Blaine’s answer was gripping the lapels of the Dalton blazer, flipping it’s owner around and pressing him to the now closed door, and slamming his lips against Sebastian’s.

It felt like forever had passed when they finally separated. Blaine shoved Sebastian away from him, stepping fully into the room, becoming more familiar as images of their last encounter flashed through his mind. He walked up to the dresser, undoing his watch and throwing it into a tasteful decorative bowl, clattering with the few pieces of change already there.

When he turned around, Sebastian was standing there, his hands coming down to Blaine’s hips. “I would take you now,” he growled, leaning in towards Blaine’s ear, “but I don’t think my roommate would appreciate me fucking on his furniture.” Blaine moaned as Sebastian bit his earlobe.

“Actually,” Blaine panted out, gripping the edge of the dresser, “that would be pretty hot.”

Sebastian stopped suddenly, before pulling back and meeting Blaine’s half-lidded eyes. “God, babe,” he whispered, leaning in slowly as his hands glided down to Blaine’s thighs, “you have the best ideas.” He kissed him then, gripping the bottoms of his thighs and lifting him up onto the dresser. Blaine’s hands shot up to Sebastian’s hair, back pressed against the mirror as Sebastian’s palms flat against the surface on either side of Blaine’s hips, shoving the bowl and everything else onto the floor. When a bottle of cologne spilled on the carpet, Blaine flinched, but they kept kissing.

Sebastian’s hand were everywhere. Blaine’s hips, Blaine’s sides, Blaine’s arms, cheeks, hair, shoulders, knees. He crawled up, straddling Blaine on the dresser, finally settling for one hand smearing across the mirror and the other struggling with Blaine’s shirt buttons.

Blaine smiled into the kiss, his grip tightening in Sebastian’s brown locks before he pulled the boy back. He leaned in, sucking at Sebastian’s throat.

“Damn, babe,” Sebastian breathed, finally able to concentrate on the buttons and getting three done before his mind was blurred again. The wetness against his neck was making him weak. “You are so much more eager than you were the last time.”

Blaine sucked particularly hard in acknowledgement. “I’ve been craving this,” he mumbled against that neck, which was slowly becoming damp with sweat, “for the past two months.”

Sebastian chuckled, “I tend to do that to people.”

Blaine was stunned at Sebastian’s coherency. He was already a puddle against the mirror, while Sebastian seemed to have his head on straight. The last button slipped through the fabric, and Sebastian had to pry Blaine’s fingers from his hair to slide his shirt off his shoulders.

Blaine’s mouth trailed lower and lower, mapping out the skin on Sebastian’s neck. When he met the white collar of Sebastian’s shirt, he grunted in disapproval. “I don’t see why you didn’t just answer the door naked, Seb.”

The words went straight to Sebastian’s dick as he pressed his hips against Blaine’s, making Blaine moan in sudden ecstasy. “I love it when you call me that, babe,” he whispered, head thrown back.

Blaine panted, jerking his hips up to Sebastian’s, trying to make a rhythm. “And I love it when you call me that, Seb.”

Sebastian moaned this time, hands bruising Blaine’s shoulders and shoving him against the mirror, his eyes hungry as he watched Blaine’s head knock against the reflective glass. Their lips met again, and Blaine gripped Sebastian’s tie, cutting off his breath slightly. Sebastian made quick work of his blazer before working on the buttons underneath his tie and Blaine’s hand. He went to tug off his shirt, but Blaine let go of his tie and stopped Sebastian’s hands. He loosened the tie, then rubbed his hands up and down Sebastian’s chest, fingers catching against Sebastian’s rock hard nipples. Sebastian broke the kiss to moan into the air between them, and Blaine leaned in to recapture those lips, biting lightly on Sebastian’s bottom lip.

The kiss was fast, but Blaine’s hands were slow, as he finally brought his hands up to Sebastian’s shoulders underneath his shirt, and slowly pushed the fabric down his arms, rubbing his thumbs against the skin as he went. “I love your muscles,” Blaine moaned against his lips, tongue tangled perfectly with Sebastian’s.

Sebastian kissed back harder in response, letting his shirt drop to the floor before stroking his fingers through Blaine’s curls, taking control of the kiss as his tongue lapped against Blaine’s teeth, tickling the roof of his mouth, and Blaine was a mess below him, moaning as he rutted desperately against Sebastian.

The sharp trill of a phone broke through the moans, and Blaine whined as his hand was forced to leave Sebastian’s chest. He dug into his pocket and pressed a button, sure from his memory that it was the deny button, before throwing it across the room, landing on the comforter of one of the beds.

Sebastian moaned as Blaine’s hand returned to his chest, tweaking a nipple between his thumb and fore finger. “God, babe, you are so good at that.”

Blaine took the encouragement, blunt fingernails dragging against Sebastian’s chest.

“Bed,” Blaine panted, turning his head to the side to break the kiss. “Now.”

Sebastian sucked hard against Blaine’s neck, getting in a few good ruts, before sliding off the dresser and rubbing his hands up Blaine’s thighs. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you on the dresser.”

Blaine moaned at the thought. “I said I wanted you to fuck me on your roommate’s furniture. And quite frankly,” he paused a moment to catch his breath, his pants dying down, “I’d rather not have a sore back in the morning.”

“What would it matter, babe?” Sebastian smirked. “It’s not like we won’t be fucking all day tomorrow, anyway.”

“Seb,” Blaine groaned brokenly, palming himself through his jeans.

“Babe,” Sebastian spoke, voice firm, “I know you’re not doing anything without me.”

Blaine was panting again, shooting Sebastian a glare.

“Then fuck me already.”