“I’m your fucking poet. Now get your ass in the air,” he demands and spanks Peter for not moving fast enough. Peter laughs and is pleased when Sebastian chuckles, hands on Peter’s hips, giving him a squeeze.
Peter sighs. “Is it a mess?”
Sebastian’s too sharp. Peter doesn’t even want to look at him for fear of Sebastian realizing just how much being filthy does it for him.
“I can’t even believe I’m gonna fuck this sloppy hole again,” he says and presses inside.
Peter moans in relief. Sebastian doesn’t go slow. He’s thrusting steadily almost instantly, fingers digging into Peter’s hips. It’s just how Peter wanted it.
“Too messy?” Peter grunts, hand against the headboard as Sebastian slams into him.
“Too loose. Loose and messy.”
“Oh my god,” Peter gasps. He imagines it, wonders how that would feel.
Sebastian fucks him for a long time. So long that Peter begins to shake. His hole aches and his rim stings. Sebastian finally comes with a low groan of pleasure, and Peter collapses to the bed in relief. “You’re gonna be sore,” Sebastian says, panting.
“Yeah, I am,” he says and clenches. Come seeps out of him. He burns and throbs.
Sebastian kisses his back as he slips out and gets Peter up, takes Peter with him to shower. Sebastian washes him, and Peter touches him all over, stunned anew that Sebastian wants him.
“I love this. Spending time with you. Having you here.”
“Good, I have no plans to go anywhere. I’d be pretty devastated if you decided you didn’t want me to be your Dom anymore.”
“Is that… is that what you are?”
He shrugs. “Your Dom, your friend, looks like I’m your boyfriend, too.”
“Yeah,” Peter says, kissing him over and over.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Sebastian.”
“Then I’ll have to make sure I treat you right so you stay, won’t I?” Sebastian gets Peter against the wall, slips down to his knees and parts Peter’s cheeks.
“Sebastian?”
“You look like you took the entire football team.”
“I don’t,” he says, weirdly pleased and aroused.
“You do. Jeez. You’d have the prettiest fucking gape.”
Then he’s licking at Peter, tongue pressing inside him and all around the rim. Peter knows his tongue is going inside. Can feel it on his slick walls. He’s so sore and stinging that it’s overwhelming.
“Can I come?”
“Yeah,” Sebastian says, and Peter jerks himself off, coming much too quickly, Sebastian licking him through it.
“Do you… are you gonna make me gape?”
“We can do that. If you want it.”
“I do.”
“Goddamn, sweetheart. Where have you been all my life,” Sebastian says absently. He turns off the water, shoves his hair out of his face, and hands Peter a towel.
