“Put them by the door,” Bjorn ordered, nodding down at the boots and standing up. He lifted his feet and removed his socks, tossing them away.
He wasn’t going to make Sebastian deal with those.
“Put them on,” Viggo interrupted, walking over to Sebastian and stopping him with a hand on his chest before he could put the boots away.
“What?” Sebastian looked up, confused. He glanced down at the boots, the brown leather gleaming under the soft bedroom lights.
“Bjorn’s boots,” Viggo clarified. “I want to see you wear them.”
Bjorn had no idea where Viggo was going with this, but he was happy to find out. Sebastian shot him a look, like he was asking permission, and Bjorn nodded.
Looking nervous, Sebastian put Bjorn’s boots on the floor. He kicked off his own shoes and stepped into them, reaching for Viggo to steady himself. He really had to climb to get his feet inside, and Bjorn suspected that he would have been fine keeping his shoes on. His feet still would have fit.
Viggo shot Bjorn a wide grin, chuckling. “Isn’t that cute?” he asked, circling Sebastian as he stood rooted to the spot. Where Bjorn’s boots fit him exactly, hugging his calves and coming up right below his knees, on Sebastian, they looked ridiculous.
“Very cute,” Bjorn replied, licking his lips. Seeing Sebastian in his boots really emphasized how much smaller than them he was, and he wondered what about this exactly was turning Viggo on.
He didn’t need to see Sebastian in his boots to know that he was tiny.
“Can I take them off now?” Sebastian asked, arms crossed and expression pinched. He sounded humiliated.
“Be my guest,” Viggo said. Sebastian immediately stepped out of the ridiculously oversized boots. He picked them up and put them by the door, darting away like they could bite him. Viggo smirked, satisfied, turning his attention to Bjorn. “Bjorn, get naked.”
Bjorn was thrilled to obey.
While Bjorn undressed, Viggo took Sebastian’s chin in his fingers and tilted his head up, looking down at his face. “Teasing you like that, did you enjoy it?”
Sebastian breathed in through his nose and closed his eyes. His hands twitched like he was itching to reach out and touch Viggo’s naked body.
“Sebastian?” Viggo prompted when no answer to his question was forthcoming.
“Not the laughing,” Sebastian admitted, swallowing. Viggo tilted his head, his brow furrowed, and looked at Bjorn.
“Did I laugh?”
Bjorn, now fully naked, nodded. “A little.”
Viggo faced Sebastian. “And that made you feel bad?”
Sebastian hesitated, but then he nodded as much as Viggo’s grip on his chin would allow.
Viggo released him and took a step back. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing on it before nodding decisively. “Very well. No laughing. What about the rest of it?”
Sebastian closed his eyes, his blush returning full force. Rather than say anything, he nodded.
A wide grin spread over Viggo’s features.
“Good to know.” He stroked his chin and turned to Bjorn and, at his confused expression, explained, “He likes a little bit of humiliation, but there’s a line. We should be careful there. No laughing at him.”
Bjorn nodded. He didn’t see the appeal of humiliating Sebastian at all, and until now, he hadn’t realized that humiliating was the point of having him put on the boots.
He felt a little slow.
“Sebastian,” Viggo said, voice commanding. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed. I want Bjorn to sit on your face while I finger your hole.”
Sebastian looked like he’d been smacked upside the head. “What?” he squeaked.
Viggo grinned, advancing on him. “Get naked. It’s time for us to stretch out your hole. I promise we’ll make you feel good.” Viggo’s grin turned a little feral. “In fact, I want you to come just from having your ass played with. Do you understand? That means no touching your cock.”
