"Kurt! Come on! The game is about to start!"
Kurt hears his father's voice calling him from the living room. He wants to yell back about how much he doesn't care at all about a stupid game, but that's still his dad and this is still sort of a tradition. Finn, unlike him, is running instantly with a bowl of chips and a soda bottle into the room, shouting over and over again how long he's waited for this moment and how excited he is and how good it'll be, and another hundred of things that Kurt doesn't understand.
Carol laughs at his side and he cannot help thinking that it is because of him. Anyway, he continues his task of chopping some fruit to himself.
Since Friday night dinner had moved to Thursday due to his dad's work as a congressman during most part of the week, including the weekend, it has been coinciding with several of the plays that both his father and Finn love passionately, which in turn has almost completely turned Dinner night to Football night, something with which Kurt is not very happy.
He walked into the room, his bowl with fruit in one hand and several magazines in the other. His father and Finn were already in their seats, Burt in his armchair and Finn in the middle of the couch. They both had a plate of pizza between their legs and sodas and lots of fries on the coffee table and they were staring mesmerized at the TV where the play was starting.
"Is it not supposed to be my turn to choose what to see?" he questioned out loud, even though he knew it was pointless.
Burt looked at him as he took a big bite of his slice of pizza. He was going to point out that that wasn't good for his health but he let it go, just this once, anyway his father was already talking before he could say anything. "It's the semifinal!" he recited, just as he'd done all week long. "We can't not see it. You can choose what we see next week, two in a row if you want. "
"Except if there's another play," Kurt surmised.
"Exactly," Finn said, his mouth full of fries and Kurt grimaced in his direction.
His father gestured at him to sit next to him, right in the middle of him and Finn and in one of the corners of the sofa. Knowing the battle lost Kurt dropped into the place, putting his bowl between him and Finn and crossed his legs, opening the first of the magazines he brought with him. Kurt had clear that nor his dad or Finn would give up the game for literally anything, but it'd be good if at least they acted as if they were sorry to force him to watch it, whether he liked it or not.
"Are you sure you don't want a piece of pizza, honey?" He heard Carol ask and he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "You know Finn will finish it for himself if you don't say something now."
"Thank you Carol, but I'm kind of full. Finn can eat the whole pizza if he wants to." Kurt says and Finn smiles in his direction.
"Awesome," he smiled, moving forward to take another slice of pizza.
Carol sighed, giving her son a look and smiling patiently. Then she turned to Kurt, who was still trying to focus on the magazine in his hands. "You should have eaten very well at your friend Tina's house if you're still full by now," she commented, sitting down on the other side of the sofa, next to Finn.
Kurt startled a little in his place. He had almost forgotten about that detail.
"I—oh, yeah," He murmurs stupidly, holding the magazine in front of his face to hide his surprise at the question. "Her mother makes a great uh... pasta."
The truth is that he'd failed to find a better excuse to have arrived nearly three hours later than usual on Dinner's night, which he had completely forgotten when Sebastian took him to his lacrosse try-out. For the first time in his life he has to internally thank the absurd love of heterosexual men for football because he's sure that if Finn were paying any attention to their conversation he wouldn't have been able to keep his mouth shut and would say something about his absence in glee, just as in his last classes, not to mention that Tina had indeed been to those same classes.
And that would be really bad because he has no idea how to justify that, and he doesn't want to lose the confidence that his dad has in him, it has taken him years of good behavior to earn it and if he found out that he constantly left the city without permission Kurt doesn't know what actions he might take. Of course, to some extent Kurt knows that his father would be benevolent if he explained the situation, but he doesn't want to give Sebastian away like that. He knows that he wouldn't bring himself to do it. He'd rather face his punishment than betray someone's confidence like that.
But, that would only mean that he couldn't help Sebastian anymore.
He winces at the thought. He has to admit that this whole thing has come to be... he wouldn't say relaxing, but at least gratifying.
He can't help it. Something within Kurt's body finds great satisfaction in taking care of someone. Even if it's for a situation like Sebastian's. He has a purpose. And sometimes, like today, it can even be fun. He never believed that a two-hour trip with Sebastian's stupid jokes and eating Taco Bell could be so amusing, but it was.
Yeah, maybe it was worth the risk.
He turns the page of his magazine and pretends to carefully inspect the article of cool colors in summer. He has read this magazine at least ten times, he could recite it if he had to, but it's still better than any football game, no matter how good the player's asses looked in that uniform.
Even so, he doesn't manage to entertain himself for a long time. Every couple of minutes his eyes would stray from the letters in front of his eyes and slide to the room, taking in Carol's peaceful expression, her dad's concentration grimace as his eyes seemed physically tied to the television screen and Finn's swollen cheeks full of fried food.
Kurt notices the penetrating smell of the cheese fritters filling the room and he frowns at it. Carol seems to notice that because she gets up and opens the window, returning to sit in her place next to Finn as soon as the fresh air begins to clear the atmosphere.
It's almost 7 and tt was only a few minutes ago that it'd started to dusk, so the air was quite cold, but it was fine, the room was starting to get a bit suffocated. Sebastian must have arrived in Dalton by now, he'd left Kurt at the door of his house no less than an hour and a half ago, maybe two, enough to drive all the way from Lima to Westerville, even if there was a bit of traffic.
His dad and Finn interrupted his thoughts when they both shouted something to the TV; their precious game wasn't going very well if their expressions of annoyance meant anything. Few minutes after, they seemed to have lost all enthusiasm for the game and Kurt took advantage of the moment to slip silently off his place. Not that he liked to see his father and his half-brother disappointed and in a bad mood but... it was just football.
He cleared his throat, already standing at the foot of the stairs, the only person who seemed to be paying him any attention was Carol. "I need to do something, is it okay if I..."
"Hmm," His dad cut him off with a grunt.
He thought that was enough approval as far as he was concerned, but just to be sure he turned to Carol, who gave him a slight nod.
Kurt didn't wait any longer to leave the living room, making his way up the stairs to his room. He closed the door behind him and stepped to his bed, leaning on his back and pulling his phone from his back pocket. There were like fifteen missed calls and thirty messages from Rachel.
From Rachel (1:05): Kurt, where are you?
From Rachel (1:26): Kurt you can't leave you like that without telling me or anybody and then don't answer my calls, I hope you have a good excuse.
From Rachel (3:26): OMG Kurt I can't believe you missed my performance in glee, what kind of friend are you? I told you over and over that I needed you there to tell me my weaknesses, not that I have any. My performance was perfect but still.
From Rachel (3:57): Now you're ignoring me, I've called you a thousand times by now. It's okay I won't bother you anymore.
From Rachel (4:09): Answer me you bad friend.
And many, many more basically saying the same thing. He knew that Rachel would get unbearable if he didn't give her a good excuse for his absence in glee, if anything like a good excuse existed for her, but it was too late for that. Ignoring her all afternoon probably hadn't been the wisest decision, but he really wasn't in the mood to stand her claims. It was better to face her tomorrow than to deal with her irritating screams on the phone for the next two hours. Jesus, he was her friend, not her boyfriend. He didn't want to know what Finn had to put up with.
He skipped all the notifications of new messages and missed calls and went directly to the name he was looking for. It didn't take long before his call was answered and Sebastian's voice filled his ears.
"Dad, I told you I don't want to talk to you and I don't care about your fucki—"
"Heey..." Kurt murmured, flinching at the words, but he managed to interrupt him before he finished the sentence. It was obvious that Sebastian didn't expect to be him who was calling. His forehead wrinkles when he thinks about what Burt would do to him, if he ever dared to speak to him that way, but well, being Sebastian's father, the man must have been used to it.
"… Kurt! I— Hi… I-I thought you were…"
"Yeah, I sort of got that part," He comments, his voice a little stiff. Sebastian sounds even more uncomfortable than him, and Kurt feels bad for accidentally intruding on Sebastian's personal business. It wasn't his problem what kind of relationship he had with his parents; Kurt had already figured out by himself that it couldn't be a very good one. No wonder Sebastian had so many complexes and misconceptions, Kurt knew that subs who grew up with parents with a bad temper, oppressive and —Kurt doesn't want to take things for granted, but it's almost certain— subphobic tended to be self-hatred and, in a lot of cases, self-destructive. Maybe that had something to do with Sebastian's total rejection for his own designation and total refusal to receive any help from a clinic. As far as Kurt knew Sebastian's parents hadn't been abusive with him, at least not in a physical or really harmful way, but being honest, how much did Kurt really know about Sebastian's childhood? "Anyway, I just wanted to ask if you got home, uh, Dalton I mean."
Sebastian didn't like to go home, he could be sure, he had always preferred Dalton to his own home, that couldn't be good, he should be able to feel safe at home, instead of in one small room inside a boarding school away from anyone in his family. Kurt suddenly realized that, although he went to Dalton to hide from his bullies, Sebastian might have done the same to escape his parents.
He tells himself that he needs to stop thinking about that, not only for that he doesn't have sufficient fundaments to think that but the consideration of it was making him feel sick.
"Um, yeah, I just got here a few minutes ago. Why? Did you leave anything in my car? "
Kurt could hear his father yelling something downstairs, but he ignored it, whether his game was getting better or going into a tailspin was not important.
"No, no I just wanted to check if you arrived safe, that's all," He said, looking up at the ceiling of his room as he heard Finn yell something as well.
"Oh... Yes, I... I did." Sebastian mumbled. There was a little period of silence in which Kurt didn't know what to say but then Sebastian was clearing his throat. "Um, thanks," he said, though it sounded more like a question than a statement.
Kurt nodded to himself, maybe this hadn't been a very good idea. "Okay, have a good night."
"Kurt, wait!"
Kurt stopped his hand, which had just taken his phone away from his ear when he heard Sebastian. "Yes?"
"No— nothing, I only..." Sebastian hesitated for a moment. "Thank you again. For the lacrosse and— everything else."
Kurt smiles instinctively at the words, he still isn't used to Sebastian really thanking him for the things he does. He'd come to terms with himself at the beginning of this that he'd probably never hear those words, and if he did it would probably have a hidden note of sarcasm there. He can't complain now though.
"Mh, you're welcome." He answers, trying to hide the small smile that was starting to feel a bit silly on his face. "See you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow." Sebastian says, and it sounds like a promise.
Kurt presses the red button on the screen of his phone to end the call, and as soon as Sebastian's voice is not there to fill the silence Kurt feels a thousand thoughts come to his head at once. He's still worried about Sebastian's relationship with his parents, and there's the persistent echo in his head. ''I can't promise I'll be perfect but… I want to try it, at least one time in my life.'' That plus his insecurities about his domming skills and whether he would be able to help Sebastian through this without causing him more traumas than he already has, and the thought that something has changed refuses to leave his mind. He doesn't know exactly what, but it feels different, maybe because he and Sebastian have started acting more like friends than just uncomfortable acquaintances united by life circumstances. He couldn't be sure but he could have had more time to think about it if he wouldn't have heard his father calling him from downstairs. He and Finn were yelling again, although this time they seemed happier for whatever was happening on the screen. Kurt rolled his eyes but got up, leaving his phone on the surface of the bed and stepping out of the room, closing the door.
…
Next day he was awakened by his cell phone, annoyingly throbbing under his pillow, so close to his ear that he woke up in a rush, confused by the strange sound and movement. Once everything in his head was in order he could reason that it probably came from his phone (probably because he is like, not so sure, still a little confused) and he moved his hands groping for the bed trying to find it. It took a while to stir all the blankets around him but when he finally did find it, the text on the screen was what really got him to wake up completely.
From Sebastian (06:03): Morning. Waked up nauseous. I blame those tacos. Wat bout you?
A small smile made its way through Kurt's face. He leaned back in place on the bed, putting the blankets and pillows in place as well since he'd practically tossed them off the bed in his search for the cell phone.
To Sebastian (06:06): Morning. I'm feeling fine. You just ate too much.
From Sebastian (06:07): Not true! I just ate the perfect amount. Maybe YOU just ate too little. Anyway I'm suing those assholes.
To Sebastian (06:07): That does not make any sense, but if it makes you feel better, I'm going to pretend that I believe you.
From Sebastian (06:08): :'O
From Sebastian (06:08): How dare you
Kurt giggled right on his pillow, all the sudden sleep coming out of his body as more messages continued to arrive throughout all morning. Sebastian was getting much better at this. They were nothing but silly texts but somehow they managed to make Kurt's heart jump every time he heard the tinkle of your phone. The feeling was sort of addictive really, all the way during his morning routine he had failed to stop more than a few seconds before opening the new message. Also, it was a bit time-consuming but he managed to finish it just in time for one of Carol's delicious breakfasts.
…
From Sebastian (10:10): So, spaghetti or macaroni and cheese
Kurt frowns at the screen on his lap. Was that... a question? He swears he'll have to teach that boy to write in English. He is thinking how to answer the text when he realizes that several of the girls are looking suspiciously at him from the other side of the table, right in the middle of Rachel's daily speech and Mercedes's ham sandwich. It's a good thing that at least they can leave their problems for an hour instead of starting to fight like rabid dogs, he couldn't stand more of that than he already does.
He clears his throat and pretends to continue his lunch in the normal way. Eventually, the conversation continues its normal course and once overcome his initial fear to ask he lets his hands sneak under the table.
To Sebastian (10:12): Excuse me?
It's not the smartest message, but it was not like the other guy was the most eloquent person in the world.
From Sebastian (10:12): For lunch. The food here is disgusting, I can't decide. There is also a sort of salad but the lettuce seems to have expired days ago
He wants to point out that the food in Dalton is nothing but a thousand times better than McKinley's, at least there were no hairs of dubious origin swimming in the food. But it's no time to ramble on with five suspicious looks set on him every couple of seconds.
To Sebastian (10:12): Spaghetti. At least you'll have some sauce, the Dalton cook makes the most amazing sauce.
From Sebastian (10:13): ayy I wanted macaroni :(
He cannot help but smile at the corners of his lips. Well, apparently Sebastian wasn't more inclined to follow orders even if it was him who asked for them, or... was that was he was doing? Kurt's eyes opened a bit in astonishment, he didn't even realize... but that couldn't be, Sebastian wouldn't… At least not consciously. But, perhaps unconsciously... he feels his cheeks begin to warm with the thought.
Ugh. It was probably just a silly stupid game of his.
"Kurt, are you okay?" Tina asked in a smarty tone, raising an eyebrow almost to the birth of her hair and causing the rest of the girls to turn their eyes to him.
"Yes, perfect, why?" He said, scribbling an answer on the phone without paying too much attention.
To Sebastian (10:15): Just eat your lunch, okay?
"You seem... distracted."
From Sebastian (10:15): K :)
"I'm not..." he looked up, to find himself now with the five girls looking straight at him. "What?"
"Someone special?" Rachel smiled cheerfully, almost knowingly, but that couldn't be, she couldn't know anything about Sebastian, and even if she did, it was not like he was dating the boy or, well, anything. She had no reason to think so. They were just friends, and nothing else, well, in fact, he hoped them to be friends, because, well, now they were getting along a lot better than at first and, even if they hadn't talked about it, he thought Sebastian could like him, as a friend, even though they had to uhh... "Mhh, you're blushing again," the brunette laughed with delight.
"It's not true, it's nothing. It's just... a text from Carol, she wants me to buy some things for dinner."
Mercedes scoffed. "And since when the shopping list makes you smile and blush like a schoolgirl."
"Stop saying that, I just— I remembered something okay? A joke," he clarified when he saw the glances of complicity on his friends.
Mercedes kept talking, though. "Come on Kurt, you don't have to hide anything, in fact, we kind of already know,"
That made him paralyze a little, but no, it couldn't be, he'd never said anything to anyone and Sebastian would never let this information leak, and—
"Mercedes is right," Tina said. "We couldn't be happier for you, we know you've been very sad since you and Blaine broke up and it's obvious that you'd been better lately and we won't tell you how but we've been informed of your eh, you understand…"
"No, I do not understand anything," by then he was starting to get frustrated. He tried to keep his mind cold, this could not be what it seemed.
"Blaine," Rachel said as if this explained everything. "He's been talking to Finn and from time to time with me and Mercedes. Of you." She said smiling, very pleased with herself. "We think he wants to go back, and judging from the look in your eyes and— let's say we do not think you're reading a shopping list."
"I thought we weren't supposed to say how," Mercedes rolled her eyes.
Blaine? Blaine wanted to get back together with him? He frowned. No, those were just stupid assumptions of Rachel, he shouldn't let himself believed it, it wouldn't be the first time she is wrong with something as serious as this. Besides, he didn't have a look in his eyes, he was simply considering lunch options with his— uh, friend, who is also under his care, temporally.
"Sorry to disappoint you guys but my love life is no more exciting than it was in freshmen year, and I feel like it's my duty to tell you that it's better to stop imagining things. Blaine doesn't want me anymore okay? He made it very obvious before and I don't think that'll change in the short term, so if you can stop making false accusations, yes, I would appreciate it a lot."
He got up from his chair, still staring into the eyes of the three girls, grabbed what was left of food in his tray and left it in a trash can before leaving the cafeteria, his teeth squeaking as he heard the small giggle that escaped one of the girls as he made his way out. He needed a distraction.
…
Dom, derived from the Latin domine and dominor.
Dom, term used to identify the part of the world's population that has inclination to domination over submission.
Dom, part of a couple that takes control in a relationship.
Dom, human being that develops the dominant gene between the fourth and fifth month of gestation.
Sebastian rubs his temples in front of the desktop computer. So many definitions and none told him what he really wanted to know. Nothing useful, nothing to help him understand. Dom, diminutive of dominant, really?
He knew what the word meant, he just didn't... understand. He sighed. He'd decided to take advantage of his free period to go to the library and use the computers to clarify some of his doubts, which wasn't working very well, to tell the truth.
He gave up with fifteen minutes left for his next class. He got up and grabbed his things to leave the room. He'd have to continue this later.
Something inside him stings when he sees the clock in front of the class, moving ever a little slower. It's finally Friday and he's been waiting for this day most of the week, so it's almost impossible to stop the thoughts from coming. Not to talk about sitting still and not say anything as he listens to the bald man talking and talking over and over about a topic that doesn't interest him in the least. Every minute of the class seemed eternal, and not only of the class but of the whole day. Despite the fact that he tried to be strong and not letting people realize what was happening he couldn't stop himself or his mind from wandering all day; it was bringing problems with his teachers and principally, the Warblers. Thad had already managed to take away one of his solos for sectionals because he seemed to be 'focused on more important things' Well excuse him if he couldn't focus entirely on whirling on the furniture while his body burned everywhere. All this accompanied by the threat that it would only be the first of the solos that would be taken from him until he was removed permanently from his position. Fucking asshole.
So he doesn't particularly want to go to Warbler practice, not only because he just has one solo left for sectionals that Thad probably wanted to take away from him too, but because he knows the whole choreography perfectly and it would be nothing more than a waste of time and energy, when it could be used in much better ways. It's not as if he has lots of it, these days.
But he has to go, because not going would be like giving them the reason, to show them that they were right when they called him irresponsible, which yes was a bit true but not for that he was going to allow them to look down on him. He throws daggers with his eyes at Thad all the time and then, when the practice finally ends, he doesn't bother to be hypocritical and say goodbye to anyone, he rushes to his room instead, immediately closing the door and locking it to get away from the rest of the world.
A glimpse of his room has him frowning and sighing immediately. He proceeds to collect all the books scattered on the floor of the room, next to his bed, on his bed, on his desk, there is even a pair in his drawer of underwear that he doesn't even remember how it got there. Most books are Dalton required readings so he just put them in a corner of his closet on a pile of stacked shoes. Then he goes on with the clothes. That is a little more difficult, he has a lot of clothes and probably half or so of them are scattered around his room so, true to his style, he takes the easy way.
Ten minutes later all his clothes are somewhere inside a big, black plastic bag hidden — yes, also in his closet — until tomorrow, when Sebastian will take it to Dalton's laundry.
He puts all the rest of the clutter in their respective place and does some general cleaning. He also does his homework and even ends an assignment that wasn't due until next week. Not in a brilliant way, he has to admit, but it's done. He takes a bath thoroughly and tries not to think of anything too pleasant during it; his cock is already too impatient to torture himself that way. He dries with the towel, very carefully of not touching too much any sensible place and puts his boxers with the same care. Even the soft material makes a small flow of pain run all over his member and up his belly to the rest of his body. That is only getting worse and worse.
For some reason he seemed to feel more desperate than he'd felt before, though he remembers the magnitude of the pain he'd been through those first few days; every inch of his body burning, so sensitive that the touch of a leaf made him tremble, and yet he had never felt so... impotent.
Both his head and his body seemed to be compiling against him, it was as low as a trap that while his brain didn't stop flying to forbidden places, full of suggestive images and memories of delicious sensations, his body seemed to be punishing him for daring to think about it. It was literally physical and mental torture. He needed the relief that only Kurt had been able to give him, he needed to make the pain disappear, at least for a while, time enough to get his life back in order, then he would manage.
But the dom was an hour late.
It was an ingratitude, considering all Sebastian had done to save time and make sure they could jump right into the physical touching part and put aside the formalities and Hummel's bitching comments.
He checked the clock on the nightstand. 5:57.
"Fuck Kurt, where are you?" He murmured to himself.
He'd decided not to send him more texts from a few minutes before the practice began, when his last text had been ignored. Normally he would have thrown a tantrum until he was attended, but today was a difficult day, and he didn't want to bother Kurt in case he was driving, what even an idiot like him knew was very dangerous.
Speaking of which, texting was still difficult to him, but he'd resolved to take it from a new angle, surely a more amusing one, but he doesn't really think it was helping that much, not if the pain wrapping his crotch had something to say about it. Even so, he couldn't bring himself to tell Kurt for some reason. They sort of made him feel better, yes, but… Not in the way he thinks it is supposed to. Like last night, when Kurt called after he'd left him at his house to find out if he'd gotten safely to Dalton. Never before had anyone done that for him, it seemed such a strange concept to Sebastian, that someone could take the time to call him for something so... mundane.
Seriously, what probability was there that something would happen to him on a road he had taken not only three other times on the same day but dozens of them. But Kurt did. Sebastian hadn't known how to react to it and honestly, he still didn't. What did it mean? Why did Kurt even care?
6:04.
Sebastian gave a dirty look at the clock. If Kurt weren't to come he would tell him, he says to himself, trying to sound sure in his own head. More time goes by. He's just one step from banging his head against the wall when he feels his bed vibrating beneath his body, his head flying instantly to his phone beside him. The screen was glowing with a new message.
From Princess (6:18): I'm outside you room. We have a problem.
Then as if it had been some kind of signal someone knocked on your door.
Sebastian was standing up before he knew it, walking fast to the door, opening it in half a second.
"Shithead," Sebastian said, wincing automatically. "What do you want?"
Thad smiled his typical presumptuous way, letting his teeth glimpse through his teeth and putting both hands on his waist. "Is that the way you say hi to your fellow Warbler?"
Sebastian almost snarled. "The. Fuck. You. Want." He remarked every word. His body was shaking a little, either from anger or something else he couldn't be sure. Thad arched an eyebrow, studying his nails and Sebastian was tempted to close the door on his face when he saw Kurt's mild annoyed frown peering out of the corner of the hall. His eyes widened at the sight and he didn't realize the way Thad was following his eyes.
Lucky for him Kurt had better reflexes when it came to playing hide-and-seek than he did so Thad didn't see anything. He turned his gaze to Sebastian and put his act of superiority on.
"I came to make a deal with you."
"I'm not going to fuck you if that's what you're thinking, I'd rather bury my head in the sand."
"Pity," Thad murmured, his voice taking an exaggerated tone to try to simulate mockery, but Sebastian knew the truth, he knew that despite how much Thad seemed to hate him every time he rejected him, his pride suffered a blow, and this one only was being added to the list.
"Anyway. I'm talking about a much more beneficial deal, both for you and me,"
"What is it?" Sebastian asked, only because he knew that the idiot wouldn't leave without saying what he had come to say.
Thad smiled smugly. "In simple terms, you willingly give up your position to me and I prevent you from being kicked out of the warblers."
Sebastian glared at him scornfully. "You're lying. The council wouldn't kick me out."
"You know how exigent the council is. They already gave me one of your solos." He bragged.
"I don't care how many solos you take away from me, I won't fuck you."
He saw Thad's whole act decomposed with those simple words, his hands clenched into fists and his lips and eyebrows furrowed to the limits of his abilities.
"You, you— that's not even..." Thad barked. Sebastian stood still, not even blinking. He wasn't going to be intimidated, let alone blackmailed for this son of a bitch. Although he had to admire his persistence. "I'm going to leave you to think about it. When you're ready, look for me."
He walked out of Sebastian's view, leaving the hallway until he disappeared down the next corridor.
"He's gone," He said, looking to where Kurt was hiding. The dom stuck out his head in the corner, checking for any trace of Thad. When he appeared to be satisfied, he stepped out of his hiding place, taking three large quick steps into Sebastian's room and closing the door behind him in a rush.
"What take you so long?" Sebastian asked crossing his arms over his chest, almost demanding.
"Family business. Nothing serious." Kurt let out in a sigh of relief, completely ignoring Sebastian's attitude. "You don't know how hard it's to evade everyone on the way here every time and now I get Thad—"
"Well, at least I hope you believe me now when I say he's an idiot." He interrupted, still frowning. He tried to let go of the anger but it was difficult, Thad always got his nerves beyond limits and everything they'd said a moment ago was too present in his thoughts. He didn't want to start an argument with Kurt.
"I never said I didn't believe you. It was just hard for me to imagine him... like that." He pointed to the place where Thad used to be. Sebastian rolled his eyes, but his heart wasn't into it. "However, I think you handled that very well. Very much your style."
Sebastian half-laughs. "He's crazy if he thinks I'd agree with anything that comes out of his mouth. I'd rather not be in the Warblers at all."
"Really?" Kurt asked, skeptical. Sebastian didn't know why, he thought he made clear enough that he needed to be the best. Otherwise it wasn't worth it.
"Can we not talk about this? It's exactly what I've been avoiding all day," Sebastian complains, truly trying to push those thoughts away as far as he can. He has the whole weekend to think of a vengeance suitable for Thad, but he only had a couple of hours with Kurt.
That, though, didn't seem to matter too much to Kurt, who was taking a great deal of time looking at his room as if he hadn't been here more times than Sebastian was willing to count at the time.
"What happened to this place? Winter cleaning?" Kurt tried to joke, but it came out weird and out of place.
"Something like that," He answers, just to fill the awkward silence.
"I like it. It's a good change from your usual mess,"
He doesn't know what happens with Kurt and small talk, but he guesses he can figure it out. It's not that hard actually; things have changed since the last time they were here together. One in particular.
"Shouldn't I be the one nervous?" He nearly muttered, his arms falling to his sides.
Kurt froze in his place, standing there, facing away to look at the room's window and giving Sebastian a perfect view of his back. After a couple of uncertain seconds, Sebastian saw him rubbing his own arm in what looked a lot like a self-conscious gesture.
Sebastian bit his lip, fearing that he'd only made things worse, but before he could decide to say anything Kurt's voice filled the room, weary and hesitant and not at all what Sebastian intended to reach with his last commentary.
"I— Sorry. I- I don't know how to do this, okay?" The dom drew out with a heavy sigh. Sebastian didn't know where all these sudden insecurities were coming from but he had to do a big effort not to snort. "I haven't done this, never before... I mean, I barely and had a sub for a short time and not... he never had his sickness when I was with him."
Kurt turned around, just enough for their eyes to met furtively. This was probably the moment in which he'd say something to make Kurt feel better about himself, but it has been established previously that he isn't very good at that, so he just keeps quiet, and lets Kurt have his moment of relief. "I thought this was something I wouldn't have to face until maybe years in the future, but then there was you and… I really try to do what's best for you, believe it or not, and I know I'm not the best you could have but I do what I can, if you can't trust me you should just— "
"I get it." He finally said. Kurt shut his mouth close, looking at him as if he was waiting for him to drop some offensive joke about him. "Listen, I don't expect you to be perfect, I'm not gonna start crying like a baby if you do something wrong,"
"But—"
"You think I'd trust more a stranger in a clinic, don't you?" Sebastian questioned trying to contain his irritation, knowing perfectly where this conversation was going. "I wouldn't okay? I'd rather not have anyone than going to a clinic," He could hear how petulant he sounded, but that was fine, because that was him and Kurt knew it, he knew him maybe better than anyone else, and Sebastian wanted him to know him.
"Sebas—"
"You've made that clear a million times. You say it like it's so easy, only because you're a dom and you don't have to go through what I do. Do you even know something about it? The filling of the paperwork, my parents being warned, as well as Dalton, and, because the secretary of the director is a gossip whore and no one here can mind their own business it wouldn't be two days before everyone knew that Frederick Smythe's son pretended to be a dom in the day but in the evenings he was going to a clinic. For lunch I'd be relocated of dorm while everyone laughs behind my back, do you know what would happen next? Then I would be dismissed from my place in the Warblers and who knows if they would even let me remain in the group after all that has happened."
Kurt stood there with his mouth slightly open, eyes fixed on Sebastian's. He held his gaze. "I can't deal with all that. Haven't you just realized that I suck at this?"
"Every sub goes through this sometime," Kurt didn't wait a second to point out. "Well, you have your difficulties but that will only make you stronger by facing all of this,"
Sebastian was seriously getting tired of Kurt's attempt to become his psychiatrist.
"I don't know how to be a sub," Sebastian acknowledged. "I only know how to be a jerk,"
"I think you can be both,"
"Ha-ha-ha, thank you," he says sarcastically. "So, let's agree that you can't be worst of a dom than I am a sub and do this once and for all."
The dom tried to smile, but he barely managed to raise the corners of his mouth a little before they were falling again. He knew Kurt didn't like the way he talked about this as if it were some incredibly unpleasant task, but he couldn't quite act differently. Not that this was about Kurt. Of course not. It had never been. He liked Kurt, more than he could have imagined that first time he saw him, all prim in those extravagant clothes that he was still more than sure that more of one piece came from the girl's section. Kurt was the only thing keeping him from losing his mind right now. If he was not burning inside out he probably could be in a better mood.
"Okay." Kurt murmured, dropping his messenger bag at the side of his bed. He took a deep breath before returning his gaze to him. "Are you still sure about... wanting to try more?"
"Yeah," Sebastian said, as fast as it was humanly possible. He tried to push away the images in his memory that haunted him, images made to traumatize a child, not a person of his age.
Kurt instantly changed his semblance, from the way in which he stood, to the features of his face. The dom was taking over and Sebastian had to remember himself that this was still Kurt Hummel. Princess. The guy who called him last night only to make sure he got home safe, something that no one had done since he was eleven years old.
"If that's so," the dom said. "Strip."
Kurt's voice was now a constant tone, devoid of any hesitation or doubt, but Sebastian barely had time to realize that fact because his pulse was rapidly accelerating, eyes opening almost comically. It was more or less the last thing he expected to hear from Kurt, especially now that he had made clear his doubts about his capability to take care of Sebastian. But could he believe it or not, Kurt was looking expectantly at him, waiting for him to comply.
And he wasn't about to chicken out.
It wasn't the first time they did this. This was still familiar territory so there was no reason to freak out yet. And last time it was so fucking hot, everything about it, including that stupid game, only the memory of Kurt's fingers tracing at the base of his cock made something inside him moves in some incredibly pleasant way.
So he was shirtless as soon as the thought struck him. His pants didn't take much longer to disappear, along with his shoes and socks. He gave Kurt time of about... three seconds to stop him from taking off his boxers as well, but he didn't seem to have plans to stop him at any time.
And then Sebastian was completely naked, his cock better than half-hard, standing in the middle of the room.
"On your knees,"
Now that was a little more problematic for him. He asked for this, he has to remind himself, as he ignored the need to punch something, falling carefully to the floor.
Kurt gives two small, slow steps toward him, clucking his tongue disapprovingly; a gesture that makes him look much older than he normally does. Sebastian feels smaller as he joins his knees together to get into the position Kurt taught him before. It is awkward and he feels silly staying there motionless while he waits for Kurt to say something. The wood is hard on his knees and the position hurts his tired muscles a little from yesterday's exercise. Despite his best efforts, Kurt doesn't seem very impressed by the change.
"Shoulders back and hands on your thighs." Sabastian did as he was told but he only got his muscles to complain harder. "That's it. Face up."
Kurt wrinkled his lips and his eyes slightly narrowed. He tried to change into a more upright position, if that was physically possible, but the other boy was still looking at him that way. He jumped a little when he felt Kurt's hand on his cheek and looked up to met his eyes as his hands continued moving to slid to the skin of the nape of his neck, squeezing there and causing him to get goose bumps. It was the first touch in days, he couldn't help his reaction.
"Do you feel uncomfortable?" Kurt examines, looking straight into his eyes, searching for the lie. Sebastian doesn't know very well what to answer, even with the delicious feeling of Kurt's hand behind his head he can't say that he's exactly comfortable, even if his muscles weren't suffering from the consequences of doing the try-out this week, this position was quite strict and difficult to keep. But he didn't want Kurt to think he couldn't deal with a little pain. "I asked you a question."
Sebastian frowned. "I mean it's not the most comfortable position—"
"Not what I asked for," Kurt interrupted him. "I want to know how you feel about it. Kneeling for me."
Oh.
"It's uh… okay, I guess," But the dom looked nothing close to pleased with the answer, even so, he didn't push for more. His hand hadn't stopped moving until now, but at that moment the pressure exerted on his muscles intensified, carding his fingers through his scalp and forming patterns that had Sebastian making a sound much like a cat purring in seconds. "Or maybe I'm just doing it wrong,"
Sebastian moved unconsciously to one side, giving Kurt more space to touch.
"Mhh, you're doing it so good..." he murmured absently. The hand in his hair disappeared and the words echoed in Sebastian's head until they made sense. He had to think about what to say before actually doing it.
"Would you prefer if we agreed on another position?"
"I really would prefer if I was not the only one naked." Well, the filter had never been exactly his forte. To his consternation, Kurt didn't frown.
"That will have to wait,"
Not that it really surprised him.
"Alright." Kurt glanced at him. "So we can begin."
Sebastian frowned to himself. He thought they already had. "Do you remember your safewords?"
"Yes."
"Yes…" Kurt trailed off.
He gulped. "Yes, sir."
Sebastian swallowed the lump in his throat that formed as he uttered the words. The meaning behind them still moved something in his chest but he tried to ignore it. He was trying so hard to separate the title with his thought of inferiority. He was not less because he was a sub. Calling someone sir didn't make him less in any form. He was a person. He was worth just as much as Kurt, as much as Nick, Wes, they were not better just because they happened to have been lucky. Kurt understood that, he really believed he did. He could do this. He had to.
"Which are?" Kurt asked, very serious and Sebastian had to force himself to come back to reality.
It took him a few seconds, but he finally answered. "Green to keep on, yellow to slow down and red to full stop." He murmured, secretly proud of himself for remembering it. Which was probably stupid considering it was literally the same system he followed daily when driving his car.
The dom nodded with a neutral expression, taking a step back and inspecting Sebastian as if he were trying to solve a great mystery. He didn't know whether the expression on his face was something good or bad but he began to feel hyperconscious of the way his thighs were shaking slightly by bearing the weight his body just on his knees. When he realized that Kurt was definitely taking on that he was forced to stop but his resistance had no effect for a long time.
Kurt wrinkled his lips, and took a step to his left, then another backward, then another, until he was slowly, very slowly circling around him. Sebastian suddenly wanted to cover, something very unusual for him.
"Be still" Kurt's voice came from behind. Sebastian tried.
All his body was displayed for Kurt to see, and that, normally, would make him feel cocky and arrogant, because he knew the effect he had on people, especially gay men, but this was not some random hook-up at Scandals, nor some closeted guy trying to get as much as he could while retaining his status. This was Kurt, who had seen him at his worst and certainly had much higher standards than the kind of guys he was used to dealing with. After all, it wouldn't be the first time he was disappointed because his physique didn't have the desired effect on the dom. Maybe the problem was… Kurt wasn't the type of guy that had hook-ups, and Sebastian… well he was a hook-up kind of guy, that's all everyone had ever wanted him for, and that was okay, but…
"Head down," as Sebastian did he felt Kurt's fingertips softly tickling at the skin at the base of his neck. He shivered slightly. After Kurt murmured another calm but firm "still" he reassembled his position, leaving his head bent to allow Kurt's fingers to slide all over the skin of his neck and the part between his shoulders, gradually becoming less than a touch and more In some kind of scratching. It began to hurt after a bit but then the fingers moved away from the skin and into his scalp, messing with his hair, squeezing and tugging, and Sebastian didn't notice when he'd closed his eyes and started making little needy sounds in the back of his throat.
"Does it feel good?" Kurt's voice was low and musical from behind and Sebastian felt his dick throbbing at the question. He murmured his answer, some weird, impossible to understand sound, but Kurt seemed to accept it because immediately there were warm, wet lips on his neck, just below his ear and Sebastian lifted a hand to reach to Kurt's face but as soon as he touched, he wasn't sure even what, teeth were biting quickly in his jugular.
Sebastian's yelp was more of surprise than pain but even so, all his posture went to hell at that moment; his knees failed to hold him in a firm position and he fell to the side.
"I said still." Kurt scolded him. The hard voice tugged at Sebastian and he hurried to return to his position. "Mhh, and you were doing so good..." Kurt sighed, but he didn't really sound disappointed. He got up from the squat posture he'd taken earlier and walked until he was in front of Sebastian again. Sebastian looked at the floor. If he managed to act like a real sub maybe they could go back to where they've been thirty seconds ago.
Kurt cleared his throat and when he talked his voice was just a little bit hasty. "I thought since now you are more… well, okay with this we could try one new uh… gewgaw."
Sebastian felt something get stuck in his throat. Uh-oh.
"Gewgaw?" He asked, incapable of hiding the alteration in his voice as it broke in the middle of the word.
"Just a thing I..." Kurt began, his tone light and clear until he seemed to notice Sebastian's expression, even though he was doing everything to keep a straight face. He couldn't help it, only the thought of dangerous strange things made of leather for the sole purpose of inflicting pain made any calm he could feel in this situation fly away. Kurt was still looking down at him when Sebastian checked, and the dom gave a small speedy shook of his head. "Nothing to be afraid of, I promise." He assured him.
"I'm not afraid," Sebastian hastened to argue. That brought a small smile to Kurt's face. He had the sudden sensation that he was being laughed at. "I... I'm just not ready to try... that."
"I'm aware." Kurt said. Sebastian resisted the sigh of relief that was struggling to get out of his lungs. "It's not what you're thinking on, I'm sure." After Sebastian didn't say anything for a moment Kurt picked up something from the floor only a few inches away from where his feet were. It was his Messenger bag. He opened it, pulling the zipper of the bag and stared inside it, looking as if he was searching for something. "May I?"
Although it was a question Kurt was already shoving his hand into the bag. He gave a weak nod, because he didn't think he had that much choice on the subject, and Kurt left the bag on the bed, taking something out of it. It was a short, black plastic stick with a suspicious piece of cloth wrapping something long at one of its ends. Kurt took it in both hands, running his pale fingers through the plastic with one and playing with the laces that wrapped the fabric with the other.
He tilted his head unconsciously, narrowing his eyes, trying to recognize the artifact. The dom noticed his movement and in a split second he had the end of the stick wrapped in cloth just under his chin.
"Take it off," Kurt commanded him.
Sebastian's hands were shaking but he tried to put them under control. The knots in the laces were almost completely undone by Kurt by then, he didn't have to do much to finish untying them.
He looked up at Kurt and then down again to where his hands pulled the thin dark cloth off.
What was under it, Sebastian could not have guessed it in a million years. At the other end of the plastic stick there was a green and blue long fluffy feather, like a mixture between a normal bird one and one of the peacocks, except this one was too big, and soft and beautiful to be real. He could only look at it and wonder what the hell it had to do with him.
His arms fell to his sides with the cloth in his hands. He had expected something hard and intimidating, this just... it seemed like a jock. Like Kurt wanted to play with his mind.
"Are you fine with it?"
The feather was practically against Sebastian's neck, and though it was still not touching him, somehow he felt like he was being threatened. He shrugged and Kurt slowly pulled it away from him, running his own fingers gently over the soft material on the top.
"Mhhm, I like this one a lot, so I hope you do appreciate it as much as I do." Kurt stared from him to the feather, as serious as he usually was when he was in his dom-state but his eyes gave away a flicker of amusement. "Maybe after you get a little acquainted with it, hm?"
Sebastian murmured something, or at least he tried, the only thing that came out of his throat was a broken, weird whimper. He wasn't sure he liked the way Kurt's voice was low and playful, even if his cock seemed to think different.
A smug smile spread on Kurt's face.
"Now, you're gonna stay in your position, just like that, if you lose it again then there will be consequences."
Sebastian felt himself clenching his teeth. He knew, at some level, that he needed this; Kurt, standing tall and imposing before him, bossing him around, treating him like… like a sub. He could feel it deep in his body, in his mind. How everything felt clearer, like he was right where he was supposed to be; down on his knees, serving… but he still couldn't totally accept it, even when he himself had asked for this, he felt as betrayed by his body as ever, wanting things he should not. But he did. And that was the worst of all. He did want to comply, to obey.
He felt the tip of the feather touching him, just below the jaw, and he had to exert much self-control not to either lower his head or move away to run from the soft tender touch of the feather. Kurt's lips parted slightly, one of its corners curving.
As the feather slid down his neck, making little patterns on his Adam's apple, Sebastian finally understood the meaning of all this. It was a trap. He was almost shrinking within seconds, failing completely to ignore the tickle. Did Kurt want him to fail? Was it part of the game?
The feather left his neck, moving down his shoulders to the top of his back as Kurt returned to circle him. He jumped a little as it moved up to his shoulder blades, unable to hold up the tickling and itching.
"Calm down, don't let it distract you," Kurt mumbled. "Concentrate on my voice, okay? How about your day? Why don't you tell me a little about it?"
The sub winced. He didn't exactly adore thinking about his life recently, it was all a whirlwind of pain, frustration, anxiety, anger, humiliation, he didn't even know how to separate them anymore. He thought maybe this time with Kurt could be his escape from all that but apparently, it was not possible, maybe he'd just have to learn to deal with his own problems. "There is not much to tell; I woke up, got to class, and came here, more or less the same thing every day."
The feather fell back down his spine and Sebastian shivered as it reached the lower part of his back. "What about lacrosse, I thought you'd start training as soon as possible."
"They— ugh... they start in... a couple of weeks, I think..."
"Mmmh..."
"I— uh-" It was starting to be extremely difficult to concentrate on his words. The stupid plume was being utter torture for both his willpower and his oversensitive body. He wanted to give up to the shivering and scratch all the way it was sliding with whatever it was that was at hand, but he also wanted to lean more into it, feel it even closer, because in some weird way it was doing all sort of incredible things to his body. The feeling it left behind was pure thrill and the only thing Sebastian could do was fiddling with his fingers at his sides, pinching a little the skin of his thigh as the urgency to move became stronger and stronger.
The feather slid up and then downhill again and again, teasing Sebastian's arms and neck, until it went further than it had gone so far, descending until it was brushing over his crack. Sebastian gasped sharply, throwing his head back for a second before returning to his position once again, panting unsteadily.
"You have a great self-control; that's something admirable in a sub." Kurt mumbled behind him, so close that Sebastian could feel his breath on the back of his neck. "Let's see if I can break it, just a little."
Sebastian liked his lips, a knot forming in his throat, but it was impossible to disguise the way his cock throbbed in the air. And he was so hot, literally, and he was horny and itchy and flustered. He was a mess, and Kurt wanted to break his self-control?
He hadn't noticed that he had lowered his head until Kurt stroked Sebastian's hair away from his face, locking eyes with him until he was forced to close them when he felt the feather caressing his crotch.
Sebastian's arms and shoulders jerked in a spasm, needing to move, but he knew he was stronger than this, he'd endured worse, he would... he had to—
"Do you like it?" Kurt asked, slowly moving the feather to the skin beneath his cock, teasing his balls in the most devilish manner. "No?"
He moaned incoherently. His balls felt big and heavy and Kurt was lazily playing with what Sebastian considered a vital part of his body. Fuck, he was so turned on he could let Kurt do this all day.
He loved the way Kurt's gaze was fixed permanently on him, on his naked body, on his cock and balls. He didn't think the dark shadow covering Kurt's eyes was precisely friendly. And Sebastian, far from annoying him, really appreciated it. It had always bothered him the way Kurt seemed immune to his physical appearance, he had wanted Kurt to look at him, and to like what he saw, wanted Kurt to be aroused by him, to let himself feel pleasure with his body, to...
Please, please sir…
"Shh, it's okay, I'll take care of you,"
Only then did he realize he'd said that out loud. He needed to keep track of his mouth.
Kurt moved the feather deliciously slow across his crotch, actively ignoring his cock, which was twitching and pulsing for attention, any attention it could get. But suddenly it wasn't necessary at all because the feather was being tossed away and Kurt's finger wrapped his cock, squeezing almost abruptly, moving as slowly as the feather had, and this time it was the rest of Sebastian's body that was twitching uncontrollably while seeing stars.
It hurt, oh if it hurt. It was a wild and violent and massive wave of pleasure straight from his cock to his spine. And the cry that let his throat barely made it justice.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"N-No," Sebastian stammered.
Kurt was crouching in front of him, his eyes on Sebastian and his hand on his cock, and he looked so, so in control of the whole thing, because he was, Kurt didn't have to pretend like he did daily, every day, Kurt was a real dom, and sometimes, Sebastian hated him for that, but right now he just didn't know how to feel about it.
"Does it hurt?"
"No" he lied. Kurt considered him, before arching an eyebrow. "I- It hurts, yeah, but not in a bad way."
"Are you sure? You're shaking,"
He bit his tongue to stifle a moan, intrinsically looking for the right thing to say to ensure that Kurt would never, never stop touching him, but it was too late. The dom's hand let go of him and for a single second, Sebastian felt like screaming. That until he could feel Kurt fingers hovering over his balls, teasing again the sensitive skin. He wanted to push into the touch but he didn't know if that would count as disobeying Kurt. He had moved a couple times already but never intentionally and he really wasn't ready to know what those 'consequences' meant.
He fought not to move, looking away and pretending he didn't feel Kurt's gosht touch at the base of his cock and it worked for a little while, then there was another hand on his chest, it felt cold against his heated skin but so so good, it was a firm, possessive touch, sliding down and up to his neck, and when he looked at Kurt's face his eyes were just as harsh and demanding as his hands were. He could easily feel the pulse of his heart and most likely Kurt could too because his hand stopped at his neck, cupping his head and then stroking his jaw and cheeks and before Sebastian could understand what he was doing he was taking one of Kurt's fingers into his mouth.
Kurt looked astonished at him, eyes big and dark and lustful and Sebastian couldn't stop it, he moaned and started sucking, hard and deep and Kurt's sudden groaning sounds only encouraged him, feeling irrationally happy when he was given another finger so he had both Kurt's ring and middle finger inside his mouth to suck and nurse and taste and Kurt was looking at him as if he was the most wonderful thing he'd ever seen.
"There's my good boy," Kurt said, getting closer until Sebastian could smell his breath. "Keeping your position just like I told you to, such a good boy, aren't you?"
Sebastian tries not to feel embarrassed by the sound that comes out of his throat and makes a point of sucking even further, moving his head until he's almost deepthroating the fingers.
And so they are gone.
He is left gasping and desperate and he feels as if the floor under him is evaporating and he doesn't know how to stop himself from falling.
"Sebastian..." he could hear Kurt mumble, and there was something strange in his voice. "Stop thinking so much. Relax. Let go. I promise I'll catch you."
But Sebastian couldn't, he couldn't put himself in Kurt's hands that way, expose himself like that, be so vulnerable to him, or anyone, it was not in his personality, he wasn't a sub, he didn't know how to do this, he'll probably fuck up anyway so what was even the point of it? He would never get it right no matter how much he—
But he couldn't continue the hysterical inner babbling any longer because Kurt's lips were suddenly on his.
He felt his heart freeze. It was the strangest thing Sebastian had felt until now. It was so odd, so out of the blue, absolutely the last thing he expected at this moment. Kurt's lips were just there, pressed to his own while he could only remain static, looking with his eyes wide open at the dom's face, wich was as close as it could get. It took him too long to realize he wasn't breathing. As his body struggled for a whiff of air his heart started to beat again, fast, almost painfully hitting his chest, the sound so loud in his ears that he felt as if he couldn't hear anything else.
Kurt's eyes were closed, his nose brushing gently against Sebastian's, and his hand coming up to his neck to press him even closer as his lips parted and took Sebastian's own lower lip between them, biting and pulling out softly.
He whispered against Kurt's lips, inhaling and exhaling a little superficially. It felt almost tender, the way the dom was moving against him, his temple never stopping touching his, even as his lips drawn away trying to take with them his own. His eyes were closed now and when he opened them again it was Kurt who was looking at him, a little flushed and out of breath himself.
"Okay?" He breathed out, licking his lips.
Sebastian didn't know how to reply, but Kurt didn't seem inclined to do anything before he answered so in an impulse he leaned forward, just the slightest bit so their noses were touching again and spoke, or more like groaned over the boy's lips. "Green, sir."
With that he was practically being devoured by the dom's mouth. His lips were now firm and in control and a lot less soft that they had been before, but somehow the touch still managed to feel caring and tender and it made chills of pleasure course down Sebastian's back. Kurt must have felt them because his other hand, the one that wasn't keeping Sebastian close by his neck, moved to trail his spine a few times until it settled on his waist. Sebastian had kind of hoped that it would eventually go lower to grab his ass and pull him even closer and he almost complained when that didn't happen, except that Kurt chose that moment to let the tip of his tongue come out from his lips, slowly, almost shyly in fact, and brushed Sebastian's upper lip.
He moaned weakly, his hands shaking to touch, but he didn't dare, just in case Kurt's stupid sense of integrity came back. He didn't hesitate to drop his mouth open, though. Wide open. Kurt's tongue slipped in, invading and exploring everything it could reach. Sebastian loved the new taste filling his mouth, sweet and delicious and he moaned again when both their tongues started to lap the other and it was so erotic Sebastian felt himself get lost in it, in the smell and feel and taste and sounds of satisfaction the two of them won't stop making.
"That's it," Kurt said in a sudden breath, breathing straight from Sebastian's mouth. "That's it, just like that, submit to me, Bas."
And Sebastian could only moan as he was kissed again, and when Kurt's hands wrapped his cock again and began to pump frantically, the pleasure and pain of the burn for the lack of lubricant shook him, and his legs failed him, and he fell on his left leg on the floor, dragging Kurt with him, unwilling to let Kurt away from him, just now that everything seemed to be going in the right direction.
It didn't help much, actually.
Kurt stopped kissing, his eyes glancing at him and then dropping close as if reluctant to see him. Then he walked away, returning to a standing position. Sebastian liked the taste of Kurt's mouth from his lips and waited for the dom to look at him.
He did more that.
"On the bed. Hands and knees."