Pov: Ominis Massages Sebastian, But Sebastians Back Is Covered In Thick And Hard Knots Because He's A

Pov: Ominis massages Sebastian, but Sebastians back is covered in thick and hard knots because he's a tense motherfrucker

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Just under 1,000 words of Sebinis fluff!

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Sebastian was terrible at taking care of himself.

It had taken Ominis years to fully grasp the extent of it, but at this point, he could read the signs with infuriating ease.

The tension in Sebastian’s voice when he insisted he was fine.

The way his footsteps were heavier, how he rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck as though brute force could undo the damage months of stress had done to his body.

And, of course, the way he collapsed into bed at the end of the day with a groan so deep it could be mistaken for a death rattle.

Ominis would try to help him but he was usually met with a swat and a grumble.

Tonight was no different, Sebastian had come home after a long shift at the Ministry, carrying the scent of the heatwave they were currently suffering though. He had murmured something unintelligible about the infernal temperature before practically tearing off his clothes and falling onto the bed, boneless and unconscious before he even hit the mattress.

Now, he lay sprawled on his stomach, his face half-buried in a pillow. One arm dangled limply off the mattress, fingers curled slightly, twitching every so often as if grasping at something in a dream. His skin, usually kissed by the sun, was slick with the faintest sheen of sweat, warmth radiating from him like a fire.

Ominis sat beside him, book in hand, letting his fingers trace over the dotted letters as he read. The room was quiet except for the occasional rustle of his page and Sebastian’s soft breathing.

He hummed under his breath and reached out absently, fingertips skimming along Sebastian’s messy hair, down to his shoulders, just to feel the warmth of him. But as soon as his fingers pressed into his skin, he froze.

There were knots. Everywhere. Thick, hard cords of tension bunched beneath Sebastian’s skin, coiled tight like they’d been left to fester for years.

Ominis frowned, setting his book on the nightstand as he pressed his palm more firmly against the muscles, feeling the resistance.

No reaction, just the steady rise and fall of Sebastian’s breath, peaceful and ignorant of the growing horror in his partner's unseeing gaze.

He probed again, harder, fingers searching for the worst of the knots, finding it under the curve of his shoulder. Ominis pressed, fingers sliding but not deep enough.

With a huff, Ominis shifted, moving one leg over the sleeping man's hips to settle down on the plush cushion. “You really are a corpse when you sleep aren't you?”

Shaking his head, Ominis took his thumbs and pressed hard against the knot, rollinf deep, deliberate circles into the muscle. Sebastian jerked, back arching in protest as a pained groan slipped from between his lips.

“Sweet Salazar above,” he choked out, trying to twist over. The weight on his hips remained firm, pining him in place. “Ominis, are you straddling me?”

Ominis didn't hesitate. “Yes.”

Sebastian made another small noise of protest as he shifted again. Ominis could feel the exact moment he realized what was happening.

“Oh.”

Ominis scoffed “Oh…” He swiped his thumbs into the knot again and Sebastian let kut a soft whine, finger tightening into the sheets. “Did you know your back is an absolute disaster?"

“Mhmm,” Sebastian yawned, sinking back into the pillow. “S'why I don't think about it…”

Ominis kneaded the knot again, applying more pressure. Sebastian shuddered beneath him, arching slightly. “Fuck…”

"You're made of granite," Ominis muttered, moving to the other tense shoulder. "I’m doing you a favor."

Sebastian grumbled something unintelligible, his face half-smothered in the pillow, but he didn’t tell Ominis to stop.

Slowly, methodically, Ominis worked his way across his back, thumbs pressing and rolling, feeling out the knots and working to break them apart. Sebastian twitched and tensed at first, but eventually, his body started melting into the mattress.

Ominis found another large knot along his spine and dug his knuckles into it.

"Mother of Morgana," Sebastian jolted again, voice strangled. "You trying to kill me?"

"If I were trying to kill you, you’d know it," Ominis said dryly, continuing his work.

Sebastian groaned, shifting slightly beneath Ominis. "Feels like you’re trying to exorcise a demon from my spine."

Ominis smirked. "And here I thought you were the demon."

Sebastian hummed, voice softening. "Maybe. But I think you’ve almost beaten it out of me."

His breathing was slowing down, his body lax under Ominis’s touch. Ominis softened his touch, gliding his hands gently over Sebastian’s back, lulling him to rest. His fingers trailed absently along his shoulder blades, mapping the lines of him, feeling out every little imperfection, every place where his body had hardened under the weight of stress.

Sebastian sighed deeply, hands twitching against the sheets. "...That feels good," he mumbled, barely coherent now. "You’ve got nice hands. You should do this more often."

Ominis rolled his eyes. "You mean, fix your self-inflicted tension before it kills you more often?"

Sebastian yawned, sinking further into the bed. "Mmm. Yeah. That."

Ominis shook his head fondly. He gave Sebastian’s back one last slow, soothing stroke before leaning down to press a feather-light kiss to his shoulder blade.

Sebastian let out a pleased little sigh. "That’s cheating," he murmured.

Ominis arched a brow. "How so?"

"You’re making me soft," Sebastian mumbled. "I need to be a menace. It’s in my blood."

Ominis smirked, letting his lips brush against Sebastian’s skin again. "You can be a menace in the morning. Right now, you're mine."

Sebastian made a content noise, something dangerously close to a purr, before shifting slightly. His hand, previously curled into the sheets, reached back to find Ominis’s, squeezing his fingers in a slow, lazy motion.

Ominis squeezed back and let himself be pulled down into Sebastian’s arms. Sebastian's breath evened out soon after.

Ominis let himself relax, too, sinking into the warmth of Sebastian.