Does that mean Sebastian wants to fuck him? Will fuck him if he answers the questions?
Sebastian's blue gaze is intense and hungry. As if he's a predator about to devour Peter. Peter has no choice but to drop his gaze.
"Yes?" Peter whispers. He didn't mean to say that.
"Yes to what, sweetheart?" Sebastian asks, and then he's standing in Peter's space. He cages Peter in against the counter and leans forward slowly. His lips touch Peter's bottom lip, and then he bites, a bright flash of pain.
Sebastian lets him go.
"Fuck! Um, I like men. Ow." Christ, he is so fucking hard and uncomfortable in his pants.
"There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it?" He kisses Peter's lip. Is it an apology?
The contrast of pain and gentleness isn't something Peter knows what to do with. It doesn't make sense. When the pain starts, it should keep going. The gentleness is awful. If it's too gentle, he might cry. After the last few days he's had, crying sounds great.
"No, it wasn't too hard," he says.
Sebastian grins at him. "And what about casual partners? There’s gotta be someone. You’re too pretty to be alone."
It’s a line. And yet, Peter shakes his head ‘no’ in answer.
Sebastian's gaze narrows. "Why not?"
"How could I?" he asks and blinks back sudden tears.
Sebastian kisses him then, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, another bite, this one harder, and Peter gasps.
"That's a stupid fucking answer, baby doll. You could have anyone you want, anytime you want. You have to know that." Then Sebastian presses his tongue into Peter's mouth, does a shallow sweep of the interior, and suddenly his hand is on Peter's cock, stroking over the bulge softly.
It's too much.
Peter's assaulted from every direction and doesn't know how to stop this. And he really doesn't want to. For the love of god, can't he have something?
He presses into the touch, needing it harder. "Do whatever you want," Peter murmurs into the young man's mouth.
Sebastian groans and kisses him hard. "Do you like to get fucked, Peter?"
"I don't even know," he says. He licks his lips, tries to suck the taste of Sebastian into his mouth. "It looks like it hurts."
"Yeah, it does, doesn't it? It can. It can really fucking hurt, Peter. It can hurt so bad you won't want to sit down for days. Hurt so bad you scream and beg for me to stop. But it can be sweet, too. It can be really gentle and slow, and it doesn't have to hurt at all."
Peter doesn't know what to say.
Sebastian is still petting his cock through his pants. And he's watching for Peter's reaction.
"Do you want to get fucked? And if the answer is yes, then I'm going to fuck you." Sebastian looks down, eyeing Peter's hard cock, as if he can see through the material. He presses harder.
Peter grunts at the pressure, and then Sebastian scrapes his nails down the front, all along his shaft, and Peter swears, starts to grab for Sebastian, needing to hold onto him.
"Please," he gasps, hips thrusting forward for more.
"There you are. You want it, baby?"
"Yeah. Yes, please." Peter closes his eyes, ashamed to admit it. This boy just called him baby!
"And you want it to hurt, don't you? So ask me nicely for it."
Peter does want it to hurt. But he hates that it's so obvious. Surely he should deny it?
