It’s degrading, objectifying. Tears spill down the sides of his face.
“There’s my boy. Owned and regretting it, sweetheart?”
“No. Never.”
“I’m going to come. What about you?”
“You’re not going to let me.”
“You sound very sure,” he says and grunts as he thrusts hard between Peter’s pecs.
“I know you. You want to make me crazy with denial. You want to break me down, want me to come because I’m so backed up and desperate that it just happens from a random touch.”
Sebastian is thrusting, staring down at him as he uses Peter’s body, gliding endlessly, getting closer to coming. He slows down, cups Peter’s face with one hand, pets at his bottom lip, his open mouth. Sebastian watches as more tears roll down Peter’s face.
“You’re unbelievably perfect. Sweet and generous. Smart and kind. So giving… You’re also wrong. I have this for you, too,” he says, and then he picks up a vibrator. Peter hadn’t even noticed it. Has no idea where it came from. “I was going to let you come with it on your locked-up clit. The lowest setting, see how long it took for you to get there. But I think it’s better if I let you choose.”
“What am I choosing?” Peter finally asks.
“Do you want the vibrator for the weekend? You can use it whenever you want. It’s your birthday weekend.”
Peter licks his lips. “You’re evil.”
“I think it takes two, honey. I’m offering you comfort and pleasure.”
“What do I get if I go without it?” Peter asks.
“Nothing.”
“What do you mean nothing? I’d be giving up pleasure, proving I can endure for you. Isn’t that worth something?”
Sebastian shrugs. His gaze is direct. He’s calling Peter’s bluff. “It’s a gift you’re giving to yourself, Peter. It has nothing to do with me. I’m happy for you to come all weekend. Through the cage. But I’m also willing to let you dwell in utter misery for the weekend and take care of you as you struggle with the denial.”
“You get turned on by it. You’ll use me hard.”
“True. That’s just the perks of being the Dom. Comfort or misery, honey. It’s your choice. You’re collared now. You’re caged. What do you want?”
Peter can’t stand to look at him. He turns his face to the side. Sebastian sighs and takes Peter’s hands, settles them back on his chest, has him squeeze his pecs together, and starts to thrust again. He chases his pleasure while Peter struggles with the choice.
Sebastian grunts and moans, starts to tremble, and Peter hasn’t even been able to think. He needs to come. He wants it so much. A weekend of pleasure. Of both of them coming. Why is it even a decision? Of course Peter wants to come!
And he’s earned this weekend. And it’s his birthday.
“Open, honey. Close your eyes. I’m close.”
Peter obeys, every part of him tense and expectant, waiting for the first splash of come to hit him. Peter whimpers when it lands.
“Fuck. Yes,” Sebastian says, all pleasure and power and relief. He moans in contentment, grinds his balls against Peter’s chest as the last shocks of pleasure go through him.
Peter needs to come. He’s desperate for it. He won’t be able to sleep because he’s so frustrated and needing. He won’t be able to think. He’ll be miserable and frustrated and a wreck the whole weekend.
“If I come… we’ll have a nice time together.”
Sebastian chuckles. “Yes, we will.”
“If I don’t come…”
“Well, then I’ll have my work cut out for me, won’t I? My needy, desperate boy.”
