A/N: This was written for therewasagirlwhowantedtofly prompted a one-shot with breathplay. I felt that it fit well in my Dalton Boy series. So, this puts the story a little out of order, but I hope you guys enjoy it. Warning for bondage, breathplay, age gap, sort of underage drinking, anal sex, and destruction of a Dalton uniform.
Warning: please do not try this at home! This type of breathplay, or any form of erotic asphyxiation, carries with it the risk of causing serious damage if not done correctly. Even information found on the Internet from sources that many people consider reputable are neither entirely accurate or safe, so please please please find alternative ways to play. Choking, especially using implements of any kind like belts, scarves, ties, etc. is not promoted by this author. This is a work of fiction, so simply enjoy it :)
Sebastian watches Kurt wrap his lips around the mouth of the sea green bottle in his grasp, the glowing liquid flowing into his mouth. A tiny river of it escapes the seal of his lips and runs down the side of his face, curling around his chin and dripping down his neck.
Sebastian runs his tongue over his dry lips, longing to lick those drips up.
Kurt releases the bottle and sighs, wiping up the runaway liquid with the back of his hand. Sebastian sees his opportunity disappear, and deflates into the seat beneath him.
"I…I can't believe you're torturing me like this, Master," Sebastian says, his voice shaking when Kurt fixes him with shining, slightly inebriated eyes. He responds to Sebastian's complaining by pouring a stream of the cool liquid down Sebastian's bare chest, then licking it up with the flat of his tongue.
A half an hour after they arrived at Kurt's club, done the obligatory rounds with the other Dominants and said hello to a bitter Elliott, Kurt locked them in his office, forced Sebastian into the high-backed Victorian style wing chair at his desk, and cuffed his wrists behind his back. Kurt tore Sebastian's uniform shirt open, popping every last button, then pulled it wide to leave his chest bare. (This shirt is Kurt's fifth victim this month. Fortunately, Sebastian had preemptively ordered three dozen more. Far be it for him to say no to his Dom, even if it means destroying every last uniform he has in his closet.) Kurt left Sebastian's necktie on, turning it around on his neck so that the tail of it draped over Sebastian's shoulder.
Even though they're in Kurt's club, this isn't the same as their other sessions. This is just for the two of them, but on a different level. For as strict a Dom as Kurt usually is, right now he is being uncharacteristically lenient.
It's almost like their version of a normal date, with the clear understanding that Kurt is entirely in charge.
Kurt had stripped off his shirt for Sebastian, let his sub watch with hungry eyes as he exposed his toned chest and his glorious tattoos. He perched on Sebastian's lap, opened the bottle of absinthe, and proceeded to drink down every last drop.
"Can't I have a sip, Master?" Sebastian begs in a very un-Sebastian Smythe manner. "Please?"
"You know the rules about minors drinking in my club," Kurt scolds, raising the bottle to his lips with a wicked grin. Of course, if Kurt were actually a stickler for the rules, Sebastian wouldn't be in his club to begin with. "Can't do it." Kurt chuckles darkly. "It's a shame, too, because Elliott only buys the good stuff." Kurt takes a long pull off the bottle as Sebastian stares at the smooth line of his neck while he drinks, watching his muscles work the liquid down his throat, knowing that that must be what it looks like when Kurt sucks down other things. "I think it's banned in fourteen countries." Kurt takes another long swig. He leans back too far and teeters on Sebastian's lap, giggling when he re-balances himself.
"Wow," he says, rolling his head on his neck, "I think I'm just about flying."
"Well, I wish I was flying with you, Master," Sebastian pouts. He watches his Dom drink, eyes brimming with jealousy. Kurt cares little about Sebastian's jealousy. Such is the way of teenage boys. It's the nature of the beast. It's Sebastian's need that Kurt craves. That need is always there when Sebastian trains his sinful green eyes on Kurt.
For a boy who never thought he would willingly "belong" to anyone, Sebastian sure does enjoy being owned. Sebastian's need for Kurt is raw and exciting, and it feeds Kurt's ego to no end. Kurt chews on this thought as he looks at his sub beneath him, eager to play with his willing and bound boy toy.
"I can think of a way to get you flying," Kurt says, leaning over and setting the bottle on the floor. He scoots off of Sebastian's lap and stands before him. He starts pulling off his boots, taking his time to strip for his sub. "Do you trust me, preppy?"
"Yes, Master," Sebastian says without a second's hesitation. His answer makes the grin on Kurt's face grow wide. "More than I probably should."
Kurt laughs, unzipping his jeans and peeling them down his legs.
"You don't believe that," Kurt counters, "or else you wouldn't be here."
Sebastian smiles. "You're right, Master. If I didn't trust you, I wouldn't be here."
"That's exactly what I like to hear."
Kurt doesn't seem to mind stripping naked anywhere – not that he has any reason to be self-conscious. Kurt has an incredible body and he knows it. And he knows that Sebastian likes to look at him. It's especially delicious to feel Sebastian's eyes on his skin when Sebastian is tied up - when he can't quench his desire for the touch of his fingertips sliding over Kurt's smooth skin, tracing his tattoos, toying with his nipples, or threading through the violet locks in his hair.
Sebastian wants Kurt – every second they're together and pretty much every minute that they're apart. He wants Kurt's body. He needs Kurt's dominance. He doesn't know why, and if he thinks about it too hard, sometimes it infuriates him.
So Sebastian doesn't think about it at all. He simply submits whenever Kurt lays eyes on him.
Kurt is more than ready for him, his cock incredibly hard and flushed, aching where it stands between Kurt's muscular legs.
"Now this is what we're going to do, preppy," Kurt says, bending over his sub and working at the zipper and button to Sebastian's uniform pants. "I'm going to sit in your lap and have my way with you, and we're going to have a little fun with that kinky necktie of yours."
Sebastian's eyebrows shoot straight up as Kurt frees his cock from his pants, not moving him an inch to pull his slacks down because (as Kurt has said many times before) sometimes Sebastian's cock is the only part he needs.
"You know, all you prep school boys are bred to be subs," Kurt continues without any further explanation, "with these uptight uniforms and your stringent school schedules, all of you jumping like obedient dogs at the sound of a bell…"
Kurt climbs nimbly into Sebastian's lap, reaching behind his sub to his desk for a condom and a bottle of lube.
"I like my doggy," Kurt says with a giddy laugh, freeing the condom from its gold packet and swiftly rolling it over Sebastian's cock. "So obedient, so ready for me…" He tosses the empty square into the trash and flips open the bottle. Sebastian watches Kurt squeeze a generous dollop of lube into his palm before flipping the lid shut and tossing the bottle carelessly back on his desk. Kurt warms the lube between his hands before slathering it over the length of Sebastian's erection. Sebastian fights the urge to move his hips up to meet his Dom's hands, sure that Kurt will put a full stop to whatever he has planned if he does.
Kurt loves to introduce new ways of torturing Sebastian, and Sebastian has started to love Kurt's surprises.
Kurt positions himself above Sebastian's cock, lowering himself down with a teasing shimmy while he explains his plan.
"I'm going to fuck you," Kurt says in that no-nonsense Dom tone that makes Sebastian's toes curl – the one that leaves no room for argument, "and while I do, I'm going to cut off your air supply bit…by…bit." Kurt curls a finger around the tail of Sebastian's tie, pulling it back over his shoulder and straightening it over his bare chest.
Sebastian swallows hard.
"Master?" he asks, recognizing the switch from playful torment to domination in the tone of Kurt's voice and adjusting accordingly.
"Yes, preppy?" Kurt leans in close, nibbling along the contours of Sebastian's mouth.
"Don't people…die from doing that?"
Kurt sits back abruptly and scowls. "Yeah, if you're an idiot doing it alone and you accidentally hang yourself in your closet with your belt or some shit." Suddenly, Kurt's eyes flare with an anger Sebastian did not expect. "Which is why you never, ever do this alone." Kurt jabs his finger into Sebastian's chest hard enough to make him flinch. "Not while you're jerking off, not without me. I forbid it. Do you understand?"
Kurt's conviction steals every word from Sebastian's lips, so he nods.
"Say it," Kurt commands, digging his nails into the skin of Sebastian's chest to make himself understood. "Tell me that you understand. I need to hear you say it, preppy."
"I understand, Master," Sebastian says, keeping his voice calm even with the pain of Kurt's nails burrowing into his skin to contend with.
Kurt sinks his body completely over Sebastian's cock and sighs, retracting his nails and fiddling with Sebastian's tie again.
"Good," Kurt says, returning to his mask of control. "I'm glad we understand each other." Kurt tightens the Windsor knot on Sebastian's tie, inching it up to his neck, underneath his Adam's apple. "We're going to go slow" - Kurt slides his tongue across Sebastian's lips - "and I'll ask you how you're holding up along the way. But if you need me to stop…" He reaches behind Sebastian and grabs something off his desk. When he sits back upright, he presses a small, round device into Sebastian's hand. Sebastian manipulates it blindly with his fingers. It's a smooth disk, the center of which has a button that Sebastian can feel with his thumb. Sebastian looks into Kurt's eyes and raises a questioning eyebrow.
"Give it a go," Kurt says, motioning with his chin over Sebastian's shoulder.
Sebastian finds the button with his thumb and gives it a tentative press. He doesn't have to press hard to make the disk buzz loudly.
"Shit!" he exclaims. Kurt throws his head back and laughs at Sebastian's jolt of surprise.
"I think that'll get my attention," Kurt says, returning to the kiss he had abandoned seconds before. "Don't you?"
Sebastian nods as Kurt's lips meet his. In this position, Sebastian can feel all of Kurt pressed against him – the warm skin of his chest against his own, Kurt's ass resting on his thighs, and his leaking cock rubbing against his stomach. Sebastian happily surrenders to Kurt. He can't move his hands or his wrists, can barely move his body pinned beneath Kurt's weight, but he is more than willing to acquiesce to sex for the rest of his life just this way as long as it's with his Dom.
As long as it's with Kurt.
Oh yeah, this man owns him, and Sebastian can't find a single reason in the world to mind.
Kurt pushes the knot of Sebastian's tie up, tightening it at the base of his neck until Sebastian gasps. Kurt can feel Sebastian's throat brace against the push of the knot trying to constrict his airway, so Kurt doesn't force it.
"Relax, preppy," Kurt whispers in Sebastian's ear. "Give in, and it'll feel really good."
Sebastian relaxes as best he can into the chair, trying to will the tension in his muscles to fade. Kurt pushes harder. A small thread of panic rises up within Sebastian, but then Kurt's body begins to move, and any anxiety Sebastian has over the idea of being choked dissolves beneath the snap of Kurt's hips.
The tie tightens. Sebastian feels everything change as it becomes harder to breath – the blind, dazzling euphoria of being disconnected from his body. Lights flash behind his eyes as his vision darkens, and the beautiful face of his Dom is replaced with a sea of floating stars.
"Okay," Kurt says, slowing the movement of his hips while carefully releasing the knot pressed against Sebastian's neck. Air starts to move into Sebastian's lungs again and his vision clears, but his head still throbs and spins. He whimpers as his body crashes back to earth. "Are you still with me, preppy?"
"Yes," Sebastian replies in a rough voice.
"Do you want me to do that again?" Kurt asks, a laugh shadowing his question.
"Yes, Master," Sebastian says.
Kurt captures Sebastian's mouth in a kiss that's soft as he slides their lips together, and raw in the way that Kurt bites down on Sebastian's flesh. They start out as gentle nibbles, but soon Kurt bites down like he means to devour Sebastian…and he just might. Not with his teeth, but with his whole body. He moves again, up and down, up and down, with no break in between for Sebastian to catch his breath – not that he can now that Kurt is tightening the tie again, pushing the knot further until he can hear Sebastian whine, feel his legs shake.
The euphoria returns along with faster spinning, and the lights that explode like fireworks the longer Kurt forces him to hold his breathe. The knot slips. Sebastian inhales a single breath, and the entire world shifts, tilting left and right. It feels like falling from a tremendous height with no fear of dying. He would laugh if he could, but that's trapped, too, inside his throat.
"Okay," Kurt says again, slowing his hips and releasing the knot, not as much as before, but enough for Sebastian to catch a small breath so he doesn't pass out. "You still haven't pressed the magic button," Kurt points out, sneaking his finger between Sebastian's neck and his tie, keeping the pressure on. "Are we good to keep going? I can feel your body telling me you want to cum. Is that true, preppy? Do you want to cum?"
Sebastian's head lolls back and forth. He giggles, the sound slightly manic as it pierces the fog of his hearing, partially obscured by the blood rushing in his ears.
Kurt laughs along with him, watching his sub wallow in his loopy haze.
"Is that a yes, preppy?" Kurt cups Sebastian's chin in his hand, trying to gain back his sub's attention.
"Yes, Master," Sebastian says, peering up to where Kurt's face has gone double, both images of him trying to snap back together into a single picture. "Yes, I want to cum."
"Alright, preppy," Kurt says with another chuckle. "Do you have your button?"
Sebastian presses the button. The sharp sound claps inside the room. Sebastian dissolves into a fit of giggles when Kurt jumps.
"Yup," Sebastian says, popping the p.
Kurt shakes his head, but he's dying to see Sebastian cum beneath him, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, gasping for air in that way that Kurt knows will make his orgasm feel incredible when it hits.
Kurt is less gentle this time, pushing the knot up to Sebastian's neck and putting more pressure behind it. He moves his hips faster, slamming his ass down on Sebastian's thighs harder. Sebastian arches his back and his eyelids flutter shut, his face turning red with an effort to breathe as Kurt fucks him.
But the smile on his face is undeniable.
He feels Kurt everywhere. Everywhere Kurt touches connects inside his body. His ass is wonderfully tight around Sebastian's cock, and his fingertips brushing Sebastian's neck send sparks sizzling over his skin. He feels his mind disintegrate. Every thought becomes irrational, unimportant nonsense; words - unintelligible background noise. His mind separates from reality. He feels weightless, like mist, floating above his body, heading straight into a shimmering white ball of light.
"Yes," he can hear Kurt moan. "God, yes, preppy…that's it."
Sebastian bucks his hips beneath Kurt's body, thrusting up into that all-encompassing heat that Kurt possesses. He can't feel himself moving. His muscles are pliant, rubbery, apparently with a mind of their own because Sebastian's brain has stopped working. All he has left is the animalistic feeling that he's about to cum deep inside his Dom's body, embarrassingly hard.
He might even pass out.
And that's okay. Everything is okay. Everything around Sebastian is warm fuzzies and fluffy, pillowy clouds. Even the orgasm building inside him is soft around the edges as it starts to swallow him whole.
"Oh, preppy," Sebastian hears Kurt mutter, the words sliding through his ears, barely reaching his brain, but reverberating inside his skull. "Oh, God…"
Another, different warmth erupts over his chest. It's slick and wet, covering his skin in stripes, even reaching his chin. His senses fire, random areas of his skin exploding, his entire being shooting out of his body in all directions. Sebastian groans out loud. It's a strained, guttural noise, but as the tension around his neck releases, the groan becomes a gasp.
"There we go, preppy," Kurt coos, running his fingers through Sebastian's hair as he loosens the necktie. "Breathe in slowly. Don't force it."
Sebastian starts to swallow, trying to gulp in air, but the slowly loosening necktie won't let him. His body seems to know what it's doing, and breathes in on its own, following the rhythm set by his Dom as Kurt slides the knot of the tie away from his neck.
"That's a good boy," Kurt says, reaching on his desk for a box of tissues and cleaning Sebastian's chest, except for one drop of cum that Kurt collects on his finger and slides between Sebastian's lips.
It's an occasion when Kurt will do that for Sebastian, and Sebastian savors it.
"How was that?" Kurt asks, planting bites and kisses down the side of Sebastian's neck.
"That was…" Sebastian pants, trying to find the right words in the thick hazy soup that are his thoughts at present, "incredible."
It's banal, but it'll do.
"I'm glad you thought so," Kurt says.
Sebastian grins wide as his vision clears. He can see his Dom gazing down at him with a smug, satisfied smirk on his face.
"But, I still would have liked a sip from your bottle, Master," Sebastian says with a wink.
Kurt sits straight up and slaps Sebastian, snapping Sebastian's face to the side. The slap isn't hard - just hard enough that Sebastian knows Kurt doesn't appreciate his sense of humor. Sebastian bites back a smile when Kurt pulls his face back to look at him. Kurt sees how hard Sebastian struggles to maintain his straight, obedient face, and as much as he wants to be angry, as much as he wants to discipline Sebastian for his comment, he laughs instead.
"You're a cheeky asshole, preppy," Kurt says, leaning over the chair to grab the absinthe and bringing the bottle to his lips.
"Yeah," Sebastian agrees, "but I'm your cheeky asshole, Master."
It's snarkier than Kurt likes, but in other ways so sweetly spoken that Kurt isn't angered by the sort of backhandedly superior way Sebastian calls him by his title. He tips Sebastian's head back over the back of the chair and kisses him, slowly letting his mouthful of absinthe drip past Sebastian's lips. Sebastian swallows reflexively while his tongue goes in search of more, but not more absinthe, more Kurt.Sebastian moans when Kurt's tongue enters his mouth, tasting of flowers and anise, which mixes sensually with his natural flavor, the spice of clove cigarettes, and the scent of the jasmine candles he keeps lit in his bathroom at home, their sensual odor having seeped in to his skin.
Kurt pulls away and watches Sebastian, a blissful smile on his face, licking his lips to catch the last drop, or to chase after Kurt, but so completely relaxed that he doesn't move a single inch.
"How did that taste?" Kurt asks.
"Really good, Master," Sebastian admits, drawling with the intoxication of Kurt's kiss, "but I'd have to say the absinthe is only so-so."