"You know you have to ask me, right? You can't just come whenever you want. It's fucking rude. And if I say no, then that's it. You just have to be good. You want to make me happy, don't you?"
Sebastian's hand slides into his hair, fisting tight, making eye contact. Peter blinks up at him. "You think I'll say no a lot?" His smile is mean.
"Yeah, I do."
"Yeah, I will," he echoes. "So be careful when you get your hand on that cock. Don't get carried away."
Peter slows down, forces himself to stop. He's not stupid. He understands where this is going. "You're so fucking young," he says, because it's true and it's the only possible way Peter can get any sort of leverage here.
"Aren't you a Republican?" Sebastian looks at him skeptically, lips tilted downwards as if he's disappointed in a child or a dog for bad behavior.
"I've been kicked out of the party."
"Well, that's a start. Still. You should be fucking ashamed of yourself. What would people say? God, if I had to introduce you to my friends?—"
"Am I babysitting in this scenario?"
Sebastian's gaze narrows. There's a hint of a smile on his mouth. "Oh, honey. We both know you are not in charge here. I can do anything to you. It's making me really fucking hard. And you're about to come everywhere like a goddamned virgin staring at his first dick—are you a virgin?"
Sebastian leans back, and then he lifts his leg. Peter tries to kiss his knee, but Sebastian makes a sound in his throat to stop him. Peter obeys, watching with excited dread as Sebastian places his heel against Peter's balls, his toes digging into Peter's shaft.
Peter has to close his eyes, but it's too late. He thrusts against the young man's foot, and then he's coming. It's shameful, the pleasure heightened because he's so ashamed.
Sebastian laughs. Which makes it even more intense. "Should I take that as a yes, old man?"
He's still pulsing come, pressing his cock into Sebastian's foot. Fuck, it was good, he thinks, and Sebastian rubs his foot up and down the length.
Peter hisses and stops him, gets come all over his hand.
Sebastian presses harder, pain spreading through Peter's cock and balls and into his abdomen.
"Goddamn," he says through gritted teeth when Sebastian finally lets up. Peter shudders in agony.
"Well, you can't tell me you don't like it."
"Uh, no. I wouldn't say that," he says, running his hands up and down his own thighs as the pain dulls and mellows.
"I can't even blame you for it. How can I be mad when you're such a slut you couldn't fucking help it?"
The embarrassment Peter feels is so intense that he closes his eyes.
"Oh my fucking god. You blush down to your tits. That's adorable." Sebastian chuckles. "So, you come like a twelve-year-old looking at a bra in a women's magazine?—"
Peter shakes his head. "No, I've never come to a women's magazine. Imagining a handsome man in a three-piece suit, that's a different story."
Sebastian's gaze narrows, and he wishes he hadn't said anything. "Why? Was it before the internet? Before TV?"
He knows Sebastian is joking, but he answers seriously, wanting to tell someone. He's thirty-five years old, and this is his first chance to explain himself to someone and be understood.
"No, I just had to be… careful. My family would have disowned me. We had security, and I couldn't move without someone knowing what I was doing. And there were always men in our house for meetings and dinner. Businessmen, powerful men—" He hauls in a breath and lets it out with a hitched laugh. "I guess that affected me."
"Guess so. Not bi then?"
"No. Guess not." He doesn't tell Sebastian that all his limited sexual experiences have been with women. Attempting to stay one step ahead of a failing erection and fear of discovery. Fear of rumors and speculation.
"Poor you. That's depressing. You have a lot to make up for," he says, voice flat. He means it, but there isn't a lot of sympathy, and Peter likes that. He doesn't want to be pitied.
"So, what did you imagine? Some rich politician or CEO coming along to fuck you, sneaking into your room during a fundraising dinner? Making you suck him off before he went back to his port and cigar?"
