“Lube shooter. You’ll grow to love it. Want a few fingers? Let’s get you a little open. Rough and dirty. Soon you won’t need this. I’m going to use you so much, get you so used to taking me that I can always get inside you. You’ll know how to relax. You’ll just let me inside. Here you go,” he says and starts to work him open with his fingers.
Peter shuffles his legs apart, tries to tilt back and get the angle right.
“Look at you. That’s right. No, head up. I want to see you struggle, baby. Show me your pretty face.”
Sebastian grazes over his prostate, and Peter gasps, hand slamming to the wall as he clenches hard on Sebastian’s fingers.
“You’re doing good. Did you like that, sweetheart? Just a moment to let you calm back down,” Sebastian says and kisses Peter’s neck, sucking on his skin. “Better. Deep breath. Relax your shoulders. Drop your head for a moment. Now another breath. Good boy… Look at me. Don’t look away.” Peter whimpers as Sebastian almost pulls his fingers free, Peter spasming unpleasantly.
Sebastian is watching his hole. “Fucking hell, you’re so tight. Pretty hole twitching and eager already.”
He tugs down, quick and a little mean, slick finger sliding out and off his rim, and Peter slaps a hand to his cock, squeezing the base hard so he doesn’t come.
“There you go. Good boy. Now you get a little more. Pretty slut. God, you’re amazing. This is fast, Peter.If I didn’t want you so much, it’d be better for you.”
“No, it wouldn’t,” he says, keeping his gaze steady on Sebastian’s. “I want to feel it.”
“Yeah.” Fingers pump in and out of him, quick and not careful. Sebastian has given him as much gentle care as he’s going to get, apparently.
Peter groans as Sebastian presses the tips of three fingers inside him. “This is just about it. You can handle the rest. Just making sure you can’t keep me out. I like that you don’t pretend to not want it like this. I mean, your dick is so hard and cute it sort of gives it away, but I just want to fill you up already. I can’t get over the fact that you barely feel it today. I rode your ass so fucking hard yesterday. I bet you were devastated you couldn’t feel me more.”
Peter risks a glance back, needing to see his lover’s face. He isn’t expecting to meet Sebastian’s gaze.
“Oh, Peter. You sweet, slutty boy. That’s how it goes sometimes. The moment a masochist gets fucked in the ass, it’s the only thing he wants.”
Peter closes his eyes.
“No use denying it,” he says, fingers out. He presses the head of his cock to Peter’s hole and pushes inside. “The world needs more gay Republican sluts. Actually, if you went back into politics, that would be the perfect slogan for you, baby.”
Peter whimpers.
“Head down, ass back more. It’s going in and you fucking know it.”
Peter obeys, body opening around the invasion. He tries to help and relax. “Faster. Sebastian. I can’t stop—god—thinking about it. You were all gone. I wanted to feel you. I loved it. I swear.”
“Which time? Which part, baby doll?” Sebastian grunts and has to pause while Peter adjusts and relaxes.
He shakes his head, eyes closed tight. “All of it. Every single moment, actually.”
“Crying on my dick?”
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
“Coming on your floor like a filthy slut?”
He shudders and comes.
“Dammit,” Sebastian growls and fucks him hard and deep, coming quickly after. Sebastian’s breathing is ragged. “I’m gonna lie on you,” he says.
“Knock yourself out,” Peter murmurs, trying to recover. Sebastian’s body is heavy and warm over Peter. He wraps a hand around Peter’s cock.
“Careful,” Peter pleads.
“Did you get the things I told you to?”
“N-no, I just… I wasn’t sure if you were serious.”
Sebastian squeezes him until he cries out. Then he lets him go.
