And frankly, that’s what Westly was concerned about. There was still the possibility that Sage could up and change his mind next week, and although Westly didn’t voice this worry, he was sure it was known. Despite the fact that he had been so hesitant to believe Sage in the first place, he was here now and fully willing to stay for as long as this worked between them. If Sage got bored or if he decided that the chase was actually more fun, Westly didn’t think he’d be able to look at him quite the same way. He wanted Sage to be sure, he wanted himself to be sure, but right now he tried to force those thoughts out of his mind, choosing rather to focus on the heat of their bodies and the way their lips fused together.
The fact that Sage was loud turned him on. Sometimes Westly enjoyed it when everything was quiet and calm, but right now, knowing that he was having such an effect on the boy made his blood boil, making his whole body seem to be on simmering coals. It was as if he wanted to reach deep inside Sage, reach a place no one had ever touched before. When the time came he wanted to go deeper, wanting to breach him emotionally and make him feel like he wasn’t making a mistake. If this didn’t work out, if this one time ended badly, Westly didn’t know what would happen. That’s why he was sure he had to give it his all, which really wasn’t going to be hard with the way Sage was holding onto him. Groaning against the side of Sage’s neck when he felt legs tighten around him even more, Westly pushed down, feeling his erection strain against the fabric of his pants.
Breathing was getting to be more and more difficult as time passed by, especially when Sage was touching his chest like that, all tentatively, as if he pressed much harder Westly would break beneath his fingertips. He moaned as Sage’s fingers rubbed across his nipples, the feeling emphasized because each sense seemed to be ten times more sensitive. “Good,” he said, leaving it at that, not wanting to say anymore than he had to. As Sage removed his shirt, Westly ran his hands over the smooth skin, looking at it for the first time, really. He leaned forward and attached his lips to Sage’s collarbone, and even though it was uncomfortable and prevented Sage from undoing his pants the rest of the way, Westly had to taste the skin just a little bit before they did anything else.
Reluctantly he moved back, his lips red and his hands wrapping around the waistband of Sage’s pants. He knew from experience that Sage wasn’t wearing any boxers, which he really appreciated right now. He continued to move back and pull simultaneously until the garment was off completely, and Westly threw them to the side, looking down at Sage’s naked body. There was so much he wanted to do, he didn’t even know where to begin. Figuring that where he was would work, he slowly leaned down and pressed his lips to Sage’s ankle, his hands massaging the boy’s legs very gently. He wanted to take his time but he also just wanted to get on with it, and he was torn in two, unable to choose one over the other. Really Sage would be the deciding factor, since Westly wanted to do what the other boy wanted. Vocalizing that, however, was probably going to be difficult.
Sage was sure, he was almost one hundred percent sure he wanted this. The only thing that was holding him back was fear, and the fact that at the heart of it he was a pessimist. He never believed anything good would happen and it was a depressing outlook on life, but it was a good one. It allowed him to be realistic and see the world with cynical eyes, seeing things that he would otherwise gloss over simply because he wanted to ignore them. He didn’t allow himself to do that. He knew that if the two of them did this and then they broke up, their friendship would probably be irreparable and he was willing to take that risk, but was a close call.
Quiet during sex had always unnerved him, and it had made him work harder wanting to bring some sort of noise out of the other person. He figured that he was loud usually to make up for the lack of noise in other peoples areas, but when someone else was loud, he loved it. He loved knowing that he was causing those noises and that he could bring them up. He’d always loved fast, passionate sex and he’d never really had the chance to explore something else. Slow had always made him nervous, and usually he made a mockery of it instead of actually putting himself into it. He heard the groan and his legs tightened again, pressing up against Westly, feeling his erection against his own and it felt good.
Sage’s breath was coming in short, sharp pants that seemed to heat up the air around him and infuse it with energy as he swallowed again, licking his lips. He didn’t reply to Westly, instead exploring his skin, pressing a little more. His hands ran up across the strong shoulders and down his arms and back up again, one hand wrapping around the back of his neck and sliding into his hair and the other danced along the contours of the muscles in his back. He groaned louder than before when he felt the hands run across his skin and the lips attach to his collarbone, one hand tightening in Westly’s hair.
He watched as Westly’s features blurred until he was nothing more than colours running together and it was beginning to give him a headache, the way his eyes kept on trying to focus on the other man, but he ignored it, feeling the hands run down his sides and then hook through his pants and pull them down. He swallowed as he felt the cool air hit his heated skin causing him to break out into goose pimples. He bit his lip, sucking it into his mouth for a moment before releasing it with a gasp when he felt a kiss to his ankle. He was sure no one had ever touched him there; perhaps there were still a few things he could learn about sex still. He relaxed against the bed, tilting his head to the side slightly wanting to see Westly. He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment before letting out a rueful chuckle. “I can’t see you,” he said softly closing his eyes deciding something. He reached out, sliding beneath his and pulled out his glasses deftly unfolding them and sliding them onto his nose. The room came into sharp focus as he relaxed back onto the bed, allowing Westly to do whatever he wanted, slow or rushed Sage would welcome it.
Westly was a realist, although that didn’t necessarily make him a pessimist. Logic and history explain most things, and one of the only things he didn’t base on logic was infatuation. The heart could never really be explained, no matter how much the mind wanted to control it. Even now he wondered how far he and Sage would go and if they would be hateful towards each other afterwards, or normal. He hoped they’d be the kind of couple to never really stop being a couple, the kind that always met occasionally with the hopes of rekindling their old flame, but he knew time would have to tell. Perhaps he was a pessimist if he was already thinking of their ending before their true beginning, but he just liked being prepared.
Sex was different for each person; some people talked and some didn’t, some people liked it hard and fast while some people enjoyed it slower and tame. Westly didn’t know how Sage wanted it, but Westly was going to give it to him. This one time could be however the other wanted it, even if it wasn’t Westly’s first choice. At the moment he desired slow and hard shag, staying inside of Sage as long as possible. He remembered Sage’s favourite position as being on his back, and that’s what he definitely knew he was going to do.
The more Sage panted, the quicker Westly worked at disrobing the boy. He made sure Sage was completely stark naked before his eyes roamed over the expanse of skin, watching as the chest flushed and heaved with each breath. It was tantalizing and he couldn’t resist reaching out and touching the skin gently with the pads of his fingers. He was almost mimicking Sage’s movements, his own breathing become erratic, Sage’s fingers eliciting a small gasp form Westly’s lips. Sage’s hands felt so good on his body, like he was trying to explore every dip and curve, and Westly welcomed it, wanting the boy to map out every inch of him, just how he wanted to do the same thing to Sage later on.
Westly was oblivious to Sage being unable to see so he just continued what he was doing, kissing the boy’s ankle then moving slowly do run his tongue along his Achilles heel. He barely heard the sharp gasp, so caught up in his own world, wanting to give Sage one of the best experiences he could. He did hear the voice, however, and he glanced up with his brow furrowed. “What?” he asked, unable to keep from smiling at the rather apologetic chuckle. Westly sat on his knees, wondering what Sage was talking about, but smirked as he saw the boy put his glasses on. In a way that comforted Westly, that Sage was comfortable enough to wear his glasses in one of the most intimate acts possible. Then again, he wasn’t sure how intimate this was with how often the two of them had done it— respectively of course. Westly waiting until Sage was relaxed once more before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the pad of Sage’s foot, his fingers running over the skin very gently. He didn’t know if Sage was ticklish, but even if he was it had just been a ghost of fingertips so he didn’t think it would make him laugh. He tilted his head to the side and began to press kisses up Sage’s ankle, focusing on random spots on the boy’s calf, his fingers dancing on the skin in his wake.
Sage had never been in this sort of a relationship, so he didn’t know what kind he wanted. He wasn’t even aware that there were different kinds other than the typical, meet, talk, date, kiss, hug, sex and then either break up or get married. To him relationships were an unknown, something he had no experience with and that was unusual for him. All he knew right now was that breaking up –assuming they were dating – would potentially devastate him at this point and he couldn’t handle a second blow so soon after the one a week ago. He was already acting out of character and he didn’t like it, and he was trying to stop but each time he saw Westly it was a reminder and he wished they would stop.
Finally Sage was on the same page as Westly, he wanted slow and hard – wanted to feel every inch of the other boy slowly sliding into him, finally. He wanted to gasp and moan until he came in an explosive orgasm that left him shaking and breathless. That almost never happened to him – it was hard to find someone who could do that to him and he only hoped that Westly could. All he knew was that he was staying right where he was, ready to wrap arms legs and whatever remained of his soul around the other boy and hold on.
He felt the fingers touch his skin softly, as if he were some sort of delicate create ready to break at the slightest touch. Part of him felt cherished, but the other part felt agitated, wanting to get to the sex so he could begin to heal. He was sure that if Westly actually went all the way then it would begin the processes, it wouldn’t stop the ache but it would help to sooth it for the moment. However, he forced himself to do no more than press his fingers against Westly’s skin a little more, exploring him and arch up into the touch on his skin. He heard the gasp and he moaned softly in return, his eyes half closed and head tilted so he could see the other man.
He groaned when he felt the tongue touch his ankle, the motion unknown and yet not completely odd. He didn’t know what the other man was going for, but he stayed where he was, not asking any questions, instead just welcoming each touch with a motion of his own, pressing into the touches gently. He blinked a couple of times as the world focused around him, his eyes finally taking in sight of Westly and it caused him to whimper in the back of his throat. The other man looked divine sitting there, lips swollen and hair mussed, watching him with those dark eyes and small smirk on his face. He moved a hand, trailing fingers down his cheek gently tracing the line of his cheekbone up to smooth a thumb across his eyebrow. He trailed fingers down his jaw line before tracing the swollen bottom lip, his hand twisting to rub a thumb across the same skin, his eyebrows drawn together in slight concentration.
After a few moments of gently running fingers across the man’s face he relaxed back against the bed before he chuckled softly when he felt the kiss against the pad of his foot and the fingers trail. He wasn’t ticklish – he really wasn’t ticklish anywhere – but he was sensitive as most people were and it caused him to squirm slightly. He kept his eyes on Westly as the other man began to trail kisses up the side of his calf and he swallowed, biting on his bottom lip. “You can…,” He began only to stop again and take a deeper breath. “You can go faster if you’d like,” he offered not sure what Westly was aiming for.
Westly knew that everything was sort of up in the air. Tonight and how they acted afterwards was going to determine the shape and form of their relationship- assuming they were going to start one. As far as Westly was concerned, he was all in. He committed almost one-hundred percent in relationships, giving all of himself, even with the knowledge that he probably wasn’t going to get that much back. In the end that usually made him the one getting hurt, but if that had to be the case this time then he had no problem with taking that on. He didn’t know this would end, but neither did Sage, and Westly just hoped that they’d have a real beginning.
For Westly, sex was never the same twice. Each time it was different and with each new person it was different. Sometimes he could go a second time, even a third if he rested a bit, although there were times when he just enjoyed lazing around and contenting himself with the afterglow of his orgasm. It all really depended on the person, and with the way he was feeling towards Sage right now, it could really go either way.
It was hard to say why Westly was going so slow at the moment, touching Sage like a delicate sculpture, as if he would break at just the slightest pressure. His libido told him to hurry it up, but for the moment he really just wanted to touch every single patch of skin. He could feel Sage’s muscles quiver beneath his fingertips, and he didn’t know what that meant, he only knew that it was addictive. He didn’t know Sage needed the sex, and if he did he would be a little worried. Maybe it was just Sage’s way with coping with it, but if Westly knew, he’d be a lot more hesitant about going through with it. What if it was just a sign for how Sage only needed a shag to get it out of his system… but then wanted nothing else? It would be fitting for him to turn the wheels on Westly like that, but Westly hoped against Merlin it wasn’t the case.
Hearing the whimper, Westly looked up and saw Sage’s half lidded eyes, the way his mouth was slightly parted and Merlin if that didn’t make him shiver with need. He was so tempted to just undo the button on his trousers and touch himself, but he knew that if he could be patient just this once, it would pay off. Sage’s finger made him stop breathing, the way he smoothed over his eyebrow, touching him where no one else really had. It was strange to think, but no one ever really focused on Westly’s face; they were always too busy with his chest or abdominals, nearly no one touched his face even though it affected him the most… Or at least right now that was the case.
He looked up, eyes covered by fringe, and frowned for a moment. He stared at Sage for a few seconds, finally smirking deviously and climbing his way up Sage’s body so he was face to face with him once more. “Fuck it, you’re right,” he said before chuckling, bringing his lips down to Sage’s immediately, groaning into the kiss, his hands roaming wildly over the boy’s stomach and chest, his shoulders and his arms. He wanted to hold Sage’s hand for that one moment, but he didn’t know how the other would take it, so he just left his hands gripping the boy’s wrists, his groin rolling at a fluid rhythm. He was still wearing pants, but right now he did not want to be separated from Sage’s mouth.
Sage was in as well, there were very few times he actually put fourth the effort into something like this, but when he decided his mind on something he would give it his all. As was probably obvious from the sheer detail he put into the courting aspect of this. He hoped that it would last, he would try to make it last and he hoped that he could trust Westly again. It was agony, that small voice in the back of his head nagging to pull back before it was too late, but he kept on ignoring it, not wanting to give in and wanting to make sure that he didn’t get hurt again. He wasn’t going to get hurt, he didn’t think Westly would do that to him. He hoped he didn’t at least.
Slow had been something that he had never really been able to handle that well. Even now it was making him slightly antsy and part of that probably had to do with the fact that he needed sex right now. He needed to know that Westly was going to do this and wasn’t going to walk away. It was a defense mechanism for him and he was in full defensive mode right now. He wasn’t going to let Westly know of course, that would probably not go over well and would result in another fight. Even though the touches felt good, he needed something more, more passion and less love right now. Perhaps later he could begin to appreciate the slower side of things, but now was not the time.
Sage smirked as well when he noticed the devious smile and watched with a slightly amused look as Westly moved up, until he was hovering above him face to face. “Good,” he managed to get out the rest of his sentence cut off as Westly kissed him suddenly and he groaned. He opened his mouth until the kiss automatically, a tongue snaking out to tangle with Westly’s his own hands moving in a parody of Westly’s. His fingers traced the defined abdominals before dropping down about to undo the buttons on his pants when his wrists were suddenly held and moved, pinning his arms to bed. He was about to complain when all of a sudden he felt hips roll down against his, a cloth covered erection meeting his skin and his legs wrapped around Westly’s waist automatically, holding the boy tight against him as he rolled his hips back up.
He pulled back from the kiss for a moment. “You need to,” he managed to get out before the desire to kiss him overwhelmed him and he kissed Westly fiercely for a few moments before pulling back to finish his sentence. “Need to be naked,” he finished even though he didn’t move to tug his hands out of Westly’s grasp, obviously waiting for the man to do it by himself.
Westly was always sort of aware when it came to his friends’ feelings. He disliked hurting them in any way, which was why he was so shocked to hear that all the times he had turned down Sage, he had inadvertently hurt the boy. It hadn’t been intentional, and now that he knew he would try not to do it again. Of course, everyone could make mistakes, he wasn’t perfect, so he knew that he’d probably do something in the future that would hurt Sage, but he would never knowingly do it. Westly took things like this seriously and he didn’t want to push Sage even further away. He could feel some of his muscles becoming tense, but Sage was kissing him back so Westly just assumed he wanted this, despite what some of what his body- or mind- was telling him.
If there was one thing he knew he would never get tired of it would be kissing Sage. He knew what he was doing and he was confident, which aroused Westly to no end. He tilted his head to the side and breathed deeply through his nose, sucking on Sage’s tongue gently, pulling it between his lips. His hips rolled down again and he felt Sage’s legs wrapped around his waist, which only made the friction more amazing. When Sage pulled away from the kiss Westly allowed himself to breath, almost not catching what he was saying. He barely said anything, however, before Westly found himself being kissed and he easily returned it, getting so caught up that he frowned when Sage pulled back again. Although, when he heard the boy he nodded fervently, letting go of Sage’s wrists to unbutton his trousers, quickly pushing his pants and underwear down and off. He flicked them both to the side and turned back to Sage, practically pouncing on him.
His fingers gripped the boy’s hips and he began moving his hands all along Sage’s thighs, rubbing and massaging. He quickly wrapped Sage’s legs around his waist again, feeling their erections touch and he groaned much louder than before. “Fuck,” he breathed, lowering his head to nibble and suck at Sage’s collarbone, remembering from before. He rolled his hips again, not wanting to come but unable to help himself from the pleasure, and he elicited another groan. He lifted his head and raised it to Sage’s ear, darting his tongue out to lick at the skin beneath his earlobe. “What do you want?” he asked, “do you want me to finger you first,” he said quietly, his hand slowly moving down before he cupped a cheek, “or rim you?” Westly circled his tongue around Sage’s neck for emphasis, waiting for a response.
Sage wouldn’t hold the times Westly turned him down against him. There was no way the other boy could’ve known the feelings Sage had been harbouring. He was good at hiding those sorts of things from everyone, regardless of how close he was to them. He just wasn’t like that, he probably also wouldn’t hold other times that were bound to happen in the future. He doubted Westly would ever do it to be intentionally mean, there probably was some sort of behind the scenes problem or something like that that he had missed and surely it would be explained to him. No doubt about it, Sage would probably do something as well, something just as unintentional. Neither of them wanted to do anything to the other, but they were stubborn, and had their faults and they were bound to come out at some point.
A groan fell from his lips as his tongue was sucked into the hot cavern of Westly’s mouth, and his legs tightened as he pushed up into the kiss as best as he could, wanting more and more and more. He moaned softly when Westly pulled back, pushing himself up onto his elbows to watch almost hungrily, licking his lips. He remembered the last time he had seen Westly’s cock and had sucked him off. Blowjobs were a specialty of his, he liked them, was good at them and always knew exactly how to make it ten times better. He licked his lips again, beginning to debate the possibilities of sucking Westly off instead of fucking before suddenly he was pinned back against the bed and fingers were gripping at his hips.
His head dropped back with a groan as he felt hands rubbing over his skin and he tightened his legs around Westly’s waist as direction. He felt the slide of their erections against each other and his back arched as a small cry fell from his lips, one arm going to be thrown over his eyes, and his head turned, teeth sinking into the flesh in his arm gently as whimpers and moans fell from his lips with increasing frequency. His other hand curled into the hair at the back of Westly’s neck, gripping a little tighter. He felt shivers run down his spine with each press of teeth against his collarbone, the area sensitive but thankfully Westly hadn’t found his main points, yet at least. He turned his head slightly, a perfect imprint of his teeth in his arm as he swallowed, a surge of arousal running through his body even though he’d experienced both of those things numerous times before. “Both,” he said rolling his hips down into the hand on his arse before up into Westly’s groin. “Oh, Merlin,” he said in a reverent whisper when he felt the tongue on his neck. “Fuck, both, please,” he said almost begging, unashamed by his behavior.
And as much as he hadn’t wanted to admit it, the blowjob Sage gave him had been enjoyable. Of course it had been, it had probably been the best one he’d ever received. Westly was just very frugal when it came to giving out compliments, especially if he wasn’t with the person he was currently with. Now, however, he wanted to compliment Sage on every single thing he did, the way he kissed and touched, the way he arched so beautiful against him, Westly could only imagine how he would act once they began actually shagging. Merlin, just the idea was giving him shivers and he knew that he had to kiss Sage back much more forcefully.
“How can I not?” he breathed quickly, quickly pressing his lips back to Sage’s, kissing him fervently and feverishly, if only for a few moments. His hand continued to cup Sage’s arse, massaging lightly and he ran his finger over the perineum, making sure to tease the boy before anything else. He could lie there stroking all day if he knew he wouldn’t get blue balls, but just seeing him like this was making him painfully hard. However, a certain desire was falling over him, nothing he had ever felt before, and he suddenly felt a strong longing to make Sage feel better than ever before. Westly pulled back from the kiss and smirked seductively before slowly pulling Sage’s legs from around his waist. “Turn over and get on your knees,” he said in a purr, his hand stroking the boy’s inner thigh, his fingers never actually touching his erection. As Sage turned Westly reached down for his wand, keeping it ready for what was happening next. He hadn’t done this in a while, but the times he had he had enjoyed it, and the other person definitely had.
Sage had always been one for complements and telling people if they were doing something right. He just felt that in order for him to get the full benefit of whatever was happening to him at the time, the person in question needed to know exactly what was going on. It only made sense after all. However, at other times there really was no need for words and so he settled for moans and groans of appreciation, allowing the other person full control over his body. He didn’t mind it, sometimes it was a little fun to be out of control.
Sage didn’t bother to reply to Westly, not able to think of a good reason, and the fact that he was being kissed suddenly and fervently made it hard for him to do anything but respond. He could feel the hand on his arse and he was writhing slightly on the bed, trying to move Westly’s fingers to where he wanted them to be. He groaned when he felt the finger run over the sensitive skin of his perineum and he shuddered, feeling the finger repeat the motion causing his legs to shake slightly from their tight hold around Westly’s waist. He tangled his other hand into Westly’s hair, tilting his head to the side and speeding up the kiss to an almost frevies pace until Westly pulled back. Sage whimpered a little bit in disappointment, reluctantly moving his legs even though the fingers on his inner thigh made him want to just grab himself and jerk off as fast as possible.
He smirked however, when he heard Westly’s words and did as he was told, rolling onto his stomach and removing his glasses. Placing them to the side, he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, situating himself a little bit before he dropped his torso to the bed. He turned his head to the side, resting it in his forearms, unable to see Westly. He shifted once more, spreading his knees, completely unashamed of how he was as he closed his eyes, his body tense in anticipation.
In the three years Westly had been sexually active, he had only been “out of control” twice. He had bottomed his first time, as well as his second, but ever since then he always chose to be on top. Over the summer he would allow himself to get fingered occasionally, but he just preferred being on top; no one had ever really blew his mind when the positions were switched. He knew that there was something exciting about it, since Sage and loads of other blokes like it, he just never found out what that was and was content with it being just so. He could think of nothing else he’d rather do than get inside of Sage.
The air was hot and thick around them and Westly had to inhale deeply just to get a good breath. He didn’t know if the door was locked, but at this point he didn’t care. Anyone could walk in, but he’d continue, in fact he’d make sure that the person knew Sage was now his. If they were dating he didn’t want anyone else kissing or fucking Sage, especially if this feeling he was experiencing was the same for Sage. He wasn’t normally a jealous person, and he wouldn’t care if Sage hung out with the people he used to sleep with, Westly just didn’t want the other person thinking they could try anything funny.
Westly waited patiently as Sage rolled onto his stomach, watching all of the boy’s movements with a keen eye. He definitely liked what he saw, the toned muscles all over Sage’s body made him whimper with need, and as he turned over, Westly’s eye caught sight of the tattoo. Immediately he reached out with his hands, running his fingers over the skin. He knew Sage had one, but he hadn’t seen it up close yet, and it was positively brilliant. He took a few moments to admire it, but then he realised Sage was pushing his arse up in the air, and Westly really couldn’t refuse that either. With his wand he performed a quick, standard cleaning spell, throwing it to the side and hearing it clatter to the floor. He leaned forward and placed both of his hands on Sage’s arse, massaging and caressing until the skin was slightly red from the contact. In another circumstance Westly would’ve teased Sage a little bit more, but considering how hard they both were, he decided to just get on with the show. Closing the space between them, Westly leaned down to press a kiss to his pucker, tongue licking a stripe over him before Westly’s tongue fitted into his entrance, curling around the walls and thrusting.
Moving his tongue inside him, he decided that he'd discover a little more before he started fingering him. Westly wanted to discover which part of him made him feel the most, which side of him was the most sensitive to his tongue. This would be important information for later.
Sage preferred to bottom, he never knew why he did. It was just something that he had discovered over the years and so he had accepted it. He wasn’t one of those people who thought bottoming meant that he was the ‘girl’ he was just too lazy to do the work to top. He would much rather just lay there on his back, stomach, side or whatever and let the other person do the work. He just liked the feeling, the slight burn that came with the initial penetration and everything else that came with it. If he did want to do some work, he’d ride them or actually top. Sadly enough, most people thought he preferred to top and nine times out of them that was what he had to do when he had sex, but then again it made the times when he did bottom even more special.
Sage’s hair was beginning to stick to his forehead and his skin was prickling where the heat of the room caused him to break out in a fine sheen of sweat causing his skin to shine gently and his palm to feel clammy. He licked his eyes, gasping against, his lungs not getting enough air but right now he didn’t care. He swallowed, his throat a little bit dry and his eyes for one brief moments flickered to the door wondering if it was locked, but then he found he didn’t care. His roommates had seen him having sex before – he wasn’t ashamed and they could probably hear them so what was the point in anything.
He felt the hands begin to run over the tattoo on his side and he shivered again, relaxing slightly so he was comfortable, content to just sit there for now. He shifted with anticipation when he felt the cleaning spell before groaning when he felt hands touch his arse and begin to squeeze and massage. He shivered again, arousal beginning to build at a faster pace, his erection almost painfully hard, but he wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world. He was biting his bottom lip slightly, allowing his eyes to close for a moment before they flew open when he felt the first press of lips against his entrance and then a tongue wetting the skin there and it was already enough to make him moan loudly. He swallowed back another moan, a shiver running down his spine when he felt the tongue suddenly press inside and he cried out, a hand fisting into the covers as he pushed back, obviously wanting more and more.
Very few people were willing to rim, and although it wasn’t his favourite, the action was welcome at any time. Sage’s body began to tremble a little bit when the tongue continued to move, thrusting and licking, moving around inside of him. Moans fell from his lip, getting louder each time Westly’s tongue scraped over the rim and he pushed back a little more, wanting more. “Fuck, merlin more,” he cried out, his voice echoing around them.
Westly rarely contemplated what it’d be like to bottom with someone good; he just preferred to top. He knew that Sage favored being on the bottom, he found that out through the journals, but he wondered if it would ever switch. He wasn’t totally against bottoming, but based on past experiences, he just didn’t come as hard or… at all, even. His first time had been rather miserable, but again he knew that Sage was much better and much more experienced at that kind of thing. Westly didn’t wan to put a definite no on it yet, but he knew that if they did switch it around, it probably wouldn’t be that fun just because of how careful they’d have to be. Westly would basically be as tight as a virgin so it would be easy to get hurt.
The way sweat was slowly glistening over Sage’s body, Westly wanted to just lean down and lick it all up, taste every inch of his skin. However, he knew that it would only come in time and now was not the time. The thought of spending a day lazing around, just kissing Sage all over made Westly feel slightly warm… and it was strange. He shook his head slightly and focused his vision back on Sage, seeing the boy glance towards the door. “I want people to see me with you,” he said quietly, leaning forward and allowing himself to lick at the nape of Sage’s neck, moaning into the skin. Feeling the shiver, Westly grinned, his nails scraping the skin very gently. He still hadn’t found where Sage was most sensitive, but he knew he’d find it eventually. Westly did know Sage had a sensitive scalp, although he would have to learn how to use that to his advantage. Running his hands up Sage’s back, his fingers dancing across the spine, Westly slowly trailed his hands up until they were tangled in Sage’s hair, pulling forcefully, wondering just how loud Sage could get. He let go of Sage’s head as he focused more on the boy’s arse, his tongue currently inside. He was never spectacular at rimming, but just the fact that he did it meant quite a lot. Pushing as far as he could go, he practically buried his face in Sage’s arse, wanting to go deeper and give him as much pleasure as possible. He could feel Sage pressing back and really, that just wanted Westly to pull out and fuck him right there.
His hands moved from holding Sage’s arse to massaging the boy’s thighs, his fingers kneading the muscle. Westly pulled out and inhaled deeply, getting slightly dizzy from going so long without breathing. As he rested for a moment he saw that Sage was actually trembling and he definitely wanted more. “More?” he purred, his voice slightly shaky. Slowly he got back down, pressing his tongue into Sage’s entrance once more, but this time he added in a finger, crooking it to the side. Sliding his finger until Sage practically sucked in all of him, he began search for Sage’s spot, knowing that while he might not find it with his tongue, he certainly had a better chance with his finger.
“You’re so tight around my tongue,” he whispered, not really knowing how Sage felt about dirty talk but not really giving a damn anyways. He was aroused and Sage was doing it all. In fact, Westly was almost certain that he could come without getting any sort of contact, as long as he watched Sage writhe and moan beneath him. Thrusting with his tongue a few more times, Westly finally pulled it out and replaced it with his finger, his spit now coating Sage’s entrance and slowly traveling down the boy’s leg. Sex was indeed messy, but Merlin was it amazing. “Want another?” he asked quietly, but didn’t bother to wait for a response as he slowly slid in another finger, crooking them then scissoring them, wanting to stretch Sage but also make him feel brilliant.
“If you want people to see us lets move to the Great Hall,” Sage replied a little breathily from the heavy air and the fact that the thought turned him on even more. He’d always been a bit of an exhibitionist, and it showed in the completely disregard for toning down his public display of affections. He’d been in trouble more times than he could count for being caught doing something in public and really he didn’t care. If Westly told him to drop to his knees and suck him off in the middle of the great hall tomorrow, chances are he would do it without a second thought. And just the thought made him squirm a little more, his mouth dropping open slightly as he moaned, images flashes behind his eyes.
His teeth sunk into his arm again as he felt the nails against his skin gently and as long as Westly kept away from his hip bones and his palms he would be fine for now. He’d be able to, hopefully, hold off until they were actually shagging so he could come into one explosive orgasm. He shivered when he felt the fingers dancing up his spine, his teeth digging a little deeper, the small flash of pain enough to ground him. However, everything was moot when the hand tangled in his hair and pulled. Pleasure intermingled with pain crossed his body as his back arched and his head moved with the hand, a loud cry – almost a scream – fell from his lips, his body shaking almost uncontrollably. He continued to moan loudly, the combination of the hand in his hair and the tongue in his arse pushing him closer to the edge and he really wasn’t sure he was going to make it to the shagging at his point.
He whimpered in disappointment when the hand in his hair disappeared leaving behind a tingling sensation but the tongue in his arse was almost enough to make up for it as he continued to push back against Westly, his fingers curled into the covers and his body shaking with the force of holding back. He let out a shaky groan when Westly pulled back and he nodded his head. “More…faster…harder…more,” Sage managed to get out in broken sentences. Everything was ten times more intense than it usually was and it was causing his body to tremble and shake. He could feel the ache growing inside of him, the hollow feeling in his arse demanding something, a tongue, a finger, a fist or a cock, just something. His thoughts were answered when he felt the finger press into him, along with a tongue.
He could feel the finger moving inside of him and twist, searching for the one spot and he dreaded and welcomed at the same time. He bit the covers hard, muffling the groan that came out when he heard Westly speak before he turned his head and gasped. “More…goddamnit more,” he said, his voice breaking in the middle as he hooked his fingers behind his head, tugging on his hair slightly as he fought to regain control and was beginning to fail. He felt Westly pull back and the finger twist, sweat or spit running down his thigh and he didn’t care as he nodded his head fervently at the question. “More,” he moaned again, his vocabulary reduced to short words demanding more of the pleasure spiking through his body. He felt the second finger slide in and begin to stretch and twist and the month and a half without sex was making everything that much more intense.
“Fuck me, oh fucking Merlin just fuck me already,” he said his hips rolling, pressing back against the fingers, fucking himself on them as he swallowed. Suddenly it was like a thousand and one sparks were shooting up and down his spine. He was sure he was seeing stars. Westly’s fingers had grazed his prostate and it was all his body could handle and he suddenly came with a small scream of pleasure before it was muffled as his face was pressed against the covers and his body contracted and relaxed. His nerves went haywire, signals crossing each other turning him into one writhing mass of confusion, not sure what to think or what to do except to press back against those fingers even more, never wanting it to end.
“I have no problem with that, I’ll fuck you right on top of the Slytherin table,” he replied in a whisper, his voice dropping to a purr and then even lower, almost so low it couldn’t be more than just a mumble of syllables strung together. Westly was comfortable in his sexuality and who he was, and he usually wasn’t this possessive at all but something was coming over him. The idea of slamming into Sage, making him moan and arch and press back against him, all while the Great Hall watched, his made his hairs stand on end. “But we’ll leave that for tomorrow, and the next day,” he said, knowing that after this he really wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself, especially not when Sage would be looking at him with those pouty lips just perfect for sucking cock.
Just because Westly had found one of Sage’s spots didn’t mean that he would be satisfied. Oh no, he knew that he wouldn’t stop until he discovered every single spot on Sage’s body that made him tremble and sweat and beg to be fucked. Westly wanted to be that guy, to show Sage one, two, three more hot spots, wanted to show him just how amazing it could be with someone who cared, but most of all, he wanted to push past every one of Sage’s limits, pressing him until he had the most intense orgasm of his life. As his hands tangled in Sage’s hair Westly groaned audibly from the scream falling from Sage’s lips, the sound pure ecstasy, making his cock twitch. His erection was now taut against his stomach, a pearly drop of precome on his tip. At this point, Westly wasn’t completely sure Sage would be able to make it to the actually shagging, although Westly was sure that there would be more than one round. Yes, there had to be.
He was hoping that Sage wasn’t too disappointed without the hand in his hair, although with the tongue in his arse, thrusting into him, Westly had to assume he wasn’t too shaken up about it. This was intense, though, Westly had to admit. He hadn’t had sex for quite some time, but the fact that Sage hadn’t shagged someone for more than a month, that was arousing as well, as strange as it was. As Westly stared down at Sage’s arse he desperately wanted to take hold of his cock and move inside, unable to imagine how fucking good it would feel. The heat, the muscles squeezing around him, Merlin it was making him groan and shudder, and that was just the mere thought!
Looking up, Westly spotted Sage biting the sheets and he groaned audibly, imagining himself as the sheets. He wasn’t into pain, but really anything right now could turn him on. And the idea of Sage sucking and biting him, it was incredibly arousing and he really couldn’t help but stroke himself just twice, not nearly enough to make him come, but definitely enough to make him moan with conviction. “Fuck, Sage,” he groaned, leaning down to bite gently at his arse, his finger still moving steadily. Sage’s inner muscles were clenching around him, and Westly barely had to do anything before he was sucked in, making him watch Sage’s arse with rapture. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted, gently but quickly adding a third finger, twisting them and he got so into watching his fingers disappear that he was almost completely forgetting about the actual shag.
“I want,” he said, his voice breathy, “to, Merlin so wanton for me,” he said quietly, unknowing whether or not Sage actually heard him. But then the boy was pushing back and Westly’s heart beat was increasing at an alarming rate. Soon, before he knew it Sage was coming, his arse clenching around the three fingers and his body convulsing in what seemed to be an almost painful orgasm. Westly moaned and although he knew that he could easily come with his right hand, he wanted to fuck Sage, he wanted to get inside there, and if that meant waiting a few moments for Sage to relax and then get it back up again, then so be it. Noticing how Sage seemed to be pushing back onto his fingers, Westly smirked, his chest still heaving. “You’re amazing,” he said, leaning back down to press kisses across Sage’s spine and his lower back, his fingers still very much inside of Sage’s arse. He wouldn’t take his fingers out until Sage told him to do so, and at the moment, he seemed quite keen on keeping them where they were.
Sage groaned at Westly’s words, nodding his head. “Fine, I’ll suck you off in the middle of the great hall,” he replied with a smirk, more images beginning to flash through his mind of the two of them shagging. He could just imagine Westly’s pushing him down over the table, pulling his pants down and just shagging him right through it, all the while whispering filthy things in his ears as everyone watched. He whimpered low in his throat as he nodded his head again, almost giving himself whiplash with the intensity. “Merlin yes,” he said on a moan wanting that to happen – although he highly doubted it actually would. They would get expelled and he doubted Westly would do anything where he could get caught, but even with that thought the other images running through his mind were enough to cause his entire body to tingle with anticipation and would surely fuel his wanking for the next four years.
There were three spots that were guaranteed to get Sage off it they were stimulated hard enough and two of them were innocent in nature. His scalp had been sensitive as a child but back then it had hurt, but now tugging and pulling turned him on, the harder the better. And his palms, Brendan had discovered that one somehow during one of the nights they hadn’t argued and he thanked the boy everyday for it. And his hipbones, oh how he loved it when his lovers would lick and nibble as the small protruding pieces of bones, turning the skin red and making him hotter and hotter with each swipe of a tongue. However, there were also other spots that he liked, his neck, his nipples and inner thighs. But there could be more, and he wanted to be explored, wanted every inch of his body to be covered in bites and licks as Westly searched for more and more. He didn’t doubt the other boy would do it, he was tenacious when he wanted to be and Sage welcomed that with wide open arms and spread legs.
His erection throbbed painfully and he swallowed shifting. He might have to walk around prepared now so he could just drag Westly into a room, shove him flat and ride him during a class because no doubt these thoughts would come back an haunt him over and over again. The pleasure was so intense that Sage had forgotten the fact that Westly had moved his hair, as well as the fact that he hadn’t shagged in over a month making him tighter than before. A month ago a bit of lube and he would’ve been fine, but now, now he needed to be stretched – not carefully, he was beyond carefully – but at least two fingers just to make sure. He continued to move his hips, wanting Westly to grab his hips and pull him back, penetrating him quickly before taking possession of his body roughly, dominating him.
Sage couldn’t see much besides a blur of colours, and even then his vision was worse as black spots began to appear as he held his breath by accident from time to time. He let go of the covers an swallowed, panting, his back and chest moving rapidly as he fought to regain enough air so that he would stay awake, not wanting to pass out yet, later after he had been shagged perhaps, but right now he wanted to continue with each motion and each spark Westly was pulling from him. “Yes, fuck Sage already,” Sage gasped out, the corners of his lips curling into small smirk before it disappeared into another gasp when he felt the third finger press into him and he spread his knees a little more, welcoming the fingers into his body.
He was pressing back against the fingers, wanting to roll over and throw his legs over Westly’s shoulders and slam himself down onto his cock, somehow. He wasn’t sure how but he wanted. “Fuck me,” Sage said once more almost desperate at this point, wanting it more than he had ever wanted it in his life. His mind blanked as he came, unaware of nothing but the immense pleasure coursing through his body causing his muscles to tense and relax, his heart rate to speed up, blood pound in his ears and sweat to prickle across his skin. Suddenly, sadly it was over and his muscles almost gave out, managing to keep himself up by the skin of his teeth.
He pants and moaned, shifting slightly still against the fingers, his body twitching each time the fingers pressed against his prostate causing his over sensitized body to crave more and more. He could feel the kisses along his back, each one leaving a trail of fire in his wake and the words and he smiled, his cheeks heating up a little more. “You too,” he managed to get out into a small whisper. He rose shakily up onto his arms and shifted his body forward feeling the fingers slip out of him and a sudden feeling of emptiness. He turned, flopping like a rag doll, arms and legs akimbo on the bedspread, making minute movements so that Westly was between his legs. That done, he blinked, looking up at Westly’s shape through a fan of lashes and fringe as he bit his bottom lip, chewing on his as he panted, working on regaining his breath.
After a few moments he reached out and managed to tug Westly forward as best as he could, his arms feeling a bit like wet noodles as he spread his legs a little wider, and after a moment drew them up and planted his feet on the bed. He would draw them up against his chest, but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold them up. He swallowed a few times. “Fuck me,” he said plainly, his voice hoarse and cracking slightly. “Fuck me as hard as you can,” he said looking at Westly with an intense look, even with the slightly hazy look from the recent orgasm. He hadn’t gone completely soft and his seventeen year old hormones were already making his erection come back to life.
Westly shivered, his lips bright red and his eyes hazy with lust. “I want you to, but I want you to suck me off under the table, I want everyone to see my face flush and see how hot I get, but not know why. You’ll swallow me and I’ll try to keep a straight face, all the while just wanting to moan and groan and thrust into your warm mouth,” he said, his hands massaging Sage’s skin, unable to keep his hands to himself, “then I’ll fuck you right there, not caring how people look, stroking you at the same time, and then we’ll both come.” Panting heavily Westly bit his lip, watching through half-lidded eyes how Sage nodded fervently, his arse still up the in air. “And then I’ll drag you to the Quidditch locker rooms after games,” he breathed, licking up the crease of Sage’s arse. “We’ll sneak into the showers while they go over plays, and we’ll shag right there, right under their noses,” his imagination was reeling and Westly couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more. Sage was becoming the death of him, and Merlin he never talked this dirty, not with anyone, but for some reason he just wanted to tell Sage every single thing he would do to him. For some reason, Westly wanted to fuck Sage in every bloody room in Hogwarts, mark it as their own, make memories in every nook and cranny.
Already Westly could think of what he would do during the day. At meals he’d run his fingers through Sage’s hair, using his other hand to massage the boy’s thigh and driving him wild. He didn’t want to get caught or given detention, but they were Slytherins and they were snaky for a reason. Robes came in handy, and even though he and Sage didn’t have classes together, it didn’t mean that they couldn’t sneak away during the day. Westly never broke rules, but he found himself pushing his boundaries to be with Sage, to make the boy see how amazing this could be and really it was stupid to be thinking such things while his cock was practically up his arse… but he just couldn’t help it. Westly was determined to make this work, and finding each one of Sage’s erogenous zones would only help things get even more intense when they were together. After this, however, Westly wasn’t sure how much more intense it could get.
Westly really hadn’t been so painfully aroused in a long time. Right now he wanted Sage to feel good, and he could come later. Although, if Sage planned to drag him into a broom cupboard each day and ride him, Westly would really have no problem with that. From now on every time he looked at Sage, Westly would be reminded of this, the way he was so wanton and beginning, the way his arse looked held in the air like it was meant to be in front of Westly’s face. Westly could also tell just how amazing it was going to feel once he got inside of him. Sage’s muscles were tight, they had squeezed around Westly’s fingers in a vice-like grip, something that made Westly dizzy with lust. Sage was far from a virgin, but Westly had known that while maybe there would be the occasional time where he wouldn’t have to prepare Sage at all and they could just start shagging, this time had required it, Sage had needed to be stretched and now Westly wanted nothing more than to plow into that incredible arse.
His vision became slightly blurry as he held his eyes half shut, his lashes making everything look choppy; he could only imagine what it was like for Sage, to have no vision at all, and while it was probably a bit nerve-wracking, each touch was a surprise and that intrigued Westly. He thrust his fingers deep inside Sage, brushing over the boy’s prostate effortlessly, watching as Sage’s body convulsed and shook with each thrust. “Oh, fuck, I want to,” he breathed, leaning forward just a little bit so that his cock rubbed up against the crease of Sage’s arse. He groaned at the contact and controlled himself not to just go ahead and thrust unabashedly, knowing that if he was patient just this fucking once, it would be worth it.
Westly watched as Sage came, the way his face changed to an expression of pure bliss. He could hear the desperation in Sage’s voice, and in all honesty, Westly had been about to line himself up when Sage’s body began trembling, the sheets now soaked with Sage’s come. He let Sage rest for a moment, his body still on fire even as Sage cooled off, and Westly could see his chest heaving wildly, his whole body flushed, his hairs on end. It was even more of a turn on when Sage pressed against his fingers, even after his orgasm he wanted him, he wanted Westly inside of him constantly, and Westly thought that was doable. “Merlin, Sage, you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he said, kissing the boy’s spine once more before Sage turned around, his limbs moving like grass in the wind, moving every which way as he tried to turn around.
As Westly was tugged forward he smirked, watching Sage recover from his orgasm with interest. At the demand Westly groaned, staring right back at Sage, their eye contact intoxicating but so intense Westly felt he had to look away just to breathe. “Yes,” he said, “yes, yes, yes.” Breathing heavily, Westly quickly reached over and pulled out a small bottle, squirting a small amount of liquid on his fingers. Spreading it over his cock he groaned, but stopped himself before he could come from the contact. Staring down at Sage, Westly reached for the boy’s ankles and gently placed them over his shoulders. He scooted forward on his knees, grabbing his erection and lined it up with Sage’s hole, taking a deep breath and looking back up at Sage. As their eyes connected Westly pushed forward, immediately gasping at the tight heat. “Oh, bloody hell,” he said in a quick mumble, unable to wait for Sage to get used to the intrusion before he pushed all the way in, letting out something equivalent to a short scream. “So tight around me,” he choked out, resting his hands on either side of Sage’s head. Taking a moment to breathe as he was fully sheathed inside of Sage, Westly began to slowly pull out, snapping his hips and driving into Sage with pure drive, swirling his hips once he was all the way inside.
Sage gasped at Westly’s words, his eyes wide as he stared unseeingly up at the ceiling, his body moving. “Fuck,” he gasped out. “Fine with me,” he said a moment later with a smirk before it faded as Westly began to speak in that same low, husky voice that send shivers down his spine. “Hard against a wall,” Sage said grinning lazily at the thought, the images flashing through his mind repeatedly. Right now, whatever Westly wanted him to do, whatever position he wanted him in Sage would go without a second thought and he would love every single minute. He knew that tomorrow he would repay the favour and set out making Westly feel as good as he did, perhaps a nice long blow job – keeping him on the edge for at least twenty minutes – after a long build up before letting him come finally. However, right now, now he was selfish and wanted more and he did not care.
The stretch in his arse was welcome, and then he felt the erection rubbing against the crease of his arse and it caused his already tired and sated body to perk up as he pressed back a little more insistently, swallowing back a moan and he nodded his head, not sure why he was. He was sure he was lost control of his body quite some time ago. His body still had minute tremors running through it, making him feel like he had just run a marathon. His legs were already sore from the constant contracting and relaxing and he didn’t know why he was so ready for another round when he had just had the most explosive orgasm of his life, without a hand ever touching his cock. Had his mind been working properly he would’ve been in shock and he wouldn’t have been confused but welcome to the amount of pleasure he was receiving.
Sage chuckled breathlessly. “If it’s anything like what you’re doing to me, then I have an idea,” he replied his voice soft and hoarse, stopping now and then as he had to breathe in deeply, panting still. He relaxed against the bed covers when he finally got onto his back and moaned slightly as the mattress molded around him and comforted his already tiring muscles. He wished he could see Westly and it was at the last moment he remembered his glasses and he reached out, pushing them back onto his face, his eyes automatically drawn to where Westly’s hand was fisting himself, his cock glistening with lube. He groaned, spreading his legs as wide as he could, opening himself up for the other man.
He licked his lips when his legs were draw up onto Westly’s shoulders and his fingers gripped the bedcovers, watching Westly intently, their eyes connected. Suddenly his back arched as he was breached by Westly for the first time. Then suddenly the boy was all the way in, hips pressed against his arse, his cry joining Westly’s in the dim on the room. He was gasping again, his hips moving as he pushed back against the other man, wanton and wanting more and more. He felt Westly draw out and he whimpered before he slammed back into him. Sage screamed again when he felt the hips swivel against his arse, the cock moving, pressing against his prostate causing his body to shake as pleasure ran in a million bursts down his spine, causing his already sensitized body to become even more sensitive.
He could see Westly above him as he raised his arms, fingers curling through thick dark hair and holding on tightly. “Move,” he gasped out before he kissed the other man violently, tongue and teeth working and colliding, wanting more.