“No, I was in the military. I don’t want to call you Sir.”
“How about… Master? Relax,” he says and leans over, spreads Peter’s cheeks, and presses the lube shooter into him. He must have grabbed it when Peter left the room.
“Fuck,” Peter says and grinds into the bed. He’s been leaking come all night, this bizarre tickling feeling between his cheeks and his thighs. He was wet, and now Sebastian has made it worse. And he’s going to get more come added into it all, and Peter loves the filth of it more than he’ll admit.
“You’re such a slut for it,” Sebastian says, laughing.
Peter blushes all over. “It’s weird and gross. But I know you’re going to fuck me when you do it. And I like that.”
“You love that. You’re a slut for that, too,” Sebastian says and settles between Peter’s legs. “Gimme your cock,” he orders, hand shoving under Peter’s balls carelessly. Peter’s hips rise, too late to protect himself, and the pain of fingers jabbed into his scrotum steals his breath.
“Fuck. I was good. I turned it to sixty-eight,” he says, just as Sebastian’s hand roughly grips him and pulls down. “Jesus!” Peter says and tries to go to all fours.
“Lie down. You’re fine,” Sebastian orders.
It’s a struggle to lie down, his cock pulled between his legs and back toward Sebastian. It’s not comfortable. It’s vulnerable and feels wrong. He whimpers. Shit. He hadn’t meant to make that sound. Sebastian tugs on Peter’s cock, stroking and pulling with both hands. “It’s like I’m milking you, isn’t it?”
“Sebastian, no,” he says and shudders. “Please…”
“You’re leaking now,” he says happily. Villainously. “Don’t fucking come. If you’re close you better say.”
“Then… dammit, stop.” How the fuck is Peter close to coming from this? His balls still smart, the grip tight and dry and horrible—Sebastian isn’t being nice at all—and Peter is so close to coming it’s ridiculous.
Sebastian’s hand lifts away, and Peter groans at the loss. Pain radiates up his shaft as Sebastian spanks his cock. Then his cheeks are parted. Sebastian spits on his hole. It’s filthy.
“Love that,” Peter gasps. It makes him feel like he’s a thing for Sebastian to use.
“Slut,” he says affectionately. Well, it feels affectionate to Peter. “We’re getting you a plug today,” he says and presses two fingers into Peter.
Peter gasps, gripping the bedding tightly. He shoves his face into the pillow and whines. It’s pathetic and embarrassing.
“Oh my god, that fucking sound. You’re gonna get it now. I’m so fucking hard for you. Open, honey. Open for me. I know you want my cock. I’m gonna fill you up. Make you even wetter. Mark you up as mine.”
“Ready? Please?” Peter is vaguely aware that he might not have been clear. He’s just so close to coming, and he wants Sebastian’s dick inside him, wants Sebastian to slam deep into him, grabbing his hips hard.
Sebastian laughs. The fingers come out, and three are at his hole pressing slowly inside.
“No. You’re too tense. Relax. I’m horny and I’m running out of patience.” Sebastian strokes Peter’s cock again, pulling hard and twisting. Peter shakes, so close to something and he isn’t sure what. His ass burns. He has to gasp in a breath, and it makes him come unexpectedly.
“Oh!” Pain blazes up his shaft as Sebastian spanks his spurting cock again.
“You fucking slut. Greedy fucking whore. What about me? I can’t even get my dick in you yet, and you’ve already had yours?” The words are fond and warm.
“Yeah, sorry… I’ll get hard again,” he promises.
“You made a mess.”
“Ow!” Peter howls as he gets smacked again. Sebastian pulls his fingers out and presses his cock inside.
“Get your leg open,” he demands, and Peter pulls his leg up the bed, opening himself up for Sebastian’s cock. Sebastian pulls the head out and spits on him again, presses back inside, and grunts as he presses forward. “Yellow or red, yeah? Otherwise, you just let me.”
“Oh god, I will. I’ll let you,” he says through gritted teeth. Of course he will. Always. For as long as Sebastian will have him, Peter will let him.
“Yeah, you will. Little slut, that’s why. You’re always hungry for a cock in your ass, aren’t you?”
“Yours,” Peter manages.
“I fucking hope so. If I even think you’re looking at someone else, you’ll get bent over so fucking fast. I’ll take my belt to you, how would that be?”
