Peter blinks. Feels the tears spill over.
Sebastian makes a cooing sound. His hands are hard on Peter’s hips.
“Get my cock where you need it, sweetheart.”
He gets Sebastian lined up, the hot head brushes his sore, stinging rim, and Sebastian nods, wipes a tear off Peter’s cheek. “You’re mine. Kidnapped. I broke in and I’ve claimed you. You’re my slut. It isn’t easy but you can do this. Only you,” he murmurs, supportive.
They’re in it together, Peter thinks. This requires both of them. Sebastian is doing his part, and now Peter gets to do his.
“You’re so good. I know you can do this. I know you want it, but it’s difficult,” he says and touches Peter’s chest. Soft touches and then harder and harder until Peter moans and his hips twitch forward.
“Down, sweetheart. Easy now.”
He urges Peter down, all of him burning and pulsing inside, Sebastian’s cock twitching and impossibly hard and wide.
“Yes, fuck. That’s it,” Sebastian growls and clutches Peter close, biting at his lip and along his jaw. “My god. Baby, baby, you’re so good,” he groans, and Peter is somehow seated to the hilt, Sebastian slowly rocking himself to orgasm as Peter lies on him like a barnacle.
“Good boy. You’re amazing, sweetheart. See how gentle it is? You feel so good, baby,” Sebastian says, babbling praise at him endlessly. It's soft and soothing, filling Peter up and making him warm and floaty inside.
Peter is shaking by the time Sebastian rides out his orgasm. It takes a bit for Sebastian to come back to him, to start kissing him gently, turning his attention back to Peter and Peter’s orgasm.
“Fuck, that was amazing. Oh, these tears. Are these for me?” he asks, licking them up, kissing them away.
Peter sniffles and nods in response. A gentle hand wraps around Peter’s cock and squeezes. “Do you want it? I’ll give it to you.”
Sebastian kisses him endlessly, touching his cock gently, lovingly, until Peter is lost in it. Eyes closed and lips parted. Helpless. Sebastian’s cock slips out, and Peter whimpers at the loss.
“I know. Greedy boy. You’re insatiable. I could plug you.”
Peter shudders at the idea.
Sebastian gets him on his back and moves between his legs. He swallows Peter down, letting him be warm and sucked to completion. It takes forever. Peter is jittery, struggling to come. His body is confused.
Too much pain and arousal, too much intensity and pleasure. Sebastian stops at one point, forehead on Peter’s hip, exhaling on Peter’s cock.
“I’ll take care of you after breakfast if you want. Make sure you come. You earned it. No tricks. If you can’t come now, that’s okay. Poor little lamb, giving me too much. You’re all fucked up now, sweetheart,” he says, nipping at Peter’s stomach and his thighs. “Do you want to keep going, or do you want a bit of time to get back in your body? I promise you’ll come.”
“No! I want it now,” he begs. And Sebastian goes back to sucking him, letting Peter strain and struggle to come until he’s ready to cry over that, too.
“Please don’t stop,” he gasps, breathing harshly.
“I won’t. As long as you want. Take your time. But I think your cock feels too good. I think we should try something else,” he murmurs, his eyes almost gray as they meet Peter’s. His hands settle on Peter’s thighs, making him open more, cool air on his hot and throbbing hole.
“No, no. Please don’t,” he begs as Sebastian kisses down his perineum, closer and closer to his aching hole.
“Shh. Soft.”
A breath against Peter’s raw flesh, and Peter’s cock jerks warningly.
“Exactly. This is what you need. You’re a dirty whore, and you want to show it off. You want me to look and admire you, don’t you? Pretty fucked-open hole.”
His lips are featherlight, his tongue dabbing, a delicate flick over him. “You’re burning up. God, you’re a wreck down here. I ruined you, baby. You’re open. Not quite gaping. But it’s reallybeautiful. Your first time, and this is where you wound up. I need a picture. I’m gonna take one after you come.”
Sebastian licks at him and his tongue sweeps into Peter’s open hole. Peter shouts, thighs closing on Sebastian’s head, rocking up and then back down, needing more and to get away.
Both at once.
“Please, please. Oh fuck! Please,” Peter begs, over and over.
