Chapter 12
The grin on Sebastian’s face is terrifying. Peter can tell Sebastian is eager to make him confess his love. It’s perfect. It’s pursuit and force and makes him feel wanted. As if his love is valuable and worth fighting for. And even better is that he’d be fighting against himself.
Peter is pushed back to the bed and he lies there with his heart pounding as Sebastian moves around the room. Peter closes his eyes, focuses on his breathing and his pounding heart, needing to calm down and get himself under control.
His hand slides over the collar, touching it, pulling on it, and his other hand is between his legs, encountering the metal surrounding his cock. He whimpers and his legs rise, his hips rock as lust and panic twine together inside him.
What if it’s too much? What if he can’t stand being caged and collared? “I need to come,” he whispers and tugs on the cage. Which hurts.
And hurting makes him hard.
He tugs on the mass as if he can jerk the whole thing off. It’s frustrating and he loses time to the misery and need roiling through him. How does he convince Sebastian to take it off? To let him come?
“We just got together. Formally, I mean,” Peter says.
Sebastian doesn’t respond right away. “Hmm. That’s true,” he finally says. He sounds calm. He isn’t in a rush.
Peter is frantic inside.
“Sebastian? Please?”
“Please what, baby?”
“Can I come? Can the cage come off for a little while so I can… Shouldn’t I get to come because I got collared?”
Sebastian comes back into view and Peter stares at his naked body. He reaches for him, needing him closer. There’s lube in his hand.
Oh no. Oh god.
“To celebrate we’re going to take our relationship a step further, honey. I want to start training you to only come on my cock. We can do that, honey. I know you can get there.”
Peter closes his eyes again, trying to keep the emotion in check. “Can we start tomorrow?”
“You really are riled up, aren’t you?”
The bed dips. And then Sebastian is over him and he’s sitting on Peter’s chest. Peter looks up at him, gasping at the pleasure of having his heat and weight anchoring him to the bed.
To the here and now. He caresses Sebastian’s thighs, looks at his hard cock.
He raises his head and breathes in the scent of his lover.
“Good boy.” Sebastian rises to his knees and then plants his hand above Peter’s head. His cock hovers over Peter’s face.
“Yes. Please,” Peter whispers.
“Do you remember when I broke into your house?”
“Vaguely.”
“Smart ass. Anyway, I wasn’t very nice about your muscular chest.”
“You mean my moobs?” he says and blushes.
“You know I was just angry. They’re beautiful.”
“I know. You come on them all the time. And bite the hell out of my nipples.”
“Fuck, I know,” he says and lowers himself so the shaft of his rock-hard cock grazes over Peter’s face. Peter tilts his head and opens his mouth, tries to lick and suck whatever he can reach. “Yeah, good boy,” Sebastian praises and rocks forward and back, cock sliding along Peter’s open lips.
“Squeeze those tits together, baby.”
“What?” he whispers.
Sebastian grins and leans back. He picks up the bottle of lube and squirts it into his hand. He slicks his cock and then swipes his hand down Peter’s chest.
“Your mouth will be open, you’ll keep those tits tight together to make me feel good, and I’ll come on your collar and face. If you’re lucky you’ll have some to swallow, too.”
He wants to cry. He’s so fucking hard. This will be agony. An up-close reminder and active participation in making Sebastian come while Peter can’t.
It’s torture.
“Hands,” Sebastian orders.
He obeys.
Heat and hardness glide across his chest, the head bumping his collar and his chin.
“Tilt your head down, baby. Open your mouth. Suck the head if it comes close enough.”
It’s degrading, objectifying. Tears spill down the sides of his face.
“There’s my boy. Owned and regretting it, sweetheart?”
“No. Never.”
“I’m going to come. What about you?”
“You’re not going to let me.”
“You sound very sure,” he says and grunts as he thrusts hard between Peter’s pecs.
“I know you. You want to make me crazy with denial. You want to break me down, want me to come because I’m so backed up and desperate that it just happens from a random touch.”
Sebastian is thrusting, staring down at him as he uses Peter’s body, gliding endlessly, getting closer to coming. He slows down, cups Peter’s face with one hand, pets at his bottom lip, his open mouth. Sebastian watches as more tears roll down Peter’s face.
“You’re unbelievably perfect. Sweet and generous.
Smart and kind. So giving… You’re also wrong.
I have this for you, too,” he says, and then he picks up a vibrator.
Peter hadn’t even noticed it. Has no idea where it came from.
“I was going to let you come with it on your locked-up clit. The lowest setting, see how long it took for you to get there. But I think it’s better if I let you choose. ”
“What am I choosing?” Peter finally asks.
“Do you want the vibrator for the weekend? You can use it whenever you want. It’s your birthday weekend.”
Peter licks his lips. “You’re evil.”
“I think it takes two, honey. I’m offering you comfort and pleasure.”
“What do I get if I go without it?” Peter asks.
“Nothing.”
“What do you mean nothing? I’d be giving up pleasure, proving I can endure for you. Isn’t that worth something?”
Sebastian shrugs. His gaze is direct. He’s calling Peter’s bluff.
“It’s a gift you’re giving to yourself, Peter.
It has nothing to do with me. I’m happy for you to come all weekend.
Through the cage. But I’m also willing to let you dwell in utter misery for the weekend and take care of you as you struggle with the denial. ”
“You get turned on by it. You’ll use me hard.”
“True. That’s just the perks of being the Dom. Comfort or misery, honey. It’s your choice. You’re collared now. You’re caged. What do you want?”
Peter can’t stand to look at him. He turns his face to the side. Sebastian sighs and takes Peter’s hands, settles them back on his chest, has him squeeze his pecs together, and starts to thrust again. He chases his pleasure while Peter struggles with the choice.
Sebastian grunts and moans, starts to tremble, and Peter hasn’t even been able to think. He needs to come. He wants it so much. A weekend of pleasure. Of both of them coming. Why is it even a decision? Of course Peter wants to come!
And he’s earned this weekend. And it’s his birthday.
“Open, honey. Close your eyes. I’m close.”
Peter obeys, every part of him tense and expectant, waiting for the first splash of come to hit him. Peter whimpers when it lands.
“Fuck. Yes,” Sebastian says, all pleasure and power and relief. He moans in contentment, grinds his balls against Peter’s chest as the last shocks of pleasure go through him.
Peter needs to come. He’s desperate for it. He won’t be able to sleep because he’s so frustrated and needing. He won’t be able to think. He’ll be miserable and frustrated and a wreck the whole weekend.
“If I come… we’ll have a nice time together.”
Sebastian chuckles. “Yes, we will.”
“If I don’t come…”
“Well, then I’ll have my work cut out for me, won’t I? My needy, desperate boy.”
“Why are you even offering me the choice?”
“Because I know who you are. You should know that. You’re worth the effort. You’re beautiful when you’re demanding. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“I don’t want the vibrator.”
“That’s good. I didn’t bring batteries.”
Peter laughs, uses all his strength to wrestle Sebastian down to the bed, climbing half on top of him. He looks down at his smiling face and kisses him gently.
“I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you, too, Peter.”