"Let me give this to you. You've earned it. I'll hurt you and make you come so hard, Peter. Don't make me go somewhere else. You're so fucking pretty, baby. So sweet. I can tell," he says.
Peter shakes his head. This is insane. People don't act like this.You're too young. He can't get the words to come out. "Please make it hurt," Peter says and closes his eyes.
"There it is. There you go," Sebastian growls and then he spanks Peter's cock with the flat of his hand, and Peter cries out, hunches over, and raises his leg as if he's going to protect himself.
"Back you go, baby," Sebastian says darkly.
Peter shivers as he shifts on his feet, his hard cock throbbing and aching.
"Harder?"
"Yeah, fuck."
"How much harder? How much did that hurt? On a scale of one to ten."
"F-four," Peter says.
"Goddamn. You're a fucking pain slut, aren't you?" Sebastian smacks him again. So hard Peter's mouth opens, but no sound comes out. He leans closer to Sebastian and presses a kiss to his jaw.
He can't help it. It only feels appropriate to kiss Sebastian, to show how grateful he is, to try to get more.
His next breath ends with a whimper, and his balls throb.
"Pretty slut. How was that? I'm hoping that was a six. Tell me."
Peter nods in agreement.
"Want me to rub it better?" Sebastian asks, and his hand rubs roughly over the area before Peter can answer. It hurts so much there are no words. He whines.
"That's a pretty sound. I like that. Slutty as fuck. That sound tells me you're having a good time. Isn't that right?"
It takes a moment to process, longer for him to speak. "Yes, Sebastian."
"I think you should call me Seb. My friends do."
"Sebastian," Peter says, the word a sigh. He means to use the abbreviation but it’s wrong and his mouth or his brain won't cooperate. He likes saying the man’s full name. It’s like he’sbeing respectful or paying homage to him. He can be Seb for other people. “Is that what we are? Friends?"
"You're about to get my dick in your ass, so I think that qualifies," he says and wraps his arms around Peter's neck.
Sebastian kisses Peter's mouth and then his jaw, down to his neck. "Take me upstairs," he orders, and Peter growls, grabs him by the thighs, and lifts him up. Sebastian twines his legs around Peter's waist. Peter holds him by the ass, squeezing his cheeks. Sebastian grins at him.
He leaves the kitchen quickly, taking the stairs easily. At the top, Sebastian bites him, hard into the meat of his neck, and Peter sways into the wall, almost going down he's so dizzy with arousal.
"I can't," he moans and grinds his cock against Sebastian's crotch.
"You like that? A little harder, baby?"
"Shit," Peter gasps and stumbles into his bedroom.
Sebastian bites him again, so hard and good that he falls to the bed, bracing himself as they land so he doesn't totally squish the savage beneath him.
4
Peter is in way over his head and is aware, somewhere in the very back of his brain, that this is most likely a mistake and he is hurtling headfirst into disaster, and yet he's almost positive he doesn't care.
Sebastian growls and ravages his neck again. Which might be the best thing he's ever fucking felt.
"Sebastian—" he gasps but doesn't have a plan on how to finish that sentence. "Oh, yes," he whispers as glittering sharpness pours through him. He humps against Sebastian, hips working like he's an animal, rutting furiously.
