A/N: This part follows after "A Dalton Boy Looking for Trouble". Warning for bondage, sexual content, angst, biting, talk of self-harm scars (self-harm that occurred in the past - nothing at all graphic).
Sebastian has never slept with his wrists bound, and at first he's sure he won't be able to get any sleep. That's alright with him, though. He's more than content to lay still and ruminate over the whole evening – starting at the club, then the drive to Kurt's incongruously normal house, then being dominated by Kurt.
Being fucked by Kurt.
Sebastian fantasizes about sex with Kurt. He picks the experience apart and examines every second of it, lets it play in his head, lets it stir up the feeling of being full, being claimed, being Kurt's. Sebastian is exhausted – his body taxed, his mind stretched to its limits, the same as if he ran fifty miles at a sprint or played three full championship games back-to-back. He didn't realize how tiring being dominated would be. On top of that, Kurt's bed is insanely comfortable and warm, the layers of blankets covering them trapping the heat of their bodies around them.
And then there's Kurt – his head on Sebastian's chest, his leg wrapped around Sebastian's legs, his arm draped over Sebastian's middle, hugging him protectively.
Sebastian falls asleep in seconds.
In the midst of an extraordinarily restful sleep, he has an awesome dream.
In his head, he has Kurt tied to that wooden table in the kitchen – naked, muscular, tattooed body spread out in front of him, bound, biting his bottom lip, trying not to moan as Sebastian pounds into him, his pace ruthless, his hand stinging as he spanks Kurt's ass again and again. Sebastian feels his hips respond as he sleeps, this vivid dream trapped somewhere between waking up and sleeping, but the squeeze around his cock feels so intense, so real, he doesn't want to chance opening his eyes and ruining it.
Sebastian feels his whole body humming, his muscles vibrating, and despite his best efforts, it lures him awake. He hears soft, muffled moans in his ear, and as consciousness enters into his brain, he recognizes his own voice making them. He tries to keep quiet, sure that his dom will hear him and that he'll be punished for this wet dream, but for the sensation of tight, irrepressible heat sheathing his aching cock, he can't physically make himself stop.
"That's it, preppy," he hears through the fog of fading sleep. "Wakey, wakey. I've been waiting for you to join the party."
"Waiting?" Sebastian murmurs, raising bound hands to his face to rub his eyes. "How long…"
Kurt stops moving and sits squarely on Sebastian's cock. Sebastian tries to keep going, tries to move up into Kurt's sadistically hot body, but Kurt manages to keep Sebastian stilled.
"Here," Kurt says, taking Sebastian's hands by the bindings on his wrists and leading them down to the base of his cock, guiding Sebastian's fingers to where his balls rest against Sebastian's happy trail. Sebastian fondles them gently while Kurt watches, his legs quivering at Sebastian's inquisitive touch. They're rock hard and pulled up painfully close to Kurt's body.
"Jesus…" Sebastian moans with the realization that Kurt must have been fucking himself on his cock while he slept for a while now. Kurt hadn't let himself cum yet, edging himself, waiting for Sebastian to wake up, which probably inspired that excellent dream.
"A-ha," Kurt agrees, reluctantly pulling Sebastian's hands away. "So, now that you're awake, I can finish."
Kurt leans over and paws at the bed near his right knee, searching for something that he finds relatively quickly. Sebastian narrows his eyes in the dim light and sees the bottle of lube in Kurt's hands. Kurt pulls Sebastian's hands towards him again, squeezing a dollop of the thick gel into Sebastian's palms and spreading it with his fingers.
"Okay," Kurt says, tossing the lube aside and bringing Sebastian's hands back to his cock, sliding his erection between Sebastian's palms. Sebastian feels Kurt shiver above him, his cock jerking between his hands, and Sebastian nearly loses it right there, right then. This isn't the first time Sebastian has had someone else's cock in his hands, not the first time someone has wanted him so much that they've shivered. But Kurt is a hundred degrees removed from those inexperienced boys he deflowers at school. He's strong and confident, he knows himself, and he commands respect.
It doesn't hurt that he's hotter than the fucking sun, either.
Kurt is no boy. He's a man, and in only two nights, he's ruined Sebastian for any other man he may ever hope to meet.
Kurt starts to move again, lifting up and shoving forward, moaning in the most erotic way – no apologies, no shame, and without fear of being caught the way Sebastian and his conquests were at the Dalton dorms.
Sebastian can get used to this, if Kurt would let him.
Sebastian's body responds immediately to Kurt's, hips rolling up to meet his ass, trying to locate that one spot that will make Kurt's toes curl. Kurt writhes above him, a pale canvas covered in beautiful dark ink, undulating like an exotic cobra - only in this scenario, Kurt is the charmer, and Sebastian the one hypnotized into following his every order.
"There we go," Kurt says, head lolling back on his shoulders, riding the wave of Sebastian's hips, shuddering as he tries to keep his balance, alternating between jerking off in Sebastian's bound grasp and riding his cock. "That's it, baby. Keep it up."
Baby. Sebastian is pretty certain that's the first time Kurt has called him baby.
He usually can't stand sweet, syrupy endearments, but Sebastian can sure as hell handle that one, especially when moaned in a voice that's starting to fail, from the lips of a man who looks like some kinky god of fire and ecstasy.
At this crucial point, something goes haywire. Kurt's hips stutter as he closes in on his climax, but Sebastian can't seem to get the movements of his own hips to mesh. He's close, too - so close. He clenches his teeth, trying not to curse as desperation mounts, not wanting to upset Kurt.
The punishment of abstinence would kill him after this.
Sebastian sees Kurt's face contort as he tries to find their rhythm again, but he breaks his cool, grabbing at Sebastian's hips and shoving him hard to the mattress.
"Stay still for a minute, preppy," Kurt hisses, moving rapidly again, controlling both their bodies, and Sebastian has nothing to do but ride the crest of the sweeping orgasm that Kurt creates with his hips, his moans, and his constant mumbling.
"Oh, preppy…oh God, yes…oh…oh, God…"
Before he cums, before he releases long and hard over Sebastian's hands and his chest, before the throbbing squeeze of his ass around Sebastian's cock forces him to follow, Kurt looks into Sebastian's face – his blue eyes soft in a way Sebastian hasn't yet seen. Kurt raises a hand to Sebastian's face and traces his fingertips lightly down Sebastian's cheek.
"Se-Sebastian," Kurt stammers, saying his sub's name with a slight hiccup, as if he meant to say something else - another name, perhaps - but he corrected himself in time. He cocks his head to the side, looking at Sebastian with a cloud of distant emotion drifting through his eyes. "Oh, Sebastian…"
Sebastian takes a chance. He feels like he's captured Kurt at the juncture of a fantasy and this reality. He turns his head into Kurt's hand and kisses his palm, whispering his name into his skin.
"Kurt…"
It's a breath of the word spoken against his hand, but it has the desired effect.
"Oh, Jesus," Kurt whimpers, releasing his death grip on Sebastian's hips, barely acknowledging the bruises there with a subtle glance of his blown eyes. "Oh dear Lord. You've got quite the impressive disco stick there." Kurt chuckles, panting to recover his breath. He reaches beneath the pillow beside Sebastian's head to retrieve a hand towel he apparently keeps there. Kurt wipes Sebastian up, starting with the hands cradling Kurt's shrinking cock and working up his chest and neck.
"I'm glad you enjoy it," Sebastian responds with a smirk, happy to take any compliment Kurt has for him.
"I do," Kurt says with emphasis, placing a kiss to Sebastian's chest, letting it linger while he mulls something over in his mind. "In fact, I would really like to help you refine your technique, so to speak. If you agree to stay the weekend, I can teach you how to use that thing properly."
Kurt sits straight up to see Sebastian's expression. Sebastian's eyebrows rise swiftly to his hairline, noticing the shadow of color filling Kurt's cheeks.
"So…you like my stick, you just don't like the way I use it?" Sebastian asks in a teasing tone.
"I never said that," Kurt says, pretending to be shocked, tossing the towel aside and starting to unbind Sebastian's wrists.
"But you implied it."
Sebastian watches a slow smile burn on Kurt's face, his eyes focused on his fingers unwinding the wrap.
"Maybe," Kurt says. "Or maybe I'm saying there's room for improvement."
"Improvement, huh?"
"Not a lot," Kurt backpedals. "Just a bit." Kurt pulls the last of the wrap off carefully, discarding it near the soiled towel.
"Ah, well," Sebastian kids, rolling his hands on his freed wrists, reviving a few stiff muscles. "How can I possibly say no to such high praise?"
"You can't," Kurt says, slapping Sebastian playfully, sounding excited in a childish way. "So, that's a yes?"
Sebastian takes only a second to decide.
"That's a yes…master."
"Good boy," Kurt purrs, not looking up into Sebastian's face but biting his lip, obviously pleased with Sebastian's answer and his response. Sebastian ponders that moment, about Kurt's lowered walls, his switch in mood from the strict and powerful dom persona to this man who could – in another life - be Sebastian's lover, requesting hopefully that he spend another night.
But in a flash, with a single blink of his eyes, the lover is locked away and Sebastian's dom returns.
"So if you're staying the weekend, then today you learn the rules," Kurt says. "I'll tell you my limits, we'll discuss yours, I'll show you how to keep your stuff when you're here, and we'll go over what will be expected of you."
Sebastian watches Kurt examine the marks on his wrists, the rope burns from the night before that Sebastian would keep forever if he could.
"I use a very high quality rope," Kurt explains as his eyes scan Sebastian's skin, "but on occasion you get a loose fiber here and there. If it gets under your skin, then..." His words cut off, but Sebastian gets the gist. He's gotten enough splinters before to know what happens next.
Sebastian watches Kurt's hands as his dom looks him over. Kurt has amazing hands – as gentle as they are strong. Sebastian's eyes move from Kurt's hands up to his forearms - the Victorian tattoo on the right and on the left, another swirling pattern, a bit hard to make out in the muted light of Kurt's bedroom because the ink on this tattoo isn't black – it's silver. It looks almost filigree, delicate swirls and whorls intertwining and weaving, but somewhere in the midst of them, the lines combine and form a name. Sebastian squints his eyes and tilts his head, but he can't quite make it all out: E-l-something-z-something-something...
"Elizabeth," Kurt says, letting go of Sebastian's arms and reaching to the table by his bed for the gold Dior bottle. "It spells Elizabeth. That was my mother's name." Kurt opens the bottle, applying the liquid liberally to the healing bruises, and Sebastian starts to examine the tattoo of the Victorian shears. This tattoo is dark – sinisterly dark - the ink maintaining a wet appearance, as if it were painted on his skin and applied yesterday. It isn't the intricate detailing on this pair of scissors that draws Sebastian's attention, but something else, something faint, marks underneath that the tattoo seems to hide - thin, silvery, jagged marks that cut across Kurt's arm.
Sebastian swallows.
They look like they were painful.
He wants to ask. Regardless of how little they know each other, how little time they've spent together, there's a level of intimacy that comes with being dominated that has made Sebastian care for Kurt, unexpectedly fast and in unexpected ways. He doesn't know if Kurt feels the same, but he's hoping that glimmer in Kurt's eyes as he takes care of him, the way he slides his finger lightly over Sebastian's skin – he hopes that means something.
Sebastian doesn't realize he's holding his breath, but Kurt does. Kurt catches Sebastian as he tries to subtly release the breath, and Kurt chuckles. He follows Sebastian's gaze, glimpsing its focus for a half second before it shifts away, and knows exactly where Sebastian had been looking.
"Take a picture, preppy," Kurt says in that cynical way that still carries a sense of humor, "it'll last longer."
"I…" The syllable comes out of Sebastian's mouth before he even knows whether or not he has permission to talk, seeing as Kurt has changed modes since their romp this morning.
Kurt sighs, taking Sebastian's hands in his and turning them, facing them palm up. Then he places his wrists in Sebastian's grasp, exposing his wrists and his forearms…and the scars – even some Sebastian didn't originally see. One in particular – thicker than the rest – makes Sebastian cringe sympathetically.
"I know you want to ask, preppy," Kurt says with an exasperated sigh, but his put-on air of aggravation hides something. Sebastian can feel it. Kurt feels uncomfortable about this, but he's not going to lie to Sebastian; he's not going to push it aside and leave his sub wondering. He's open to interrogation, but he just wants to get it over with.
"Did…did you try to…" Sebastian stumbles over the question that Kurt gave him permission to ask, and that irritates Kurt. Sebastian sees it in the transposing expressions on his face.
"To kill myself, preppy?" Kurt finishes. He tries to yank his hands away, but Sebastian's fingers close over his wrists reflexively. Sebastian hadn't planned on it; it just happened. Kurt looks down on him, glares at him, his face twisted with what could be anger, except for no reason that Sebastian understands, Kurt stops.
He softens, letting his arms relax, allowing Sebastian to hold them longer.
"God!" Kurt says with a laugh, his demeanor switching in a heartbeat. "Do you gotta look so deep into everything, preppy? I didn't try to kill myself."
"Then…" Sebastian looks up, hoping his eyes can ask the question lingering in his mouth, but Kurt isn't about to let Sebastian go that easily. He's not there to make Sebastian comfortable – to pad the walls for him. Sebastian swallows down his reservations and speaks calmly and clearly while looking unflinchingly into Kurt's face. "Then why would you do this? Why would you make these marks?"
Kurt's return look isn't sarcastic, it isn't teasing, it isn't mean.
It's solemn, and in the depths of his icy blue eyes, it's also sad.
"Once upon a time, a man thought he had total control over me." Kurt leans down, coming nose to nose with his sub to make his meaning stick. "These marks, preppy…these marks prove that he didn't."
Sebastian nods and gazes down at the marks again. He's compelled to. There's so much anger in those cuts, so much sorrow and regret.
Sebastian has a strange, irrepressible need to kiss them away.
He shakes his head.
"I'm so-"
Kurt's lips on his end his sentence. Kurt's groan of frustration fills Sebastian's mouth, followed by Kurt sucking Sebastian's tongue into his mouth and biting it. Sebastian yelps, jumping at the nip, but Kurt bites harder, teaching him a lesson. When Kurt releases him, his tongue is in Sebastian's mouth, caressing the bite, soothing the sting, replacing the punishment with forgiveness.
"Don't you dare," Kurt says, putting a hand to each side of Sebastian's face, "apologize for stupidity that was mine and sins that belong to someone else. Do you understand, preppy?" Sebastian nods, but he doesn't get the chance to talk before Kurt's mouth is on his again – kissing him slower, gentler, with each swipe of his tongue against the seam of Sebastian's lips stealing breath after breath away. Kurt's kisses become lighter touches, and he rests his forehead against Sebastian's, eyes closed, his head weaving back and forth in a lazy shake. "Don't pity me, Sebastian. Not in my home, not in my club, not ever."
"I won't, master," Sebastian says, leaning forward and closing the gap, longing to kiss Kurt again, to feel his lips claiming Kurt's the way Kurt's body claims his, to taste his warmth, to be full of Kurt's presence. Kurt lets Sebastian kiss him, sneaking a hand beneath Sebastian's neck, stroking up and down his skin with brushes of his fingertips.
"Mmm," Kurt murmurs over Sebastian's lips, "I think we're going to stay here and do this for a while first. You're an incredibly good kisser."
Sebastian wants to roll his eyes at the ridiculous blush that invades his cheek.
"Really?" he asks, the word becoming locked in Kurt's mouth when Kurt kisses him again.
"Mmm-hmmm." Kurt mumbles his answer, unwilling to part from Sebastian's lips in order to speak. "Put your arms around me, preppy." Kurt shifts his weight over Sebastian's body, Sebastian's cock becoming half-hard again but slipping from Kurt's body as Kurt lies out over him. Sebastian winds his arms around him – one arm snaking around his middle, another up around his torso. He creeps a hand up into Kurt's hair, cradling the back of his head. "Oh, yes…" In his embrace, Kurt falls into Sebastian. Sebastian feels Kurt's body relaxes, draping over him, skin connecting symmetrically – breast to breast, stomach to stomach, thigh to thigh. Sebastian isn't particularly fond of making out or extensive foreplay, but Kurt makes it so easy, so desirable. Lying here on Kurt's bed, time seems to dissolve. It becomes unimportant.
Sebastian can't ever remember getting lost in a kiss this way, without thinking in the back of his mind how long is long enough before he could stick his hand down the guy's pants. Maybe it helps that Kurt is already naked, but he knows that has little to do with it. Sebastian is a willing victim to this sensual dance they're performing, the balance of power swaying back and forth from Kurt to Sebastian and then back again, though Sebastian is no fool. He knows that Kurt holds all the cards. He has all the control, and for once, Sebastian likes it. He likes losing control with Kurt. Sebastian tightens his grip on Kurt's body and Kurt whimpers, but whimpers from Kurt aren't small, strangled, helpless sounds. They're like lightning sparking tinder. They ignite his soul.
"I couldn't even tell you the last time I've been kissed," Kurt admits as he takes a breath.
"I'll kiss you anytime you want, master," Sebastian says, pressing his lips to Kurt's chin. He runs a hand down Kurt's spine until he reaches his ass and casually rests his palm there, waiting for a scolding or a hand slapping his away. Kurt smirks at Sebastian's brashness, but does nothing to deter him. He grabs a fistful of Sebastian's hair and grips hard.
"You'd better," Kurt says, returning to his kiss.
A knock at Kurt's window rattles the glass and Sebastian startles, turning his face away.
"No, no, no," Kurt says, pulling Sebastian's attention back to him. "Let's just pretend we're not here and they'll go away."
Sebastian lies back and Kurt kisses him again, rutting against him, craving the sensation of Sebastian's smooth skin against his cock, the slow drag that sends tingles over his shaft. A blissful silence follows and Sebastian melts back into their current routine, but whoever knocked on the window before does it again, refusing to be ignored.
"Kurt!" a voice yells - a voice so loud and urgent it sounds like it's coming from inside the room with them. Kurt groans, breaking their kiss with an obscene noise and dropping his head to Sebastian's shoulder.
"Elliot!" Kurt grumbles, the name manifesting as a rumble in his throat and then piercing the morning's solitude with all the irritation in his ramped-up body.
"Kurt?" Sebastian can hear him better now that Kurt is rising off his body and climbing off the bed, taking the distraction of his sexy body away. "Kurt, I need to talk to you."
"Now?" Kurt asks, standing on the floor, hands on hips, head hanging, his expression hidden.
"Yeah…if you don't mind." Sebastian can detect the sarcasm in Elliot's tone, and as annoyed as Kurt is, he still manages a smile, though Sebastian can't tell if it's an affectionate smile or the calculated smile that precedes the act of cold-blooded murder.
"No," Kurt says. He stomps over to his closet, slides the door open a crack, sticks a hand in, and pulls out a pair of jeans and a shirt. "Why the fuck would I mind?" he grouses loudly to the window as he dresses. "What the fuck could I possibly be doing right now that I would mind you coming over unannounced and dragging me the fuck out of bed?"
"You'll get over it," Elliot says with a chuckle. "Now, get your ass out here."
"Give me a fucking minute, will ya?" he gripes, sighing and running a hand through his hair, violet locks interspersing with chestnut ones. Kurt turns back to his sub, lying naked on the bed where Kurt left him, and Kurt whistles low, appreciating the view.
"Goddamn," he says under his breath, admiring Sebastian openly. "I got dressed why again?"
Sebastian watches Kurt approach, watches his swagger as he stares at him – all of him – over and over. His eyes stop between Sebastian's legs, at the condom that slipped off his cock, now leaking cum on his sheets.
"Now I've really got you all over my bed," Kurt says with a tut and leaves it at that, summoning Sebastian up with a wave of his hands. "So, this is what's going to happen. I'm going to go talk to shit brick out there…" Kurt yells the words to make sure Elliot hears, and the other dom laughs.
Sebastian doesn't like Elliot's laugh.
"You, preppy, will practice learning your place, and that is at the foot of my bed," Kurt explains, placing a hand on Sebastian's shoulder and pushing firmly down. Sebastian obeys, dropping wordlessly to the floor on his knees. Kurt rounds in front of him to take a look at Sebastian's posture. He bends at the waist, puts both hands on Sebastian's knees, and spreads them open wide, which causes Sebastian's ass to fall almost to the wood.
"Nu-uh," Kurt scolds, readjusting Sebastian's legs beneath him, "no ball sacks on my floor. I just polished it."
Sebastian nearly chokes on a snort. If Kurt notices, he's in too much of a hurry to get rid of Elliot to say anything about it.
"Now, we're going to bend you forward," Kurt says, pushing Sebastian into a partial bow with a hand to the back of his neck, "put your hands on your knees and look down at the floor. Always look down at the floor. You do not get to look anywhere else unless I tell you." Sebastian does as he's told. Overall, the position feels unnatural, and the strain on his back might get unbearable over time, but he's determined to endure it.
Especially if it means he gets to kiss Kurt again.
"From now on, when I tell you to go to your place, this is where you'll come, and this is how you'll kneel. Every time you're made to kneel, here or anywhere in my house, that means a session has officially begun until I say otherwise. Respond if you understand."
"Yes, master."
Kurt takes a step back and Sebastian knows he's looking, always looking, always getting his fill of Sebastian's naked body in these uncomfortable positions.
"Looking good, preppy," Kurt says. "Stay just like that until I return." He leans in close to Sebastian's ear, his lips ghosting Sebastian's sensitive earlobe as he whispers, "Don't…move…a muscle."
With his eyes on the floor, Sebastian can see Kurt's bare feet walk out of the room. He hears his dom complain all the way down the hall, "Elliot…I love you, but…" until the walls between them swallow his words. Sebastian hears the front door open and Kurt's heavy boot steps as he walks around the side of the house to outside the bedroom window where Elliot has been waiting.
"I know why you're here, Ells," Kurt says, not wasting a breath, "and I'm not letting you eat up my time. I have my new pet to tend to."
Being referred to as pet should infuriate Sebastian, especially considering what the fuck they were doing before – how intimate and romantic it seemed - but it doesn't. The title of pet makes Sebastian sound like an object, something existing solely to give Kurt pleasure.
Being Kurt's pet, being used, knowing Kurt wants it - these certainties make Sebastian incredibly hard.
"And I don't think this new pet is a good idea," Elliot says, not mincing words in his response.
"I love you, Elliot," Kurt counters, "and I know you think you're looking out for me, but I really didn't ask your opinion."
Someone sighs – Sebastian is sure it's Elliot. He hears a rustle, a movement, and his body itches to stand and peek out the window to see what's going on.
"Let's not fight about this," Elliot says, changing his tune - changing it in a way that makes Sebastian's body bristle.
"Good," Kurt agrees, aloof but flirtatious, and Sebastian realizes that Kurt hadn't really been angry with Elliot at all.
"He's a cute kid," Elliot says. Sebastian grits his teeth and growls. He doesn't mind Kurt referring to him as his pet, but Elliot calling him a kid sounds too condescending. But Elliot is a dom. If Sebastian is going to be a part of this world – a part of Kurt's world – he'd have to put up with him. "I bet his ass is tight, especially for a big cock like yours."
Sebastian's eyes narrow, imagining a pattern in the wood in front of him is Elliot's face and trying to burn a hole into it with lasers from his mind.
"Mmm, don't you know it?" Kurt coos.
"Yeah. It's too bad you don't share. I think I'd like to get his ass around my cock just once so I'd know what the big deal is."
"The big deal," Kurt says pointedly, "is that he's young, he's sweet, and he's mine. I don't have to explain myself to you."
Mine.
Sebastian's heart does a strange thump-thumpthumpthump at that word.
Sebastian belongs to Kurt and Kurt doesn't share.
Mine.
Sebastian wants that tattooed on the back of his neck.
"You don't need a kid," Elliot says, dropping the volume of his voice as if he realizes Sebastian could be listening in. "You never did. You need a man."
"Don't go there, Ells. You don't know what I need," Kurt says, his tone biting and bitter.
"Really?" It becomes quiet outside the window – no hushed voices, no arguing, but a subtle noise, like a sharp intake of breath.
Sebastian knows that gasp; he feels it travel straight to his cock, making it bob, but it also makes his heart tighten.
Elliot did something – something Kurt likes, something that made him gasp with pleasure.
Sebastian suddenly feels like an idiot. Kurt doesn't share, but Sebastian has to, and with Elliot? He has an overwhelming urge to call bullshit, get up and leave.
"Come on, Kurt," Elliot says, his voice muffled with his lips pressed somewhere on Kurt's body, probably his neck, "send the pet home. Spend the day with me. I'll switch for you. Remember how hot that used to be?"
"Elliot…," Kurt moans. "That's not fair…"
Sebastian hears them kiss, and inside his head, frantically going over his options, Sebastian roars with jealousy.
"Or don't send him home," Elliot continues, his voice a mimic of that seductive slide that Kurt has perfected. "Make him stay. Make him watch."
Sebastian closes his eyes. He pictures that wannabe vampire kissing Kurt's neck and Kurt trembling, the same way he did before when he and Sebastian had sex together. Sebastian can also picture running outside and sinking his fist into Elliot's face, the rush of satisfaction at possibly breaking his nose. Sebastian doesn't like the idea of Elliot kissing Kurt, of erasing all the invisible marks he'd left on Kurt's lips.
"No, Elliot," Kurt whines, "no hickeys. I'm not going to disrespect my sub."
Elliot huffs.
"Jesus, Kurt," he says. "You're not actually considering this – taking that kid on as a sub, letting him come here, spend the night. What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"Good-bye, Elliot," Kurt says, singsong and fed-up. Sebastian hears Kurt's footsteps return up the walk to the door while another set of footsteps hurries off in the opposite direction and grows faint, replaced by the sound of a car door opening, then an engine firing. Tires squeal off into the distance and Sebastian knows that Elliot is finally gone.
Sebastian almost forgets to open his eyes right before Kurt saunters in, barefoot again, smelling of the morning chill from outside. Kurt stands in front of Sebastian but Sebastian pretends to take no notice, glaring at the floor as if he's about to launch into a full-scale fist fight with the boards in front of him.
In pretending not to notice his dom, staring at him like the plaything he was, he also doesn't notice how his fingers have curled into his knees, nails cutting into his flesh.
"So, you heard that, huh?" Kurt observes from his sub's stance. "Of course you did." Kurt turns back toward the window and curses with a sigh. "Elliot's my friend, preppy. Friends look out for each other."
"Yes, master," Sebastian says, his focus on the floor as he was commanded, keeping his opinions to himself the way he figures a good submissive would.
The chuckle he hears from Kurt's lips stings, but it doesn't surprise him.
"Oh, are you going to pout now, preppy?" Kurt asks, running his hand through Sebastian's hair, then grabbing and tugging Sebastian's head back to look in his face.
The strain on Sebastian's eyes to keep them cast down in this position is excruciating, but he wants to show he can be what Kurt wants.
He can be like Elliot.
Grinding his teeth out of anger – that he couldn't control.
"You know, you've been such a good boy," Kurt says, leaning down to talk in Sebastian's ear, "for the most part. I think maybe your next lesson is in order. And this is going to be a fun one."
Kurt pulls up hard on Sebastian's hair, his scalp screaming as he tries to figure out what his dom wants.
"On your feet, preppy," Kurt says, helping him out, "and get your ass back in my bed."
Despite the angst of the last few minutes, the thoughts of Kurt and Elliot kissing outside fueling an impulse to pummel Elliot into next week, Sebastian wants to grin. He wants to giggle like an idiot. He wants to leap in bed and let Kurt have his way, but he struggles to be obedient, struggles to not look too affected by Kurt's command.
"Yes, master," Sebastian says, getting on the bed, lying on his back, looking sedately up at the ceiling.
Kurt sheds his jeans and t-shirt, and climbs back over Sebastian's body.
"Since precious minutes of our day were wasted," Kurt says, sarcasm flying from his words, "let's get back on track with a little exercise…" Kurt reaches inside his pillowcase this time and pulls out another condom. Sebastian doesn't react, but he's quietly impressed. Kurt definitely knows how to prepare. "This morning's lesson is going to be me teaching you how to fuck me." Kurt rubs his hands together to warm them, then takes hold of Sebastian's cock, grinning when he sees his sub suppress an urge to moan. They had started this session when Kurt had Sebastian down on his knees. All of his reactions belong to Kurt now, and Kurt is ready to play. "I'm going to stay right here and you're going to do all the work. If you can make me cum, hands-free, you'll earn breakfast…and an extra special reward."
Kurt bites his lower lip when he sees Sebastian's green eyes flicker the tiniest bit.
That definitely got his sub's attention.
Kurt lets go of Sebastian's erection, picks up the condom, and tears the wrapper open.
"Let's begin."