Tools of Manipulation

Sebastian kept his eyes closed because he knew Kurt was looking at him.

As he floated down from his orgasm, the Warbler had a fleeting urge to turn towards the boy at his side and say, "You were amazing." He just took another deep, deliberate breath and waited for the moment to pass. Flattery as part of seduction was acceptable when it was absolutely necessary to achieve the conquest, but Sebastian rarely complimented his lovers, particularly after sex, and he certainly never complimented the one-night stands. After all, the whole purpose of the exercise was to get him off, make him feel good. Building up the other guy's ego – how would that benefit him? No, the best lover was a perennially insecure lover, constantly worrying that Sebastian was going to tire of him and dump his barely tolerable ass for someone more attractive, more sophisticated, more talented, just more everything. Insecurity – a manipulator's best friend.

Sebastian hovered a bit over that thought as his pulse began to slow. It was remarkable, really, the way his supreme self-confidence brought out the self-doubts of those around him. And not just sexual prey. Even straight guys, even teachers and police and successful professionals he'd never even fucking met before – all practically panting with eagerness to praise him, please him, pamper him, placate him. Blaine was just the same – Sebastian had him blushing and squirming and half-way to bed less than five minutes after they finished singing "Uptown Girl."

Kurt, though... Even just hearing some of Blaine's stories, Sebastian could tell Kurt already had a stronger sense of self-worth than Blaine would ever have. Hell, the homophobes at his school tried to humiliate him with the prom queen title and he just threw it back in their faces. Balls the size of fucking grapefruits right there. Now, after spending a few hours with him, Sebastian was sure Kurt would not have tolerated that whole "yeah, you have a boyfriend but we can still fool around on the down-low" routine Sebastian had almost successfully pulled on Blaine. No, even if 'The Klaine' was on the outs just then, the diva would have thrown a drink in his face and told him to fuck off on principle. Shit, I wish that had happened! It would have been so hot!

Should he just say, "That was amazing" instead? Nah, still too close to a personal compliment. Sebastian knew he had exactly two pieces of leverage over the McKinley boy – Kurt's sexual insecurity (apparently his only major insecurity) and Kurt's bitchy pride, which right now were working from opposite ends, meeting in the middle to keep the boy in this hotel room despite whatever sentimental and moral objections he still had. Yeah, Kurt had just given him a fucking fantastic blow job, maybe the best one Sebastian's ever had, although he was pretty drunk for a few of them so he couldn't swear to it. But the point was Sebastian couldn't afford to build up the boy's ego even a little bit, not when the next round of battle was about to begin. So he said nothing, just lay there enjoying his refractory period.

Kurt lay on his side facing Sebastian, watching and waiting for some praise. Waiting for Sebastian to open his eyes, at least! Kurt was pretty proud of himself for deep-throating and swallowing, but still he wanted some kind of acknowledgment from the guy he just did these incredibly intimate things with. He decided that if Sebastian was nice to him, then Kurt would reward him with a soft caress, maybe stroke his cheek or play with his hair. Something a little less domineering and a little more tender. But there was silence, broken only by the sound of Sebastian's breathing returning to normal. Christ, what an asshole! Not even a back-handed compliment? Just ...nothing? Kurt knew he shouldn't feel hurt, but he couldn't help it. He shifted onto his back and also stared at the ceiling, biting his lip so he wouldn't ask "How was I?" like a pathetic, needy virgin. Even though he was a pathetic, needy virgin.

Still, thinking back on what had just happened gave Kurt a smug smile. Even without the external validation, he knew he'd rocked Sebastian's world. And Kurt had enjoyed it, too, God help him. A lot. So... that made him a slut, right? Objectively speaking, he'd just cheated on Blaine and still planned to do worse. Yep, the very definition of a slut. But the weird thing was, aside from picking up a few new techniques, Kurt felt pretty much the same about himself and about Blaine as he'd felt this morning. He was still a basically good and caring person – with devastating talent and brilliant fashion sense – who loved and adored his bow tied boyfriend, and couldn't wait to be with him again.

Kurt was sorry that Blaine wouldn't be his first, but as he lay there, dissecting his emotions, Kurt realized he felt more regretful than guilty, maybe because he knew he was only doing this so they could be happy together. As for Sebastian, he was just a gay sex how-to manual with a pulse. So it was kind of stupid, wasn't it, to sulk about not getting praise from a sex manual. Okay, that was unfair. Kurt couldn't outright deny Sebastian's membership in the human race. He turned his head slightly to glance at the other boy. Eyes still closed? How dare he fall asleep! Oh no you don't, you little viper.

Sitting up, he smacked Sebastian sharply on the chest.

"Omph! Back to the rough stuff, are we? You've got quite a kink there."

"My turn." Kurt's voice was all business.

Sebastian watched with bemused eyes as Kurt hopped off the bed and retrieved the lube and condoms from his bag. He climbed back on the bed, sitting on his heels by Sebastian's waist, his own cock hard with anticipation. "Tell me what to do." It wasn't a request.

Sebastian rolled onto his side and arched an eyebrow that screamed Well, aren't we a demanding little bitch! He hated to admit it, but that bossy tone, in that sweet, almost-feminine voice – it was kind of hard to resist going along with whatever it said.

But he managed. "You don't want me to rim you?" And fuck you to pieces, so many tiny, beautiful pieces that you won't have the strength for more and we'll just have to have a second lesson.

Kurt shook his head firmly. "I'm going to fuck you first. Quid pro quo. Then you rim me, and then you can fuck me." If we have the strength for all that. Topping is the main priority here. If I have to forgo the rimming, I'll deal.

Sebastian hesitated, for real this time. He wasn't keen on being fucked by a virgin. Frenemies, Sebastian, this is about becoming frenemies so you can break his over-groomed, freaky-fashioned, glee-addled heart. But...but Sebastian really wasn't keen on being fucked by anyone, which is why he'd never allowed it before.

Kurt could tell the other boy's hesitation was genuine, but it made his anger spike. Oh no, you're not backing out now, you bastard! He wanted to yank the boy's legs open and shove himself in up to the hilt. The very thought made him grow impossibly hard. And then he remembered how he'd gotten Sebastian to undress before.

Kurt smiled dangerously. "You want incentive?"

Before he could over-think it, he grabbed Sebastian and rolled him onto his stomach. Then Kurt quickly pushed his legs open and sat in the resulting 'V'. Just like before when Kurt had threatened to rip his clothes off, Sebastian was stunned, intrigued, and incredibly turned on. He heard a small 'pop' and looked back over his shoulder, his own cock refilling as he watched Kurt coat several fingers with lube.

"I am going to have you, Sebastian. I am going to take you." Kurt growled lowly. He reached between Sebastian's ass cheeks and began moistening the tender flesh around his hole with feather touches. "Now either you coach me through it, so I make you feel good, or you don't, in which case I won't. It's that simple." He paused his hand and Sebastian groaned in want and bucked his hips, creating some blessed friction for the newborn boner trapped between his stomach and the mattress underneath.

Sure now that he had discovered the key to manipulating Sebastian however he wanted, Kurt began moving in slow, slippery circles again. His voice was dark and incontestable. "Either way, you will bottom for me."