“Oh… yeah, sure.” The blushing will kill Peter.
“I promise you’ll come so hard.”
“I—good,” he says. He tries to smile reassuringly.
“But I want it to be after I come.”
Peter chuckles. “You’re like a dog with a bone.”
Sebastian pinches Peter’s nipples really hard. “Christ, they’ll fall off!” Peter yelps. They throb. They are also a direct line to his cock.
“Then make me happy and I’ll be nice to you.”
“I am! What do you want?”
“Let me use you and get mine. After I come, I’ll sort you out.”
“Fine,” Peter says, shrugging. Trying to pretend it isn’t a big deal.
Sebastian makes ahmmsound, parts Peter’s cheeks, and then a thumb rubs roughly over the rim. His head hangs.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
“Yes.”
“Does it make you want my big dick in your ass?”
“Sebastian—“
“Ask me for it. Tell me you want me to use you. That you don’t even want to come until I’m satisfied.”
“That’s different.”
“Someone is going to want this bathroom, you know. We need to be quick. Besides, you’re going to give me what I want. Just do it already.”
“I… I want to come after you get yours,” Peter says, staring down at his bobbing cock. More pre-come wells out of the slit.
“Beautiful. What a good boy you are. A perfect fucking slut.”
“Will—” He clears his throat to ask. “Will you let me come?”
“Didn’t I just say I would?”
“Yeah, but you’re so mercurial. You might change your mind.” Tears fill Peter’s eyes, and he takes a deep breath, tries to blink the emotion away.
Sebastian’s chin rests on his shoulder. He’s staring at Peter in the mirror. “You give away more than you think you do. You’re terrible at hiding what you want. I want you to come so you’ll come. I like watching you tremble and fall apart.”
Sebastian pulls Peter’s cheek to the side and looks down. “Pretty fucking hole. Can’t tell what we got up to yesterday at all. If a hole heals and no one is around to appreciate it, did it ever happen at all?”
“What?” Peter asks, confused.
“Nothing. I was sort of trying to make a joke about the tree in the forest—don’t worry about it. Deeply unimportant. I think this virgin tight hole means you need it again. Don’t you?”
He nods.
“No, you have to tell me. Tell me how much you need it. You’re a slut. My whore. You better fucking need it from me,” he says sharply.
“I do. Sebastian, please—fuck,” he gasps as Sebastian presses something inside him. Then he’s wet. He clings tighter to the sink.
