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You throw yourself down into the vent leading to Sebastian's shop as an Angler whizzes past, narrowly missing you. You breathe a sigh of relief and slide out of the vent and collapsing on the floor, needing a minute to catch your breath.
The shopkeeper towers over you, a very familiar smirk on his face. "You look like shit."
You scowl at him, pulling yourself up so you can sit next to him. "You don't even care if I die. Not very romantic of you."
Sebastian shrugs, flipping a coin between his clawed fingers. "We both know you'd just come back. You're way too stubborn to actually die."
"As if stubbornness has anything to do with it." You slide back down to the floor, next to Sebastian this time, resting your head on his tail. He— perhaps absentmindedly— curls it around you. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you don't even care about me."
You'd been stuck in the Blacksite for a few months now and during that time you'd grown much closer to Sebastian. Were the two of you dating? Maybe, but things tend to be a bit more complicated than that when one of you is immortal and the other is a monster created by a very questionable company. Either way the two of you were close enough that you could get away with being a bit more affectionate.
Sebastian throws the coin at you, and it bounces off your forehead. "If I didn't care about you, you wouldn't be here. I'd have kicked you out a long time ago. Actually, I'm still thinking about it."
"You wouldn't dare," you say, though you're giggling. You start trailing your fingers down his tail gently. You know it's something he enjoys, but you have to be careful as some spots are a bit more… sensitive than others. Usually, you'd take care to avoid these spots and just sit with him comfortably, but now you're feeling a bit mischievous. You fingers travel up and down his tail, your nails teetering dangerously close to the cloth he keeps tied around his waist. One of the passes of your hand makes him shudder and he looks at you, eyes narrowing.
"You're doing that on purpose." Another sweep of your fingers makes him twitch again. He grabs at your hand.
You smile at him, feigning innocence. "I'm doing what on purpose? I thought you liked that."
He huffs at you, his expression a mix of apprehension and mild irritation. "You know what you're doing. Don't start things you aren't willing to finish." He lets go of your hand, his voice low. It might have come off as threatening to an outsider, but you can see the light blush spreading across his face.
You resume your teasing, grin still plastered on your face. "Who says I'm not willing to finish things?"
Sebastian lets out a low growl, his tail thumping against the floor. He grabs you, lifting you into the air with ease and making you yelp. He sets you on the ledge and pushes you towards the door— the room where you typically slept. He turns to close the vent and set a crate in front of it, before pulling himself up to meet you. Immediately, your face goes red, and you turn to open the door and make your way into the storage room, where blankets and pillows littered the floor. When you turn, Sebastian is way closer than you anticipated, pushing you back until you bump into the far wall. He pushes himself against you, his lips meeting yours. He pins your arms back, with force you weren't expecting, making you squeak in surprise.
He pulls away and you look at him wide eyed. The quick change in mood was unexpected but not unwelcome. He leans in close to your ear, his voice low and almost husky. "I've been waiting weeks for an opportunity like this." His words make you shiver and before you can reply, he's kissing you again, his tongue pushing it's way into your mouth. He isn't usually one to initiate any sort of affection, so this is a dramatic change from what you're used to. You aren't complaining though.
He breaks off the kiss again, moving towards your neck this time. You aren't expecting the soft bite and you let out a mortifying noise. If he wasn't so preoccupied you're positive Sebastian would tease you for it. He continues to bite and suck at the tender skin on your neck, pulling a colorful array of sounds from you. You feel your legs get weaker as your arousal grows, until he's practically holding you up.
He lets go of your arms and you stumble a bit, trying to find your balance. He pulls at your clothes, a silent question. Without hesitation, you unzip your jumpsuit, letting him tear it off you. You've never seen him so intense and you love it.
"Sebastian—" you start but he hushes you, pushing you down onto the pile of blankets littered around you. He crawls on top of you, gently kissing and biting your skin as he makes his way down to your underwear. Your breath hitches as he nips at the waist band. He lifts you slightly, pulling them down and off of you.
Sebastian never looks particularly scary to you anymore, but now as he hovers over you, staring at your body… you feel like prey. He spreads your legs apart slowly, chuckling at your embarrassed squeak. He meets your eyes, suddenly very serious. "If you need me to stop… tap on my arm. Got it?" His emphasis on need makes your anticipation— and embarrassment— a million times worse. What was he planning to do to you? You nod hesitantly, but he only scowls. "Yes or no?"
His insistence only embarrasses you further. Fuck him for wanting clear consent. God he's hot. "Yes. Yes I understand."
"Good." He leans back down, placing gentle kisses on your thighs. He bites down, harder than he had the first few times and you let out a yelp. He pauses, looking at you to check in. "Too much?" You shake your head vigorously, head spinning from how much you wanted him. You hadn't considered yourself a masochist, but you'd do anything to have him bite you again. And bite he does. This time you're sure he's drawn blood, and the subsequent licks both sting and soothe the wound. Your hips twitch when he kisses your thigh again, and you have to resist the urge to beg him to touch you. All the teasing and build up is killing you. He probably knows this because he continues to dance around where you want him to be, alternating between kissing, biting and leaving hickeys until you're whining and squirming in his grip.
"Please, Sebastian," you say finally, your voice a whisper. Your legs and stomach are a mess of bite marks and hickeys, though most of the blood has been licked up by him.
His smirk is maddening. "Please what?"
You want nothing more than to hit him. Actually you want nothing more than to feel his tongue on you, but hitting him is a close second. "Please." Your voice is louder this time, desperation evident. "Just fuck me already."
All his teasing had made you horrifyingly sensitive, which quickly became evident when your hips involuntary jump, as his tongue brushes again your clit. He adjusts his grip on you, essentially pinning the lower half of your body down completely, his smile widening. He's enjoying this way too much.
You jump violently when he licks at your clit again, but his grip stops you from going anywhere. You inhale sharply, but it quickly turns into a soft moan as he gently begins circling over it with his tongue— slow and methodical. You want so badly to thrust your hips up and get any more stimulation than what he's currently giving you, but you know your efforts would be fruitless. His tongue ventures lower, teasingly, not quite reaching your cunt and you have to bite your lip to keep from screaming at him. As frustrating as this is, it'd be exponentially worse if he stopped right now and you wouldn't put it past him.
You twitch again when he returns to your clit, now circling it fast enough to draw more sounds from you. "Fuck Sebastian," you murmur, though you're not sure now much of it he actually understands. You reach down and grab at his hair, careful not to pull to hard, and in response he sucks on you clit. You try again— unsuccessfully— to push your hips closer to him, covering your mouth to stifle the noises you're making. You're rapidly approaching an orgasm, getting louder than you'd like to admit, when Sebastian stops. The sudden loss of pleasure makes you jolt as you blink at him with hazy eyes.
"Why did you stop?" You know you sound absolutely pathetic, but you couldn't care less at this point.
"Oh sorry," he says, not sounding sorry in the slightest. "Did you want me to keep going?" You drop your head back down on the blankets, groaning. You're so horny it hurts and he's still teasing you. You can practically hear his smile when he speaks again. "Well if you insist, I won't stop then."
It takes a moment for your clouded brain to register the words and by the time you have it's too late. He returns to your clit, his tongue overwhelming you with pleasure. You lurch forward with a loud moan, before collapsing back down to the floor. You grab at the blankets next to you trying to do something— anything— to manage the feeling he's giving you. Your orgasm hits you like a freight train and your body trembles with the force of it. He doesn't slow down at all at the arrival of your orgasm and if anything, he seems to be speeding up. A whimper escapes you as he quickly overloads your senses, your heightened sensitivity working against you. You push his head, trying to stop his onslaught though your arms are weak and you can hardly think.
He pulls away from your clit, and you sag down in relief, only for him to return to your cunt. This time, he's much more punishing, fucking you aggressively with his tongue. It doesn't take long for him to find the spot that makes you cry out, and he targets it every time he thrusts in, making your legs spasm. His grip on you tightens and you're sure his claws are going to leave marks on your hips.
Helpless to stop him, you endure two more orgasms that leave you out of breath and seeing stars. You're sure he would have tried for a fourth but you tap his arms aggressively, the overstimulation finally getting to you. He plants a final kiss on your clit, startling another soft whine from you before pulling away and sitting up. You lay limp amongst the blankets, sure that your legs wouldn't work if you tried.
Sebastian looks pleased as if absolutely destroying you was some sort of accomplishment. He lays down next to you and pulls you against his chest, spooning you. You happily tuck yourself into him, your exhaustion already coming for you.
"So round two in like ten minutes?" Sebastian says teasingly, kissing the top of your head.
You groan. "I think I'd die."
He laughs, squeezing you a bit. "Not the worst way to go. Plus we both know you'd come back. Come to think of it, I wouldn't mind figuring out what file I'd have to give you."
The thought makes you giggles. "Do you have one that says 'You died from getting eaten out too well'?"
Sebastian snorts then says, "Too well, huh? I'll take it as a compliment. Although, I suppose how loud you were is a compliment in and of itself."
You smack his arm halfheartedly a blush spreading across your face. "Shut up. You're going to be the death of me."
You grab at one of the blankets the two of you aren't laying on and haphazardly throw it over yourself. You didn't really want to fall asleep ass out. Sebastian tucks the blanket around you, with another kiss. "I assume you want a nap?" he asks.
"You assume correctly. Don't move."
"I wouldn't dare." He chuckles, wrapping his tail around you so you're practically surrounded by him. You close your eyes, falling asleep almost instantly, bundled up in his arms.
Sebastian sighed looking over your sleeping body. You'd been adorable twitching and struggling under his grip and if he could, he'd have all your moans and whimpers recorded to listen to over and over again. Though he couldn't say it aloud yet, he loved you in every sense of the word. He rested his head on yours and closed his eyes. He doubted he'd be able to sleep though. As glad as he was that you enjoyed yourself, god was he horny.