Peter looks away. That's not what he'd imagined. He's pretty sure he should have. That sounds a lot better and nicer than Peter's fantasies.
Sebastian whistles. "That blush. Your nipples are coral. You have to tell me now."
"Do I?" he asks, looking up at Sebastian through his lashes. He spreads his legs just a little, and Sebastian's foot goes back, pressing on his balls.
"Slut. Yeah, you do."
"Fuck, sorry!" Peter says through gritted teeth when the pressure is too much.
Sebastian lets up and it shatters Peter's resistance. He kisses Sebastian's thigh, breathes him in, wanting the scent of his arousal to burn deep into his lungs.
"Please, please," he murmurs, wanting Sebastian to know he's willing and desperate for anything. The pain in his groin settles, and he looks, finally lets himself look at the perfect, flushed cock right in front of his face.
Eye level.
He's forced himself to maintain eye contact with Sebastian or look at the wall, to not be obvious in just how fucking desperate he is to have Sebastian's cock in his mouth and his ass, rubbing on his face.
It's beautiful to want so badly. How did he go so long without it? Why did he let himself have so little? How did he convince himself that a life of politics was worth more than this?
Peter blinks back tears.
Sebastian puts a hand in his hair. "What are those kisses for? Because I took pity on you and stopped crushing your balls, or because you're such a fucking pain slut you're already in love with me?"
"Hopefully not both," Peter murmurs.
He stares at Sebastian's foot, at the come on it. The urge to lick it off, to be made to do it, has him speaking up.
"I used to imagine I'd be kidnapped. Be taken to a fancy house, washed and tied up, left naked in front of a fire, and some man would come in, and he'd use me. Whatever he wanted. Anything. Everything. I could suck him off, I could be a footstool, he could do whatever he wanted. Whip me, or hurt me, and then…"
God. He wishes he hadn't said all that. Wishes he'd been a little more judicious in what he said. He shakes his head, disgusted with himself.
"Do you want to know because it'll shame me?"
"Yeah, actually. I want to know how fucked up you are so I can use you better. That way we can both get what we want," Sebastian says, and he bends down, gently cups Peter's face in his hands, kisses him softly on the mouth. "I'll treat you so well, baby. You can trust me to hurt you. Trust me to… You deserve pleasure, Peter. This is a game. If it isn't a game and it isn't good for you, then you tell me to go and I will."
Peter shakes his head, withdraws from the honesty, and looks back at Sebastian's hard cock and plump balls. The pre-come glistening in the slit. A perfect pearl of fluid he should make Peter lick up and swallow.
"If I was good… did everything and didn't cry too much, maybe I'd get to sleep in the bed. Only if I was really good. Usually, it'd be the floor. Usually, I'd cry and go to bed hurting, and he'd be impressed that I could take so much. It would make me special."
"Ah. A special little pain slut who'd ask for more and take what he was given? Fuck. Beautiful," he says and puts his hand on his own cock, stroking while he looks at Peter. "I'll use you every fucking day if that's what you want. Thank you for telling me. I'm gonna reward you now. You get to choose. You can have a kiss or you can clean your mess off my foot."
Peter starts to move back so he can lick Sebastian's foot. He's on his hands and knees.
"Nah. Get all the way down on the ground. Prostrate yourself. So fucking lucky, getting to kiss my foot."
He is. He gets down, cock rubbing on the carpet, and sucks the come off Sebastian's foot, licks the top of it. And then he feels Sebastian's other foot on his back, sliding between his cheeks, toes pressing on his hole.
"Grind into the carpet. Fuck it for me. Show me how hot this makes you."
He kisses Sebastian's foot, rests his forehead on it, nose kissing his toes, and humps at the floor. Toes press against his hole, alien and bony. "I can see the blush on your neck. And you're trembling. You're close again, aren't you?"
"I don't know. I haven't felt like this since I was sixteen. Dammit."
Sebastian laughs. "Slut."
"I don't mean to—" he gasps, and Sebastian stands, presses harder against his hole, grinding him into the carpet, and he comes, stunned at his own depravity.
"That's so fucking hot. Come on, I want to fuck you now. Onto the bed."
