"Yes, Sir."
"I bet. You're tight. Goddamn, I have to come." And he grunts, pulls out and goes back in, short and sharp movements, and comes very quickly after. Thank god, Peter thinks.
And wants to cry because it's done.
Over.
"Wish I could see it spill out of you," Sebastian says and slowly pulls out.
Peter gets fully onto the bed and whimpers, his hand going back. He's so hot there. Swollen inside. It's all he can feel. Peter's cock is soft but there's a wet spot on the bed and his balls hurt so much he thinks he must have come again somewhere in there.
Sebastian disposes of the condom and lies down beside him. He kisses Peter's mouth, kisses his tears. He gropes Peter's chest, pinching at his nipples.
Peter tries to respond and get himself together. He doesn't. He just shakes. The tears spill over.
"Look at you. You're falling apart. You're a mess. A beautiful mess. My mess. What a good boy. Tell me you want it again, Peter."
He does. But it's impossible to say it aloud. He's terrified of it happening again. He wishes it wasn't over. It's overwhelming. He's never felt so alive and in his own body.
"I know myself," he whispers. And isn't sure that makes sense. The pain is familiar, and now his body is familiar, too. It's a wild thought.
Peter wakes up curled into Sebastian. His eyes are crispy with tears. He feels wrung out and empty inside. It's bliss. He's never felt so calm and safe. Should he get up? He's so thirsty. And he's hungry. He starts to move away. His ass is sore as hell.
Sebastian was inside him. He can feel the proof of it.
"Stay," Sebastian murmurs, pulling him close again. "We'll get up in a minute. I need to talk to you first."
"What?" Peter asks, his voice hoarse.
"I loved that. I want to do it again with you. Regularly if possible."
"Okay. I'm glad," Peter says. Joy fills him, and he curls up close again.
"Did you like it?"
"I already want you inside me again," he says, pressing a kiss to his neck.
Sebastian blinks at him, lifting his head off the pillow. His dark hair is sticking straight up where he slept on it. "We can do other things, too. There are a lot of options if you decide you don't want pain all the time."
"I thought you said I was a masochist."
Sebastian makes ahmmsound. He looms over Peter and kisses him thoroughly. "Yeah, but you haven't tried anything. You're my virgin slut. We can try everything." His touch is gentle.
"I'm not a virgin," Peter says, correcting him. "I had a girlfriend in high school. Lost my virginity to her."
"And?"
"Neither of us wanted a repeat performance."
Sebastian smiles against his mouth. "Bad sex is a bummer."
"Yeah. Then I went into the military and didn't have to think about it for a while."
"Really? Surrounded by aggressive, sweaty, muscular men, and you didn't have to think about it?"
"Everyone knew who my father was. Would have been a scandal. Fear works wonders."
"I think fear makes you hard now," he says and bites at Peter's nipple.
