A/N: This chapter turns out to be mildly explicit, so the full version is available over at AO3 = Archive of our Own, at the link below. Replace an actual dot and enjoy. ;). You can find the link to my AO3 profile on my profile page here. Scroll down until you see the links, or look me up under "Scioneeris".
archiveofourown(HeresaDOT)org/works/491193/chapters/974933
Embarrassment. Humiliation. Pain. Pleasure.
It all burned together and somehow, he didn't mind, didn't care and didn't want to care. Loki had balked at first, understanding the unspoken when Sebastian had pressed those two fingers to his lips. It would seal their deal, yes. It would also cement their roles for the entirety of this deal.
He struggled in vain.
He did not want to be the bottom in this relationship.
Never.
Definitely never.
He was not submissive, he was not weak and he was not some wench to be mounted and-! The words trailed off as Sebastian's other hand scratched thin lines of pleasurable fire from his navel to his groin. Just enough pressure to keep from being ticklish and just light enough to pull sensations from him that he hadn't known existed.
He did not want this.
But yet, here he lay, restrained by a being that screamed of dominance and elegance, coaxed to acknowledge that all he could want was his—if only he could willingly submit.
If.
The last shattered, darkened sliver of pride curled up and died.
Loki squeezed his eyes shut.
The fingers tapped on his sore lips and then feather soft kisses danced over his eyelids. "Shhh. Don't hide from me, Loki." The name somehow sounds sinful falling from those lips. "Let me see your eyes. Show me what you're thinking."
Thanks for reading!~Scion