Sebastian was on his knees. He was rapidly trying to keep his tongue in Atlas's mouth, like he was fingering and fucking him at the same time. A minute ago, he had thrown Atlas on the bed, and he had his lips tracing from his mouth to his neck.
Atlas moaned with pleasure, and his eyes went wide with pleasure, and he stretched his legs wider so Sebastian would have more space to crawl between his legs, and Atlas groaned from the pressure on his regions.
It felt so good. Crazy good.
Sebastian's chest heaved heavily like he ran a thousand miles, and he couldn't stop his hands from roaming around, and his hands went to grab his waist closer, and he went to grab Atlas's hands.
He pulled Atlas's hands above his head.
Seeing Atlas's vulnerable form does undeniable things to him; his insides squeeze with pleasure and joy. He likes seeing Atlas flush with pleasure and pain, like he wouldn't be anyplace else.