Chapter 7
Peter wakes up to Sebastian’s hand sliding over his hip and cupping his hard cock. Sebastian squeezes the shaft, and as soon as Peter moans, his hand slides down to Peter’s balls. Peter huffs in annoyance, positive Sebastian stopped touching his cock because he enjoyed it. The sadist.
“I want to fuck you,” Sebastian says, his voice sleep rough. Thank god, Peter thinks, positive those are the best five words in the English language.
He shivers and goes to his stomach. “Knock yourself out,” he murmurs, smiling into the pillow. He tries to play it a little calm, like this isn’t a desperate necessity. Sebastian will make fun of him, might make him beg for it if he figures out how much Peter wants it.
The covers get thrown off him. “Hey, it’s cold!” Peter says.
Sebastian’s warm finger runs down his back as Peter breaks into goose bumps. “Then turn up the heat, cheapskate.”
Peter snorts and throws him a look over his shoulder. “Is that an order? You have temperature requirements now?” What does it say about Peter that he hopes the answer is yes?
Sebastian spanks Peter on the ass and Peter yelps, turning his head on the pillow so he can see Sebastian properly.
Sebastian’s hair is a wreck. His eyes are a lovely blue, and he has crease marks on his cheek from sleeping on his side, cock pressed up against Peter’s ass all night, unwilling to let him go.
He’s naked and hard, touching himself idly.
“Yeah, actually, I do. Go see what it’s at and turn it up.”
“You’re being ridiculous,” Peter argues. “Just fuck me already.”
“No,” Sebastian says after a long moment. “Go tell me what the temperature is. Come on, Peter. Don’t you want to be good for me?”
Peter gets out of bed with a long-suffering sigh and checks the thermostat. “It’s fifty-seven.”
“Fuck. No wonder my nipples are about to break off. Turn it to sixty-eight. Let’s be civilized.”
“Sixty-eight? Are you out of your fucking mind? Do you know how expensive that is?” Peter demands. He turns it up and goes back to the bedroom.
“Did you put it to sixty-eight?”
“That’s too hot,” Peter says. He did actually, but he doesn’t want to let on just how easy he is. Not if he doesn’t have to.
“So what did you put the temperature to, Grandpa? Sixty-two?” Sebastian grabs the covers and pulls them back up like he’s freezing. He’s peering over the top. “I’m not fucking you if it’s sixty-two.”
“What a delicate constitution you have,” Peter murmurs, crawling back into bed. Sebastian’s gaze shifts, watching Peter’s cock and his everything as he prowls up the bed. “The way you’re looking at me makes me think that’s a hollow threat.”
“Yeah,” Sebastian says, chewing idly on his bottom lip as he ogles Peter. “God, look at your tits.”
“I thought they were moobs,” Peter says, annoyed. Still.
Sebastian grins. “Please tell me you put it to sixty-eight so I can just get on with it.”
Peter rolls his eyes, lying back down. “It’s sixty-eight, just like you asked for, Your Highness.”
“Highness? Nah. You want to call me Sir?” He gets out from under the covers, attention already fixed on Peter’s ass.
“No, I was in the military. I don’t want to call you Sir.”
“How about… Master? Relax,” he says and leans over, spreads Peter’s cheeks, and presses the lube shooter into him. He must have grabbed it when Peter left the room.
“Fuck,” Peter says and grinds into the bed. He’s been leaking come all night, this bizarre tickling feeling between his cheeks and his thighs. He was wet, and now Sebastian has made it worse. And he’s going to get more come added into it all, and Peter loves the filth of it more than he’ll admit.
“You’re such a slut for it,” Sebastian says, laughing.
Peter blushes all over. “It’s weird and gross. But I know you’re going to fuck me when you do it. And I like that.”
“You love that. You’re a slut for that, too,” Sebastian says and settles between Peter’s legs. “Gimme your cock,” he orders, hand shoving under Peter’s balls carelessly. Peter’s hips rise, too late to protect himself, and the pain of fingers jabbed into his scrotum steals his breath.
“Fuck. I was good. I turned it to sixty-eight,” he says, just as Sebastian’s hand roughly grips him and pulls down. “Jesus!” Peter says and tries to go to all fours.
“Lie down. You’re fine,” Sebastian orders.
It’s a struggle to lie down, his cock pulled between his legs and back toward Sebastian.
It’s not comfortable. It’s vulnerable and feels wrong.
He whimpers. Shit. He hadn’t meant to make that sound.
Sebastian tugs on Peter’s cock, stroking and pulling with both hands. “It’s like I’m milking you, isn’t it?”
“Sebastian, no,” he says and shudders. “Please…”
“You’re leaking now,” he says happily. Villainously. “Don’t fucking come. If you’re close you better say.”
“Then… dammit, stop.” How the fuck is Peter close to coming from this? His balls still smart, the grip tight and dry and horrible—Sebastian isn’t being nice at all—and Peter is so close to coming it’s ridiculous.
Sebastian’s hand lifts away, and Peter groans at the loss. Pain radiates up his shaft as Sebastian spanks his cock. Then his cheeks are parted. Sebastian spits on his hole. It’s filthy.
“Love that,” Peter gasps. It makes him feel like he’s a thing for Sebastian to use.
“Slut,” he says affectionately. Well, it feels affectionate to Peter. “We’re getting you a plug today,” he says and presses two fingers into Peter.
Peter gasps, gripping the bedding tightly. He shoves his face into the pillow and whines. It’s pathetic and embarrassing.
“Oh my god, that fucking sound. You’re gonna get it now. I’m so fucking hard for you. Open, honey. Open for me. I know you want my cock. I’m gonna fill you up. Make you even wetter. Mark you up as mine.”
“Ready? Please?” Peter is vaguely aware that he might not have been clear. He’s just so close to coming, and he wants Sebastian’s dick inside him, wants Sebastian to slam deep into him, grabbing his hips hard.
Sebastian laughs. The fingers come out, and three are at his hole pressing slowly inside.
“No. You’re too tense. Relax. I’m horny and I’m running out of patience.” Sebastian strokes Peter’s cock again, pulling hard and twisting. Peter shakes, so close to something and he isn’t sure what. His ass burns. He has to gasp in a breath, and it makes him come unexpectedly.
“Oh!” Pain blazes up his shaft as Sebastian spanks his spurting cock again.
“You fucking slut. Greedy fucking whore. What about me? I can’t even get my dick in you yet, and you’ve already had yours?” The words are fond and warm.
“Yeah, sorry… I’ll get hard again,” he promises.
“You made a mess.”
“Ow!” Peter howls as he gets smacked again. Sebastian pulls his fingers out and presses his cock inside.
“Get your leg open,” he demands, and Peter pulls his leg up the bed, opening himself up for Sebastian’s cock. Sebastian pulls the head out and spits on him again, presses back inside, and grunts as he presses forward. “Yellow or red, yeah? Otherwise, you just let me.”
“Oh god, I will. I’ll let you,” he says through gritted teeth. Of course he will. Always. For as long as Sebastian will have him, Peter will let him.
“Yeah, you will. Little slut, that’s why. You’re always hungry for a cock in your ass, aren’t you?”
“Yours,” Peter manages.
“I fucking hope so. If I even think you’re looking at someone else, you’ll get bent over so fucking fast. I’ll take my belt to you, how would that be?”
“Yes, please,” he gasps. “Fuck, yellow.”
Sebastian stills. “Do you need me to come out?”
“No, sorry. Just a second.” Tears fill his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Shh, it’s fine. It’s just a game, baby doll,” Sebastian says gently. He kisses Peter’s cheek then brushes the hair from his face. “You’re perfect. You need a minute, sweetheart?”
“I’m good now,” he whispers, blinking to clear his vision.
“Are you sure?” he asks, nuzzling his cheek, so sweet and affectionate.
“Yeah, please?”
Sebastian hesitates. “I’m gonna take you at your word. I don’t want to fucking second-guess it all the time. But I’m happy to pull out and come on your face, come in your mouth… so many options that would make me happy.”
“I mean it.”
“Then what are the tears?”
“I just… it’s disappointing. Don’t wanna let you down.”
“Let me down? Not possible. You give me everything I ask for. Hell, all you do is give yourself to people. Just, not like this. I don’t think.”
His laugh is rusty. “No, not like this. Um, please?”
Sebastian presses forward again, slower than before, bottoms out, and lies on Peter. He breathes him in, nose on Peter’s back. “Your skin smells good. How could you disappoint me? That’s ridiculous.”
“Don’t,” Peter says, embarrassed. The praise is unsettling and wrong.
Sebastian sighs and lifts himself up, slowly pulling out of Peter. “Over, sweetheart. Show me your face.”
“No, why?”
“If you’re gonna fall apart, then I wanna see it. Show me, baby.” The lust in Sebastian’s voice gives him the strength to turn over.
He grabs Sebastian, arms around his neck, legs around his hips. He tries to squirm back onto his cock. He doesn’t want to be looked at; he wants to be fucked. Sebastian kisses him quickly and then bites his neck as he lines back up and presses deep.
Peter tries to relax, and Sebastian pulls away from his neck, looking down at him. Watching him. Of course. “You’re gorgeous. I’m a lucky son of a bitch, aren’t I?”
Peter swallows hard. “I feel that way, too.”
“Good. Are you happy, Peter? You look happy now. Blissed out because you’re getting fucked. And because the heater is on.”
“Yeah, god. So full.”
“And warm. I’m gonna come. You’re too pretty.”
Peter grins and looks up at him. “I can live with that,” he says.
Sebastian fucks him, sucking on his neck so much it stings. He comes in Peter and keeps sucking until he slips out. Come and lube flood out of him. It’s a bizarre and filthy feeling. It’s sex. It’s a sign he’s been had.
“Sebastian,” he finally pleads, and Sebastian moves down his body, swallows Peter’s cock, and Peter struggles to hold on but he’s coming in no time, Sebastian’s fingers plunging in and out of his messy hole, pushing come back inside him.
Peter comes and Sebastian swallows, come running out of his mouth, and then he’s up, kissing Peter, more than a little of Peter's own come passed into his mouth.
Peter shudders and swallows, licks Sebastian’s stubbled jaw. “Cleaning up your mess? Good boy,” he growls.
Sebastian’s hard again. He presses back inside Peter. Peter is just about to ask if he can turn over, get fucked hard, when Sebastian speaks. “Over and ass up. You care if I pound away inside you for a bit?”
Peter licks his lips as Sebastian gets off him. “You say the sweetest things. You’re a poet.”
“I’m your fucking poet. Now get your ass in the air,” he demands and spanks Peter for not moving fast enough. Peter laughs and is pleased when Sebastian chuckles, hands on Peter’s hips, giving him a squeeze.
Peter sighs. “Is it a mess?”
Sebastian’s too sharp. Peter doesn’t even want to look at him for fear of Sebastian realizing just how much being filthy does it for him.
“I can’t even believe I’m gonna fuck this sloppy hole again,” he says and presses inside.
Peter moans in relief. Sebastian doesn’t go slow. He’s thrusting steadily almost instantly, fingers digging into Peter’s hips. It’s just how Peter wanted it.
“Too messy?” Peter grunts, hand against the headboard as Sebastian slams into him.
“Too loose. Loose and messy.”
“Oh my god,” Peter gasps. He imagines it, wonders how that would feel.
Sebastian fucks him for a long time. So long that Peter begins to shake. His hole aches and his rim stings. Sebastian finally comes with a low groan of pleasure, and Peter collapses to the bed in relief. “You’re gonna be sore,” Sebastian says, panting.
“Yeah, I am,” he says and clenches. Come seeps out of him. He burns and throbs.
Sebastian kisses his back as he slips out and gets Peter up, takes Peter with him to shower. Sebastian washes him, and Peter touches him all over, stunned anew that Sebastian wants him.
“I love this. Spending time with you. Having you here.”
“Good, I have no plans to go anywhere. I’d be pretty devastated if you decided you didn’t want me to be your Dom anymore.”
“Is that… is that what you are?”
He shrugs. “Your Dom, your friend, looks like I’m your boyfriend, too.”
“Yeah,” Peter says, kissing him over and over.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Sebastian.”
“Then I’ll have to make sure I treat you right so you stay, won’t I?” Sebastian gets Peter against the wall, slips down to his knees and parts Peter’s cheeks.
“Sebastian?”
“You look like you took the entire football team.”
“I don’t,” he says, weirdly pleased and aroused.
“You do. Jeez. You’d have the prettiest fucking gape.”
Then he’s licking at Peter, tongue pressing inside him and all around the rim. Peter knows his tongue is going inside. Can feel it on his slick walls. He’s so sore and stinging that it’s overwhelming.
“Can I come?”
“Yeah,” Sebastian says, and Peter jerks himself off, coming much too quickly, Sebastian licking him through it.
“Do you… are you gonna make me gape?”
“We can do that. If you want it.”
“I do.”
“Goddamn, sweetheart. Where have you been all my life,” Sebastian says absently. He turns off the water, shoves his hair out of his face, and hands Peter a towel.
Sebastian ties his own towel around his waist and dries Peter off.
“If I wasn’t so hungry, I could go again.”
“Slut,” Sebastian says fondly.
Peter blushes and grins, feels it fill him up inside. “When are you going to plant my garden?”
“We. When are we going to plant the garden. Two more months, baby.”
They dress and go downstairs.