[Fanfiction] "Bass Line"
Paraguay/Uruguay
There’s a secret line of freckles that span across Sebastián’s back that Daniel takes special satisfaction in being one of the privileged few who know of its existence, and a certain joy that thrums with arousing force in his veins as he connects the lines between them with his tongue.
He smiles to himself as he lets his unashamedly bold hands explore a path down the flat planes of Sebastián’s chest and stomach. He presses his lips to the shell of Sebastián’s ear, down the line of his jaw when his head tips backwards appreciatively.
Daniel smiles again when he finally captures Sebastián’s mouth with his own, laughing slightly when the Uruguayan goes rigid in his lap as Daniel’s unsubtle hands slide lower.
Daniel tugs at Sebastián’s bottom lip with his teeth as a distraction, but he only grows tenser with each pass of Daniel’s fingers, winding up like a guitar string tightened too far.
Daniel intends to play him until he snaps.
There’s a secret line of freckles that span across Sebastián’s back that Daniel takes special satisfaction in being one of the privileged few who know of its existence, and a certain joy that thrums with arousing force in his veins as he connects the lines between them with his tongue.
He smiles to himself as he lets his unashamedly bold hands explore a path down the flat planes of Sebastián’s chest and stomach. He presses his lips to the shell of Sebastián’s ear, down the line of his jaw when his head tips backwards appreciatively.
Daniel smiles again when he finally captures Sebastián’s mouth with his own, laughing slightly when the Uruguayan goes rigid in his lap as Daniel’s unsubtle hands slide lower.
Daniel tugs at Sebastián’s bottom lip with his teeth as a distraction, but he only grows tenser with each pass of Daniel’s fingers, winding up like a guitar string tightened too far.
Daniel intends to play him until he snaps.