“I don’t know how to dance, and I never wanted to learn,” Peter forces himself to say.
Sebastian hums against the back of his neck. “Yeah, but I love to dance and you haven’t danced with me.” Sebastian bites him and Peter whimpers.
Which makes it hard to focus. “I suppose that’s true. But then everybody is going to be there and they’re gonna watch us? Who will be there?”
“Friends, sweetheart.”
It sounds terrible. If Peter could have anything in the world for his birthday, it wouldn’t be spending time with other people. It would be having Sebastian all to himself. It would be a lost weekend, total and complete control of his body and mind handed over to Sebastian.
All he wants for his birthday is to give himself away to the man he loves. Be reduced down and overwhelmed. It’s too late to say it. And he doesn’t want to say what he wants; he just wants Sebastian to know. What he really wants is for Sebastian to want to possess him as his first impulse.
Which probably isn’t fair. Sebastian isn’t actually a mind reader.
“It’s gonna be great, sweetheart. I promise you.”
Peter nods.
“Have you ever done a murder mystery?”
Sebastian reaches into his pocket. Peter catches a flash of silver out of the corner of his eye, the tinkling sound of a chain, and then Sebastian has Peter turned around, shirt shoved up, and is putting nipple clamps on him.
Peter gasps in shock, hands going to Sebastian‘s shoulders.
He tries to watch Sebastian putting them on but can’t look away from Sebastian’s beautiful face, the glee and arousal as he puts them on. The metal teeth bite into Peter’s sensitive nipples and he moans.
Sebastian grins at him, turns him back around, and roughly grabs his balls. One hand squeezing, the other playing with Peter’s clamped nipples. He’s playing with Peter’s chest as if the clamps aren’t even there.
“I asked you a question,” Sebastian says and smacks him on the balls.
“Jesus!” Peter gasps and then groans, trying to grind his now hard cock against Sebastian‘s hand. “What was the question?”
Sebastian laughs. “You are such a fucking slut. None of this is nice and look at you, humping my hand.”
“I don’t know why you’re trying to do something romantic for me then. If this is the sort of thing I like, shouldn’t you be doing something cruel and demanding for my birthday?”
“Why? You get this all the time. The whole point is it’s supposed to be something special. I want you to know I can be nice too. Once a year,” he says and then he bites at Peter’s neck.
He can feel Sebastian‘s cock, hard and ready, pressing against his ass. “What’s the worst thing you could do to me?” Peter asks and can hear the pleading in his voice.
Sebastian huffs quietly against his ear. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. I’m just wondering. What’s the meanest thing you’ve ever done? The cruelest thing you’ve ever done to a submissive?”And why won’t you do it to me?
“It doesn’t matter because they’re not you. I’ve never treated anyone like I treat you. I think you were made for me.”
Which is the most romantic thing he’s ever heard. “That makes me hap—ow!”
Sebastian spanks him again, yanks hard on the clamps, sparks of hot pleasure radiating down his chest and arms, into his cock, and Peter is fumbling at his own pants, desperately trying to get them down, needing Sebastian to come inside of him.
His pants and underwear drop down and Sebastian laughs. “You are ridiculous,” Sebastian says, and that makes Peter harder, this idea that Peter is the one who is depraved. It increases the shame and his embarrassment.
“I know you’re wet inside.”
“Yeah. Please?”
Sebastian gets his cock out, the head of it between Peter’s cheeks and pressing inside without a finger to warm him up.Which is his favorite. They’ve done this enough that he’s used to it.
Peter presses back, taking him as fast as he can. Then he’s shoved down to the counter, the clamps a stabbing pain against the hard tile, and he cries out and tries to lift up, gets pressed back down and then yanked back onto Sebastian’s cock. A strangled sob escapes him.
