Sebastian mentally pats himself on the back for his ability to become hard again so soon but in truth he's relived. He doesn't want to think how humiliating it would have been to lie there flaccid with his hot dom straddling him, trying to teach him how to fuck. That's a lesson he would have failed spectacularly. Of course, Kurt probably has a remedy in his dom-ing repertoire for such an occasion, and even though the images that spring to Sebastian's mind are daunting, Sebastian is eager to discover what that cure entails.

Kurt rolls the condom down Sebastian's cock, which starts bobbing at the mere thought of Kurt's touch. Kurt's lips quirk at the corners watching this response from Sebastian's body. Sebastian can see Kurt thinking, his dom's eyes narrowing and going distant. Sebastian wants to know where Kurt travels to in his thoughts - and if Sebastian is there with him – but he doesn't dare ask. He hopes someday Kurt might be willing to tell him what goes on behind his blue eyes when he stares at Sebastian this way, what he's thinking when he looks at his sub.

Sebastian wants a level of intimacy from Kurt that he's never wanted from any other man, and it's maddening. Sebastian entered into this arrangement wanting Kurt's sex, his body, and his domination.

But now he's developing a crush – a serious one.

Kurt coats Sebastian's cock in lube, stroking a couple of times to get Sebastian as hard as possible before they begin. Sebastian knows that Kurt has a gaping hole from this morning, and when he slides smoothly over Sebastian's length – slick but amazingly tight – Sebastian wants to groan, drowning in the delicious agony of it. He keeps his lips sealed tight, lifting his hips up to meet his dom, who rides Sebastian's body down and pins him to the mattress.

Kurt is a people watcher, which makes his club, in many ways, an ideal environment for him. He spends a lot of time watching his patrons – doms, subs, switches, slaves - all interacting, talking, grabbing drinks, starting sessions. He likes watching Sebastian, searching out his every reaction, no matter how hard Sebastian tries to hide them – the quiver and curl of his upper lip, the twitch in his cheeks, his eyes changing in hue from moss green to forest, absorbing all the light into the subtle crescents of gold that outline his pupils.

Kurt knows another man whose eyes turn into rings of gold when he gets turned on, when he wants Kurt, when he looks at Kurt the way Sebastian does now, begging to have him.

"Okay," Kurt says, his own eyes widening at the pupils, pushing aside any hint of blue. Kurt clearly enjoys this - having Sebastian beneath him, giving him orders, teaching his sub how to please him. "Now, have at it. Let me see what you've got."

Sebastian blanches.

He didn't think Kurt would come out with it bluntly like that. He thought when Kurt said lesson that there would be more teaching involved. Sebastian Smythe isn't familiar with the concept of performance anxiety – not in the bedroom, not anywhere. With being captain of the lacrosse team, co-captain of the debate team and model U.N., a member of Future Businessmen of America, and a Warbler, having eyes on him comes with the territory. But now, with Kurt's expectant gaze glued to Sebastian's face, laugh lines crinkling at the corners of his eyes, the stress of being called upon to perform pummeled him full force, leaving him paralyzed, unable to move. If his cock hadn't been shoved deep into Kurt's hungry hole, Sebastian would have probably gone limp.

"I'm waiting, preppy," Kurt says, the laugh lines staying but the hard quality of his gaze amp-ing up.

"I…"

The word is a mistake, a slip of the tongue that Sebastian couldn't stop, and Kurt punishes him for it, slapping Sebastian hard enough to send his face flying to one side, but not hard enough to sting too much or leave too red a mark.

"Nu-uh," Kurt says, waggling his finger, "I don't recall giving you permission to speak." Kurt sits up straighter, squeezing tighter around Sebastian's cock, making the urge to moan burn in Sebastian's throat. "This is a lesson, preppy. I teach…" Kurt points to himself, sporting a smug grin, knowing the torture he's putting Sebastian through, "you learn…" He points at Sebastian, digging his fingernail into Sebastian's chest, into the skin above his sternum. "But I can't improve on what you've already got if I don't see what you can do. Now, move."

Sebastian doesn't speak - he learned that lesson and he intends to follow it – but he raises an eyebrow in question and Kurt's return grin shows that he understands.

"This morning doesn't really count, does it?" Kurt asks with a wave of his hand. "I mean, for one, you were asleep for most of it, and to be fair, I was doing the majority of the work."

Sebastian shrugs, his lips twitching as he keeps from smiling, and Kurt laughs, figuring out the reason why.

Loophole. Sebastian found a loophole to the no speaking without permission rule.

"You are quite the little prick, do you know that? Jesus Christ," Kurt groans in frustration, tilting his face to the ceiling to keep Sebastian from noticing the way his smile changes, becomes bashful (something Kurt isn't too often), his skin flushing. Kurt blows out a long breath. Maybe Elliot is right. Maybe this is a mistake. Sebastian has definitely gotten to Kurt – no doubt – and not only for the reasons Elliot suspects.

Sebastian happens to be fun, confident, a bit of a smart-ass (which has always been one of Kurt's weaknesses); yes, he's gorgeous, too, but aside from that, Sebastian makes Kurt feel young. He reminds Kurt that he's human. Technically Sebastian agreed to come to Kurt's house to be his sub, but it's so much fun just fucking him, not necessarily hardcore dominating. Sebastian needs discipline, but he doesn't really need domination the way other people who identify as subs do. Kurt can see himself hanging out with Sebastian – watching movies, going clubbing (at a place other than his), grabbing a burger.

But Kurt has to face facts. Sebastian has his whole life ahead of him, and this thing that they have only has the potential of lasting until Sebastian goes off to college, someplace Ivy League, no doubt. There's no way a trust fund baby would stay in Ohio after graduation. It's Ohio, for fuck's sake. Sebastian would have to be brain dead to stick around. And what the fuck would he stick around for? The frigid winters? The raging homophobes? Cow tipping?

Kurt?

No. Kurt needs to remember to keep his mind right, have his fun, and don't be too broken up when Sebastian gets tired of him and leaves.

The smart ones always do.

Kurt brings his flittering attention back to his sub, thinking of Sebastian only as his sub from here on out, not reacting to the inscrutable but cocky expression on his sub's handsome face.

"Still waiting…" Kurt teases, rising on his knees until just the head of Sebastian's cock remains in his entrance.

Sebastian doesn't know what exactly to do, what special move he's supposed to perform. Sex is just in and out for him – friction with a warm body until he cums. He's not a romantic. He doesn't hold out hope that sex will be different with his "one true love" or something like that. But without the complication of love entering into things, this morning with Kurt was different. It was better. Sebastian hadn't ever questioned his own prowess, but he doesn't know how to do what Kurt does to make sex feel the way he can. Sebastian supposes experience has something to do with it, but he thought he had enough of that.

Obviously not.

Kurt told Sebastian to have at it, which would normally mean that he wants Sebastian to take control, but Sebastian doesn't really have any control. He can't with Kurt. Their dynamic tips in Kurt's favor. Sebastian doesn't want to look like a fumbling virgin; he's far from a virgin. He panics, lifting his hips off the bed and slamming too quickly into Kurt's body, nearly knocking him forward.

"Shit!" Kurt exclaims, righting himself. As Sebastian's ass falls back down on the bed, Kurt places his palms flat on Sebastian's chest to keep from falling to the side. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Kurt's stern expression lasts exactly seven seconds before he bursts out laughing. "That's it, preppy?" he asks through throaty chuckles. "That's your killer technique?" Kurt shakes his head. "Well, you have some power behind those hips, I'll give you that. But not much finesse." Kurt moves slowly above Sebastian's body, taking Sebastian with shallow thrusts, only letting him go deep enough to keep his hard-on from deflating along with his wounded ego. "I expect to be fucked on command, preppy – any time I ask, anywhere I ask. That could be this bedroom, the kitchen, my couch, my club…" Kurt's mouth twinges at the corners. "Your car."

Sebastian's embarrassed expression goes dark with the renewed lust of wanting to fuck or be fucked by Kurt in his Porsche.

"Mmm," Kurt says, lowering down further with every move of his hips and his ass till he's sitting on Sebastian flush, "I thought that would get your attention. So, why don't you try that again?" Kurt rises back up on his knees, moving his hips in circles, teasing Sebastian's cock at the head.

It's a decadent feeling, one he wants to lie back and relish, but Sebastian obeys, trying to move again in much the same way as he did before, only slower, raising his hips, fighting against the burn in his thighs, intent solely on burying his cock completely into Kurt's heat. When Sebastian returns to the mattress, Kurt manages to look somehow less impressed than before.

Sebastian rolls his eyes and tries again, but Kurt puts a hand to his stomach, stopping him.

"Sweetheart," Kurt says, amused yet serious, "having sex or making love, it's like a dance. Do you dance, preppy?"

Sebastian opens his mouth and then closes it, nodding his acknowledgment instead.

"Good boy," Kurt says, running his fingers down Sebastian's abs, reaching back a ways to stroke his muscular thighs. "I bet you do. We're partners. We move together but one man leads. This time around you lead and I'll follow. Does that make sense?"

It does make sense – perfect sense - but Kurt's words have Sebastian picturing his dom in a proper three-piece suit, Armani maybe, locked in his embrace, taking a turn around a dance floor. It interests Sebastian that such an image would leap to mind, seeing as formal dances of any kind – homecoming, prom, whatnot - weren't really his thing.

But this is an image he can live with.

Fuck me… he thinks, blinking his eyes a few times to wipe it away.

Kurt tilts his head and watches Sebastian's bizarre response.

"Okaaaay," Kurt says, "show me a body roll."

Sebastian actually has to stop and think, not because he hasn't done a body roll a thousand times, but doing one lying on his back with Kurt poised above his cock is a whole different story. He wants to do this right. He wants to make Kurt cum. He wants to show Kurt that he can perform the way his dom wants him to, that he's more than some cute kid - the thought of Elliot saying those exact words showing up to haunt him at this wholly inopportune time.

Sebastian wants to earn his reward.

He tries not to think this move through, decides to just feel it, to let his body do what he knows it can do, but what his body comes up with, regrettably, turns out to be pathetic and sad.

"You call that a body roll?" Kurt blurts out with a good-natured chuckle. "I think you can do better than that." He slaps Sebastian's abs with the flat of his hand. "Try again, preppy." Kurt watches Sebastian's face flush red as he tries to repeat the same move again, only not, chewing on his lower lip like a tasteless wad of chewing gum, gnawing it raw. After a few seconds of contemplation, he starts to move, but his face tightens, looking as if he's failed before he's even tried.

"Here, preppy," Kurt says, taking pity on him. "Watch me for a second." Kurt lowers himself onto Sebastian's cock. He raises his arms over his head, lengthening his back, tightening every muscle in his body, and performs the move, starting at his shoulders and rolling down his body. Kurt's body tightens around Sebastian and pulls, rising and falling with exquisite tension. This time, Sebastian moans out loud, not caring about the consequences. He doesn't think Kurt would cut him off completely just for moaning, but it doesn't matter, as the sound gets lost in Kurt's moan, the glorious sound an inspiration for Sebastian.

He needs to make Kurt repeat that sound.

"Do you think you can do that?" Kurt asks, arms lowering, fingertips toying with Sebastian's nipples in continuous circles before Kurt bends over and sucks one into his mouth, his tongue taking over where his fingertips leave off. Sebastian's back arches, his body instinctually chasing Kurt's mouth, not wanting him to stop. He curls up to follow when he feels Kurt's mouth start to leave him, trying to bring him back, but the sound of Kurt moaning sharply bounces off his skin and fills his brain.

"That's it," Kurt sighs. "That was…do that again…"

Sebastian scrambles to remember what exactly he did, to make his body repeat what he didn't consciously realize he'd accomplished.

Come on, come on, come on… he repeats to himself, praying that whatever perfection he managed to pull out of nowhere would revisit him. Kurt latches over his nipple again, swirling over it with the tip of his tongue, sliding the flat of it back and forth, back and forth, send rings of sensation spiraling through Sebastian's chest, down his abs, into his cock, which suffered slowly in the sheath of Kurt's remarkable ass.

Sebastian's reaction to the touch of Kurt's tongue is beyond his control, but this time he pays better attention to how he moves when Kurt licks him, how his muscles contract to follow Kurt's tongue, how his hips mimic that movement. He doesn't' think what he does can qualify as a body roll, but whatever it is entices that wicked sound from Kurt's throat.

"Yes," he whines, sitting up straight. "Again, preppy. Do that again."

"Yes, master," Sebastian says, repeating the move, finding it harder this way with Kurt's redistribution in weight, but managing it, feeling the head of his cock hit the spot he'd been looking for early – the spot that makes Kurt's eyes fly open and his nails rake down Sebastian's chest.

"God, preppy!" he cries, his entire body clenching. "I didn't…I didn't think you'd get it that fast."

Sebastian lets his body take over, putting more power behind the next thrust, hitting the same spot over and over, pounding into his dom's body, grinning when Kurt's eyes roll up.

"Oh my God," Kurt moans, head thrown back, riding his sub's hips while tremors erupt throughout his body. When he looks back at Sebastian, Kurt's gaze becomes glassy. "That's it. That's the spot. God…don't stop…don't stop…" Kurt repeats like a chorus. He grabs his leaking cock and starts to pump, arms shaking, muscle spasms breaking out all over, preparing to blow his load. Sebastian pounds harder, drives his cock into Kurt's ass deeper, managing to brush that spot while immersing himself completely in Kurt's heat.

"Open up, baby," Kurt commands, voice breathy, reaching out his unoccupied hand to tap Sebastian's lips with his fingertips. "Open your pretty mouth for me." Sebastian opens his mouth just as Kurt shoots cum up his chest, hitting Sebastian's neck and chin. Sebastian leans up as best he can, fighting against his overworked abs, which convulse with the onset of his own orgasm, to catch Kurt's cum in his mouth.

Kurt leans over him, his mouth sucking at his lip, licking up the mess, arms wrapped around him, riding him harder, helping Sebastian through his own orgasm. Kurt kisses his neck, sucking, biting, and Sebastian locks his jaw to keep from screaming.

"Come on, baby," Kurt whispers. "I know you're close. Show me how much you want it."

It's an unexpected move when Kurt flips them over, and Sebastian, without any warning, finds himself on top of Kurt, still pounding, still forcing himself into Kurt's willing body, muscles so exhausted that Sebastian is ready to collapse, but he needs this. He needs to cum.

He almost cums the second Kurt is on his back, legs winding around Sebastian's waist, pushing at his ass with his joined ankles.

In what has become true Kurt fashion, everything changes, and he kisses Sebastian softly, tongue tracing over his lips as Sebastian cums, moans caged in Kurt's mouth while he continues to kiss him, fingers carding through his hair sensually, light scratches replacing rougher ones. Then, when Sebastian's knees start to slide and his legs begin to give out, Kurt pulls Sebastian on top of him.

"Don't move," Kurt whispers when Sebastian makes to roll off of him. Lying like this on Kurt's body, Sebastian can feel him breathe, can feel Kurt's heart beat straight into his chest. Sebastian listens to his body as he lays there, doing what feels right, and starts a trail of light kisses down the column of Kurt's neck, encouraged when Kurt moves his head to give him more room. Sebastian stops at the hollow and laps gently, feeling Kurt hum beneath his lips.

Kurt swallows hard.

He would never let a sub touch him like this – ever.

He's indulging. Why the fuck not? He's not hurting anyone but himself. Pain happens to be his business, and with this beautiful boy on him, stirring up feelings he hasn't had in nearly a decade, business is good. It's something he can keep with him, let grow like a crown of thorns around his heart, like a bezoar in his stomach. It will harden him against any other snarky or doe-eyed teenagers that might show up at his club.

Kurt begins to imagine what the tattoo he'll dedicate to Sebastian will look like, and where on his body he's going to put it.

"The bottom drawer of the dresser is yours…for now," Kurt says, cursing the way his voice shakes as Sebastian starts to suck a mark into his skin. Kurt should stop him. He should really stop him, but his hand holds Sebastian's head closer, urging him to suck harder. "Stay the fuck out of my closet."

"Yes, master," Sebastian says. He doesn't laugh out loud, but Kurt can feel it in the way his breath puffs out against his neck. Sebastian moves down an inch and starts on another mark.

"Just so you know, we're going to the club tonight," Kurt continues, reaching down to adjust the position of his half-hard cock sandwiched between them. Fuck it if he doesn't want to go again.

"As you wish, master," Sebastian says, stopping for a breath, but Kurt pulls him back, and Sebastian chuckles into mark number three.

"It's…uh…it's baby and littles night, so you'll have to dress up," Kurt continues, having a harder time keeping his voice steady as Sebastian's tongue swipes over a sensitive area of skin. Sebastian feels the shiver, the goose bumps that form, and he attacks that spot. Kurt moans, rutting against Sebastian's stomach, but his own mention of his club brings Kurt rocketing back to earth, and he pushes Sebastian away.

What will the other doms say when they see these marks? What will Elliot say? He can't wear a collar, not tonight. Thank God for Kat Von D. He's going to need a shitload of cover-up to fix this before tonight.

"Stop, preppy," Kurt says, squirming away from Sebastian's mouth, turning the two of them onto their sides and pulling reluctantly off of his sub's cock. "You're going to make me look like a fucking leper."

Sebastian knows Kurt doesn't want him to stop, but he backs off anyway and gives Kurt his space. Kurt fusses with the condom coming loose from Sebastian's cock, slipping this one off and tying it so it doesn't leak and further ruin his sheets. He turns to toss it in the trash, and when he turns back, he sees the hint of retreating hurt and confusion in Sebastian's face. Kurt rolls his eyes. How did he end up with such an inquisitive sub?

Kurt shudders internally at all the rules he allows Sebastian to bend.

"I know you have a whole basketful of questions," Kurt says, "so out with them. You have my permission to ask away. But just so you know, I don't have to answer dick it I don't want to."

Sebastian nods.

Kurt thinks he knows what Sebastian is going to ask.

He ends up being way off the mark.

"Does your dad know…you know…what you do for a living?" Sebastian asks with none of his usual bravado.

Kurt's laugh sounds like an indecisive hiccup. The question, "Why do you care?" lingers on his tongue - his gut reaction to anything that hits too close to home. Kurt almost doesn't answer. He decides it's an innocent enough question though. He doesn't need to be a hard ass, especially when they're in each other's arms like this, and he's busy enjoying the feeling of Sebastian's skin against his.

"Yeah," Kurt says, not shirking the question. "Yeah, he does."

"Has he ever been to your club?"

"Nah," Kurt says, looking down at his fingers on Sebastian's chest instead of into his sub's all-too perceptive eyes. "It's not exactly his scene."

"But he has no objections?"

Kurt shrugs. Between the arguments about whether or not Kurt would be able to break even, not to mention make a profit, and the discussions over what would your mother say, Kurt never thought to ask. He just assumed his dad hated it.

"He's not the biggest fan. He thinks I missed my calling."

"Your calling?" Sebastian asks, wrinkling his nose. "What was that?"

Kurt looks at Sebastian, seeing only honest curiosity in his eyes, but Kurt's not ready for this. Not yet.

"You know, I think that's enough questions from you today, preppy."

"But…"

"I can't tell you everything in one day," Kurt reasons, keeping the mood light by lowering a hand to Sebastian's ass cheek and giving it a squeeze. "Then there would be no mystery. I wouldn't want to bore you or anything."

Sebastian tightens his lips and drops his eyes. He's not going to win this battle. Kurt is too strong-willed.

"Hey, I'm not prying into your daddy issues," Kurt says, shoving Sebastian at the shoulder.

Sebastian scoffs.

"I don't have any daddy issues, master," Sebastian sneers.

"Oh, please, preppy," Kurt responds with a high-pitched laugh. "You have daddy issues written all over you."

"Whatevs," Sebastian grumbles, but Kurt's raised eyebrow keeps him from continuing. "Uh, do you want me to wear my school uniform then, master?"

"Tempting…" Kurt rolls off the bed and heads to his closet, sliding the door open and rummaging around through the row of clothes. With the door open wider this time, Sebastian can see Kurt's selection of outfits - mostly dark jeans, various leather items, torn up shirts, but some items further back behind a small army of zippered white suit bags look like they might be designer, "but I have something even better in mind, if I can find it…ah!"

Kurt pulls out a hanger with a khaki shirt and olive shorts hanging off it, complete with a sash covered in colorfully embroidered patches.

Sebastian chuckles as Kurt holds the uniform proudly aloft.

"You were a Boy Scout, master?" Sebastian asks.

"Would that be so hard to believe, preppy?" Kurt asks, sounding deeply offended. Sebastian's next chuckle dies a quick death at the scowl on Kurt's face.

"No, master," Sebastian says, his smile dying along with his laugh. "Not at all, master. I just meant…"

Kurt snickers while Sebastian stumbles over the commentary lodging like a foot firmly in his mouth.

"Don't sweat it, preppy," Kurt says, laying the uniform at the end of the bed, tugging on the hem of the shirt to smooth out the wrinkles. "No, I wasn't a Boy Scout. I refuse to join any organization that would have me as a member. Though, I personally don't think they'd take me even if I wanted to join." Kurt crawls back up the mattress to lie beside his sub. "No," he explains, fingertips following the scratches on Sebastian's chest, "I bought this at a thrift store. I think it'll fit you, but if it's a little tight, well, then that's even better." Kurt's eyes, still blown in their centers and full of that enticing raw need that seemed to become a permanent resident in the last few hours, meet Sebastian's, locking on and holding tight. "But before we do that, I think I remember saying something about a reward." He takes Sebastian's bottom lip between his teeth and bites down, not too hard, tugging lightly. "I think," he says, switching to kisses, traveling down Sebastian's chin, "that you've earned it."