Sins of the Father | Sebastian x OFC (Caroline Rookwood) | Ominis x Garreth

Interlude: Taught and Learned

**Continuation Extra of their "First" night together. Mix of both Caroline and Sebastian's POVs. Cross-Posted on AO3-- And I wouldn't deny you all a chance to read either**

Caroline

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He had always said she should have been a Ravenclaw.

With their cleverness, wit, and creativity— Caroline had those in spades. Yet what was the difference in the intellectual curiosity between a bird and a snake? There were no shortcuts for those that flew high above, surveying each blade and sway of trees below with a diligence known only to those who wanted to take their moment to understand in full.

And she took great pleasure in understanding the way of all worlds but would liken a Slytherin's intelligence and curiosity to two things—cunning and ambition.

That much was certain in Sebastian Sallow's case as she lay panting in his hands. He was grinning into her shoulder, the feathery whisper of his kisses silently promising of the night yet to come. He had been determined to take her to the peak of her pleasure but unlike the slow, calculated, and meticulous gaze of a bird, he was crafty, diligent, and intent on finding her buttons that would swiftly send her into various states of bliss. He would mark his path, winding down her figure with a searing, wet kiss, shifting between a light nip and suck at each unclaimed bare of skin.

"Won't you have me? All of me?"

She would not forget her mistaken thought that bliss could not be higher than the touch of his hands and lips upon her until she was pulling him close with the grip of her legs. He gave himself and she welcomed all of him while her mind scrambled for the string of words to urge him further only for her whisper to fall from her lips as a simple demand. More. She was apt to shape the word please when the push and pull of his body on hers became their new dance. So she demanded more and more and he was pliant and willing in his answer with his hips.

But, if lack of mannerisms on her part could compel him to move as though he were gliding with her breathless across the dance floor, she wondered what the feeling of him would be if she said please.

She would imagine, as Sebastian was won't to do, that he would relish. Relish at her begging, taking his time to draw further pleas and moans from her throat with a leisurely kiss. She would imagine he would drag his tongue across the bottom of her lip to illicit a cry of his name in frustration before the plunge of his length against her would strangle the reproach hovering at her lips. And she imagined that a simple please would entreat him to thrust into her at an uncertain pace, languorous enough that his name became her prayers and hurried enough as she begged him for that merciful bliss.

And she knew he would give it to her like it was his ambitious calling.

She certainly was not forgetting the feel of his lips as he woke her from sleep, the feathery brushes along her shoulders and down her arms, to the inside of her palm and the tips of her fingers like offerings at an altar. The temptation of him was too great, with his freckled face, lopsided smile and daring eyes. She would groan with a laugh, turning to capture his lips with hers—sleep all but forgotten. 

How many minutes or hours had passed since he gave her, her first? Their first. Their second? And all of hers in between? His insatiability was infectious from the heat pooling within her. It was ironic how reversed their usual roles were—her the novice and him with all the knowledge in the world. It was exhilarating to learn, especially when it was at the palm of Sebastian's hands. But tonight, had not been learning about his own desires and displeasures— no, tonight she had been learning all the ways she could blush at the stroke of his fingers and tongue. Tonight, was learning the different ways she could use all the dirty words to plead and bargain with him. Tonight, had been a lesson in her pleasure.

She was stammering in between breaths, her questions of his own wants and needs silenced by the trail of his tongue along the peaks of her breasts, her reaches for his cock stilled by the pin of his hands as his hips bore into her, and the haze of her mind quelling the need to argue for her turn to do Merlin knows what for and to him in favor of bucking against him.

Sebastian

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And where Caroline fell apart beneath him, he chased after her own high at his own pace, content in tracing the way she shuddered, her hands clenching and reaching for him as the shape of her mouth could only form the sounds of those words always seemingly ready at her lips.

Sebastian was teaching her to take what she wanted. The blush of her cheeks lessened the more he sought to frustrate and deny her his touches. The uncertainty in her eyes gave way to a burning flame each time the word yes fell from her at his ask of her surety. And the quiet words of want at her lips became louder and commanding with each hardened push and pull of his body against hers.

More? He couldn't deny showing her each and every way to find pleasure—especially when she fell apart for him at the brush of his fingers at the button of her core while he took her. She was a shivering, beautiful mess for him as she pleaded and promised anything and everything if he would just keep moving harder and faster. And he would remember to collect on that promise later once he marked, kissed, and touched every part of her being body and soul.

He was memorizing, taking note of each sound and face she would make as he shifted her in various states on her bed. Because when the word please finally fell from her lips like a beautiful sigh, he wanted to hear it again and again and again. Please sounded sinful with her legs thrown over his shoulders as he drove into her. Please sounded commanding as he shifted her to ride atop him, shivering at the rake of her nails along his chest and the sight of her head thrown back. Please sounded needy and ravenous taking her from behind as she muffled her moans into her pillow.

"You're still—" she trailed off, trying to catch her breath as he flipped her to stare up at him while he set a languid pace of his strokes. He was stifling his laugh—her face shifting to annoyance at the knit of her brows and her eyes widening at the sensation between them.

"Are you tired?" he asked softly, his pace slowing with each word, "I can stop here—you only need to give me your word."

"No!" she whimpered before glaring at the slight snort of his laughter, "I thought we made it clear you don't ever know when to stop."

"I can for you, Caroline."

"Don't," she pouted, reaching to pull him down for a kiss, "Please, Sebastian."

He swallowed the yearning in her voice, the sound of her moans and his groans filling the space between them as he sought to stoke and quell the fire within them. She was uttering and nipping the obscenities she learned as her hands grasped through his hair. The plunge of his hips against hers weren't as deliciously sounding as the sound of his name fell from her lips begging him to take pity on her. And he moved and stroked and thrusted at her pleas, watching as the wave of bliss began to settle on her face as he chased after her. But she held on, waiting for him, her grasp firm and tender along his hair, breathless as she called his name—her voice like a siren call as the waves of pleasure crashed between them.

And he answered her soft and quiet 'please' with a simple kiss between them.

Authors Note:

There will likely be more interludes in the future-- trying to not use "cock" more than once in a smutty chapter is pretty hard. Getting the words to fit the tone is just even harder-- so hopefully, despite the shortness of this chapter, this has been enjoyable!