A/N: This is a one-shot inspired by the theme 'biting', that, in reality, would probably happen further down in the storyline, but I didn't feel like sitting on it anymore. It will give you hints as to how their relationship is progressing, and what the two of them are feeling as what both Sebastian and Kurt think will be an ending to their time together draws near.
With the tips of his fingers, Kurt carefully lifts the arm of his retro Crosley Cruiser turntable and sets it down on the vinyl 78 already spinning. Kurt owns a Bose stereo system, but something about old vinyl LPs really turns him on. The scratching of the needle on the surface before the music begins puts him in a mood. It's a prelude – something physical, a tangible sensation that CDs and mp3s don't provide. He starts at the very beginning of one of his favorite albums – Workingman's Dead - which he had been lucky enough to find in mint condition at a Salvation Army in Columbus a few years back.
The first time he got laid, it was with this album playing in the background, and he and his boyfriend barely lasted through the first song.
With any luck, this session will take up most of the tracks.
Smiling at his plan, Kurt strolls back to his bed where his sub waits, still dressed in his school uniform, arms up and out, cuffed to a metal bar resting over his shoulders, legs spread wide, his head obediently bowed. That uniform…Kurt hums when he sees it. It does things to Kurt. Brings back memories both good and bad. But on Sebastian, it makes Kurt hotter than the lit fuse to a high explosive and more than ready to explode.
With his gaze fixed downward, Kurt barely sees Sebastian's green eyes. They're heavy lidded and dark, staring at the comforter between his legs, and though he keeps his face impassive, Kurt knows. He knows Sebastian is smiling, even if it doesn't show completely on his face. It's in the subtle curve of his lips, a twitch in his cheeks, the thin creases beside his eyes. Sebastian wants Kurt. He wants Kurt however he can have him. He wants whatever Kurt is about to give him.
And if Kurt wasn't already hard as a rock, that smile – an enticing mixture of trust and excitement - would definitely push him over the edge.
"So, you agreed to try a little Sensation Play," Kurt reminds Sebastian, walking slowly up alongside the bed. "I usually do this with pins or a Wartenberg wheel, but I think I prefer the thought of having my mouth on you."
He watches Sebastian swallow, his lips parting as he takes a sharp breath in. It's as close to a moan as he's allowed to give, but it's a sign of Sebastian's willingness to be dominated, of his acceptance.
It's the fuel that kicks Kurt's ass into gear.
"Why don't we start by getting you a little less dressed? What do you say, preppy?" Kurt reaches out a hand and runs it down the length of Sebastian's leg. He starts at the top of his thigh and moves down, skirting those erogenous zones that Kurt knows about – his inner thigh, behind his knee, his calf, his ankles – and beneath Kurt's hand, he feels Sebastian tremble. Kurt starts with Sebastian's shoes, untying the laces and loosening them before he slips his leather Oxfords off, first the right, then the left, massaging the arches of Sebastian's feet before the socks follow and get tossed to the floor. He could have easily commanded Sebastian to take off his uniform, could have made a performance of it - sat on his bed with his cock in his hand, stroking slowly while his obedient sub stripped for him. But Kurt likes this just as much. Rarely does he get to take care of a sub this way.
Rarely does he get to take care of a man this way.
"Mmmm, I'm going to cover every inch of skin under this uniform," Kurt says, undoing Sebastian's tie and leaving it to hang from his neck while he unbuttons his shirt. "I'm going to play Connect-the-Dots with your freckles, put marks anywhere that doesn't show." He reaches Sebastian's slacks and pops the button, hearing Sebastian pant by his ear as he slowly lowers the zip. "You're going to feel them when you shower, when you sleep, when you sweat. So if you're ever in any doubt, you'll remember who you belong to."
Kurt hears Sebastian's voice come through barely as he breathes, and he knows his sub is itching to speak. It's only due to burning curiosity that convinces Kurt to give him the command. "Speak."
"I know who I belong to, Master," Sebastian says in a voice so desperate it curls Kurt's toes.
"Oh," Kurt says, standing abruptly and backing away, "so maybe this isn't necessary."
"No!" Sebastian's head snaps up, and he finds Kurt glaring, but with amusement. "Master, please, I…"
Kurt hushes him, walking back toward him with his hand up, fingers resting gently against his lips.
"Ooo, begging," Kurt purrs. "I love it when you beg. Do some more."
Sebastian has already started to sweat, beads of it rolling down the length of his spine, and Kurt hasn't even touched him yet.
"P-please, Master." Sebastian stutters, rushing to comply. "Please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, don't stop."
"What do you want, preppy?" Kurt teases, toying with the wool of Sebastian's slacks where it covers his cock, scraping his fingers lightly over the bugle that's begun to grow. "I need to hear exactly."
Sebastian doesn't hesitate to give Kurt what he wants.
"I want you to mark me up, Master," Sebastian says, the bar behind his neck battering the wall as he shakes. "I want…I want your mouth on me, your teeth on me, biting my skin. I want…"
Kurt puts his fingertips to Sebastian's lips to hush his rambling.
"Oh preppy," Kurt sighs, "I've wanted to mark you up good and proper since the first time you agreed to submit to me."
Sebastian doesn't respond, but Kurt swears he can feel a growl resonate low in his sub's chest. It makes his heart skip, imagining that somewhere within his gorgeous sub might lie the spirit of a dominator.
Fleetingly, Kurt wonders what being dominated by Sebastian might be like.
It's a temptation he has to snuff out quickly. It brands him with an image that is intensely hot…and terrifying.
"Normally, I'd blindfold you," Kurt remarks, climbing on the bed between Sebastian's legs, "but I kind of like you watching me. Now…" Kurt rubs his hands together. "Do I start from the top and work my way down? Or do I go down…" His eyes flick to Sebastian's cock jerking against the cotton of his briefs. "And work my way up?"
A metallic clatter draws Kurt's eyes to the bar behind Sebastian's neck. Sebastian tugs on his cuffs in a reflexive motion to get to Kurt, one that Kurt should really punish Sebastian for by making him stew in those cuffs, suffer till his cock throbs in the confines of his tight underwear. Or if he had only thought to lock Sebastian up in chastity. A nice gleaming metal cage – something with a brass padlock and teeth - on that troublesome cock of Sebastian's would look positively delicious.
Oh well. An idea for another time.
Kurt's willpower begins to buckle with the memory of so many times he's had his mouth on Sebastian's skin already. He doesn't want to wait.
"I think I'll just pick my favorite spots as I go along," he decides out loud and inches closer, gaze closing in on Sebastian's shoulder. Kurt moves aside Sebastian's jacket and shirt to reach it. He blows hot air over a spot, brushes his lips against it, then opens his mouth and bites down – close to Sebastian's neck, but not too close. Sebastian groans, clamping his teeth together hard. His body stiffens, not from pain, but from his immediate need to feel more, to have more – to touch and taste Kurt as Kurt touches and tastes him. He keeps his legs spread open when he would rather wrap them around Kurt's body and bring him close, held that way only by Kurt's command. But in the binds of obedience, the bite becomes unbearable, because every other nerve in his body starts to beg for the same abuse.
"Mmm," Kurt murmurs, pulling away and licking his lips, pleased with the bruise he's made, "that's a keeper. I really should be taking photographs."
Sebastian shudders from the lack of contact, and chuckles once at Kurt's comment, but Kurt's not about to give Sebastian time to relax. He chooses the spot over Sebastian's right nipple, opening his mouth around it and biting, but this time gentler, chewing as his tongue circles the tight bud of sensitive skin beneath it. Sebastian's body falls open, his head thrown back, his hips creeping up, searching for contact. Kurt leaves that spot quickly and moves to one under Sebastian's right arm, and this time Sebastian kicks a leg out in frustration of the sudden switch.
"No, no, no," Kurt says, climbing into Sebastian's lap and locking his sub's legs to the mattress with the weight of his body. "We can't have that. No moving, preppy. That's the rule."
Kurt returns to his work with no more words spoken, pushing aside parts of Sebastian's uniform to reveal portions of skin to sink his teeth into. And Sebastian takes it, whimpering through closed lips. He has to take it. He has no choice, but even if he did, he'd choose this. Fuck yeah, he'd choose this. Kurt moves back and forth in Sebastian's lap as he bites, rubbing the length of his erection against Sebastian's, making Sebastian restless, making him squeeze his eyes shut as much to absorb Kurt's bites as to pray for release. Sebastian wants Kurt on him, or in him, he's not picky at the moment. He just wants to be owned.
Things are slightly different now during Sebastian's weekends with Kurt. Sebastian thinks he might be getting to him. Sebastian has been unlocking new layers to this hardcore, tougher-than-nails, BDSM club owner, who has no patience for fools and takes shit from nobody.
As Sebastian feels Kurt rake blunt nails down his sides and take nips along his collarbone, his mind tries to journey to that place inside his brain that Kurt has helped him find – the one that leaves him floating, and brings him immeasurable peace. But one thought repeatedly enters his head that refuses to be swept away.
When Sebastian leaves Ohio after graduation, what's going to happen to the two of them?
When this started out, Sebastian felt they were playing around. But since this submissive side of him has been unleashed, he can't imagine shoving it back into hiding. What if this is what he wants as a permanent part of his life?
If that's true, then it's a son of a bitch, because he only wants to submit for Kurt. He can't imagine ever being this vulnerable with anyone else.
But would Kurt want to try and make this relationship between them work long distance?
Of course, Sebastian could be wrong. He could be making this up in his mind, projecting something onto their arrangement that isn't actually there, but he doesn't think that's likely.
Because the time they spend together isn't just about sex or domination. It isn't about Kurt asserting his control and Sebastian taking what Kurt dishes out.
It's become about talking.
It's become about secrets.
It's become about knowing that Kurt's favorite movie is Moulin Rouge, his favorite series is Sense8, and his favorite brand of chocolate is Original Beans Piura Porcelana 75%, which Kurt refuses to buy for himself because he thinks it's too frivolous, so Sebastian always finds a way to keep a bar on hand.
It's become about Kurt choosing Sebastian over his club on the weekends. It's become about Kurt and Sebastian being as close to exclusive as two people can get.
Sebastian knows he hasn't graduated high school yet, that he has a whole life of choices ahead of him, things to do and experience and explore – but what if this is the one choice that gets to be easy? What if this he doesn't have to think about? As corrupt and depraved as other people might make this out to be, Sebastian hasn't felt happier, hasn't felt more alive or at ease, than he does in Kurt's violet bedroom, stripped and tied, or bound and flogged.
Kurt moves lower and lower, sliding off Sebastian's lap to travel down his chest, leaving a trail of bites behind – some shallow indents, others turning red and indigo.
"Close your legs, baby," Kurt says. "I need your pants off."
Sebastian does what he's told, swallowing hard when baby slips past Kurt's lips.
Kurt yanks Sebastian's pants down, leaving them bunched at his ankles. Kurt picks a spot that he knows is sensitive to licks and kisses, the juncture of Sebastian's hip where it joins his upper thigh. He runs his tongue over it and Sebastian's whole body tenses. He goes silent, but a quick peek up and Kurt can see Sebastian's eyes shut, his jaw clenched, his wrists rolling in the cuffs that bind him to the bar.
It's the look of someone hungry for pleasure and anticipating pain.
"Open your eyes," Kurt commands, breathing against that spot, knowing the effect the heat of his mouth has on it. "Open your eyes and watch me devour you."
Sebastian's eyelids flutter open and he stares into Kurt's eyes, stares at Kurt who's staring back with a sinister grin. Kurt sinks his teeth into soft flesh and Sebastian groans. Kurt decides he likes that particular groan, so he bites again.
"Come on, preppy," Kurt says, running his tongue over the bite, "I want to hear you."
"Y-yes, Master," Sebastian moans when Kurt moves further down his legs and sucks. "Jesus fucking Christ."
"Mmm, taking the Lord's name in vain?" Kurt chuckles darkly. "Well, it sounds like things are progressing well."
Sebastian doesn't understand. He doesn't know why this feels so good. It should hurt like hell, and some of the bites do, tender and sore long after Kurt's mouth leaves them. This isn't the first time Sebastian's been bitten. One other guy's done it to him before, not to this extent and definitely not with Sebastian cuffed up. He tried to be all sexy about it – some freshman who came on a little too strong, but Sebastian fucked him anyway. What he lacked in seduction technique he made up for in flexibility. But being bitten by Kurt - this was different. Kurt wasn't amateurishly digging teeth into him. He was tasting him, gnawing on him slowly, warming him up, putting pressure in places that want pressure - that need it.
"Don't stop," Sebastian moans, the words cracking in the middle. "Please, Master. God…don't stop. Don't stop."
"You're really a glutton for punishment," Kurt kids, though he sees no reason to stop. Tasting Sebastian this way is an undeniable pleasure.
"Only from you," Sebastian says, his eyes rolling behind shut lids as Kurt returns to bite his hip. "Only if it makes you happy, Master."
Only if it makes him happy.
Kurt smiles into the next series of bites, wondering what Elliot would think if he heard that.
"You know, I could make you cum like this, preppy," Kurt mutters, his lips hovering over Sebastian's cock, nibbling at it gently through the fabric of his briefs until his body vibrates. "I bet you didn't know that, did you?" Kurt creeps the elastic waist band down, continuing on before Sebastian can answer. "But I think I'm going to do something a little more…interactive."
"Yes," Sebastian says, his voice shaking, suspecting the meaning behind the word interactive. "Yes, please."
With Sebastian's broken pleas in his ears, it takes Kurt less than a minute to undress – less than a minute for his black tank top and his jeans to hit the floor, less than a minute for Sebastian to see his Dom's naked body and almost lose it entirely, less than a minute for Kurt to find a condom and a bottle of lube, put them on his sub, and sink down over Sebastian's cock, desperate to be filled by this young man that he's claimed over and over as his own – even though he knows he won't get to keep him.
Kurt rides Sebastian merciless, holding on to the lapels of Sebastian's blazer for leverage, kissing him hard on the mouth until neither of them can breathe, not letting up for a second when he feels Sebastian surrender beneath him, when Sebastian's moans turn into whines, when every bite to Sebastian's neck and shoulders are met with a shiver and every kiss a muffled, "Yes, Kurt! God, yes!"
Lost in the intoxicating heat of Sebastian's mouth, the driving force of his sub's body as he snaps his hips up to meet his Dom, Kurt vaguely hears the metal bar slam repeatedly against the wall. From the corner of his eye, he can see Sebastian's right wrist, the skin rubbed raw and bruised by the cuffs he's trying to tear out of, or at least bend the bar behind his neck in half to reach Kurt, and for a second Kurt chuckles, not entirely sure that Sebastian can't do it.
"Hey, now," Kurt pants, kissing Sebastian's cheek but not slowing his pace. "Settle down, baby. You'll wreck the drywall."
"O-okay," Sebastian agrees, relaxing into the cuffs, melting into the wall, giving his body over completely to every one of Kurt's whims, knowing in the end that Kurt will let him cum.
The man is too far gone to resist.
"Oh my God," Kurt mutters, pressing against Sebastian's sweat-slick chest, sandwiching his cock between them. He ruts over Sebastian's abs as he feels his body stiffen, from his toes all the way up to his neck, fingers curling into Sebastian's lapel and wadding the fabric. "Oh my God…oh my God…oh my God…"
Sebastian's lips twist into a smile. He's fucked Kurt enough times by now to know that this repetitive chanting of Oh my God, oh my God means he's about done, that unless his Dom has any secret plans to be especially cruel, he's going to mess Sebastian up; he's going to ruin another Dalton uniform.
And Sebastian loves it. Sebastian loves the smell of cloves embedded in the fibers, and those stains that don't quite come out.
"Oh Go-" Kurt cuts himself off by attacking Sebastian's mouth and letting his sub kiss him, letting Sebastian's tongue caressing his be the final thing that does him in. There's no denying the strength Sebastian's kisses give to Kurt's orgasm, the fact that locked together this way makes him decadently dizzy, or that the friction against Sebastian's smooth skin mirroring the sweep of his tongue is addictive, and it drains him dry. Kurt stops moving and Sebastian bucks up, burying himself deep in his Dom's body and steals a bit of that kiss's effect for his own as he finishes, though he was pretty much done the second Kurt's lips touched his.
"Oh, God," Kurt moans, his head dropping to Sebastian's shoulder, wobbling back and forth, "I love that. And you…you just…Jesus Christ…" The blazer stretched askew, Kurt exhales onto Sebastian's skin and watches as gooseflesh sprouts there. It's so simple, such a quick reaction, to his presence, to his touch. He hasn't seen a man react that way to him in a long time.
He hasn't been this exposed to any man as he has with Sebastian since…well, in a long time.
Kurt looks down at the bite mark directly beneath his mouth. He licks over it, his tongue outlining the indentations in Sebastian's skin, and Sebastian's breathing quickens, his body quivering, his chest shaking, as if he might cum again.
And Kurt wants to make him cum. For some reason, Kurt wants to give this boy all the pleasure he can handle – and some that he can't.
Not because it comes at the end of a whip or a flogger.
But because, emotionally, it means more than what they're doing together now.
There's just so many times Kurt can dominate this kid and then pretend that what happens after – the cuddling, the sleeping together, the kissing – means nothing.
But as much as Kurt may want it, he can't give in. He can't give it to Sebastian. Kurt can't torture himself, giving all he has when he knows it's going to be taken away.
"What have I gotten into with you, preppy?" Kurt asks, sinking further into Sebastian's lap. He grabs a handful of his sub's hair and kisses him, kisses him hard, trying to find the answer for himself from the taste of Sebastian's lips. Why? Why was Kurt so infatuated with him? He's just a cocky-ass kid. Kurt lets go, throwing Sebastian's head back, almost into the wall.
"Are you…are you sorry…Master?" Sebastian asks. Kurt looks at Sebastian, at the mixture of bliss and confusion and hesitation on his face. Kurt doesn't want to add to that, but he needs to be honest. Most of all, he needs to stay in control. Kurt bites Sebastian on the lower lip for talking without permission, but even that bit of punishment earns him a low moan, and Kurt laughs. He laughs because he realizes the worst possible thing imaginable.
He and this arrogant prep school punk are made for each other.
"Not a bit," Kurt says, moving down to rest his head on Sebastian's chest, amidst the sweat and the bite marks…and the sound of his heart beat. "Not a single fucking bit."