Warning for [unsafe] knife play.
Sebastian winces as he rises, battered skin protesting against the movement. He slips onto the bed and takes up the same position he'd started in. Hands and knees, head bowed down in submission. He feels the bed dip slightly behind him and warmth of Jim's body is suddenly solid against his back.
He's still wearing his pyjama pants, Sebastian can feel the material, rough against his back side, but Jim's bare chest is skin to skin with his back and Sebastian can't stop himself from arching up against him, reveling in the contact. Jim's hands brush over his shoulders, down his biceps, his forearms and down to grip his wrists tightly.
Without a word, he pulls Sebastian's wrists up and guides them to the headboard, holding them in place there for a moment before releasing them. Sebastian understands that perfectly clearly. He keeps his grip tight and forces himself not to whine when the heat of Jim against his back disappears. It's back a moment later, but so is the cold bite of steel handcuffs locking around his wrists and fixing him to the headboard.
"I've half a mind to leave you like this." Jim says, and how does he manage to sound so bored and so arousedat the same time?
"Locked up where I can see you. Like an animal. Like a pet." He's rolling his hips slightly, grinding his hard on against Sebastian's ass and mouthing against his ear. "You'd look very pretty in a collar, dear."
Sebastian gasps loudly and pushes back, twisting his head to try and catch Jim's mouth with his but he's only met with his head being shoved back down.
"Your master doesn't like it when his pet misbehaves."
"Sorry, sir." He breathes out but Jim doesn't reply to him.
There's a soft click behind him, the sound of a tube of lube being opened and Jim' finger is pressing against him; the slick digit pressing easily past the ring of muscle.
"You're so well-trained at everything else." Jim twists his finger slowly and puts his free hand on Sebastian's hip as a warning when Sebastian tries to rock back. "You do everything I ask of you so well; you're so good at bending to me, doing as I want, when I want it. And you aren't nearly as boring as most other people." He moves his finger slowly, drawing out the lazy, teasing movements and ignores the way Sebastian's whimpering from the back of his throat.
"So why is it that you can't learn this?" He forces two more fingers into Sebastian without warning, twisting them roughly. The movement tears a cry from Sebastian, a twisted mix of shock, pain, and please god, more.
"That this," Jim continues as his fingers pump in and out of the other man, "is only for me?"
Sebastian is shaking his head, gasping for air as he struggles to form words. "I didn- I don- it's for you. Only you. Fuck,, only ever you."
Sebastian winces as he rises, battered skin protesting against the movement. He slips onto the bed and takes up the same position he'd started in. Hands and knees, head bowed down in submission. He feels the bed dip slightly behind him and warmth of Jim's body is suddenly solid against his back.
He's still wearing his pyjama pants, Sebastian can feel the material, rough against his back side, but Jim's bare chest is skin to skin with his back and Sebastian can't stop himself from arching up against him, reveling in the contact. Jim's hands brush over his shoulders, down his biceps, his forearms and down to grip his wrists tightly.
Without a word, he pulls Sebastian's wrists up and guides them to the headboard, holding them in place there for a moment before releasing them. Sebastian understands that perfectly clearly. He keeps his grip tight and forces himself not to whine when the heat of Jim against his back disappears. It's back a moment later, but so is the cold bite of steel handcuffs locking around his wrists and fixing him to the headboard.
"I've half a mind to leave you like this." Jim says, and how does he manage to sound so bored and so arousedat the same time?
"Locked up where I can see you. Like an animal. Like a pet." He's rolling his hips slightly, grinding his hard on against Sebastian's ass and mouthing against his ear. "You'd look very pretty in a collar, dear."
Sebastian gasps loudly and pushes back, twisting his head to try and catch Jim's mouth with his but he's only met with his head being shoved back down.
"Your master doesn't like it when his pet misbehaves."
"Sorry, sir." He breathes out but Jim doesn't reply to him.
There's a soft click behind him, the sound of a tube of lube being opened and Jim' finger is pressing against him; the slick digit pressing easily past the ring of muscle.
"You're so well-trained at everything else." Jim twists his finger slowly and puts his free hand on Sebastian's hip as a warning when Sebastian tries to rock back. "You do everything I ask of you so well; you're so good at bending to me, doing as I want, when I want it. And you aren't nearly as boring as most other people." He moves his finger slowly, drawing out the lazy, teasing movements and ignores the way Sebastian's whimpering from the back of his throat.
"So why is it that you can't learn this?" He forces two more fingers into Sebastian without warning, twisting them roughly. The movement tears a cry from Sebastian, a twisted mix of shock, pain, and please god, more.
"That this," Jim continues as his fingers pump in and out of the other man, "is only for me?"
Sebastian is shaking his head, gasping for air as he struggles to form words. "I didn- I don- it's for you. Only you. Fuck,, only ever you."