“Yes, please,” he gasps. “Fuck, yellow.”
Sebastian stills. “Do you need me to come out?”
“No, sorry. Just a second.” Tears fill his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Shh, it’s fine. It’s just a game, baby doll,” Sebastian says gently. He kisses Peter’s cheek then brushes the hair from his face. “You’re perfect. You need a minute, sweetheart?”
“I’m good now,” he whispers, blinking to clear his vision.
“Are you sure?” he asks, nuzzling his cheek, so sweet and affectionate.
“Yeah, please?”
Sebastian hesitates. “I’m gonna take you at your word. I don’t want to fucking second-guess it all the time. But I’m happy topull out and come on your face, come in your mouth… so many options that would make me happy.”
“I mean it.”
“Then what are the tears?”
“I just… it’s disappointing. Don’t wanna let you down.”
“Let me down? Not possible. You give me everything I ask for. Hell, all you do is give yourself to people. Just, not like this. I don’t think.”
His laugh is rusty. “No, not like this. Um, please?”
Sebastian presses forward again, slower than before, bottoms out, and lies on Peter. He breathes him in, nose on Peter’s back. “Your skin smells good. How could you disappoint me? That’s ridiculous.”
“Don’t,” Peter says, embarrassed. The praise is unsettling and wrong.
Sebastian sighs and lifts himself up, slowly pulling out of Peter. “Over, sweetheart. Show me your face.”
“No, why?”
“If you’re gonna fall apart, then I wanna see it. Show me, baby.” The lust in Sebastian’s voice gives him the strength to turn over.
He grabs Sebastian, arms around his neck, legs around his hips. He tries to squirm back onto his cock. He doesn’t want to be looked at; he wants to be fucked. Sebastian kisses him quickly and then bites his neck as he lines back up and presses deep.
Peter tries to relax, and Sebastian pulls away from his neck, looking down at him. Watching him. Of course. “You’re gorgeous. I’m a lucky son of a bitch, aren’t I?”
Peter swallows hard. “I feel that way, too.”
“Good. Are you happy, Peter? You look happy now. Blissed out because you’re getting fucked. And because the heater is on.”
“Yeah, god. So full.”
“And warm. I’m gonna come. You’re too pretty.”
Peter grins and looks up at him. “I can live with that,” he says.
Sebastian fucks him, sucking on his neck so much it stings. He comes in Peter and keeps sucking until he slips out. Come and lube flood out of him. It’s a bizarre and filthy feeling. It’s sex. It’s a sign he’s been had.
“Sebastian,” he finally pleads, and Sebastian moves down his body, swallows Peter’s cock, and Peter struggles to hold on but he’s coming in no time, Sebastian’s fingers plunging in and out of his messy hole, pushing come back inside him. Peter comes and Sebastian swallows, come running out of his mouth, and then he’s up, kissing Peter, more than a little of Peter's own come passed into his mouth.
Peter shudders and swallows, licks Sebastian’s stubbled jaw. “Cleaning up your mess? Good boy,” he growls.
Sebastian’s hard again. He presses back inside Peter. Peter is just about to ask if he can turn over, get fucked hard, when Sebastian speaks. “Over and ass up. You care if I pound away inside you for a bit?”
Peter licks his lips as Sebastian gets off him. “You say the sweetest things. You’re a poet.”
