WHO sage goyle & westly nott WHAT the morning after the get together WHEN feb. 15th WHERE sage's bed WARNINGS sex RATING NC-17 STATUS log/complete ~17,000
Turning on his side, his arms still around Sage's body, Westly's eyes fluttered open. His brow furrowed as he glanced around him, confused for a moment; however, a different kind of feeling set in after the confusion dissipated, although he couldn't be able to describe it. It was still slightly dark outside, although there seemed to be a few rays of sunlight creeping in through the windows and curtains. He tilted his head down at an angle, seeing Sage still sleeping, his eyes shut and his mouth slightly parted. Westly wasn't sure what he should do, whether it be wake Sage up or leave him be, so he just settled on the latter. As his head came back into contact with the pillow he sighed, thinking of everything that had happened. It was hard to imagine that just yesterday, at this very time, Westly was still livid with Sage... or perhaps just in denial. Now they were ... together, or at least he hoped, and for the moment everything was alright.
Breathing heavily, his hand idly stroking Sage's bare back, his fingers traveling along the spine, Westly continued to look up at the ceiling. He didn't notice that no one seemed to be in their beds, but if he had, he would've been thankful. Merlin knows how much noise they were making last night, but Westly really didn't want to know, either. His thoughts continued winding around, his arms still holding Sage close, wondering if the new day was going to be ominous or promising.
Sage woke slowly sometime later, his eyes fluttering as he swallowed and shifted slightly, moving back into the warmth that was along his left side, snuggling down into the blankets a little more. He wasn’t quite awake yet and so didn’t think about who was in the bed next to him, instead focusing on the feeling of the fingers lightly stroking down his spine, making him feel warm and loved. It took a few moments for his mind to wake up fully and for him to open his eyes fully. He shifted and a slight twinge in his arse brought back the memories from the previous night as well as a soft smile as he looked at what he now knew was Westly next to him. He couldn’t see if the other man was awake or not, but figured from the fingers on his spine he was.
“Morning,” he said softly, his voice slightly croaky as he turned onto his side, moving so his head was on Westly’s shoulder again, the other man’s face coming into focus a little more. He raised a hand, resting it on Westly’s chest, fingers tracing odd patterns, not sure he wanted to talk, liking the quiet hazy atmosphere of the room.
Feeling movement next to him, Westly turned slightly, noticing Sage beginning to curl up against him even more. This made him happy, and he really couldn't expand on it any more than that. When Sage did finally awaken, his eyes slowly fluttering open, Westly smiled, not ever wanting to leave this bed. It felt warm and he wouldn't go into too much detail after that, but it had to be said that right now he felt better than ever.
"Morning," he replied, just as softly. Westly was sure his hair was a mess and disgusting, but that was probably the last thing on his mind when Sage was curling up to him like that. The fingers dancing across his chest made him sigh contently, licking his lips and looking back down at Sage. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say, he wasn't sure if he wanted to talk at all, but the need to break the silence was heavy on him. "Sleep well?" he whispered, moving his other arm to wrap around Sage's body, pulling him closer still.
The idea of never leaving the bed was perfectly fine with Sage. He was comfortable right now, warm and surprisingly he wasn’t having a small conniption at the thought that someone had stayed over, which he usually did. He didn’t like sharing a bed, especially the small dorm ones, but the close contact between the two of them right now was welcome as he snuggled down against Westly some more, not awake enough to feel embarrassed by his motions.
Sage couldn’t see Westly’s hair, he could barely see his jaw line clearly at this point, but he doubted it was as bad as his own. He knew what it’s look like, wavy but not curly, from where the charm was beginning to fail. He shifted a little more, moving so his leg was draped partially over Westly’s as he was pulled closer. “Mmhmm, you?” he asked, blinking the sleep out of his eyes some more as he yawned suddenly. Shaking his head when it finished he stopped the slight motion of his hand, just letting it rest there, feeling the warm skin under his palm.
In the past Westly always enjoyed spending the night with the other person, although it was a bit hard with the small beds in the dormitories, Westly usually figured something out. He didn't like to just say goodbye after the shag and pretend like nothing had happened, he usually liked the other person to spend the night, even if they only stayed for a few hours it was better than nothing. The more Sage snuggled against him, however, the more Westly felt like the next few days of classes were unimportant and all he needed to do was just stay where he was.
Westly often forgot about Sage needing glasses, so he sort of always assumed the boy could see. Although, no matter what Sage thought, Westly liked the glasses on him, it made him looking fetching in a whole other sense of the word. "Yeah," he replied, watching as Sage draped a leg over one of his own, feeling their skin pressing together even more. "You still seem tired," he chuckled, reaching up and running his fingers through Sage's hair, no caring that it was a little dirty or curly or whatever, it just came with the package and he loved it.
Sage closed his eyes again, comfortable in just resting against Westly. He wasn’t going to drift off to sleep again, he just was beginning to get a headache from keeping his eyes open. He let out a long breath of air, relaxing more against Westly content to doze in this hazy of what to be his imagination. He shook his head gently, not wanting to disturb anything. “I’ve not been sleeping too well lately. I’m fine though,” he replied before he winced, not having meant to say that. Hopefully Westly didn’t ask why he had been sleeping badly and just left it be.
He made a small contented noise, almost like a purr, when he felt the hand run through his hair and he opened his eyes before pointing at the dresser. “Can you hand me my glasses?” he asked softly after a brief moments of hesitation suddenly wanting to be able to see Westly. Now that his mind was beginning to wake he was surprisingly beginning to find that it was harder and harder to believe that last night was real. The ache in his arse was helping him but he needed to see it clearly.
Westly wasn't sure what time it was, but if he had to guess, they had slept until about five or six. He usually got up around seven, so he knew that they could lie here for another good hour if they wanted to. However, he was also a teenage boy and the longer they stayed like this, the more susceptible Westly was going to be to becoming aroused. He quirked a brow at the mention of Sage not sleeping soundly, and although he wanted to ask, he figured that the answer was sort of self-explanatory. Sage had been dealing with quite a lot, anyone could see that; first there was Jasmine, then the courting, not to mention all the fights in between. Still, he didn't want to think about that and he just held Sage closer. "I hope that changes soon," he said softly, looking at him knowingly.
"Yeah, of course," he said, sitting up slightly, turning his body so he was able to reach towards the dresser and gently wrap his fingers around Sage's glasses. He exhaled as he settled back down on the bed, leaning forward and giving Sage his glasses, their hands touching for a moment before Westly leaned forward and pressed his lips to Sage's, wondering if he was still allowed to kiss him, since morning was quite different than night.
Sage usually didn’t wake up until ten on weekends, if that. He liked to lounge around and sleep as late as he could before getting up and starting the day. Usually with a wank or two in-between to get his blood pumping a bit before he got up for the day. Of course he usually didn’t go to bed until about two in the night, or didn’t get in until that night. Friday nights had always been a bit of a prowling night for him, and in the past month he’d found it hard to stop, only this time he just walked around, not actually looking for a shag. He smiled at Westly and shrugged. “I hope so too,” he said. For more reasons that what Westly was probably hinting at. He just wanted a few days of nothing stressful from any aspect of his life, but he highly doubted it was going to happen.
He took the glasses from Westly with a smile, about to put them on before he was kissed. He smiled and responded immediately, kissing Westly back softly, just a bare press of his lips before pulling back and slipping his glasses on. “If you want to do more of that at least let me brush my teeth first,” he said with a chuckle. His mouth tasted foul. “Or at least a freshening charm,” he said a moment later not sure he wanted to get up and walk all the way to the bathroom – although Westly would appreciate the view, hopefully.
As it was, Westly forgot that it was even a weekend at all. Last night happened so quickly that the night had only seemed to last a few seconds before it was morning, and Westly hadn't thought about their schedule much to realise it was Saturday. Westly went to bed fairly early, although it really depended on how much work he had and then how easily he fell asleep. Some nights it took him less than five minutes to find escape in slumber, and others... well, there had been one night where falling asleep hadn't been possible until 4 in the morning, only giving him three hours of sleep at most. It hadn't been very favourable. "I think it will," he said, feeling slightly strange having Sage as a lover instead of just his mate, but he knew it would be brilliant.
Even with Sage kissing back just barely, Westly felt sickeningly happy. When the other pulled back Westly chuckled. "That's probably true for me as well," he said, swallowing. "Well, we can either leave the bed and go into the bathroom together," he said, talking calmly and evenly, "or we can stay in bed and use the charm," he said, nodding towards his wand on the bedside table. "Your choice."
“Good,” Sage replied, his mind running along the same instances as Westly. He’d been spending the past couple of days trying to figure out a way to get Westly back, at least as a friend if nothing more. And now he was lying naked with the other man, having spent the night shagging and then sleeping in his arms. It was still a bit hard for him to process but he didn’t let it faze him, instead basking in the warm glow of the moment. He yawned slightly again, raising a hand to cover his mouth before pushing his glasses up from where they were slipping down his nose a little bit.
He rolled his eyes and after a moment, reached over and took the wand, tapping it first against Westly’s mouth and then his own, the sticky feeling going after a moment. “I’m comfortable right here,” he said shifted so he was laying on top of the other man a little more their heads aligned. “Where were we?” Sage teased with a smile before moving down to kiss Westly again, this time his lips parted so they could deepen the kiss if he wanted. Sage would be content to spend the day here, kissing talking and maybe having sex if they weren’t too rough. He had taken a pounding last night and he didn’t heal over night. Of course he didn’t mind, each twinge each time his legs move reminded him that the courtship had worked.
It wasn't even like there was a definite change in how Westly felt for Sage. It wasn't as if a lightbulb had gone off in his head, his eyes were just opened that much further. Sage was still Sage, and they were still mates, now there was just that extra layer to it and Westly had to admit that he never could've predicted it. There were things he needed to worry about, things that would worry him until he thought them through, but right now he put that all out of his head. Sage was with him, he was with Sage, and no one else was there.
He chuckled when Sage took his wand and then proceeded to clean both of their mouths, causing Westly having to swallow a few times to get rid of the strange yet welcomed feeling. "Good," he said, his hands moving to gently hold onto Sage's hips. "Right about here," he whispered before their lips were pressed together once more and Westly lost himself in the kiss. Their noses bumped uncomfortably, but he turned his head to the side, exhaling through his nose at the much more comfortable position. His tongue darted out to lick at Sage's bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth, releasing it after a moment. The kiss was slow and unhurried, just perfect for the moment. Even though Sage was very naked and lying on him, Westly felt no other urge other to just kiss Sage for hours.
It had taken him quite a bit of time for him to admit that he even liked Westly, and after that it didn’t take long for Sage to realize that he liked Westly a lot more than he originally thought. If it had been a small crush he doubted he would’ve risked the friendship for whatever might’ve come of asking Westly out. But the fact that it had been more meant that he had taken the time to plan something that thankfully worked and now he was reaping the benefits and they just kept on getting better and better. He was comfortable and warm right now, half laying on Westly and he never wanted to go back to the outside world where he highly doubted they would be able to maintain this level of content. His own trust issues were at the back of his mind as it were, nagging at him and he kept on pushing them away, not wanting to listen to them.
He shivered when he felt the hands on his hips, figuring that it would only be a short time before Westly discovered that other spot of his. And he wasn’t going to make it easy. He wasn’t going to give any verbal clues, Westly would just have to find them out himself. He smiled as they kissed, just the edges of his lips curling when he felt the tongue lick his bottom lip before sucking on it. His glasses slid down his nose and he scrunched it, pushing them back up just enough so that they wouldn’t get in the way for now. He shifted, moving so he was straddling Westly’s lap, his forearms braced on either side of the man’s head as he twined gentle fingers through the mans’ hair. He continued to kiss Westly, his tongue sliding out, into Westly’s mouth to explore it without fear of being stopped or anything else pushing for the kiss to become faster.
Usually Westly was good at finding out when someone fancied him, but for some reason, with Sage he hadn't even suspected it in the slightest. Maybe it was because he never thought Sage could like him as anything more than a friend, plus Sage had very good at covering up his emotions. No doubt plenty of people were going to be surprised by their recent development, not to mention all their family members. Then again, maybe Sage told certain people, but Westly hadn't even told one person he was being courted... that is, except for Sage. Which was really quite comical.
Being astute, Westly immediately noticed that Sage seemed to shiver from the contact on his hips. Westly always suspected that Sage was a little bit more sensitive down there, but he hadn't been completely sure. Rubbing his fingers against the skin in small circles, Westly gasped as he felt Sage straddle him, watching with interest as Sage get on top of him. He moaned lightly at the feeling of fingers sliding through his hair, and Westly ran his own hands down Sage's back. His fingers pressed down gently on the boy's spine, mapping out all the muscles, curves, and dips of his back. His kissed him back languidly, their tongues slowly working together, and Westly tried his best to just taste Sage as much as he could.
Sage had taken careful pains to make sure that Westly did not find out. And even then that seemed to not be enough. He had found out too early, before Sage had a chance to send the final letter explaining everything and it had blown up in his face. However, it seemed that everything had come back in a full circle and he was glad of it. It meant that he didn’t have to worry about anything else – everything finally seemed to be going his way. He’d only told Rue, Nadya and Jasmine – and he trusted the three of them with his life and they hadn’t told so he was glad. Although he did want to know why Westly had been under his bed in the first place – but he wouldn’t dwell on that.
He shivered again as the fingers on his hips began to move in small circles and he grinned against Westly’s lips, letting out a small whimper as he shifted on top of the other man. He ran his hands through Westly’s hair again before just resting there, feeling the strands curl between his fingers now and then moving his fingers in a gentle massage as he tilted his head slightly again, fitting their mouths together easier. He shivered when he felt the hands begin to move down his back, fingers exploring the skin and he shifted slightly again, unable to help the motions as he moaned again. He was breathing through his nose, not out of breath yet but sure he was going to get there eventually – especially since the fact he couldn’t stop moving was causing him to almost grind into the other man, making him moan yet again.
He pulled back from the kiss, and bit Westly’s bottom lip gently, before pressing a kiss to the corner of the man’s mouth, followed by both of his cheeks, his nose and his forehead before moving to kiss him on the lips again – each motion soft.
Feeling the grin, Westly continued to move his fingers gently, feeling the soft skin. He couldn't understand it, but he had never felt skin as soft as Sage's. It felt like silk beneath his fingers and all he wanted to do was keep running his hands all over Sage's body, never tiring in the slightest. As Sage shifted on top of him Westly found himself gasping into the kiss, his mouth opened wider as a result. The fingers deep in his hair felt marvelous and he decided to mimic the movements. His own hands traveled up Sage's back, his fingers moving into Sage's hair, massaging lightly.
As Sage continued to practically grind against him, Westly broke the kiss, his breaths becoming shorter and quicker. "You might want to stop that," he said, swallowing, although he was inwardly hoping Sage would take his advice then throw it out the window. Still, Westly pressed back into the kiss, his fingers tangling in Sage's hair. He was glad it was Saturday, because otherwise, he wasn't sure they would have made it to any classes.
Breathing heavily, Westly lay vulnerable, watching up with half-lidded eyes as Sage did as he pleased. Each kiss was soft and almost gentle, and Westly found himself being slightly surprised at how careful Sage was being. His skin tingled in the places where Sage kissed him, the sensation lasting for a few moments until his whole face felt tingly. As Sage brought their lips back together Westly wrapped his hands around Sage's neck, pulling him close and keeping him there.
He was vain. Everyone knew it, even the little firstes had probably caught Sage looking at himself in a mirror at some point. Every blemish, every imperfection and every patch of dry skin was looked at like the greatest evil. He took great pains to make sure that he never looked bad. It simply wouldn’t do for him. He had too much riding on this, too much at stake. He needed to look perfect to take peoples minds away from what the Goyle’s used to be known as. He didn’t want to be compared to his parents ever again. He shifted again on top of Westly when he heard the gasp, before whimpering himself as he felt the hands move up his back and curl into his hair. He shuddered slightly at the massage and closed his eyes fully, relaxing.
Opening his eyes he raised an eyebrow at the other man, before pressing back down again, a little harder and a little more determined this time. “Like this?” he asked shifting slightly so that with just a couple more movements and a little bit of lube he could be carefully riding Westly if he felt like it. Carefully because he was sure another shag like the one last night would make it almost impossible for him to sit or walk for a couple days, as well as put a dampening on any shagging, which he defiantly did not want.
Licking his lips he kept his eyes open watching Westly’s features carefully, taking in every aspect of his face and shoulders, as much as he could from the bow of his lips to the arch of his eyebrow. He raised a hand, smoothing over his eyebrow carefully before moving his thumb down and along his cheekbone before rubbing his bottom lip – a mimic of the movements from the previous night before he was tugged down into a kiss and he went willingly. He was still slightly disbelieving that Westly was here with him, but he was willing to take whatever he could get at this point. “I can’believe it,” he mumbled softly, not realizing that he had spoken out loud.
Even though Westly thought Sage could use a little reality check every now and then concerning his appearance, he also understood that it was important for Sage, even if he didn’t fully know why. He wanted to get inside of Sage’s head, he had always been curious, and even more so now with Sage. When Sage told him to let him have his insecurities, Westly knew that Sage was right. He wouldn’t be able to control Sage’s thoughts or his level of confidence, but he hoped that in time it would rise, even if it would take a little while. When Sage continued to whimper, however, Westly found all thoughts leaving his head and all he could focus on was how warm Sage’s body seemed to be.
His eyes fluttered open and he groaned, feeling Sage press much hard against him. “Yeah,” he breathed, licking his lips, “just like that.” He didn’t really know if Sage would be willing to be fucked again, he had to be sore, but from the way he was moving Westly had to guess that the boy wasn’t too fazed by it. He leaned up, pressing his lips to the side of Sage’s neck, keeping his lips there until he began to feel a pain in his back, the position slightly uncomfortable. As he fell back down onto the bed, he had to admit that Sage did look fucking fantastic on top of him. “Aren’t you sore?” he asked, his hands sliding back down Sage’s back to cup at the beginning of his arse, only able to touch so much because of their current position.
With anyone else Westly would have felt like his body was under scrutiny, but with Sage he felt like he was almost being admired. He felt nervous and actually slightly scared that Sage would see something he didn’t like and leave. It wasn’t like Westly to be anxious about these kinds of things, but he didn’t exactly know how long Sage could choose to be with him, either. All in all he just felt very unconfident, but…. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, either. Swallowing, his hands on Sage’s back stilling, Westly quirked a brow as he heard Sage, even if what he said was naught but a whisper. “Believe it,” he said softly, smiling gently, “but I never thought we’d be here…. But I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Westly grinned, the air thick and heavy between them even though all they were doing was just looking at each other. Somehow, this was more nerve-wracking than anything.
There was a reason to everything Sage did, he was a lot more meticulous than he played out to be, often preferring to take on the idiotic role. Simply because it was easier to play and people tended to ignore him a little more which worked well for him. He was intelligent though, when he needed to be and he was also a consummate actor. People believe he had no insecurities, but when the truth was that he probably had more than everyone else combined. Everyone else had grown up with parents who actually cared for him, his parents saw him as a means to an end. Other people probably hadn’t been taking care of their siblings since he was old enough to understand that it was his job. His parents had all but hated him and told him he was nothing more than a Goyle and to get over it, he’d been told his future was the same as theirs. To grow old and fat and run a company that was started simply so they could have more food. As a result he wasn’t as sure of himself, and although he never showed it, it seemed to be showing through more and more with Westly.
“Good,” Sage said softly, continuing the rolling of his hips, his breathing speeding up a little bit as he bit his lip, watching Westly. He turned his head slightly when he felt the lips press against his neck and he hand his hands down his lovers chest to rub over a nipple, a nail scratching gently before rubbing the pad of his thumb over it repeatedly. “ A bit yes,” Sage admitted with a smirk, enjoying the ache. He leaned over Westly so their lips were brushing against each other in the softest of kisses. “But with some lube and if we’re really careful we can fuck again,” he offered pressing his lips a little harder. “Another night like last and I won’t be able to fuck for a good bit of time,” he explained. A month ago he would’ve been able to handle the pounding he had received, but a month of celibacy had sent his body back a few years, and a couple hundred shags making him tighter than usual, and he had paid the welcome price.
He pressed back into the hands on his arse slightly for a moment before shifting forward so he was no longer sitting directly on top of Westly, instead a little forward as he reached behind him and with a bit of difficultly managed to wrap his hand around Westly’s cock and begin to stroke slowly, watching him. He swallowed, his eyes widening behind his glasses slightly when he heard the words, realizing that he had spoken out loud before. Licking his lips nervously he blinked at the reply, a soft smile crossing his face before he grinned – unable to stop the slow rush of warmth and happiness through him. “Good,” he said leaning down to kiss Westly softly again – sure he was never going to get enough of kissing the other man.
Sage was probably more complex than most people realised, Westly reasoned. He was glad that he got to see a side of Sage that no one else saw, what with the glasses and such, but he doubted that Sage would reveal any more of himself in that sense if he could help it. And that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, Westly had his own secrets and insecurities to worry about. He was cold and stiff to people who didn’t know him, and Merlin knew it had to do with how distant his father made him from all of his neighborhood friends while young. All Westly knew was that he wanted Sage to be able to relax while he was around him, and Westly didn’t want any tension to be between them… at least, not about that. Not if he could help it.
“Decided you didn’t want to stop?” he breathed, pressing his hips up against Sage, already feeling his cock harden from arousal. With Sage it honestly didn’t take much, no matter how amazing last night had been. Pressing his lips more forcefully against the side of Sage’s neck, Westly opened his mouth against the skin, nipping gently. As he felt the finger flick over his nipple he groaned, biting a little harder than he planned. “Sorry,” he mumbled against his neck, sticking his tongue out to gently lick at the skin, soothing it. “Hm,” he said teasingly, their lips barely apart, the words and whispers keeping their mouths from touching. “I want to be inside you again, and I want you to ride me,” he said softly, his eyes flickering between Sage’s lips and his eyes, whatever words he was going to say next cut off by Sage’s lips pressing against his. As Sage pulled back, Westly frowned, already missing the feeling of having the boy’s lips on his own. “We wouldn’t want that. Slow?” he asked, knowing that because they had shagged so forcefully and so passionately the night before, they’d be able to take things slower this time around… and Westly was definitely looking forward to this.
Raising a brow as Sage repositioned himself, Westly smirked as he was almost presented with Sage’s cock. The boy was a lot closer than before, not that Westly was complaining. He wrapped one arm around Sage’s waist, the other pressed against the bed, and he pushed himself up so he was leaning slightly against the headboard in a much more comfortable position. The hand on his cock was welcome and he encouraged it with a kiss to his neck, then down back to his ear, gasping against it as he Sage’s hand tighten before loosening, the angle slightly awkward but still brilliant. “Yes, good,” he whispered back, pressing his lips against Sage’s softly, his breathing slightly erratic.
For Sage, it all depended on whether or not this actually went somewhere. He knew that the more time he spent with Westly without anything going wrong, the more he would trust the other man and there were still a few more things he could share with the other man if it came down to it. But for right now, he doubted it was even possible for him to open up anymore, he had already opened up so much to Westly that he was scared if he opened up anymore something really would come back and bite him in the arse. He didn’t take rejection well, or failure. He dealt with it by clamming up even more than he already was and stayed that way for quite some time. Right now the thought of going back to how he was before didn’t sound to attractive, but he knew that he would if something happened.
“Correct, it’s just too much fun, and it feels so good,” he all but purred continuing the motions against Westly easily, moving fluidly like a dancer almost. He swallowed down a whimper of pain when he felt his neck bitten a bit harder than he liked and instead dropped his head to the side slightly, allowing Westly’s free reign. He shuddered when Westly spoke and swallowed, his eyes wide and his breathing sped up. “Sounds like a plan,” he said leaning forward to reach for the wand by the bed – his own after a quick glance. He knew he probably should, but right now he couldn’t be bothered taking the time and besides, a spell would work for more. He case a series of spells quickly and efficiently before nodding his head, a small smirk of anticipation on his face. “Sounds good,” he said nodding his head as he bit his lip.
He was about to raise up to sink down when Westly moved the both of them. He grinned as he moved with the other man, once more surprised at Westly’s strength – but he was complaining. It put delicious thoughts of being fucked against a wall into his mind which made him whimper slightly. He ran his hand up Westly’s now slick cock before raising on his knees and shifting slightly, lining everything up before beginning to sink down. He bit his lip at the first burn if penetration, closing his eyes as he hurt a little bit. He braced one hand on Westly’s shoulder, and the other on his hip so the man couldn’t thrust up. He began to roll his hips, sinking down a little further each time wanting to take it slow. It hurt a little more than he liked but he was determined to at least get all the way down before he relaxed and allowed his body to get used to the penetration. It took a bit before he was finally settled in Westly’s lap and grinned at the other man, tugging him forward for a kiss.
Westly hoped it would go somewhere. They had already invested so much in this that Westly couldn't handle what would happen if they left it right here. If, after today and last night, they parted ways right here and right now, Westly wouldn't be able to recover. He could only imagine what it would do to Sage, which was exactly why they should give this a try and continue what they started. He wanted to hold Sage, he wanted to talk to him, and not to mention how much he wanted to jump him every time he saw Sage. He seemed slightly different now that they were together... or at least sleeping together, and Westly liked the change. He could live with this right now.
"I'm glad it feels good," he said a little more breathlessly, watching and feeling as Sage continued to move against him. His movements were graceful and they flowed, the movement of his chest transitioned to the fluid roll of his hips and Westly couldn't get enough. He watched lustfully as Sage reached for his wand, but Westly didn't know what on earth he was saying, too caught up in rubbing his hands all over Sage's chest, his fingers pausing to tweak a nipple, running over each line of muscle.
In the morning it was a little harder to gather enough energy to "be strong" but Merlin if he wasn't going to try when Sage was on his lap. He raised a brow at the whimper, wondering just what was going on in Sage's mind. And Westly was never one to keep himself from asking questions. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, all the while watching as Sage raised himself up on his knees, lining himself up with Westly's cock. Breath catching in his throat, Westly watched as Sage slowly began to lower himself, a groan immediately falling from his lips. "So tight, Sage," he said, biting back another moan as his fingers curled around the bedsheets. He wanted to go slow, but right now, with how slowly Sage was sliding down, Westly almost felt as if he were suffocating, having to remember to breathe through all of it.
Finally Sage was seated in his lap, and Westly groaned, feeling warm all around him -- Sage's muscles clenching and relaxing, the feeling almost too good for words. Leaning forward, he willingly kissed Sage back, his kisses a little sloppy considering Sage was just sitting there, getting used to the intrusion, leaving Westly breathless and antsy. He understood that Sage had to get used to it, he just wanted him to adjust, well, quickly.
He figured he was different, or at least in Westly’s eyes simply because the other man knew so much about him. He doubted he had changed that much, he would still flirt, he would still tease and he would still be vain and arrogant with everyone he came in contact with. Just now at the end of the day he would be crawling into Westly’s bed – or his bed he wasn’t picked and he would be damned if he was sleeping alone again during this, he had been comfortable and warm – instead of some random person’ who he didn’t know. And he was fine with that, and he was fine with the sex with just one person although that one would take more getting used to. A month of no sex and it was still odd.
“You always feel good,” Sage replied leaning forward to lick at Westly’s lips. Of course their times together hadn’t amounted to much so far, but so far Sage liked what he was getting and hoped it continued. He’d always been a little more graceful than most, a few even though he had taken dance lessons as a child - which he had, but not the ballet they were intending. It was just the smooth flow of muscle over his bones and the fact that he stretched each night to keep nice and limber, as well as the way he carried himself. The combination making it easy for him to move as he wanted to with ease. He groaned when he felt the hands run over his chest before tweaking a nipple, pulling his lower lip into his mouth to suck on.
“I’m thinking about how good and big you feel as you slowly stretch me,” Sage replied in a breathy whisper. “I’m thinking about all the times you’re going to fuck me through the floor, a wall, a desk – anywhere and anytime,” he said his eyes almost fully closed in concentration, seeing Westly through a fan of lashes. He groaned when he heard Westly groan and he shifted slightly swallowing. “I’m thinking about how I might need to walk around stretched and lubed so all it will take is for you to grab me and pull down my pants. Or for me to push you to the ground and ride you just like this,” he said his voice getting a little lower, and a little less steady as he got lower and lower. “I’m thinking about pushing you into a corner and dropping to my knees without a sound and giving you the best fucking blow job of your life,” he said dropping his head back as he was seated, feeling full and the tinge of pain wasn’t welcome, but he could accept it for now.
He was panting for a bit before he raised his head and opened his eyes grinning at Westly. “Does that answer your…ahh…question,” he said sparks shooting up his spine as he shifted and his prostate was brushed against. He licked his lips, feeling his body begin to finally accept the intrusion. He focused on the kiss for a few moments, not caring that it was a little sloppier than he liked. It was early and his mind was currently on the lessening burning sensation in his arse. He licked his lips and swallowed before rolling his hips slightly, pulling up perhaps half and inch before sinking down just as slowly as before, his muscles clenching around Westly’s length as he began to repeat the motion over and over again – keeping the same slow steady pace wanting this to build and build.
The flirting was going to be problematic, but Westly knew he couldn't be unrealistic. Even if they were together, Sage was still Sage and he wouldn't be able to change so easily. Westly could understand the flirting, it would be hard but he would put up with it. He might become possessive if someone ever tried to seriously hit on Sage, but he knew that Sage could handle situations himself. The thought of Sage cheating on him did flicker across his mind, but he really didn't feel like focusing on that. While he knew that it would be hard for the boy to change from shagging four people to just one, Westly hoped Sage would be able to follow through with all of this. Westly was realistic and unrealistic in different aspects, he just hoped he didn't get too over-dramatic about what could happen. As long as Sage came to his bed at the end of the day, because it really was so much better actually sleeping with someone, he'd be able to handle it.
"As do you," he said, relishing the lick across his lips. Despite the fact that they had only been together once, Westly liked to believe that it was much more than that. While Westly enjoyed sex and shagging and that whole deal, he always yearned for something in addition to all of that. He could never have a relationship just based on sexual interactions, which was why this here was such a big deal. His hands curved around that shapely rear, enjoying the way that Sage felt as well as looked. It wasn't all physical between them, yes, but Westly couldn't help that he really liked what he saw, too.
"Ah," he moaned, listening to Sage, feeling himself get even harder, his cock twitching in approval. The list of things seemed to get him more heated, his body now sheen with sweat. Merlin, what Sage was doing to him. All he wanted to do was thrust up into that tight heat that seemed to be engulfing all of him, but the logical part of his brain-- the smallest fraction-- reasoned with him. Instead he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the side of Sage's neck, licking and sucking forcefully. "Every day I see you I'll want to drag you off into a corner, push down your pants and fuck you through the wall, your nails digging into the stone as I thrust into your arse," he moaned, unable to keep the fantasy at bay. "You'll swallow me and suck me in, I'll take you on the desk as everyone watches, making you scream and moan and arch against me," he continued in French, hardly noticing, his voice nothing more than a whisper.
"Y-yeah," he moaned as Sage shifted on him. "I want you to fuck yourself until you come," he whispered against Sage's lips, his voice a little shaky due to everything happening to him. As Sage pushed up a little bit, Westly moaned low in his throat, his hands automatically moving to hold Sage's hips, trying his best not to grip too tightly.
Sage would try, he would do his best to not flirt with other people but he doubted it would happen. What would probably happen was that he would flirt, but at the same time he wouldn’t go through with it – he would just ignore them if they got too forward, no matter who it was. He had worked for this, and he was going to keep it as long as he could. Westly was one of his best friends, and he was rapidly becoming even closer to him and losing him was not an option. If they broke up it would be because Westly wanted to and right now he would be fine with that, as long as the other man was happy he didn’t care so much about how he felt about himself. As long as the other man was fine, then Sage would be fine as well. The longer this relationship lasted, the harder that would be for Sage to keep, but he would be damned if anything happened because of him.
Attraction had always been a big part of why Sage had so much sex, but with Westly it ran deeper, closer to his heart and that was perhaps why Sage was so undone during sex right now than he usually was. He felt and cared for the other man and that was more than he could say than a lot of other times. He had cared for other people and didn’t want them to get hurt, but he didn’t want them the way he wanted Westly. He wanted to be consumed by the other man, taken and cared for and perhaps even at one point loved. Sage knew he was attracted to Westly on a physical level, it was hard not to with the other man’s physique, but he knew there was more as well.
Rising up onto his knees a bit he sunk down, groaning as he felt Westly move inside of him and it felt fucking fantastic. All he wanted to do was slam himself down as hard as he could, but the small twinge of pain still lingering on the edge made him wary of it and he restrained himself. He doubt he would be able to hold on for long, but he would as long as he could, allow his body the time he needed. He kept his head to the side, allowing Westly to do whatever he wanted to his neck, uncaring of how red or how many hickies the other man wanted to leave. He could heard Westly speak against his neck and he whimpered low in his throat his breath catching as he nodded his head, still raising and lowering himself in small motions, just enough to tease the both of them. He groaned when Westly slipped into French, finding the smooth syllables to be sexier than he thought. He barely got the meaning, but he got the idea and it was enough for him to shudder, his entire body tensing for a moment before he relaxed.
He dropped his head forward onto Westly’s shoulder, one arm curling around his shoulders and the other cupping the back of his neck, fingers half in his hair and tugging. “Merlin,” he gasped up as he raised himself a little higher before sliding back down, speeding up. He could feel the hands on his hips and he bit his bottom lip, hands clenching as he began to move up and down, not taking anytime to rest but his motions still unhurried, just constant now each slid down causing his breath to stutter.
Now that he thought about it, he couldn’t ever imagine not finding Sage attractive. Two weeks ago Westly didn’t view Sage as someone he could possibly shag, but when you added everything up, he figured that the answer changed. Sage pulled him in with his vulnerability and his openness, something that Westly was sure had never been done before. There was an appeal to that and Westly couldn’t deny it. Relationships were not new to Westly, but this was, what they shared. He didn’t want to make it sappier than what it was, but even before they harboured feelings for each other they had been close friends, making this all the more intimate. He felt vulnerable and susceptible to anything Sage wanted to give him.
He didn’t know what Sage could be groaning at, but Westly found his own list of reasons why. All he wanted to do was grab Sage’s hips and thrust up, but he knew that he had to hold off. Sage was obviously still feeling some pain, it was evident in how his muscles seemed to clench on the way up and on the way down, and Westly knew he couldn’t do as he pleased. Maybe, since they had gotten their rather quick and hard fuck over with the night before, maybe this could be slower and paced, something unhurried. Westly still had to do something, however, and he found that attaching his lips to the side of Sage’s neck was working perfectly. His lips and teeth worked twice as hard and as fast to stop himself from thrusting up into Sage, his tongue licking the sensitive skin. He breathed heavily against the side of Sage’s neck, his pants erratic and his chest heaving wildly. Merlin, if Sage was going to continue to go this slowly Westly wasn’t sure he’d be able to take it.
He rested his head against Sage’s and felt the arms being wrapped around him. It was hard to say what caused the warm sensation to flood through his stomach, but the fact that Sage was holding onto him made Westly cling back ardently. His arms fit nicely around Sage’s waist, and he hugged the boy close to him, even as he continued moving. “I know,” he breathed quietly, biting his lip and whimpering, knowing that he only had to wait a little bit longer until he could thrust up, until Sage was comfortable enough for him to lose a little bit more of his self control. Although, around Sage, he wasn’t sure how he was able to control himself in the first place.
Sage could feel his body beginning to adjust more and more to the intrusion and he grinned, welcoming the precious time in a few moments when he would be able to move quicker and harder and bring the both of them off into a powerful climax like they had done the night before. He shifted again, groaning when he felt Westly just barely brush over his prostate, a teasing touch that still managed to send shivers down his spine. He bit his lip and leaned his head to the side, his eyes sliding shut as he enjoyed the sensations of the lips on his neck, and the cock in his arse, the hands on his body – everything melding together to begin to make him feel better and better. “What if I sat here, just like this all day,” he asked in a whisper, opening his eyes just slightly. “And just moved gently, all day long, building it up slowly, would you let me?” he asked watching Westly’s face carefully, watching to see everything he could.
Biting his hip he continued to move, pulling up a little further than before every now and then allowing his body to adjust to each motion. It was a steady process and it felt good, it felt fucking fantastic and he wanted more but he kept himself under control, his arms around Westly grounding him, and the arms around his waist also grounding him. He swallowed and began to speed up, sure his body could take it by down and he wanted to go slow, he really did but Westly just seemed to bring out a want in him that hadn’t been in there for a long, long time and he really couldn’t help it. “Fuck me,” he gasped out, both in pleasure and a command, wanting to meet Westly half way for that extra thrust that would make it ten times better than before.
As Sage began to wiggle his hips, Westly groaned, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. He forced himself to open his eyes, because he wanted to watch whenever he touched Sage’s prostate, whether it be on accident or on purpose. “I don’t think you could,” he breathed back, moaning quietly as Sage sank back down on top of him. Westly looked down, watching Sage’s hips move slowly and fluidly, watching himself disappear. It wasn’t that he necessarily thought he had the most attractive cock in the world, but the way Sage was riding him, the way he was taking him in without any hesitation, that was hot. “But I couldn’t either,” he whispered again, “I’d let you, but I wouldn’t be able to stop myself,” and surprisingly, Westly knew he was telling the whole truth; he could tell by the warm sensation moving through his stomach.
Mouth parted slightly, Westly began to breathe heavily, the warm feeling around his cock making him groan. It was slower than last time and Westly liked that, but there was something about Sage that made him want it to go faster, Westly wanted to be inside Sage as much as he could and as often as he could. It was fucking marvelous. “Fuck, yes,” he moaned, swallowing thickly and thrusting his hips up slightly, just a few inches but enough to make it that much better. His arms tightened around Sage and he pulled the boy close, feeling their chests touching every time Sage moved back up. It was a bit uncomfortable for him, but there was no way Westly was going to move away now, not when he finally had Sage this close.
Sage watched those perfect teeth sink into those perfect teeth and he swallowed, moaning low in his throat. Reaching up, he tugged the lip out from between Westly’s teeth before leaning forward and nipping the flesh, sucking on it gently, a tongue running over it before he pressed more into a better kiss for a few intense moments before he hand to pull back with a small moan as another motion send sparks up and down his spine. His eyes were feverish with lust and longing as he looked at Westly, swallowing as his hips never stopped moving, he wasn’t sure he could stop. “Good, I don’t want you to control yourself around me,” Sage whispered pressing down hard suddenly, pleasure mingled with pain running up and down his spine and he ignored it. He wanted Westly to lose control, to throw Sage onto his back and just fuck him into oblivion.
He cried out softly when Westly thrust up, his body able to take it and was welcoming it with the constant motions, unable to stop his muscles from clenching, trying to stop the other man from leaving him again. He tightened his arms around Westly as he was pulled forward, a hand tugging at his hair, pulling his head back slightly before dropping his head and kissing the other man hard, pouring want and need into the kiss like never before. He was speeding up, unable to help himself just wanting more and more of the same pleasure that had overtaken him the night before. He wanted Westly to black out again and know that he was the reason that had happened. He sucked on the other man’s tongue as a hand began to move, fingers exploring the other man’s chest again.
Westly willingly let Sage do as he pleased, which included getting his lip sucked on. It seemed that no matter what Sage did Westly just keep falling harder and quicker, his body burning with lust and need. Even though he was already inside of Sage there was a need to be closer to him, he wanted to be inside of him and all around him, wanted to touch him and hold him so that their bodies were one. Westly kissed back fervently, pressing harder into the kiss, needing it. "I won't," he said, before his words got cut off by a loud moan as Sage pressed down harder, "when you don't feel any more pain let me know," he said all rather quickly, trying his best to make his voice even and level, despite Sage's alluring movements.
The muscles clenching around him spurred his own cry of pleasure, holding his hips up at a rather uncomfortable angle, but keeping himself all the way inside of Sage. Westly could faintly hear the sound of skin slapping skin, but all he could focus on was how Sage seemed to be going faster. Westly continued to gently thrust up, meeting Sage's movements almost dead on. He wasn't worried about hitting Sage's prostate since the other boy could manage that by himself, Westly was just trying to keep it going for as long as he could, the kiss making him dizzy and Sage's hot body making him sweat.