Imagine celebrating Sebastian’s birthday with his friends at Malibu. 

Seb was sitting on a stair drinking some tequila, giggling, trying to avoid the sun. 

‘Hey, birthday boy!’ You smiled and kneel in font on him, resting your hands on his feet. ‘Maybe you should eat something or drink some water.’ You suggest after seeing his tipsy smile and clouded blue eyes. 

‘I’m fine. I’m 35 now, I can take care of myself.’ He giggled taking a sip of his drink. 

‘I see.’ You put out your tongue a bit, raising your eyebrows in disbelieve, before your grimace turned into a huge smile.

‘Don’t do this if you don’t want me to lick it.’ He threatened you. Your eyes went wide by surprise, pulling away from him a little. He must have been really drunk, it was the only explanation to his words. He didn’t mean it, I mean he was your friend. 

‘Alright, enough of this for now.’ You sighed and reached out to pull out the glass of his hand. ‘You are way too drunk, sweetheart.’ ‘You added and let your hair cover your flushed cheeks. 

‘Maybe, but you like the idea.’ He claimed narrowing his eyes, turning his head to see your face.

His voice was low which made you shiver, and you were so occupied to get his drink, you didn’t even notice how close you were to him. ‘You do want me to lick your lips, don’t you? Maybe something else, huh?’

‘Sebastian!’ You upbraided him, but you couldn’t help the fact that your cheeks turned even more red. You looked at him and instinctively stared at his full, pink lips for a second. He was right.

‘Come on, doll. You can’t stop thinking about kissing me.’ He teased with a huge, naughty smile, as his hand reached out to slid on the back of your head. 

‘Because you don’t stop talking about it.’ You tried to defend yourself, while you were still kneeling between his legs on the stairs. 

‘No. Because you want to kiss me.’ He said, and before you could have said anything he pulled you closer, making you to lean on your palm. First he brushed his lips against yours, waiting your reaction. You froze and didn’t move, so Seb pressed his lips against yours making you taste the tequila and the lime on them. He was exploring your mouth slowly, waiting for you to kiss him back or slap him in the face. You sighed onto his lips before parting yours, to let him keep his promise. His tongue quickly slid into your mouth stroking yours, so pleasantly. He moaned into the kiss when you kissed him back equally excited as he was. Sebastian’s hand run down on your side to grip your hips and pull you onto his lap. You straddled him, running your fingers through his curly hair, kissing him passionately. His hands were stroking your back, gripping your hips to pull you closer to his bare chest. You bit his lower lip, making him sigh, then soothed the red skin with your tongue. 

You could hear some cheering and clapping when the others noticed this little private action of yours, but you didn’t mind. 

‘So, is this my birthday present?’ He asked quietly. The steel blue eyes were sparkling by happiness, and he was grinning ear to ear. 

‘You have already got your present, Seb.’ You reminded him. ‘ But maybe you could get another one, later, at night.’ You whispered, making him moan impatiently, before he occupied your lips again.