A/N: After Sebastian does the (mildly) unthinkable, Kurt punishes him by decorating him for Christmas.
Warning for bondage, cuffs, extremely mild choking, sensation play (heat and pricking), cock cage, cock torture, nipple clamps, and anal plug.
This is another one-shot that takes place more in the future of this series, inspired by the Hummel Holidays prompts lights, decorations, and tree.
Kurt, carrying a box overflowing with garland, ornaments, and Christmas lights, strolls blithely into his living room. If he hears any whimpering over the jingle of glass knocking against glass in the box he sets on floor, he ignores it; any shifting from discomfort on the part of his sub, arms cuffed at the wrists behind his back, calves tied to his thighs with holiday appropriate green and red ropes, kneeling on the beveled seam of the coffee table, his legs spread at an extreme angle to put the bulk of his weight on the front-inside edge of the joints, Kurt lets it slide this one time.
"You made fun of my artificial tree, preppy," Kurt says, addressing his sub with his back turned. "A tree that's been in my family for decades." Kurt unpacks various items from the box, setting them neatly on the floor. "You said I should get a real one, and you wouldn't let it go." Kurt pulls out a string of lights, which he idly untangles, working on the knots in the wire, careful not to dislodge the bulbs. "Then you made fun of my Christmas lights. I think you called them old ass Christmas lights."
Sebastian blows out through his nose, the way he does when he's about to defend himself, but he stops at opening his mouth, and Kurt smirks.
"Bad move, preppy," Kurt continues. "Nobody makes fun of my Christmas decorations and gets away with it. Nobody."
Actually, Sebastian had offered to buy Kurt new lights, and a new tree. Kurt will probably take him up on it tomorrow, not because he needs Sebastian buying him anything, but because the thought of going shopping with Sebastian for something silly, like a Christmas tree, sounds like it could be fun.
It sounds like it could be considered a date, a normal-ish one. They haven't had too many of those yet.
Maybe he can convince Sebastian to take him bowling beforehand. It's been ages since Kurt's gone bowling. He used to love going with his dad and his friends.
Does Sebastian bowl?
If he doesn't, he probably will if Kurt asks him to.
But first things first. Sebastian needs to be punished for making fun, and tormenting his sub like this is too delicious.
Kurt turns around, holding the freshly untangled light string stretched between his hands.
"Well, if you're going to make fun of my tree, then you get to be my tree." He plugs the string into an outlet on the wall, relieved when every bulb lights up. It would have been a little embarrassing if, after all Kurt's fussing, Sebastian had been right about his old ass lights. Slowly, Kurt wraps his sub in the multi-colored lights, starting at his hips. "Do you know why I like these so much? Go ahead and answer, preppy."
"I…I don't know, Master," Sebastian admits, his breath hitching as the light string tightens and travels higher, plastic tips scratching, tiny exposed metal wires from the bases of the lights pricking his skin. Kurt weaves in and out of view, walking into Sebastian's line of sight for seconds at a time, grinning that wickedly seductive grin Kurt has – the one he shares with no one but Sebastian any more.
"I like these, preppy, because they're sharp, and because they get hot, which makes them perfect for you." Kurt chuckles, dark and sinister, in that way Sebastian dreams about when he's not with his Dom, the way Sebastian craves. When Kurt chuckles like that, it opens a doorway to pain and punishment, which has become addictive, but which also ends in Sebastian's favorite form of after-care – lots of rough sex, followed by lying together in each other's arms, kissing until they fall asleep. "You know, I heard on a TV show once that there are five main aspects of torture: blunt, cold, hot, sharp, and loud. To be honest, I can think of dozens more. But I do have to admit that hot and sharp are two of my favorites." Kurt wraps the last two feet around Sebastian's neck three times to form a collar, then tucks the end in. He puts a hand over them, around Sebastian's neck, and compresses slightly. The lights aren't too hot since Kurt just plugged them in, but Sebastian feels them warming up, and that pointy something pinches like teeth.
Like a bite.
Like Kurt biting his neck, nibbling marks on his skin until he cums, and Sebastian starts to get hard. His cock swells, but something else pointed – blunt and pointed - presses there, too.
Watching Sebastian's reaction, Kurt sees his sub's cock bob, then wither, and he laughs.
"Do you like your Christmas present, preppy? I hope you don't mind that I gave it to you a little early."
Sebastian swallows hard in response, but says nothing.
"I always knew you'd look good locked in a cage" - Kurt runs his fingertips lightly over the sheath he has Sebastian's cock trapped in - "but this one in particular is a personal favorite. Do you know why I love this so much?" Kurt asks, but it's a rhetorical question. "Well, one, because it makes your dick look fabulous, tucked inside that clear silicone, behaving like the good little boy you are" – Kurt squeezes Sebastian's cheeks, then gives him a slap – "but best of all, it's got these seventeen little spikes around the inside to keep your guy still, and when I want, I can give it a squeeze…" Kurt wraps his hand around Sebastian's stunted shaft and squeezes. The spikes dig in, more than before, and Sebastian reflexively hisses. "That's a taste of what it's gonna feel like when you fuck me wearing that thing, preppy," Kurt whispers, bending over to tease Sebastian's ear with his tongue, forcing his sub's cock to get hard. "Can you imagine my ass squeezing around you, digging those spikes into your dick? I know you'll enjoy it, Sebastian. You have a thing for pain. That's why you're with me, right? That's why you come back for more and more and more…" Kurt squeezes and strokes, squeezes and strokes, and Sebastian bites his teeth together, trying not to whimper.
Trying not to moan.
Kurt gives one last squeeze before he lets go and returns to his work. He takes his time with the rest of his decorating, not saying much while he hangs ball ornaments off the ropes around Sebastian's thighs, ties red velvet ribbons around Sebastian's biceps, and clips tiny metal partridges on clamps to his nipples. Kurt hangs a golf-ball sized bell, tied to a silky red cord, to the base of Sebastian's cage, to warn Kurt whenever his sub tries to find relief for his member. Kurt tops it off with an angel on Sebastian's head - a beautiful papier mache angel, dressed in a flowing white gown, with fluffy wings, and a proper golden halo. It'll help keep Sebastian immobile, since he'll have to concentrate hard to keep the bell on his cock from ringing and the angel balanced.
Kurt backs up to get a good look at his centerpiece.
"I feel like something's missing," Kurt remarks, looking Sebastian up and down, staring into his eyes, searching for any hint of defiance, of embarrassment, of arousal – the three things Kurt can always draw out of Sebastian that makes dominating him such a thrill. "Oh" – Kurt snaps in a Eureka! type fashion – "I think I know." He reaches into his jeans – his tight, tight jeans – and pulls out a red metal plug with a rhinestone base, bigger than the ones Kurt's used on him so far.
"This is another present," Kurt comments as he walks back to his sub. "Man, you're really raking them in today, aren't you?" Kurt sees a smile fight to tug up the corner of Sebastian's lips, but his sub manages to kill it before it can grow. "And it looks like I'm treating you too well" – Kurt pulls out his trusty bottle of lube and slicks the plug up, rounding behind his sub to insert his new toy – "because I think you might be enjoying yourself a little too much here." Sebastian tenses when the tip of the plug breaches his entrance, but relaxes completely when Kurt slides it in, pushing gingerly, then twisting to seat it where it will get close to where Sebastian wants it, but not near enough. Still, Sebastian melts, throwing his head back and almost dislodging the angel from his head.
"No, no, no," Kurt scolds, giving the base a few quick flicks, and the partridge clamps on his nipples a firm tug to get Sebastian in line, "none of that. If you're a good Christmas tree, we can play with that later." Kurt puts a hand on Sebastian's ass, palming his cheek, massaging gently, then digs his nails in. He runs the tip of his tongue underneath Sebastian's jaw, over his pulse, feeling it stutter at his touch. A little suck in that same spot rewards him with the start of a moan, then a harsh hiss as the prickly cock cage does its job.
"Now, I'm going to leave you here for a mo', preppy," Kurt says, strolling toward the front door, "but I'll be back really soon."
"Wh-where are you going, Master?" Sebastian asks, trembling at the thought that he shouldn't speak, and if he does, Kurt might come back over and give his throbbing cock another squeeze.
Kurt is using the cock cage to train Sebastian. Cumming from a few squeezes might be considered a step back.
"I'm just going outside for a smoke, and to invite a few friends over." Kurt shows Sebastian his phone and throws him a wink. "You're too festive a sight not to share."