Sebastian brushes a thumb across Peter’s cheek, still staring intensely at him. “Poor thing. I’m getting you dirty,” he murmurs.
“I don’t care,” Peter says. He knows it must be true, both of them covered in dirt and sweat from working in the yard all day.
“You don’t care, do you? How long has it been since I touched you?”
Peter tries to smile, winks to downplay how sincere he is. “Too long.”
He has to keep it vague. Play it off because he will confess if Sebastian asks and that might make things weird, could scare the young man away. He doesn’t want to tell Sebastian that if he doesn’t have Sebastian’s touch on his skin, then he starts to hurt.
Until Sebastian takes him under control again.
“Ask me how much money I want.”
“However much money you want, you can have it,” Peter says, a pulse of arousal going through him. Apparently, he does like the idea of financial domination.
“I want three thousand.”
Peter blinks. He’s tempted to ask what the money is for. He’s curious, of course he’s curious. Is it for school? Because Peter would happily give him more money or pay for his classes.
“Do you want cash or a check?”
“You’re cute. You can Venmo me. Don’t you wanna know what I’m gonna do with it?”
“As long as you’re not in trouble or you don’t need more, then no. I’d… like to know because I like to know everything about you, and I don’t like the idea of you not telling me stuff. I want to be the person you tell things to, but I don’t mind beyond that. I trust you.”
“You trust me?”
“If you say you want money, then I’ll give it to you,” Peter says. And tears fill his eyes. He tries to turn his head.
Sebastian doesn’t let him. He stares, watches the emotions rise and Peter’s attempts to keep them in check.
“Stay like that until I move you,” Sebastian says. And he lifts his foot off Peter’s hand. He squats down beside him, tilts Peter’s head back with heavy hands, and kisses him hard. Almost instantly Peter is dizzy with lust. He sighs in relief, lets his mouth be soft and open as Sebastian presses his tongue inside and then bites Peter’s bottom lip. He’s obsessed with biting Peter’s bottom lip.
“Please,” he whispers, in between biting kisses.
And that makes Sebastian growl, press closer, his hand suddenly under Peter’s shirt, pinching hard at Peter’s nipples and squeezing into the flesh of his pecs.
Peter gasps and makes a sound because he knows Sebastian likes that. If he’s soft and passive and loud in response to Sebastian’s attention, then it makes Sebastian want him more. Makes him rougher, might snap whatever control he has.
Peter loves that. Loves marks and signs of being wanted. Sebastian’s passion on his skin. Maybe Sebastian will just takehim here in the dirt, only his spit to ease the way, rutting into Peter like an animal.
He’s waiting for Sebastian to tell him what he wants. It’s been hours and Sebastian is hard. Peter knows he’ll want something. The joy of being with a young man who can come and get hard all the time.
“Goddamn, you make me so fucking hard. Make me come, Peter.”
“In me,” he pleads.
“No. I don’t want to wait that long,” he says, and Peter whimpers because he loves that and can’t help it. Sebastian flashes him a quick grin. He knows. Of course he does.
Sebastian fumbles with his pants, yanking them open just enough, the both of them still kneeling in the dirt, and then he’s fisting his cock, his other hand on the back of Peter’s head, pressing it to Sebastian’s chest. The head is inches away and Peter makes a move to get it into his mouth. Sebastian presses harder, his voice a rasp of command.
“What did I say?”
Peter swears, forces himself to stay still and watch as Sebastian’s hand slides up and down his hard cock. Sebastian doesn’t want to wait but Peter is so goddamn close. And his mouth is better than Sebastian’s hand. His ass is tighter than Sebastian‘s hand.
Fuck, Peter’s own hand is better than Sebastian’s hand, isn’t it?
He just wants to be used. It’s cruel to make him watch and not touch.
