Pillows. Teddy bears. The smell of a newly bought book. Kurt's smile. Wait, who's smile? Gayface? Fuck. But still, yes, Kurt's smile. The things that make Sebastian's mind calm, happy, and anywhere but here. He's up in the skies, but he's got to get down. All the way down to reality. He falls, and leaves the things in his mind that he desperately needs right now. Pillows. Teddy bears. The smell of a newly bought book. Kurt's smile. Although Kurt never smiled at him, he had seen it directed to others. To Blaine, and to New Directions. Sebastian doesn't get smiles; he gets scowls and snarky comments. Not that it's a bad thing; he loves to be the only one that can get him so ticked off to that extent. It's adorable and somehow alluring. Kurt's face fades quickly, and is replaced with a fist going straight for his face.
"Sebastian! Sebastian, look at me! I want to see your pretty eyes as I fuck you," Chance growls. Reality hits Sebastian like a brain freeze; cold, painful and fast. He's pretty sure there's blood, but it doesn't matter. Nothing matters. Chance spreads Sebastian's legs further apart than what should be possible. It burns, and he wants to scream. Sebastian isn't as flexible as Chance wants him to be. He pounds into him while grasping his thighs. It doesn't take long before he comes inside him and finally releases his grip on Sebastian. He falls down on top of Sebastian, covering his slim body with his own broad and muscled one.
"I love you, Sebastian. I love you so much," He kisses his forehead lightly before he flips of him and goes to sleep. Sebastian finds the duvet and pulls it over his beloved. He drapes his arm around him, wishing it was a smaller body he was holding in his arms.
"I love you too"