A/N: This was written for tumblr user therewasagirlwhowantedtofly prompted a one-shot with breathplay. I felt that it fit well in my Dalton Boy series. So, this puts the story a little out of order, but I hope you guys enjoy it. Warning for bondage, breathplay, age gap, sort of underage drinking, anal sex, and destruction of a Dalton uniform.
Sebastian watches Kurt wrap his lips around the mouth of the bottle in his grasp, the glowing green liquid flowing into his mouth. A tiny river of it escapes the seal of his lips around the bottle and runs down the side of his mouth, curling around his chin and dripping down his neck.
Sebastian runs his tongue over his own dry lips, longing to lick it up.
Kurt removes the bottle from his mouth and sighs, wiping up the liquid with the back of his hand.
Sebastian sees his opportunity disappear and deflates into the seat beneath him.
"I…I can't believe you're torturing me like this," Sebastian says, his voice shaking when Kurt fixes him with both shining blue eyes. He responds to Sebastian's complaints by pouring a stream of the cool liquid down Sebastian's bare chest and slowly licking it up with the tip of his tongue.
Fifteen minutes after they had arrived at Kurt's club, done the rounds with the other doms and said hello to Elliot, Kurt had locked them in his office, forced Sebastian into a high-backed Victorian style wing chair by his desk, and cuffed his wrists behind his back. Kurt tore Sebastian's uniform shirt open, popping every last button, pulling it wide open to leave his chest bare. (This shirt was Kurt's fifth victim this month, so Sebastian had taken the liberty of ordering three dozen more. Far be it for Sebastian to say no to his dom, even if it meant destroying every last uniform he had in his closet.) Kurt left Sebastian's necktie on, turning it around on his neck so that the tail of it draped over Sebastian's shoulder.
Even though they are in Kurt's club, this isn't the same as their other sessions. This is for the two of them, but on a different level. For as strict a dom as Kurt usually is, right now he is being uncharacteristically lenient.
It's almost like their version of a normal date with the clear understanding that Kurt is entirely in charge.
Kurt had stripped off his shirt for Sebastian, letting his sub watch with hungry eyes as he exposed his toned chest and all of his glorious tattoos. He perched onto Sebastian's lap, opened the bottle of absinthe, and proceeded to drink down every last drop.
"Can't I have just a sip?" Sebastian begs in a very un-Sebastian Smythe manner.
"You know the rules about minors drinking in my club," Kurt says, raising the bottle back to his lips with a wicked grin. "Can't do it." Kurt chuckles darkly. "It's a shame, too, because Elliot only buys the good stuff." Kurt takes a long drag off the bottle with Sebastian staring at the long line of his neck as he drinks, watching his throat work the liquid down his throat. "I think it's banned in fourteen countries." Kurt takes another long swig. He leans back too far and teeters on Sebastian's lap, giggling when he pulls himself up.
"Wow," he says, rolling his head on his neck. "I think I'm just about flying."
"Well, I wish I was flying with you," Sebastian says. He watches his dom drink, his green eyes swelling with jealousy. Kurt cares little for Sebastian's jealousy. It's Sebastian's need that he craves, and his need is always there when he trains those sinful green eyes on Kurt's face and body.
For a boy who never thought he would willingly belong to anyone, Sebastian sure does like being owned.
Sebastian's need for Kurt is raw and exciting and it feeds Kurt's ego to no end.
Kurt chews on this thought as he looks at his sub beneath him, eager to play with this gorgeous boy.
"I can think of a way to get you flying," Kurt says, leaning over and setting the bottle down on the floor. He scoots off of Sebastian's lap and stands before him. He starts pulling off his boots, taking his time to strip for his bound sub. "Do you trust me, preppy?"
"Yes," Sebastian says without a second's hesitation. His answer makes the grin on Kurt's face grow wide. "More than I should, probably."
Kurt laughs, unzipping his jeans and peeling them down his legs.
Kurt doesn't seem to mind stripping naked anywhere – not that he had any reason to be self-conscious. Kurt has an incredible body and he knows it. He knows Sebastian likes to look at him. It's especially delicious to feel Sebastian's eyes on his skin when Sebastian is tied up - when Sebastian can't quench his desire for the touch of his fingertips sliding over Kurt's smooth skin, tracing Kurt's tattoos one at a time, toying with his nipples or threading through the violet locks in his hair.
Sebastian wants Kurt – every second they're together and pretty much every minute that they're apart. He wants Kurt's body. He needs Kurt's dominance. He doesn't know why, and if he thinks about it too hard sometimes it infuriates him.
So Sebastian doesn't think about it at all.
He simply submits whenever Kurt lays eyes on him.
Kurt is more than ready for him, his cock incredibly hard and flushed, aching where it stands between Kurt's muscular legs.
"Now this is what we're going to do, preppy," Kurt says, bending over his sub and working at the zipper and button to Sebastian's uniform pants. "I'm going to sit in your lap and have my way with you, and we're going to have a little fun with that kinky necktie of yours."
Sebastian's eyebrows shoot straight up as Kurt frees his cock from his pants, not moving him an inch to pull his slacks down because (as Kurt has said many times before) Sebastian's cock is the only part he needs.
"You know, all you prep school boys are bred to be subs," Kurt continues without any other explanation, "with these uptight uniforms and your stringent school schedules, all of you jumping like obedient little dogs at the sound of a bell…"
Kurt climbs nimbly into Sebastian's lap, reaching behind his sub to his desk for a condom and a bottle of lube.
"I like my doggy," Kurt says with a giddy laugh, freeing the condom from its foil packet and swiftly rolling it over Sebastian's cock. "So obedient, so ready for me…" He tosses the empty foil square into the trash and flips open the bottle. Sebastian watches Kurt squeeze a generous dollop of lube into the palm of his hand. Kurt flips the lid shut and tosses the bottle back on his desk. He warms the lube between his hands before slathering it over the length of Sebastian's erection. Sebastian fights the urge to move his hips up to meet his dom's hands, sure that Kurt will put a full stop to whatever he has planned if he does.
Kurt loves to introduce new ways of torturing Sebastian, and Sebastian has started to love Kurt's surprises.
Kurt positions himself expertly above Sebastian's cock, lowering himself daintily over Sebastian's erection while he explains his plan, eyes glowing down at Sebastian with inebriation.
"I'm going to fuck you," Kurt says in that no-nonsense dom tone that makes Sebastian's toes curl – the one that leaves no room for argument, "and while I do, I'm going to cut off your air supply bit…by…bit." Kurt curls a finger around the tail of Sebastian's tie, pulling it back over his shoulder and straightening it over his bare chest.
Sebastian swallows hard.
"Master?" he asks, recognizing the switch from playful torment to domination in the tone of Kurt's voice and adjusting accordingly.
"Yes, preppy?" Kurt leans in close, nibbling along the contours of Sebastian's mouth.
"Don't people…die from doing that?"
Kurt sits back and scowls.
"Yeah, if you're an idiot doing it by yourself and you accidentally hang yourself in your closet with your belt or some such shit." Suddenly, Kurt's eyes flare with unexpected anger. "Which is why you never, ever do this alone," Kurt says, jabbing a finger into Sebastian's chest hard enough to make him flinch. "Not while you're jerking off, not without me. I forbid it. Do you understand?"
Kurt's conviction steals every word from Sebastian's lips and he nods.
"Say it," Kurt says, digging his nails into the skin of Sebastian's chest to make himself understood. "Tell me that you understand. I need to hear you say it."
"I understand, master," Sebastian says, keeping his voice calm even with the pain of Kurt's nails raking into his skin.
Kurt sinks his body completely over Sebastian's cock and sighs, retracting his nails and fiddling with Sebastian's tie again.
"Good," Kurt says, returning to his mask of practiced control. "I'm glad you understand." Kurt tightens the Windsor knot on Sebastian's tie, inching it up to his neck. "We're going to go slow," Kurt says, sliding his tongue across Sebastian's lips, "and I'll ask you how you're holding up along the way, but if you need me to stop…" He leans behind Sebastian and grabs something off his desk. He sits back up and presses a small, round device into Sebastian's hand. It's a smooth disk with a button that Sebastian can feel with his thumb. Sebastian looks into Kurt's eyes and raises a questioning eyebrow.
"Give it a go," Kurt says, motioning with his chin over Sebastian's shoulder.
Sebastian finds the button with his thumb and gives it a tentative press. He doesn't have to press hard to make the small disk buzz loudly in his hand. Kurt laughs at Sebastian's jolt of surprise.
"I think that'll get my attention," Kurt says, returning to the kiss he had abandoned seconds before. "Don't you?"
Sebastian nods as Kurt's lips meet his. In this position, Sebastian can feel all of Kurt press against him – the warm skin of his chest against his own, Kurt's ass resting on his thighs, and his cock, hard and leaking, bobbing against Sebastian's stomach. Sebastian happily surrenders to Kurt. He can't move his hands or his wrists, can barely move his body, but he is more than willing to acquiesce to sex for the rest of his life just this way as long as it's with his dom – as long as it's with Kurt.
Oh yeah, this man owns him, and Sebastian can't find a single reason in the world to mind.
Kurt pushes the knot of Sebastian's tie up to his Adam's Apple, tightening the tie around his neck until Sebastian gasps. Kurt can feel Sebastian's throat brace against the push of the knot trying to constrict his airway, but Kurt doesn't force it.
"Relax, preppy," Kurt whispers in Sebastian's ear, "give in, and it'll feel really good."
Sebastian swallows as best he can and nods once, melting into the chair, trying to will the tension in his muscles to fade away. Kurt pushes harder. Sebastian can feel a small thread of panic rise up within him, but then Kurt's body begins to move and any anxiety Sebastian has over the idea of being choked dissolves beneath the smooth snap of Kurt's hips.
The knot tightens, and Sebastian feels everything change as it becomes harder to breath – the blind, dazzling euphoria of being disconnected from his body. Lights flash behind his eyes as his vision darkens and the beautiful face of his dom is replaced with a sea of floating stars.
"Okay," Kurt says, slowing the movement of his hips and carefully releasing the knot pressed against Sebastian's neck. Sebastian feels air start to move into his lungs again and his vision clears, his head throbbing and spinning. He whimpers as his body crashes back to earth. "Are you still with me, preppy?"
"Yes," Sebastian replies, his voice rough.
"Do you want me to do that again?" Kurt asks with the shadow of a laugh in his voice.
"Yes, master," Sebastian says, knowing that remembering to say master will get him whatever he wants.
Kurt captures Sebastian's lips in a kiss that's soft as he slides their lips together and raw in the way that Kurt bites down on Sebastian's skin. They start out as gentle nibbles, but soon Kurt bites down hard. He moves again - up and down, up and down - with no break in between for Sebastian to breathe – not that he can now that Kurt is tightening the tie again, pushing the knot further until Kurt can hear Sebastian whine, can feel his legs shake.
The euphoria returns along with the spinning, and the lights that explode like fireworks the longer Kurt forces him to hold his breathe. Sebastian feels the knot slip. He inhales a single breath, and the entire world shifts, spinning faster, tilting left and right. It feels like falling from a tremendous height with no fear of dying. He would laugh if he could.
"Okay," Kurt says again, slowing his hips and releasing the knot, not as much as before, but enough for Sebastian to catch a small breath so he doesn't pass out. "You still haven't pressed the magic button," Kurt says, sneaking his finger between Sebastian's neck and his tie, keeping the pressure on. "Are we good to keep going? I can feel your body telling me you want to cum. Is that true, preppy? Do you want to cum?"
Sebastian's head lolls back and forth and he giggles, the sound uncontrollable and manic as it pierces the fog of his hearing, blocked by the sound of blood rushing through his head.
Kurt laughs along with him, watching his sub wallow in his loopy haze.
"Is that a yes, preppy?" Kurt says, cupping Sebastian's chin in his hand and trying to steal back his attention.
"Yes, master," Sebastian says, peering up to where Kurt's face has gone double, both images of him trying to snap back together into a single picture. "Yes, I want to cum."
"Alright, preppy," Kurt says with another chuckle. "Do you have your button?"
Sebastian presses the button and the sharp sound echoes in the room. Sebastian dissolves into a fit of giggles when Kurt jumps.
"Yup," Sebastian says, popping the p.
Kurt shakes his head but he's slightly desperate himself, dying to see Sebastian cum beneath him, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, gasping for air in that way that Kurt knows will make his orgasm feel incredible when it hits.
Kurt is less gentle this time, pushing the knot up to Sebastian's neck and putting more strength behind it, moving his hips up and down faster, slamming his ass down on Sebastian's thighs harder. Sebastian arches his back and his eyelids flutter shut, his face turning red with his effort to breathe as Kurt fucks him, but the smile on his face is undeniable.
He feels Kurt everywhere. Everywhere Kurt touches connects inside his body. His ass is hot and tight around Sebastian's cock, and his fingertips brushing Sebastian's neck send sparks sizzling over his skin. He feels his mind disintegrate. Every thought becomes irrational, unimportant nonsense. Words become unintelligible. His mind separates from reality. He becomes light, like mist, floating above his body, heading straight into a shimmering white ball of light and heat.
"Yes," he can hear Kurt moan. "God, yes, preppy…that's it."
Sebastian is bucking his hips beneath Kurt's body, thrusting up into that all-encompassing heat that Kurt possesses. He can't feel himself moving. His muscles are pliant and rubbery, apparently with a mind of their own because Sebastian's brain has stopped working. All he has left is his body and the animalistic feeling that he's about to cum, deep inside his dom's body, embarrassingly hard.
He might even pass out.
And that's okay. Everything is okay right now. Everything around Sebastian is warm and fuzzy and soft. Even the heat building inside him is soft around the edges as it starts to swallow him whole.
"Oh, preppy," Sebastian can hear Kurt mutter, the words sliding through his ears, barely reaching his brain but reverberating inside his skull. "Oh, God…"
There's another warmth erupting over his chest. It's hot and wet, covering his skin in stripes, even reaching underneath his chin. He feels his senses fire, random areas over his skin exploding, his entire being shooting out of his body in all directions.
Sebastian groans out loud. It's a strained, guttural noise, but as the tension around his neck releases, the groan becomes a gasp.
"There we go, preppy," Kurt coos, running his fingers through Sebastian's hair as he loosens the necktie. "Breathe in slowly. Don't force it."
Sebastian starts to swallow, trying to gulp in air, but the slowly loosening necktie won't let him. His body seems to know what it's doing, and breathes in on its own, following the rhythm set by his dom as he slides the knot to the tie away from his neck.
"That's a good boy," Kurt says, reaching onto his desk for a box of tissues and cleaning Sebastian's chest, except for one drop of cum that Kurt collects on his finger and slides between Sebastian's lips.
It's a rare occasion that Kurt will do that for Sebastian, and Sebastian savors it.
"How was that?" Kurt asks, planting bites and kisses down the side of Sebastian's neck.
"That was…" Sebastian pants, trying to find the right words in the thick hazy soup that are his thoughts at present, "incredible."
It's a banal word, but it'll do.
Sebastian grins wide as his vision clears and he can see his dom gazing down at him with a smug, satisfied look on his face.
"But, I still would have liked a sip from your bottle," Sebastian says with a wink.
Kurt sits straight up and slaps Sebastian across the face, snapping Sebastian's face to the side. The slap isn't hard - just hard enough that Sebastian knows Kurt doesn't appreciate his sense of humor. Sebastian's eyes pop open. He bites back a smile when Kurt roughly pulls his face back to look at him. Kurt sees how hard Sebastian struggles to maintain his straight, obedient face, and as much as he wants to be angry, as much as he wants to discipline Sebastian for his comment, he laughs instead.
"You're a cheeky asshole, preppy," Kurt says, leaning over the chair to grab the bottle of absinthe, bringing the bottle to his lips.
"Yeah," Sebastian agrees, "but I'm your cheeky asshole, master."
It's snarkier than Kurt likes, but in other ways so sweetly spoken that Kurt isn't angered by the sly, sort of superior way Sebastian calls him master. He tips Sebastian's head back over the back of the chair and kisses him, slowly letting the mouthful of absinthe drip past Sebastian's lips. Sebastian swallows reflexively while his tongue goes in search of more – but not more absinthe, more Kurt. Sebastian moans when Kurt's tongue slips into his mouth, tasting of flowers and anise, which mixes sensually with his natural warmth and the smell of clove cigarettes and the jasmine candles he keeps lit in his bathroom at home.
Kurt pulls away and watches Sebastian, a blissful smile on his face, licking his lips to catch the last drop, or to chase after Kurt, but so completely relaxed that he doesn't move a single inch more.
"How did that taste?" Kurt asks.
"Really good," Sebastian admits, drawling with the intoxication of Kurt's kiss, "but the absinthe was only so-so."