#sdfkjdshf my inbox being the woRST ????

[iicarians]

@irrwicht​ sent: “ [consent is sexy] - SebAsh                                 (your inbox still hates me) ”

        there’s something in sebastian that comes alive under ash’s touch, as if something had been laying dormant in his chest, waiting for the other to come along and breath life into it. and even though the other male is quite literally on top of him, he still surges forwards, trying to close any gaps he can find between the pair of them. he’s drowning in his mouth, lips, tongue, hands ... every point of contact between them is enough to set sebastian on fire, yet he still wants more. the hand tangled in ash’s hair releases itself to slide down the other’s shoulders and drag its way down a solid chest, finally coming to a stop as it reaches the bottom hem of his shirt. he grips fabric in his hand, twisting between clenched fingers before he pulls back enough to assess ash’s expression ; to see if he wants this too. “ yes or no? ” he asks, hands and body stilling as he waits for a response, save for the quiet rise and fall of his chest as he tries to recover his breath. over time he’s learned of certain lines in the other male ... sometimes they’re obvious to spot, and other times he has to be looking carefully to find it. but he maps them out in his mind all the same, taking each piece and tucking it carefully away to look out for.