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"I want you to hurt me."
Sam utters the words as casually as one would talk about the weather. It's Sunday morning and Sam and Sebastian are making breakfast in their pyjamas, all the way in their 9th floor apartment in Zuzu city. Seb has to pause buttering his toast and take a minute to compose himself. He leans with both hands gripping the counter, his long black hair hangs over his eyes.
"What?"
Sam smiles at him, too sweetly for the words that just came out of his mouth. His toothy lopsided grin fills Sebastian's stomach with butterflies. His hair is flat from his pillow, and he's still got that sleepy just-woken-up look in his eyes that makes Seb hate mornings a little less.
And yet this ball of sunshine continues— "I want you to hurt me. During sex. And I want you to keep going, even after I say stop," he says, "I-I've been reading about it online, it's called consensual non-consent."
The words cause Sebastian to choke on his coffee. It's not that it's completely unexpected, their sex life is far from vanilla. They've gotten pretty rough before, and he can't deny he loves the thrill from having Sam writhing under him, submissive and desperate. A million thoughts run through his mind as he stares into his boyfriend's blue-green eyes. Sam's blushing now, looking a little bashful as Seb considers it. He wants to give him everything— but this, this could be dangerous.
Sebastian has to clear his throat before he can speak. It still comes out rough and nervous. "What- What makes you think you'd be into that?"
Sam looks out the window as he answers, he can feel Seb's gaze fixated on him. "Well, y'know I like when you're dominant in bed," he laughs, pausing for a second. "And I just stumbled upon it by accident but the more I read about it the more interested I got. About you doing it to me. And now I can't stop thinking about it."
Seb's cock twitches in his pyjamas. He needs to think straight right now, but all he can think of is Sam. Sam touching himself thinking about getting used. Sam bouncing on his cock, dumb and hard and overstimulated. Sam with his eyes squeezed shut, tears threatening to spill, jaw slack and mouth half open.
Sam. Sam. Sam.
Finally, he finds some words. "You know this is a big deal, it's not like other stuff we've done," he sighs, hugging his coffee mug closer.
Sam nods. His eyes light up now that Seb's considering it. "I trust you completely," he says.
The sight of the blond looking up at him with enamoured eyes makes Seb's heart skip a beat. He chuckles, setting the coffee down and pressing himself against him, hugging him from behind.
"Is that a yes?" Sam asks. And Sebastian curses because he knows he'll give him whatever he wants, but also because this is affecting him in ways he doesn't think it should.
"Yes. But we gotta keep the safe word," he groans into Sam's neck, inhaling the scent of his shampoo. "And you have to let me give you proper aftercare after. None of that getting too impatient bullshit."
Sam giggles and nods his head. "Deal," he says, turning his head for a kiss.
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For two weeks Sam tortures Sebastian. He wears his most provocative outfits, his tightest jeans, gets drunk and high and grinds against him while begging him to use him. And dammit if he doesn't look enticing with those big innocent eyes. Seb knows what he's doing, of course, but the blond really knows how to get under his skin.
It's a Saturday evening when Sebastian snaps.
"I'm going to head out and grab some parts to work on my bike," he had told Sam that morning as he got dressed. The blond nodded, still tucked away in bed.
"Penny's visiting this afternoon," the other man replied.
Ugh. Penny.
Goody-two-shoes, perfect Penny. Maybe Sebastian was a little unfair to her, she had a tough life at home after all, but she had always rubbed him the wrong way. It always seemed like she was trying to tame Sam, to make him milder, make him settle, put out the fire Sebastian loves so much. Plus it was clear she disapproved of their relationship. "He smokes! And drives a motorcycle!" He had once overheard her warn Sam when what they had was little more than a crush. Sam, ever the idiot, just grinned widely at her and replied: "I know, isn't he cool?"
Sebastian chuckles as he contemplates all this on his way back home. He knows he's being stupid, Sam is so in love with him sometimes it makes him want to believe in a God. He shakes his head as he turns the keys and enters the apartment, already thinking of how he's going to bend the blond over and—
Immediately his blood feels like it's boiling. As he steps in the apartment he comes face to face with Sam and Penny sitting across each other, palms pressed together.
"Wow, your hands are so big," she exclaims, and Seb thinks she might as well be fucking his boyfriend. "Oh. Hi Seb," she says when she notices him, dropping her hand, almost disappointed.
Sam gives him a teasing smile from where he's sitting. That fucker. He knows what he's doing.
"Hey." Seb is clenching his fists by his sides, but he's not letting things go that easily. He walks over to where they're sitting, and wraps his arms around Sam's shoulder, just a little too tightly. Penny shifts in her seat. "What are you guys up to?" He tries to sound casual but he knows he's failing.
"Actually I was just leaving," the redhead replies, gathering her purse. "It was good to catch up," she utters as she hurriedly heads towards the door. "See you later."
Sam follows her to let her out. "It was good to see you, say hi to Vincent for me please! Tell him I said not to give you too much trouble."
As soon as Sam presses the door shut behind her, he finds himself shoved against it. His chest beats fast against the hardness of the wood. "Seb, what are you-?"
"Shut up," the raven haired man retorts, pinning his wrists up above him. His body feels like it's on fire. "Your hands are so big," he says in a mocking tone, getting a grip on Sam's hair and pulling so he's forced to look at his eyes. "You wanna fuck around, Sammy, it's time to find out."
Sam looks fucking high off arousal already, twisting his body to grin up at him stupidly. His eyes glimmer with excitement and a hint of nervousness. Seb traces a hand down his torso to confirm what he already knows. "Hard already? You're such a whore. Trying to make me jealous. Guess I gotta teach you a lesson." He palms Sam through his jeans and undoes the button, making him shiver.
"God, yes please Seb. I've been bad, I need to be punished."
"Punished?" Sebastian laughs. "No, baby, I'm going to fucking ruin you."
Sam's breath hitches and he squeezes his eyes shut. He's still smirking, and all Seb can think about is how he's going to wipe that off his face. Seb's hand wraps around his neck, he can feel him swallow hard under his touch.
Good.
He tugs his shirt off, running slender fingers over Sam's toned chest, enjoying the warmth of his skin. And Sam lets him, shivering with anticipation. His brain feels like static, and it's fucking euphoric.
"Seb, please."
"Get on your knees."
The blond kneels immediately, turning around and making eye contact as he sinks to the ground. It's pornographic. Sebastian can see the submission in his eyes, that expectant hazy look his boyfriend gets when he's high off arousal, drunk on cock. But tonight isn't about making him feel good, tonight is about taking.
Almost immediately Seb is pushing down on his head, his pants around his knees and a silent cry leaving his lips as he feels Sam's warm lips around his member. Sam lets his mouth be dragged on and off Sebastian's length, swirling his tongue and hollowing his cheeks in the way he knows drives him crazy. Only muffled cries escape Sebastian's lips as he bottoms out in Sam's throat. He loves it. All of it. The way tears form in the corner of his eyes, the choking gags that are starting to come as Seb speeds up, the way he keeps trying to go deeper and deeper, just to please him. Letting Seb use him like a fleshlight.
"Goddamnit Sammy, you're so. Fucking. Pretty." Seb tightens his grip on his hair, nails scraping against his scalp. The thrusts are getting deeper and more sporadic, and Sam can only moan and drool around his cock, new tears forming on thick eyelashes as he waits for Seb's release. He's left coughing and whining in protest as Seb pushes him off, a lewd string of spit keeping them connected. "Not yet," He laughs cruelly. "This is a punishment, remember?"
He can tell Sam wants to protest, so he wraps a firm hand around his throat again to remind him who's in charge. Sam's skin is hot under his fingertips, his pulse pounding as he pulls him onto his feet. God, he looks good like this. Reddened lips glistening with spit, pants half done up, and glossy green eyes looking up at him. Seb moves closer, planting a hickey on the left side of his neck and properly removing his pants. Only takes a break to let Sam step out of them, has to hold a hand out to steady him. An oversized band shirt follows, until he's left standing naked. Seb does his own pants up and out of the corner of his eye catches Sam pout.
Tsk. Impatient.
He stares at Sam with dark eyes like he's prey. The way his cock twitches under his gaze lets Seb know he's enjoying this as much as he is. It's hot, being fully clothed while Sam squirms in his spot, lost blissful eyes looking at him expectantly.
Seb pins him back against the door and shoves his knee between Sam's leg. "Grind," he orders, and Sam's reaction is almost immediate. His hips move and they're back to kissing like it hurts to be apart, tongues intertwining with a newfound desperation as Sam tries to get all the friction he can. Seb pulls away to watch him, enjoying the show and the moans and whines leaving his lover's mouth. He looks so good like that, cheeks flushed, brows furrowed and slack jaw.
"Seb, need to- please touch me." His cock is poking out lewdly between them, dripping precum and leaving a wet spot on Seb's jeans. Fuck that's hot. He can feel himself straining too.
"This is a punishment, Sammy," he says, applying a bit more pressure.
Sam lets out a choked moan as he groans and lets his head rest on Seb's shoulder. He tries to speed up his movements. So close-
And then Seb applies even a bit more pressure, nestling his leg firmly between his legs. He begins to move to, rocking Sam against him while his hand moves up the blond's chest. His movements are getting more sporadic as he chases his release, mouth open and teeth grinding in concentration.
"Seb, I'm gonna cum," he warns biting down on pale skin. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.' He cries in frustration as Seb stills his movements, stopping him before he can cum. His body is shaky as he pants against Seb, stays there for only a moment.
"Did I say stop?"
God how he loves how Sam's eyes widen, a broken whine coming from his lips. Seb examines the deep red blush on his face, the way his hair is starting to stick to his forehead. Makes sure he's steady enough, that it's not too much. The look on Sam's face tells him to keep going.
His hands find Sam's ass and he uses the leverage to grind him onto his jeans again. They're soaked with his precum and it's kinda torture for both of them, but that's what makes it so good. He gropes and kneads as Sam finds his rhythm again.
"You look so good like this."
Sam takes this as encouragement and speeds up his movements. "F-Fuck, S-Seb."
"Feel good, baby?" His hand snakes between them as he takes Sam's now hard again member in his hand for the first time that night, causing him to buck his hips up. He bites at his neck and collarbone, leaving a constellation of red marks that will soon turn purple.
'S-Seb I need to cum, please."
The whispers of praise are starting to get to him. Seb smiles and speeds up his strokes, he knows from the way Sam's movements are getting shakier that he is close. Black nail polished hands move from his ass to his hips. Then, sternly, he holds Sam still.
"Stop."
The blond looks like he could cry. Body refusing to obey, straining against Seb to keep moving, but to no avail. Seb brings a hand up to his face, holding his chin so he is forced to look at his dark eyes. "I said stay." It sends a shiver through Sam's body. "When you cum, I'll be inside you."
"Need you," is all he can muster. His hips are still trying to move. He's so hard, if he could just get a little more friction...
He gasps as Seb slaps him, not too hard, but the action alone is enough to make his head spin. Seb observes him.
God, his boyfriend is such a slut.
It's not a surprise. He knows Sam likes it rough. Knew it from the first time they made love and he almost came when Seb bit his shoulder, hard. Knew it from the way his eyes got all unfocused and ready to submit. It makes sense, really. Sam is impatient. Impulsive. So ready for a break. He loves getting told what to do, and he especially loves to get degraded. And he looks so good under him.
Seb can't take it anymore. "Bed, now."
They can't keep their hands off each other as they stumble the short walk to their bedroom. Seb shoves Sam on the bed, lips never leaving each other's. Finally, finally, he takes off his jeans, followed by his shirt and underwear. Sam hums approvingly. Immediately, Seb's attacking his neck and chest. Sam whines, hands grasping at soft dark strands. His hips thrust off the bed in desperation.
'Seb, please.' He's doing a lot of begging tonight. Not that Seb's complaining.
'Turn over.'
He complies without missing a beat, laying face down and arching his back, pushing against Seb's hardness. It's a great view, and Seb's starting to lose it. Needs to be inside him as soon as possible. Needs to hear him scream.
He reaches around and offers Sam two fingers against his lips while he grabs some lube from the bedside drawer. The blond puts on a show, coating them in his spit and moving his hips, a silent plea for more. He almost whines when Seb pulls away, but it turns into a moan as Seb pushes a digit into him. They both moan at the feeling, Seb transfixed in the way Sam's face scrunches up in pleasure and pain as he adds a second finger. Sam's basically drooling into the pillow, obscene noises leaving his mouth as the pace quickens.
"Look at yourself," Seb says through gritted teeth. "You look so pathetic baby, such a whore."
Sam whines, and gasps as Seb pulls his fingers out of him. He smacks his ass, making him cry out. "Who do you belong to?" He asks, voice low.
"Y-yours. Ah-!" He delivers another smack. "Oh fuck, Seb, I'm yours. Need you s' bad. Please, do whatever you want to me." He sounds like he might just cry as Seb lines himself against his entrance.
Sam's body shakes as Seb slowly inserts himself in, only pausing once his whole length is buried in his body. Hips moving slightly of their own volition as he takes a moment to look at the man he loves so much. He knows Sam is stubborn, won't say the safe word if he can help it, so he checks in he's actually okay.
He's more than okay.
Tangling a hand in Sam's hair, Seb pulls out almost all the way, then slams back into him. Sam moans, his cock leaking obscenely under him. Sebastian nips and places kisses on his freckled shoulders, his free hand occasionally grazing his cock. Sam's coming undone under him, mouth half open and hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat. He's long lost the battle of trying to remain silent, struggled moans and whimpers come through even as he bites his bottom lip to keep them in. Seb lets out a moan himself as Sam tightens around him.
'C'mon Samson, be a good boy for me.' He wraps a hand around his cock, never once slowing his thrusts. His torso is pressed against Sam's back and he feels so, so hot. He whispers words of encouragement as he jerks him off, his other hand making its way around his neck.
"Seb gotta cum, please. Can't help it." He's so desperate and still asking for permission. Seb grins.
"Cum then."
The pace of his hand grows faster and then stops as Sam spills ropes of white cum on their bedsheets. The sounds he's making are broken and high pitched and he looks like he might just about cry from the overstimulation. With every bone in his body telling him to stop and comfort his lover, Seb keeps going. A firm thrust that sends ripples through the blond's body, making him yelp.
"S-Seb. What-?" Sam looks as surprised as he does turned on, the pieces finally clicking. Fuck, why was that so hot? He ignores him, forcefully pulling out and entering into him, using some of his cum as lube. He's on top of him as he bottoms out, yanking his hair back so he can whisper in his ear.
'Safe word's maple bars,' he reminds him, and Sam nods. That's all the encouragement he needs to grind his hips further into him, planting himself as deep as possible. So lewd. So hot. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"N-no. Ss-top." Sam tests the words, and Sebastian feels heat pool in his lower stomach. This is fucked up, he thinks, but those thoughts soon dissipate at the sounds Sam's making. He growls as Sam squirms under him, fucking him harder and faster. He captures his mouth in a sloppy kiss and bites his lip. When he looks at his eyes, they're clouded with lust and suddenly Seb understands. He's needed this. Needed someone to take control of his body and mind.
"You're such a whore, Samson," he says. He's not as composed as he'd like, but Sam is such a mess he doesn't notice. "Teasing me like that. What's wrong? Can't handle the consequences?"
Sam lets out a mix between a moan and a cry. "N-no, Seb, ple-ah!"
The dirty talk is getting to both of them. Sam's legs shake under him, his stomach threatening to fall flat on the bed. With surprising strength, Seb flips him over so he's on his back.
He cries out as Seb fucks his cock head in and out of him, too much yet not enough. "P-please," he cries, and it's almost enough to make Seb cum. He scoops some of Sam's cum from his lower stomach and brings his fingers to the blond's lips. "Suck," he orders. Seb moans at the warmth of his mouth and wonders how he got so lucky. He always thinks Sam looks beautiful, but like this— messy hair spread out around him, tear stained cheeks and a deep red blush of humiliation — Seb thinks he might be an angel. An angel he's going to fucking corrupt.
"You're such a good boy," he continues. "All mine to use, right? So pretty. I could keep you here and make you cum over and over. You'd be totally helpless, just a toy for getting fucked."
Sam whines again. He's half hard against all odds, his oversensitive cock rubbing against their stomachs as Sebastian fucks him. "T-too much," he mumbles as Seb's fingers find his length. "D-don't know how but need to cum again."
Their bed slams against the wall as Seb continues fucking him. His voice is strained. "G-gonna make me cum, Sammy," he grits his teeth. "C'mon, cum with me. Be a good boy."
Sam doesn't reply, just moans while his mouth hangs open and more tears stream down his cheeks. It's enough to make Seb cum, filling him up with one last thrust that leaves them both breathing hard, chests rising and falling in a rapid rhythm. Sam's voice is almost a sob when he regains it, back arching and meeting Sebastian's thrusts as he rides out his second orgasm of the night. Seb catches his mouth in a rough kiss, holding him in place until their hips settle, hands tangled in each other's hair.
Slowly, he pulls out, placing a soft kiss on Sam's lips in the process. He's sure he looks like a mess, but Sam looks like a wreck. His chest glistens with spit and cum, his eyes are teary and his cheeks red. Pink and purple marks cover his neck and chest, and he's got this content smile on his face that makes him look too innocent for what they just did.
Seb is sure he's never been more in love.
Are you okay?" He asks, suddenly worried that he has gone too far. "Was that okay?"
Sam nods, closing his eyes. "That was so hot," he says.
Seb's about to make a joke about his eloquence, but he decides to give him a break given he's just fucked his brains out. If it were up to him he'd run Sam a bath right now and make him eat a meal, but he knows the last thing Sam wants is to get out of bed. So instead he goes to the bathroom, promising Sam he'll be right back, and returns with a damp warm towel and a glass of water. He worships his body as he cleans him up, taking the time to admire the marks he's left. It makes him kind of proud, the possessive side of him humming with approval.
"I'm fine," Sam insists. And Seb rolls his eyes because he knew this was coming. Sam always has to act strong, never wants to ask for too much, is always jumping ahead. Every day Seb has to remind him that he's not a bother, that he does things for him because he wants to, and he doesn't need to earn his love.
"Just drink some water."
Sam huffs but sits up nonetheless, taking the glass in hand. "Will that make you stop fussing over me?" He acts like he doesn't need it, but Seb knows he secretly loves it. Loves being the centre of his attention, to feel small and vulnerable and cared for.
"Never. You're stuck with me."
"Wouldn't have it any other way," he smiles.