Intimacy was something of a farce in Sage's life, so many of his escapades were in shadowy corners with people whose name he never remembers and pretends to forget the following day. They were throwaway moments that he pretends never happened and buries in the haze of tightly packed clubs and booming music. This-- this was something else entirely though. There was so much more here, in the air between them, and Sage adores it. They might be new to this, the static feeling that builds beneath their skin, but they both know how to pull pleasure from each other.

As soon as Zelo gives him permission, tells him to fuck his mouth if he wants, Sage complies with a flush burning his cheeks. The witch still makes sure that he doesn't tug on his hair too hard, knows there is a fine line between pain and pleasure there, but he doesn't stop his hips from snapping up and seeking warmth and pressure. Seeking more of Zelo.

"God, fucking love how you feel like this, you're so good to me fuck." There is awe in the cracks of his voice, mingling with desire and want. Sage really doesn't know what to do with the affection he is shown, even now there is so much more than just physical pleasure here. Neither of them are strangers to that, this is something more. Makes the pleasure burn white hot and overwhelming in his gut and it isn't long before Sage is tugging at Zelo's hair as he snaps his hips, whimper on his lips because shitshitshit, he can't hold it together much longer.

When Sage finally crashes, lets go and comes with a jerk of his hips, it is with Zelo's name on his lips, bright and reverent.