Sebastian has a bad day at school, and his Dom does his best to help.
Set some time in the future, and meant to showcase Kurt's progression in this relationship. (Warnings for bondage and oral.)
By no means is Kurt waiting by the front door just because he knows his sub is coming over.
Nope. He's not. He has more important things to do than peek his head out the window every five minutes like a lonely Labrador, waiting for its master.
In fact, he's offended by the comparison, even if it is his own.
He does make it a point to be in the living room, sitting on the sofa, reading whatever book he's recently downloaded to his Kindle, when five o'clock rolls around. That's a good hour after the final bell tolls at Dalton. Today's Thursday. Sebastian doesn't have any after school stuff going on, so factoring in showering and grabbing a bite to eat, he should be at Kurt's house by six.
Kurt knows Sebastian's school schedule by heart, but not because he purposefully memorized it. Not at all. It just happened that way. Repetitive routine - it was only a matter of time before it became engrained in Kurt's brain. Nothing weird about that.
But even if he had consciously set Sebastian's schedule to memory, who cares? He can't help getting excited, and he refuses to feel guilty about it. He has fun with Sebastian. Sebastian's always so willing to serve, so eager to try new things. He enjoys everything Kurt does to him so fucking much, loves slipping into subspace, letting the perfectly curated walls of his school day crumble so his masochistic side (as tame as it might be) can come out to play.
Kurt used to wait until Sebastian rang the doorbell three times or more before he answered. Now, Kurt's okay with once, if he's not already standing in the doorway to supervise his sub coming up the walk – ensuring that he's following directions correctly, of course. No other reason.
Kurt hears Sebastian's Porsche pull up to the curb, that melodic hum of the engine almost as erotic as Sebastian's whimpers and moans, though the scales tip in Sebastian's favor the more Kurt gets to have him.
This time, an unexpected text message from Elliott keeps Kurt from answering the door before Sebastian presses the doorbell, which he does twice.
"Well, well, well," Kurt coos as he opens the door, "who do we have here?"
Sebastian, with his head bowed, doesn't look up, doesn't smile. He simply says, "It's a pleasure to see you, Master. May I come in?"
Kurt's smile goes crooked, and he shrugs.
"Sure," he says, stepping back. "Come on in."
Sebastian steps through the door sedately, stopping to take off his shoes and socks, and leaving them by the door, per Kurt's rule. Then he steps aside to let his Dom lead him, complying without hesitation, doing exactly what's expected. If he were any other sub, Kurt would say he was demonstrating perfect submission, a complete regard of Kurt's rules, which should be rewarded.
But Kurt knows Sebastian. This isn't submission. Sebastian's bummed, and he's covering up with this act of flawless behavior.
If Sebastian were anyone else, Kurt would let it slide, as long as his sub did as he was told. But that's not Sebastian. That's not how their dynamic works. Sebastian's different, special. That's why Kurt enjoys him so much. His snarky attitude, his blatant disregard for some of Kurt's rules while still trying so damn hard to obey them, this beautiful boy who kisses Kurt whenever he wants, as much as he wants, who'll go down on his knees for him at the drop of a hat, who craves being bitten till he cums - that's the sub that Kurt wants. That's the sub Kurt's been waiting all day for.
"Okay, okay," Kurt says as his sulking submissive follows his Master into the bedroom. Kurt grabs Sebastian's arm and pulls him over to an upright wooden chair at the end of his bed – a chair that Sebastian knows well, a relic from Kurt's Dalton days that he stole from his bedroom the day he left. Sebastian has that same exact type of chair in his bedroom. After sitting on it here in Kurt's room - using it the way Kurt does, being a victim to its cruel stringency, its unyielding nature - doing his homework in his dorm room has become very conflicting. "You've got a serious case of the mopes. Chair, preppy, and tell me what's wrong."
Sebastian sits in the familiar chair and gets into position – legs flush against the frame, hands behind the back. This chair is one of Kurt's favorite tools for subduing his sub. Considering its origins, Sebastian has yet to figure out if that's symbolic or ironic. The chair gives Kurt unfettered access to his favorite parts of Sebastian's body, exceptional ease to edge him, plus the ability to straddle him and fuck him if he decides to do so mid-stream. It also puts Sebastian in a rather attractive position for Kurt to look at while he's lying in bed – smoking, masturbating, or falling asleep, though he does that last one rarely since he enjoys having his sub sleep beside him way too much.
"It's just…school, Master," Sebastian says as Kurt ties his wrists behind his back, and then secures the long tail left of the rope to the bottom rung of the chair. "Random bull crap. No big deal."
"Yes, big deal, preppy," Kurt says, grabbing another length of rope and kneeling at Sebastian's feet. "So tell me what's going on."
"Well, Master, I have this mock internship class…"
Kurt starts wrapping the rope around Sebastian's legs one at a time, binding it around his calf to the leg of the chair and working down to his ankles. Sebastian gets caught up watching, the rhythm of Kurt wrapping his limbs soothing away a day of inane arguments and snide back-and-forth remarks - with a teacher, no less.
Kurt stops. He looks up at Sebastian's face with the hint of a smile on his lips.
"Go on."
"Okay, Master." Sebastian breathes out, staring straight ahead to not get distracted. "Well, we're doing a project where we're supposed to represent a not for profit, vying for the use of a commercial space. We had to write up a business plan, a-and..."
The sound of his zipper lowering has him stuttering to a halt.
"And?" Kurt hums, his lips close to Sebastian's crotch, heat washing over his cock and balls through the cotton of his briefs, giving Sebastian a clue as to what Kurt plans on doing next. Or not. With Kurt, he could do anything. He could divert 180 degrees, climb up on the chair, and fuck Sebastian's mouth. Kurt has a delicious habit of keeping Sebastian on his toes.
"Write up a business plan…" Sebastian backtracks a step, his head falling back when he feels Kurt spread his fly open wide. A single scissor blade slicing through his underwear barely nicks his cock, and he jumps, but he settles back into the chair when the slick metal slowly slides up and down his shaft.
Kurt loves challenging Sebastian's senses, especially with objects that he knows will set his sub's nerves on edge. He constantly pushes the boundaries of Sebastian's fear…and his faith. Kurt might actually shave him with the razor-sharp edge of these shears. That's a possibility, too. He's mentioned it before. Sebastian's not sure if he's brave enough for that, but he trusts his Dom, and that cold metal against his skin actually feels more sensual than he might have thought.
But only because Kurt's holding the handle.
"…and present it. I chose…" Sebastian moans when Kurt's soft lips and his hot, wet mouth replace the sensation of hard metal on his cock. "I ch-chose Children's Hospital…oh, God…" Sebastian sucks in when Kurt does, and holds his breath as Kurt stops around the head, lapping over it in the confines of his mouth with the flat of his tongue.
"Why Children's Hospital?" Kurt asks while the very tip of his tongue teases Sebastian's slit.
"Uh…because, I…mmm…because they need…uh…an annex. A living annex!" he blurts out when Kurt sinks over him, taking him completely. "For families…" Sebastian says in a desperate attempt to continue when Kurt gently tugs, up and down, up and down, in short sucks. "To stay with their kids…while they're getting…uh…you know…uh…care…"
Kurt sucks up slowly, chuckling when he pulls off and Sebastian whines, his sub's whole body flattening as the air rushes out of his lungs.
"That's awfully noble, preppy," Kurt says, whispering around Sebastian's erection, his lower lip, swollen from sucking, dancing against his skin. "Why'd you pick that?"
"Because I…" Sebastian's voice drifts off, his eyes roll up, and it's everything he can do to keep from bucking his hips when Kurt goes back to deep-throating him, stopping with the head of Sebastian's cock at the back of his throat and sucking ever so slightly. "I…I…I have a cousin…who needed surgery when he was four, and his folks had to stay in a hotel about five miles away."
Kurt swallows around him, and Sebastian swallows reflexively, mimicking the movement, holding on to how sublime it feels. Kurt does it one more time to feel Sebastian shudder.
"The building, uh…it's right…right across from the hospital. It would be per…fect…oh…God…"
Kurt bobs up and down steadily, stroking Sebastian with his tongue as he goes, flicking over the top and then swallowing him down to the base.
"So," Kurt says as he pulls off again, the startling contrast between Kurt's hot mouth and the chilly bedroom air shocking Sebastian from his stupor. "It sounds like you did your research. It should have been a slam dunk. What went wrong? Did you choke on the presentation?"
Between statements, as an ending mark to each question, Kurt gives Sebastian a lick that makes his cock twitch. It's not the same as being buried in Kurt's mouth, but Sebastian's always been a huge fan of Kurt's gentle little licks. This attention amidst conversation is nearly enough to make Sebastian cum.
Nearly.
But Kurt's hand around his balls, squeezing, tamps down that urge.
"He said…" Sebastian stammers. "He said he didn't find…he didn't…uh…"
"Preppy," Kurt scolds, "if you stop, I do, too."
"He said he didn't find my argument compelling," Sebastian speeds through the words so Kurt won't stop, and Kurt's chuckling against his shaft almost finishes him. "He said that he felt I didn't think it through. He doesn't believe in the sustainability of my proposal. He wants me to pick something else and do the whole thing over again."
Kurt takes Sebastian's cock halfway in his mouth and suckles, offhanded, his mind pondering elsewhere while Sebastian squirms internally for release. Kurt pulls off Sebastian's cock with a pop just as Sebastian gets close, so near to saying fuck it and cumming down Kurt's throat, dealing with the consequences later.
The blissful, painful, bruising consequences. Consequences that will probably keep him aching from denial, locked in a cage, with marks he'll need to cover up from his neck to his toes.
"Is that something I can help you with, preppy?"
Sebastian's eyes shift down to his Dom, staring up at him, face tilted thoughtfully. Anyone else, and Sebastian might scoff, but he learned a long time ago not to underestimate Kurt. And besides, could he ask for a better teacher? Kurt gets him. He knows how to explain things to him, how to help him understand. He's patient, attentive, and smart as a whip (no puns intended). He's a successful club owner who knows the practical, real-world ins and outs of owning a business.
Besides, the incentive system would be phenomenal.
"Well…" Sebastian watches with fascination as Kurt's tongue lazily swipes over the head of his cock - this strong, confident man on his knees for him such a powerful aphrodisiac. Sebastian doesn't know how he's lasted so far. "I mean…are you offering to proof my business model, Master?"
"Of course," Kurt says. "I think you have an excellent idea, and a workable angle. Maybe your execution's off. Either way, I'd love to see it."
"Then…yes," Sebastian replies, flattered by the offer. "Yes, Master. Please, I would love your input."
"Great." Kurt climbs to his knees. "Then let's finish up here," he suggests, one long finger circling the sensitive head of Sebastian's wet cock, keeping him on edge while he takes a pause to speak. "And after I get you relaxed, help you find your headspace, we can do our scene. Then we'll hole up in bed…" Kurt leans in closer, lets his lips brush Sebastian's, tongue toying, tempting Sebastian to kiss him. "And you can do everything in your power to convince me."