeping away from Sage like this was really not conductive to him being happy. It almost ached not to be touching him, but he really wanted Sage to see that perfection was impossible. Still, he found himself being pulled down and he really couldn’t pull away a second time. Slightly surprised at how softly Sage was talking, Westly sighed and nodded, chest beginning to move wildly once more as Sage licked his lip, nipping on it a second later. “If you weren’t writhing under me right now I might thing you were innocent,” he chuckled, leaning back down and attaching his lips to the side of Sage’s neck, his hands gripping Sage’s hips forcefully.
Westly wanted Sage to come three, four times tonight, knowing that they both wouldn’t be satisfied until multiple rounds were under their belt. Westly himself was almost blacking out with how much pleasure he was feeling, each thrust that much more tantalizing. Sage’s muscles felt like a vice-grip around him, almost painfully so, but that just made it so much more delectably tormenting. If Westly hadn’t been holding off he was sure that he would’ve come minutes ago, his whole body shaking from exertion. His hands hurriedly moved from Sage’s legs to the boy’s chest, pausing to tweak a nipple before moving almost frantically, gripping the boy’s hips in an attempt to ground himself.
The more Sage arched, the deeper Westly could thrust, and the deeper Westly could thrust, the more Sage arched. It was such a brilliant cycle that he was left breathless, his lips dry and his throat sore from irritation. His hand continued to move over Sage’s erection, teasing the slit and head, his strokes erratic due to the pace and rhythm of his hips. The screams just made Westly go faster, pushing past all of his physical boundaries at this point. He could feel the tight coil in his stomach, his muscles beginning to spasm. He wasn’t even thinking about how Sage’s dorm mates couldn’t come in, all he was focusing on was how he couldn’t nearly go in enough, needing to get further and further inside of Sage. Hearing the command he moved his hand, groaning at how desperate Sage sounded. “Fuck, I’ll make you come,” he breathed, “oh Merlin, Sage, I’m coming,” he said, moving his hand even more quickly, his wrist aching, his hips snapping wildly. Suddenly the world burst around him, exploding into a thousand tiny particles, each one more bright and vibrant than the last. His head was thrown back as a loud moan fell from his lips, almost loud enough to be a scream. His eyes shut and he didn’t even know if Sage had come yet, all he knew was that his body was convulsing and it felt like he was coming for hours and days and fucking years. Falling on top of Sage, his muscles failing him, Westly found himself still inside the boy. Suddenly, his world went black.
Sage had two best friends, well one hopefully now. Nadya who he told stuff but he never let her in fully, and now Westly who he had gone against everything he believed in and want to stay as to allow the boy in past the carefully crafted walls and showed him parts of himself that no one knew. He still had the drawing in his sketchbook probably underneath where he was laying on the mattress right now. He swallowed back a moan again, only to repeat it when Westly agreed and he bucked up, excited beyond anything at the thought. Even if it didn’t happen and they stuck to smaller things – like Sage sucking Westly off in the middle of class – he knew that the images in his mind would be fine for now.
He licked Westly’s bottom lip again, glad that the other man hadn’t made a big deal out of it and instead of closed the space between, them, pressing against his check. Sage sucked on Westly’s bottom lip, his tongue running over the skin there. He could feel fingers digging into his hipbones and he knew that there were going to be finger shaped bruises on his hips tomorrow, as well as a bruised arse. He pulled back and swallowed, smiling slightly at Westly, a small calm smile that seemed odd in the face of anything but then it changed after a brief moment into a devious smirk as he raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you know? All those stories were fake, I’m really a virgin,” he said looking completely serious, even though it was obvious that he wasn’t.
Although he had already come once, and as much as he would love to come over and over again – he was pushing the second explosive orgasm as it was. It was taking longer than usual to bring him off and although he didn’t mind, need was crashing through him and so he wanted more and more and more. He licked his lips, and continued to hold on, his eyes closed and noises around them in the humid air around them as he felt Westly continue to move into him, over and over again, each thrust seeming to grow in intensity. He groaned low in his throat again as he felt the finger tweak his nipple and in the haze of everything else it didn’t do much.
Sage could feel Westly going deeper each time his body seemed to fold in on itself just a little more, reaching places he was sure had never been touched before. And it felt fantastic, feeling the slide of Westly’s cock in and out of his arse, the hands on his hips, their eyes connected and the hands on his cock. He didn’t where to turn, do or say or anything like that except for moan for more, or some other jumble of words that he didn’t know quite what he was saying and he didn’t care. He didn’t care who heard him right now, he just wanted more and more. He bit his lip again, his teeth reopening the cut on his lip but he didn’t notice, moaning through clenched teeth as Westly spoke and suddenly he could feel the other mans body tightening and relaxing as he came with a moan. Sage pulled at his own cock a few more times before he also came for a second time with a loud scream his body as tense as a bowstring as he shuddered and trembled, his vision fading for a few moments. He relaxed against the bed panting as he allowed his legs to slip down and rest on the bed, Westly resting on top of him.
He couldn’t do much except for pant, and even that was troublesome at the moment, aside from the face as Westly was still on top of him, buried deep inside of him and he didn’t want to move, knowing that any motion would result in a press of his prostate and that would feel painfully good right now. He managed to raise a hand, resting it on Westly’s head, noticing the other man seemed to be sleeping right now. He managed a tired smirk, the other man had passed out. Sage was disappointed he hadn’t either, but he found he was a bit too tired to care enough right now.
Now that Westly had been investing more time in the owls and getting to know Sage, Westly had the sneaking suspicions that Sage was the person closest to him. He could be an introvert at times, but he found that he was a little bit more sociable with Sage and he liked that part of himself. He also had a hard time tearing down the front around people, even his friends, but Sage had managed to tear them down one by one. Westly knew that it wasn’t going to be easy giving up his stubborn and passive nature, but if it meant being with Sage, then yeah, he’d give it a try. As Sage bucked up Westly smirked, his tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. Sage was brilliant.
Their chests touched and Westly groaned, the hot skin searing and making him shiver with tremors all over. Direct contact was almost numbing, the intensity of every single moment almost too much for Westly to consciously handle. When the kiss ended Westly inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring. He stared down at Sage and chuckled, almost fooled by his façade of innocence, except for the fact that he knew Sage wasn’t a virgin. At this point, the whole school knew. Westly didn’t care, it wasn’t his business but even if it was it wouldn’t matter, that fact was too trivial. “I’m sure, and all those times you propositioned me, you were really petrified out of your mind,” he said nodding his head as if he believed Sage, the only tell tale sign that he could see through it was the smirk playing across his face. Westly reached up and pushed he fringe out of Sage’s eyes, his fingers playing with the boy’s hair.
In the back of his mind Westly wondered if Sage was always this responsive, and he felt a sudden need for it not to be true. Maybe he was selfish, but he wanted Sage to only be like this with him, only this loud or needy, only this amazing. Westly’s world was becoming enveloped in a sea of tremors, unable to hear whatever was falling out of Sage’s mouth. He saw a flash of red and that’s when he noticed Sage had bit his lip again. It was then only a few more seconds until he came, Sage coming right with him, the scream resonating off the walls and surrounding them. When his eyes shut Westly passed out, the orgasm far too intense for him to handle.
Lying on top of Sage, his eyes still closed and his world still dark, Westly only began to stir when he felt a finger poking at his side. It seemed to increase in speed and frequency, and he blearily opened his eyes, only for a swirl of colours to enter his vision, followed by Sage’s face. Blinking he opened his mouth to say something, but found that he was still … on top of Sage as well as inside of him. Pushing himself up on his hands, the muscles in his arms protesting, Westly slowly and carefully pulled out of the boy with a gasp and groan. Moving just to the side he collapsed onto the bed next to Sage, the bed bouncing as his body landed with a soft thump. Swallowing, Westly turned his head, smiling at the slightly annoyed expression on Sage’s face, which Westly could imagine was from Merlin knows how long he had been stuck under Westly. “Alright?” he asked warily, biting his bottom lip, his voice hoarse and groggy, his body sweaty.
Sage was sure that if he tired hard enough he could make people believe he really was that innocent. He had the eyes and the face to pull something off, people who didn’t know him always thought he was nervous when they first met him – simply because he didn’t talk that much to him. Of course that changed as soon as they felt him kiss or felt his hand as it moved across their skin – so sure and so full of knowledge that their minds did a complete one eighty in less than a second and would never change back. He licked his lips and nodded his head. “Of course, I’m that good of an actor lo-babe,” he said switching the word at the last moment. ‘Love’ was a nickname he used for people he didn’t really know, but to call Westly love now seemed to be a mockery of what they were in. Babe wasn’t something he preferred, it was something he didn’t say often and so he chose to use that instead, Westly’s own personal nickname of sorts. His eyes rolled up as Westly pushed his fringe out of his eyes, smiling slightly, his eyes half closing at the feeling of fingers once more in his hair, the soft touch teasing.
He was responsive and loud, he didn’t hold anything back during sex, but he had never needed anything more than he needed it now. It was almost like he was begging to be claimed, for Westly to brand a mark of ownership on his body and succeed where others had tried and failed before. He licked his lips, swallowing as his body finally came down from pleasure and Westly still hadn’t woken up. He waited a bit before he began to get a little annoyed and poked Westly in the side repeatedly.
He watched as Westly woke up and he managed to raise a trembling hand to push his fringe out of his eyes, feeling the damp strands stick to his fingers. Sage groaned when Westly pulled out, the motion always an odd one and the sudden feeling of being empty causing his body to squirm for a moment before he settled down, turning his head to look at Westly. “Fantastic, you?” he asked his voice a bare whisper. His body was sated and he was sure he wasn’t going to get it up for quite some time. His legs were still trembling, minute tremors that were hard to see unless you watched closely and a muscle in his body would twitch from time to time. He was messy, messier than Westly, covered in come inside and out and right now he couldn’t care less about any of it.
Westly could remember the first couple times he came into contact with Sage. He had been a little quieter, but then again, once they became friends that disappeared. It took a few years for them to really become good friends, but now Westly didn't feel closer to anyone else. He wasn't sure if Sage felt the same way, but Westly knew that Sage fancied him, so he wasn't really worried about the small stuff. Westly heard the slight change of wording and he quirked a brow, but decided not to speak on it. Instead he just chuckled, a small smile spreading across his face.
He swallowed, watching as Sage shifted next to him. In all honesty he wasn't sure what they were supposed to do now. Westly wasn't sure if Sage wanted to talk or sleep or ... well he didn't think they should go again so soon, they might just become comatose. "I'm terrific," he said back, biting his bottom lip, quiet for a moment. He shifted so he was lying on his back, never having experienced this kind of silence before. Everything was up in the air, and this really was the worst part of sex. When the novelty was wearing off and reality seemed to hit you over the head with giant... mallet. "Do you want to sleep?" he asked, turning his head at a slight angle.
Sage didn’t remember what Westly was like the first time he met the other man. He knew he remembered thinking the other boy was odd, and he couldn’t remember the reason why he had thought that. Somehow, the two of them had become friends and aside from one or two fights had more or less remained friends through the years – of which Sage was now extremely glad of.
Sage shifted again after Westly had settled, rolling onto his stomach so he could rest his head against Westly’s chest, looking up at him, his entire demeanor tentative. He was sure that Westly wasn’t going to walk off, but there was still the air of unknown that he was facing and he didn’t want to deal with that right now. He bit his own bottom lip and swallowed slightly, the awkward silence taking it’s toll on his strung out nerves. Sage wanted to stay up and talk, but his eyes were dropping and he held back a yawn. “I would yes,” he said softly before quirking a grin. “But my bed is a mess,” he said glancing around him. “And so am I,” he said a moment later, well aware of the sticky feeling in his arse and his stomach. He loved to bottom, but he always was left so much messier than whoever his partner was. “What about you?” he asked softly, turning to look back at Westly, his head resting against his chest again.
Fights in the past seemed to make sense now, all the times Westly had doubted Sage of ever being able to love, he could now see how that would be so offensive. He felt bad for his behavior, but he knew it was in the past and that he really couldn't change it now. All he could do was try to make up for it in the future, and really, the fact that Sage had gotten so defensive that one particular day made him think.... But it was best not to get his hopes up.
The moment Sage rested his head on his chest, Westly looked down, a smile spreading across his face. His stomach did a kind of pleasant roll as Sage got closer to him, and really, that had to stop if he was ever expected to focus. Shifting his arm so that he could wrap it around Sage's shoulders, pulling him closer, Westly smiled. He looked so vulnerable lying there and Westly almost didn't want to talk, afraid that whatever he said was going to upset the boy. "The bed can stay a mess," he said softly, knowing that although the sheets were ruffled and slightly damp, that wasn't a top concern at the moment. "But as for the both of us," he said, leaning up just slightly and reaching around Sage for his wand, Westly pointed it at the both of them and muttered a quick cleaning spell. "Taken care of," he said, licking his lips. "I... am tired, yes. Although I believe it goes without saying how exhausted I am," he said, chuckling, feeling his body get pleasantly warm as Sage drew closer once more.
Sage didn’t want to thinks of the fights, simply because they brought back bad memories and right now was not the time for bad memories. This had been a good thing for the both of them, and he didn’t want to ruin that with anything else. Especially since thinking about the argument meant that Westly might see that he had hurt him unintentionally and that was something he had pushed aside and he didn’t want to bring it up again.
His eyes drifted half shut as he felt the comforting warmth of the arm around his shoulders as shifted so his own arm was slung across Westly’s chest, his head resting on his arms. He chuckled and nodded his head. “For now, I suppose,” he said. The bed really wasn’t that bad, most of the mess had gotten on Sage. He shivered when he felt the tingle of the cleaning spell running over his skin and he sighed as the sticky feeling left his body leaving him sated and slightly achy in places. “Thanks babe,” he said softly, his other hand coming up to begin to trace patters onto Westly’s skin as he was drawn closer. “Then sleep?” he asked softly before raising blue eyes, trying to keep the slight apprehension out of his gaze as he looked at Westly. “Would you rather stay or go back to your own room?” he asked wanting Westly to stay, but not going to force the other man.
The more comfortable Sage got, the harder Westly wanted to hold onto him. It wasn't really strange considering his personality, he had always been very affectionate, but he wanted Sage to be the same way with him. The arm slung lazily across his chest was a start and Westly pulled him even closer by tightening his hold around his shoulders. "We can fix it if you'd really like," he mumbled, waving his wand around between his fingers, motioning towards the bed. "'Babe', is that my new petname?" he asked, smirking and angling his body towards Sage, making it more comfortable for himself. "Because now you've enforced the tedious duty of having to pick one out for you," he said, the smile on his face the only clue that he was joking. He really wouldn't mind 'picking one out' but he rather liked Sage's name as is.
"Yes, sleep," he said, licking his lips as Sage looked him in the eyes, becoming a little nervous that Sage was going to tell him to get out. Although, from the head on his chest and the arm around his torso, Westly could guess that wasn't the case. "I want to stay," he said quietly, looking Sage in the eye, his words having multiple meanings.
He felt the arm tighten around his shoulders and it made him happy, and it made him feel safe at the same time. He felt the bed dry a little bit and the smell of sex clear from the air and he was slightly disappointed, but happy at the same time. “Do you care?” he asked raising an eyebrow with a smirk before his face cleared. “I don’t call anyone babe, well except you now,” he said. “I can continue to call you Westly if you’d prefer,” he offered. He was finding it harder to open up without feeling embarrassed harder when the two of them were face to face instead of through an owl. He chuckled however and shrugged. “Oh really? What would you call me?” he asked around a sudden yawn, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth before shaking his head, wanting to stay awake just that much longer.
Sage heard the simply response and he smiled, the motion finally reaching his eyes and making them light up. “Good, I want you to as well,” he said tapping Westly on the chest before shifting so he was laying parallel to Westly instead of perpendicular and after an apprehensive moment, rested his head on Westly’s shoulder, his arm slinging across Westly’s chest again as he pressed against the other man, feeling the warm skin against his own.
It wasn't often that Westly cuddled and he didn't think it was a common pastime of Sage's either; however, something had to be said for how good it felt to be that close to someone, and Westly really didn't mind it. "No, of course not," he said gently, lightly raking his fingers through Sage's hair, not pressing too hard, knowing that Sage would probably get aroused and neither of them had enough energy at the moment. "You can call me either, however you see fit, really," he said, beginning to feel much happier now that Sage was here and they were together. Waiting for Sage's yawn to subside, it was quite adorable actually, Westly sighed. "Well I'm not completely sure, I think I'll just need to be inspired and think of it suddenly."
He chuckled softly as Sage tapped his chest, and he frowned as he felt Sage's head move off of his chest, but it was only a few more seconds until Westly felt the warm skin against his own. Turning his head, staring at Sage for a moment, he precariously leaned forward, pressing his lips to Sage's, keeping them there for only a second. "Night," he said quietly, pressing another small kiss to Sage's lips before pulling back, exhaling, and closing his eyes.
Sage almost never cuddled. He’d never been in a relationship where it actually required him to be that close to someone. Instead he had always been in a make-out, shag and go relationship and before now that had worked for him. He didn’t trust people, and although right now he didn’t trust Westly that much, cuddling was something he still found he was able to do. He smiled and allowed his eyes to shut fully as he shifted against Westly a little more, holding him tighter when he felt the hand comb through his hair. The feeling of Westly’s hands running through his hair making him shiver just gently. He knew there was no way in hell he was getting aroused again, but it did feel good. “Babe it is then,” he replied with a half smile. Sage had always been one for nicknames, liking to call people ‘love’ or ‘doll’ or some other term. But Babe wasn’t one he used and now he was glad for it, now he had something special to call Westly. “I’m sure something will spring up,” he replied before shrugging. “If I had a different middle name I’d offer for you to call me that, but Gregory is not something I want to be thinking about,” he said with a grimace, forcing all thoughts of his father out of his mind.
Sage shimmied a little bit, managing to get the covers out from underneath them with a bit of trouble before pulling them up over his shoulder. Removing his glasses and setting them on the side table, he smiled into the soft chaste kiss, and the one that followed before tucking his head into the crook of Westly’s shoulder again. His eyes closed and his breathing slowing down as the moments past. “Night,” he said his voice soft. He really was tired, it’d been an emotional day for the both of them. He was sure it wasn’t even late, but right now, all he wanted to do was sleep safely in Westly’s arms.