He was moving faster, unable to help it and not wanting to stop. It felt good, and that was enough for him. His arse was fine now, the pleasure overriding the pain and Westly was kissing him like there was no tomorrow and it was enough for him. He groaned, raising up until Westly was almost all of the way out before dropping down, a sharp cry falling from his lips from the motion and he nodded his head. “I’m fine,” he gasped out, his hands moving to cup the side of Westly’s face and kissed him back desperately, his motions beginning to become frantic.
A fine sheen of sweat covered his body and he could only hear a roaring in his ears as he continued to move. He kept his eyes open, wanting to watch Westly even though his glasses were slipping down his nose a little bit. Westly was pushing up into him and he was sure it wasn’t comfortable but right now he did not care. He just wanted move. His skin felt feverish and the heat radiating from Westly wasn’t helping him any either as he clenched around Westly, another moan pulled from his lips as he did so. “Fuck,” he cried out, dropping his head down to rest in the junction of Westly’s neck, his back hurting a little bit from the angle as he continued to roll his hips but he ignored it as he wrapped arms around Westly’s shoulders.
The fact that Sage was moving faster was not a bad thing. It definitely was not, especially when his muscles were clenching and unclenching sporadically, causing Westly's fingers to grip Sage's shoulders. "Oh, fuck," he breathed, watching as Sage raised up almost all the way, his hips lingering for a very small second. Westly reached out and held his cock in place as Sage slid back down, letting go once he felt the warm, tight muscles around him again. He barely heard Sage's response, but those two words were enough for him to act. "Good," he said, wrapping his arms around Sage's waist, lifting the boy up as he moved them around, his arms quivering from the strain. He let out a groan as he felt himself slip out of Sage as he placed the boy on the bed, adjusting both of them into a comfortable position. With Sage's back against the bed and his legs hooked around Sage's shoulders, Westly positioned himself once more, slowly sliding into the tight heat.
"You said I could lose control," he purred, dropping his head down to rest on Sage's collarbone. With a quick snap of his hips he thrust forward, a loud cry falling from his lips. "Brilliant," he breathed, beginning to set a pace. He placed his hands on either side of Sage's head, making sure their eyes locked as he looked down. He saw raw need in Sage's eyes and Westly knew the same was reflected in his own. Despite the urge to look away, there was an even stronger desire to keep this up, to keep staring into Sage's eyes as his hips moved, his hips snapping faster and faster.
He was surprised when Westly moved him, of course he shouldn’t be surprised. He was well aware of the other man’s strength, having been moved like this once before. He whimpered when Westly pulled out of him, keenly aware of the loss and he shuddered. He relaxed onto the bed, allowing Westly to maneuver him as he wanted until they were in a similar position to the one the previous night before. He shifted then himself, his legs dropped of off Westly’s shoulders to wrap around his waist the same moment that the other man slide back into him. His back arched with a cry, body welcoming the other man as he shuddered and groaned, eyes fluttering shut for one brief moments before forcing them open again.
“I did didn’t I,” he replied with a coy smile, one hand moving to thread through Westly’s hair, groaning as the other man thrust forward, pleasure coursing through him. The pain was far gone down, his body ready to accept whatever Westly wanted to give. He kept his gaze locked with Westly’s, unable to help himself as his body began to tremble slightly from the force of the thrusts and the pleasure. This shag seemed to be more intense than the previous night, more intimate without the cloak of darkness to hide them a little bit. He bit his lip, his legs tightening around Westly, holding the other man to him as best as he could. “Faster,” he gasped out, tugging Westly down into a hard kiss, the small cut on the side of his mouth pulling and opening again, but once again his ignored it and the way his glasses were being pushed against his face. “Harder.”
Westly's strength was one of his assets in this relationships, since he was sure that he and Sage both had rather high expectations. He hated disappointing anyone and now that he was with Sage, he wanted every time to be greater and more intense than the last. Rays of sunshine poured through the window, hitting Sage's body almost angelically, and that would've been fitting if he wasn't moaning wantonly beneath Westly. He felt the legs drop from his shoulders to around his waist, the grip almost painful. When Sage's body arched it allowed Westly to slip in that much more, his world spinning as Sage's body took him in further.
"Yes, you did," he whispered, groaning at the hand in his hair. He decided to mimic Sage's actions and thread his own fingers through Sage's hair, knowing that it would most likely drive him wild. He balanced his weight on one of his arms, knowing that despite his strength he'd only be able to keep this up for so long. "As you wish," he replied with a smirk on his face, his thrusts beginning to quicken. He groaned out loud before his lips were captured in a fierce kiss, his tongue parting Sage's lips forcefully. He could barely breathe with his hips snapping and all of his moans traveling into Sage, but there was no chance in the world that he would stop his motions. There was a slight pain as their faces mashed together, causing Sage's glasses to cut into Westly's skin, but he could definitely look past that for now. Hearing Sage's command, Westly obliged, finally having to drop his hand from Sage's hair back to the bed so he could thrust even harder.
Sage could feel the heat coming from the open windows and he shifted, the sun making him drowsy, but he welcomed it. He cried out again when Westly seemed to slid in even deeper and he shifted, pressing back as much as he could. The angle wasn’t as deep as it could’ve been, but he wanted the use of his legs to pull the other man against him hard, in an attempt to just keep him inside at all times. He moved his free hand, running down Westly’s chest to tweak a nipple before rubbing his thumb over it, unable to reach the other hot spots he had discovered due to their current position. That would be saved for later.
He felt the hand curl through his hair and tug causing him to cry out loudly, pleasure with a slight bit of pain running through his system. The cry faded into a groan, his chest heaving as he attempt to regain his breath, but the constant feeling of Westly sliding in and out, as well as the occasional tap against his prostate sent him gasping and he shuddered. He kissed back with as much intensity as he could, his mouth parting to Westly’s insistent tongue as he turned his head to the side, deepening the kiss for a few moments before pulling back. He pulled his glasses off quickly, the frames getting in the way down. He moved in for another kiss as his vision blurred and he whimpered in distress as the hand was removed, but then Westly slammed into him and all was forgotten as he screamed, his body trembling as he drew closer to the edge.
Having sex in the morning was not something he usually did at Hogwarts, but now Westly didn't think he'd be able to go without it. He would still occasionally alone, but starting the weekend in Sage's bed-- or his bed with Sage-- was ideal. They had nothing to worry about since it was Saturday, and the two of them could spend the entire day shagging if they wanted to. Westly wasn't exactly sure how much he'd be able to move after this, but it would be worth it. Sage was pulling sensations from him that no one else had and Westly was beginning to thrive on it. As the finger tweaked his nipple he groaned, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. It really was no fair that Sage could make him moan so easily... although, he guessed it was the other way around as well.
Hearing Sage react to him made shivers run up and down his spine, his thrusts increasing in both force and speed. His legs were beginning to get sore, but as long as he kept getting caught up in Sage it wouldn't be a problem. Sage's parting mouth only encouraged Westly further, massaging Sage's tongue with his own, his mouth opening wide. It was a bit hard to breathe so he had to pull back after a few minutes, his lungs beginning to burn. Then Sage screamed and his muscles spasmed in the most delicious way, causing Westly to moan loudly himself. Snaking a hand down their bodies Westly wrapped his hand around Sage's cock, leaning forward and licking the shell of his ear. "Are you close?" he breathed, twisting his hand over the head of Sage's cock as he thrust forcefully.
He wasn’t used to sleeping with someone else, but he was sure he could get used to it. Especially if they got to wake up like they had this morning. He was sure waking up half an hour earlier wouldn’t be a bad thing, they didn’t want to be late every day, just a couple here and there when no doubt the two of them would get caught up in something. He’d had a few marathon sessions in his time, but each of the times he had come, it hadn’t been as intense as it had been now and he was sure that he might get one more round out for the day, even at his age the intensity was too much for him. He repeated the motion, fingers rubbing over the small nub as he raised his head to bite at the side of Westly’s neck, sucking on the skin – wanting to leave a large, very obvious hickey for the world to see.
Squirming, unable to help himself as Westly turned up the intensity he groaned and swallowed, tilting his head to the side, sure that air wasn’t really that needed. He was beginning to get a bit light headed from the lack of oxygen and he didn’t really care. He just wanted to continue this right now, for all of time. He wanted to be on the edge for as long as he could, but he was sure with the way the two of them were going it would only be some time before he came. He cried out again when he felt the hand wrap around his cock and the tongue licking the side of his ear and he turned his head, offering up the side of his neck for Westly. “Fuck yes,” he said his voice breathy as he pressed up with another cry into the hand. It only took a couple more thrusts from Westly, as well as the same motions with his hand and he arched with a scream, coming as his body began to tense and relax.
Westly was often intimate with someone physically even if he wasn't emotionally. He was always affectionate and spending the night with lovers was something he did often in the summer. Of course he had to be careful with his parents, but he always preferred for his conquests to miss him as much as possible when they left. Maybe it was arrogance, but well... he was arrogant so there really was no problem there. As Sage continued the motions Westly began to breath more heavily, his chest heaving wildly. It was only when Sage actually bit his lips when Westly cried out, tilting his head to the side and pressing against the lips. He usually wasn't too keen on hickeys on his neck, but with Sage he wanted there to be one, and he wanted everyone to see it and be jealous. He was with Sage and no one else. If he could help it.
Westly continued to thrust with a sharp snap of his hips, feeing himself dance along the edge. He knew that despite how much he wanted to stay like this for hours, he wanted and needed come. He needed to see Sage's face lost in rapture. As Sage tilted his head to the side, Westly brought his lips against the unmarked skin, sucking and biting forcefully, wanting to leave a hickey of his own. "Good, then come, come for me," he whispered, feeling himself stagger over the edge, only having to continue his ministrations a few more times before he felt Sage clench around him and he felt Sage coming in his hand. "Yes," he moaned, thrusting into Sage's body only one, two more times before he came, groaning loudly, his movements slowing but not stilling.
Sage didn’t care about most of his lovers, they were there for one reason and one reason only and as soon as they had served that purpose they were gone, a lot of people got annoyed and confused when he kicked them out. But really they needed to learn that the world wasn’t sunshine and puppies and so he had taken it on himself to teach them all about that little motion. He bit a little harder at the smooth skin of Westly’s neck, tasting a faint hint of salt as he licked the skin and sucked. He pulled back after a few moments, seeing the bright red mark, content before he leaned forward again and repeated the motion slightly to the side, wanting to make it bigger and bigger. If he could he’d leave a ring of them around Westly’s neck, almost like a collar so everyone knew that they were together. Not that ti would be hard to forget, especially if they did some of the things they had discussed last night.
He groaned when the lips bit and sucked at his own neck and then the words, whispered in his ear causing him to moan, before pleasure spiked throughout his body and his arms and legs held onto Westly tightly. He was barely aware through the haze of pleasure of Westly’s continuous motions, but he was aware of the sudden added spark of pleasure as the other man brushed over his prostate and he let out another cry of pleasure. He slumped back after a few moments, groaning as he did so, his body trembling through a haze of pleasure as small aftershocks caused muscles to twitch. “Fuck me,” he said softly.
The harder Sage bit the more Westly moaned, all the sensations pouring into one as Westly came. There was no way he could coherently describe the kind of pleasure that took place as he came inside of Sage, knowing that he was filling the boy with himself and giving as good as he received. It was hard to think of all the things he and Sage were going to do, the list was so long and comprehensive, but Westly knew that when it came time to follow through, he would enjoy each second of it.
Sucking on the skin, Westly pulled back, watching as a circle of red took the place of his mouth. He was satisfied for now, but he ultimately knew that he wanted to mark every part of Sage's body; his legs, his arms, his neck, his stomach, all of it was possible and that's what was so wonderful.
Finally his movements stilled and he pulled himself out of Sage, collapsing down next to Sage, conscious not to fall onto the other boy like he had done the previous night. He swallowed and smirked, turning his head to look at Sage. "So needy," he teased, chuckling lightly, knowing that he would never get tired of fucking Sage. Right now he was spent, but tonight, well who knew. "That was amazing," he said, not wanting any kind of pregnant silence to hang in the air.
Very few people were able to draw the sort of reactions out of him that Westly seemed to be doing almost effortlessly. And he was looking forward to everything else that the two of them were going to do. He was going to push Westly into every dark corner he could find so that the two of them could do illicit things to each other in the hopes that other people would watch and be jealous, not that it was hard to find a reason, but they might as well give everyone a general one.
He was the kind of person who would usually charm away any sort of mark on his body, even a hickey. He was that obsessive about his skin. But right now he was going to wear the mark on his neck as a sort of ownership, letting everyone know exactly who he was fucking and what this meant. He was sure he was going to shock some people with how he was sure to act, namely people who thought he didn’t have emotions.
A whimper fell from his lips as Westly pulled out and he sighed, turning his head as he shifted rolling onto his side, his head, looking at Westly with a chuckle. “So?” he asked rolling onto his side, shifting a little closer to the other man so he could see his face a little clearer. He smiled and nodded his head. “Of course it was, it’s me we’re talking about,” he said shifting a little bit further forward, still unsure about a lot of things in his relationship.
As long as Westly's marks didn't go down drastically, Westly had no problem with being pulled into dark corners. He was actually thinking of much riskier situations, situations where it wouldn't be dark or secluded at all. He only wished the two of them were in the same year and had the same classes, Westly knew that he would be able to surprise Sage in all sorts of ways.
"So nothing, I don't mind," he admitted with a chuckle, turning on his side, propping his head up with his hand. After a moment or two Westly looked down at the mess they created, snorting quietly. "One second," he said before sitting up and reaching for his wand, charming the mess away. They weren't completely clean, but at least they wouldn't be sticky any longer. "There," he said, falling back down onto the bed, liking the fact that Sage had gotten so close to him. He didn't realise it was because of his vision, but it wouldn't have mattered anyways. "Of course, how could I forget? I really didn't though," he replied, knowing that they were dancing around the main subject as much as possible.
He was pretty sure that his marks would stay the same, sine he doubted he would lose any of the study time he already had, the small amount that he did. He had decent marks, ones that he was proud of and would open a lot of doors and so he was fine with them. And besides, he wanted to be able to have as much sex as possible, wherever was fine with him. He was a bit of an exhibitionist anyway.
“Good,” he replied, shifting when he began to feel the sticky sensation before it disappeared and he breathed a sigh of relief as he shifted. “Thank you babe,” he said rolling onto his stomach and turning his head towards the other man. “How come I’m always the one who gets messy,” he asked with a small pout even though he knew the reason. He reached a hand out and ran it across Westly’s chest gently, tracing the muscles in his torso before smirking. “You know, no one should be allowed to be as sexy as you are,” he said leaning forward the last couple of inches to press his lips to Westly’s in a brief, chaste kiss before pulling back, waiting to see the response.
Westly never delved into exhibitionism as much as Sage- he guessed, anyway- but then again, he could also guess that together they would be greater as a whole. They made such a wonderful team and it was definitely invigorating.
"Yes," he said, watching as Sage rolled over onto his stomach, as if he was purposely showing off his perfectly sculpted arse. "You're welcome," Westly replied, reaching over with his hand and running his fingers over Sage's spine, feeling the grooves and dips. At the question, Westly snorted. "I get messy as well," he said, "you do come all over my stomach as well," he teased, the smile unable to be wiped away. He let his hand fall onto the bed as Sage began mapping out all of his muscles, something that was almost ridiculously gentle and intimate. Sage's comment, however, was priceless. He pressed back into the kiss, Sage's soft lips gently mashing with his. "I really could say the same thing about you," Westly commented, shifting forward so he was next to Sage, draping his arm around Sage's shoulders, leaning in close. "In fact, I do." he smirked and leaned forward, giving Sage a chaste kiss of his own volition.
It was no secret that Sage liked to show his body off, and this time was no different. He had partially rolled over for that aspect, but it was also more comfortable. He closed his eyes at the soft fingers on his back and chuckled. “Yes, but you don’t get it inside and outside of you, not that I mind of course,” he said shifting into the soft press of fingers. He flattened his hand over Westly’s chest, feeling his heartbeat for a moment before dropping his hand down. “You’re pulse rate is elevated,” he said with a cheeky grin.
“You should say the same thing,” Sage replied kissing Westly back just as gently. “Again and again and as often as possible, because it really it true, he said shifting his arm so he bent at the elbow and raised it above his head. After a brief moment of hesitation he twined his fingers with Westly’s, not sure if it was welcome but wanting to give it a shot.
Beginning to feel a bit of a draft, it was still winter after all, Westly reached over the side of the bed where the elves left the extra blankets. Picking one up, he threw it over the both of them, still remaining close to Sage. "I would hope you don't mind," he said, smirking. As far as he could tell he was doing an alright job, or Sage was just a fuck good actor. As Sage pressed his hand against his chest, Westly smiled, feeling Sage's warm fingertips press ever so gently. "Cheeky," he teased, rolling his eyes playfully. "Of course it's elevated, we did just shag," he said, and as strange as it was, admitting it out loud made it strangely real.
"Or I could just show you again and again," he said, raising a brow. "Not now of course, I'm far too sated and content where I am," he said, hoping that it didn't sound too ... well, like it didn't sound like all he wanted to do was lay with Sage all day in bed. Westly's eyes moved to where Sage's hand grasped for his own, quirking a brow. A soft smile spread across his face as he intertwined their fingers further, feeling a sudden closeness to Sage that had been missing for quite a long time. "Did you have anything planned for this weekend before I came along?" he asked, getting closest to the subject yet.
Sage appreciated the blanket and he snuggled slightly into the bedcovers and the blanket, feeling warm and happy and just content, a lot more content that he had in a long time. “Don’t worry, I don’t think I ever will,” he replied with a smirk and shrugged his shoulders innocently. “Of course it could be that,” he said before he paused and cocked his head to the side slightly. “Or it could be the fact that you’re right next to my fantastic physique. Don’t worry, most people get the same way,” he said nodding his head. “I’m that fantastic.”
“That works as well,” he said with a wide smile, his eyes dancing a bit in anticipation for later on when the both of them had recovered and ready for another round. “I am fine where I am to,” he said relaxing a bit more when Westly moved to twine their fingers a little more and after a quick thought he rolled, tugging Westly’s arm behind his head for him to rest on, their hands now resting next to his shoulder as he grinned at the other man. “Nothing much, homework mostly. I’m very far ahead now,” he said nodding his head.
Westly couldn't help but chuckle lightly as he watched Sage get more comfortable, the actions rather endearing. "That's good, because I won't. Not to stroke your ego or anything," he said, despite knowing that compliments really couldn't hurt anyone. If you weren't confident then you stayed that way no matter what, and if you were cocky it stayed the same as well. "What about you?" Westly asked, smirking, reaching out with his free hand to touch Sage's chest. "Ah, your heartbeat is increased as well. Don't tell me that's all my doing?" he practically purred, his eyes flickering down to Sage's plump and slightly swollen lips.
The smile on Sage's face was infectious, but only in a good sense. Westly couldn't start to think about everything they were going to do, because then he wouldn't be able to ever stop. "Good, I'm glad," he said, almost able to feel Sage relax beside him. As Sage moved around beside him, Westly just watched with a quirked brow, his arm moved every which way. When they finally settled Westly's fingers stroked Sage's shoulder lightly. "Oh, really? So you don't need me to tutor you?" he asked, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to the side of Sage's neck. And it definitely didn't matter that Westly was a year below or anything.
He was a lot cuter than he let on to most people, he knew that and he had no problem sharing that with Westly. This was nothing compared to a lot of the other things he had showed the other man, whether by his own accord or accidentally finding out. “I can think of something else you can stroke,” he said with a cheeky grin, his eyes moving down as Westly touched his chest and shrugged. “Perhaps,” he said chewing on his bottom lip when he saw Westly’s eyes flicker down. “You should come a little closer and see what happens,” he said raising an eyebrow invitingly.
Sage’s shoulder had hurt in the previous position, but now he was comfortable and he could watch Westly a little easier. He shifted so he was settled a little closer to the other man, bending his knees and relaxing, comfortable. “Oh you can tutor me, I don’t think you can teach me anything though, but I can think of other things we could do in the library,” he replied winking at the other man before smiling slightly when he felt the kiss against the side of his neck. He bit his lip, wanting to ask why the other man had made a complete one eighty, but didn’t want to destroy the current moment.
Sage had surprised Westly almost every day with those owls, in more ways than just one. Even now, as they lay in the afterglow, Westly was beginning to see more and more of the other boy. In one sense it was rather scary, but it was also invigorating. He would try his best to tear down the walls he had built in place, especially if Sage had been so open with him from the start, and it really couldn't hurt. "You can, can you? Why don't you elaborate?" he asked, a playful smile spreading across his face. Of course he knew what Sage was talking about, it was just a lot more fun to try to draw it out of the other boy. At the invitation, however, Westly couldn't resist moving closer. He scooted closer until his chest was touching Sage's side, half draping himself over Sage's body. "Now what?" he asked, with his own cheeky grin.
It was still a little strange that none of Sage's dorm mates seemed to be trying to get in, but Westly really didn't care either way. If they tried to disrupt them, he'd merely hex them or something along those lines. He didn't care if people watched, in fact that would be rather exciting, but he didn't want anyone to disrupt what they had going... even if it was slightly confusing. "In the library?" he chuckled, pulling his lips back from the side of Sage's neck. "I don't think the librarians will like us very much."
He’d surprise himself when he had given up so much information, things he hadn’t meant to. But he was fine with it now, after a bit of thinking on what exactly this meant he figured he might as well forget about it. “I can,” Sage said chewing the side of his lip. “You can drop your hand down, wrap it around my cock and give it a few strokes, see what happens,” he said with a chuckle. Of course at this point nothing would happen at this point, he was a little too sated, but he’d like to see if Westly would actually do it. He raised an eyebrow, turning his head slightly as Westly came into even more focus and he nodded his head. “Now you can ravish me as you will,” he replied with a firm nod of his head. Really he was just looking for a good snog and hoped Westly was willing to give one.
Most of his dorm mates spent nights away, or they had heard the two of them the previous night and had decided it would be better to stay away. Even if they were in here, they were used to the sorts of things Sage got up to, so it wouldn’t have come as a major shock. “Mmhmm, the library,” he replied stroking a thumb over Westly’s knuckles. “Thomas won’t mind,” he replied with a shrug. “He and I have come to a sort of agreement,” he said nodding his head.
Westly had conveyed his own secrets in the owls, but he hadn't been as open as Sage had been. It was impressive, really, how much Sage was willing to tell him. Westly licked his lips, his head hanging to the side. "I could, couldn't I," he said slowly, looking down and even though a blanket was covering both of them, it didn't mean Westly couldn't picture what lay beneath. He looked back up at Sage and smiled, tentatively ducking his hand under the covers, rubbing it against the sheet just so his fingers weren't so cold. He slowly trailed them along Sage's thighs, making sure to never stay in one place too long. He grazed his fingernails along Sage's thigh, his hip, never actually touching his cock. Just as his hand was about to touch the other boy he paused, sighing. "As tempting as that is," he said, letting his hand still on Sage's lower stomach. "I'd rather just ravish you." smiling, Westly leaned forward, pressing their lips together firmly.
Westly grinned. "I hope your agreement isn't too friendly," he said, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. He wasn't exactly sure where they stood, what they were, if they were even anything. It was a little complicated at the moment and he wasn't sure how to resolve the uncertainty. With Sage's thumb stroking his hand, however, Westly believed he couldn't have too much to worry about.
“You’re more than welcome to,” Sage replied, speaking his legs a little bit beneath the blanket, even though he was well aware nothing was going to pop up, and Westly couldn’t see his body that well. Which really was a shame, it being so fantastic and all. He watched eagerly as the hand dropped down before turning his head to look at Westly, watching the other man’s face as he felt the hands trail across his thighs and then he whimpered slightly when the nails grazed his hips, shifting into the touch. He chuckled when Westly spoke, liking the hand on his stomach as Westly kissed him. He used his free hand to hold the back of Westly’s neck, kissing back eagerly, opening his mouth slightly into the kiss, his tongue snaking out to trace the seam of Westly’s lips before tilting his head to the side ready to be ravished.
“It’s not. I stop hitting on him, and he won’t yell at me if I get caught in a certain position or situation,” Sage replied looking at Westly. He could see the worry in his eyes and had heard the edge in his voice and he leaned forward, kissing Westly softly. “Besides, I don’t think my boyfriend would like it,” he said pulling back with a slightly nervous, yet arrogant smile. He didn’t know how Westly was going to be, possessive, accommodating and so he’d have to perhaps push a little bit to see how the other would respond, learn his boundaries.
Sage's body was definitely fantastic, Westly would give him that. It really was quite curious how Sage didn't have to try very hard to maintain his physique, when Westly was out running every other day in the morning, just to keep himself in shape. Regardless, however, Westly was just glad Sage cared so much about his appearance, even if it seemed a little over the top at times. Westly quirked his brow as he heard the whimper, wondering which one of his actions caused such a sudden and lustful sound. Even as he continued to kiss back, his hand beneath the blankets began to trail across Sage's skin, searching for the spot that would make Sage whimper again. He dragged his fingertips across Sage's navel, waiting a moment, then moved to Sage's hips, scratching lightly. It had to be one of the two, and he knew that if he found another one of Sage's sweet spots, well it would make everything that much better. He felt Sage's tongue tracing his lips, the sensation causing him to part his mouth ever so slowly. Westly's tongue snaked out to lick at Sage's lips and began to gently massage Sage's tongue, breathing evenly through his nose.
"Then I think you do have a rather convenient agreement with this Thomas," he said, wondering if Sage could see right through him. The boy's next comment, however, automatically put a rather sheepish grin on Westly's face. He barely had time to return the kiss in his shock, knowing that what Sage said was something he definitely wanted to hear. "Hm, I think he may agree with you on that," he said light-heartedly, wanting Sage to know that he wasn't going to be completely stern about the whole flirting thing. Sure it would irk him, but one couldn't change habits so easily.
He was curious about that aspect as well. He almost did no sort of working out, perhaps a few push ups when he was a little energetic. He would be inclined to think his body would run to flab easily, giving his family history but so far he seemed to be naturally built like he was. And he loved it, if he was fat, well then he was sure he wouldn’t be in this position right now. He felt the hand moving against across his skin and he smiled slightly, the fingers under his navel felt good, but it was the scratch at his hips that caused them to arch slightly and a louder whimper to fall from his lips. It sent tingles down his spine and really he was sure he would damage something if Westly managed to make him hard again. There was serious doubt in his mind that he could, but at this point in time he was willing to believe just about anything. He made a pleased sound when Westly’s tongue snaked out to meet his and he kissed the other man slowly, just enjoying the sensations.
“I think I just scared him off,” he said smirking a little bit at the sheepish grin on Westly’s face. How someone could go from cute, to sexy to cute to downright sexy again was beyond him and he wasn’t complaining. He bit his lips and squeezed the hand in his, shifting a little bit under Westly some more, liking the feeling of the warm skin against his own, in a completely nonsexual way for once in his life. “That’s good to know,” he replied before smirking. “Of course he might get mad with me sleeping with you, since you’re fucking sexy and all,” he replied, teasing slightly, a nervous edge to his own voice wondering if it would be welcome or not.
His fingers continued moving, but when he heard the loud whimper, his hand stilled. After taking a moment to realise where he was touching, he smirked into the kiss, proud that he was successful in finding another erogenous zone. Westly wasn't exactly sure if he'd be able to bring Sage off again, but he figured it would be impossible at this point. At least, it was true for him. He knew that in a few hours after he had something to eat, he would have no problem with having another go. For now his fingers just held onto Sage's hip, his head tilting to the side to prevent their noses from bumping together. Sage was a brilliant kisser, and he really made Westly want to lay there and snog him all day.
"Sage Goyle, how could you scare anyone off?" he teased, chuckling in amusement. Westly figured it would be very easy for Sage to frighten someone, if not in the traditional sense of the word. As Sage shifted beneath him, Westly smiled, getting the feeling like they were both enjoying the warmth, and not in a way that made them want to shag like bunnies. Westly wasn't so sure it'd be healthy to have another go so soon. "Well, who wouldn't?" he teased, noticing the slightly nervous edge to Sage's voice. "I'm sure lots of people will be jealous, but we'll just have to make them even more so, yes?" Westly smirked, leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss to Sage's lips.
He knew Westly was probably proud of himself at this point but he merely indulged the other man, doubting he would find the other one for a long time to come. And he would be damned if he told the other where it was. That could be saved for another time. He felt the feeling of the hand settling around his hip, holding slightly possessively and he loved it, wanting that hand to be there all the time. He gasped into the kiss, Westly’s tongue sliding against his own feeling fantastic and even more by the moment and he never wanted it to end.
“Easily,” he replied nodding his head in amusement. People thought he was a little intense and so they got a bit scared at times and that was fine by him. If they were scared of him then he didn’t care for them. He didn’t like being cold and so the warm body against his own made him feel good and he shrugged his shoulder. “Blind people,” he replied with a nod of his head before smirking. “Babe, we do that when we’re not together, everyone will be worried that they can’t live up to what our legacy will leave,” he said arrogantly, accepting the kiss before settling back and smiling at Westly, content to look at him.