Sebastian turns them and shoves Peter back against the door, grinding his cock against Peter’s.
Peter gasps and shudders, his hips pressing closer, opening his mouth. He’s desperate and weak-kneed, tries to go to the ground, fumbling with Sebastian’s pants.
“Where are you going?” Sebastian demands with a chuckle. His hand goes to Peter’s throat, gentle but enough for Peter to stay where he is.
“To blow you. I want it,” he says. If Sebastian is half as turned on as Peter is, he doesn’t see how Sebastian can wait another moment.
Sebastian grabs him by the jaw, demanding to see his face. Watching him. “Honey, I thought you understood. I don’t want your mouth. I want your ass. I want to fuck you in here. I have condoms and lube.”
“Oh, I don’t… Sebastian.”
“What? Tell me, baby,” he says and puts Peter’s hand on his cock through his jeans. “Don’t you want it?”
Peter glances down. Puts both hands on Sebastian’s cock, petting the hardening bulge. “Fuck, I do.”
“Exactly. You’re my pretty slut. So get the fuck over there and hold onto the sink. Shirt off. I want your tits, too. Pants down. Let’s go.”
“Move me. M-make me.”
“Always. You coming over shy on me now? You sure wanted it yesterday. Fuck, can you believe that was only yesterday?”
Sebastian pushes him to the sink, and Peter takes off his shirt, holding it in his hands. He’s blushing down to his nipples. His pants are open and shoved down.
Peter gets a quick nip on his back. “Touch yourself if you want. But I’ll take care of you if you wait for me to get mine. Besides, you might come on my dick. Who knows?”
Peter grips the sink tightly. He’s concerned he might fall down. “So, what, I’m supposed to just take it and you’ll… I’m like an afterthought?”
“Nooo,” he says, spanking Peter hard on the ass.
Peter blinks.
Sebastian grins at him in the mirror. “If you come on my dick, you’re not an afterthought, are you? Then we’re in it together. But if my dick is too big for your tight hole and you can’t relax enough to come in this filthy bathroom, then I’ll take care of you when I’m done.” He’s staring at Peter’s hard dick.
“I’m bigger than you, aren’t I, princess?”
“Oh fuck. Don’t say that. Why the hell is that sexy?”
Sebastian grins at him. “Pretty sure my dick is fatter, too. We’ll measure. You’ll like that,” he says, licking his lips like a dog salivating over a bone.
Peter won’t like it. He'll be embarrassed and mortified if they measure dicks. He reaches for himself at the idea, how awful it will be, how smug and demeaning Sebastian will act during the process.
Peter will be absolutely desperate to get fucked if they do that.
Sebastian smacks him on the ass.
“Ow!”
“I’m talking to you. Pay attention.”
Peter rolls his eyes. “You don’t shut up. God, just do it already.” Peter is anxious and beyond excited. He looks at his cock, watches pre-come slip down the side of it.
Sebastian sighs. Soft kisses land on Peter’s back. His voice is gentler. His touch is careful. As if Peter is fragile.
“I didn’t even ask you how your day was. Not really. Look how beautiful you are. Did you know you have a mole on your back? It’s cute. I should come on it. I could do that instead?”
His tongue licks at a spot near his shoulder blade, and Peter shivers. “No, I want you to fuck me,” he says. Saying it aloud gives him a weird pleasure.
“I want to make you come,” Sebastian says earnestly. His hand slides over Peter’s pec. Over his heart. It makes the moment feel more intimate.
