You said as long as we are careful enough

Stian took a few deep breaths steadily, and the last wisp of mist cleared away, when Chris fetched a bottle of water from the minibar and stuffed it into his hand. "Take a sip." He said with a frank smile. "Come back to the light."

Sebastian grinned against the drink in his hand. "Just now, uh..." He still didn't know how to describe it. "Intense is a good word," he agrees after a moment, and Chris nods.

"Yeah, just now I... I didn't mean to do that to you so soon. It didn't scare you, did it? Are you okay?"

Sebastian mocked. "Only after you finish this kind of thing will you ask the other party if there is anything wrong."

Chris giggled and pulled out his phone. "Well, I hope not." He fiddled with the screen a few times before handing it to Sebastian. "Read it well. Would you like something to eat?"

Sebastian nods without hearing the question, blushing as he looks at Chris' phone.Straightforward, the title of the article is simply: "BDSM101". "oh."

Chris smiled at him intimately. "You still feel awkward? After all this?" Sebastian shook his head, but his neck started to burn as he continued to read.

Subspace is the endorphin and adrenaline rush caused by the domination/submission game.It affects everyone differently, but common side effects are reduced physical coordination, difficulty communicating or thinking normally, and a feeling of floating or time slowing down.

Sebastian looked up to see Chris handing him a candy bar.He looked down at the phone in his hand again and took it. "So you're going to, tie me up?"

Chris shrugged. "If you want." He knelt down and put his arms around Sebastian's lap. "It doesn't have to be tonight," he quipped. "We have achieved several more goals on this trip."

"What's this for?" Sebastian asked, shaking the chocolate. "Is this what you're talking about as a reward for a job well done?"

Chris laughs loudly, and every nerve in Sebastian's body lights up. "Sometimes some people get hungry afterward, and I just try to cover everything."

Sebastian tears open the candy and takes a bite. "So you've done this before?"

Chris shrugged. "Did something. I had a girlfriend in high school who was obsessed with it." He looked at Sebastian, who took another bite of the chocolate.He looked up from the article on Chris' phone to look at Chris' face.

"Have you ever had something like this?" he asked, pointing at the screen with the rest of the chocolate. "Is there such a thing as a domspace?"

"Not really," Chris replied, "but...well, there's something like that."

Sebastian nods, chewing.He was curious, but too shy to ask.

"Any other questions?" For a moment, Sebastian wildly thinks Chris can read his mind.He doesn't want to ask now.That seems like a silly question.He shook his head. Chris accepted the answer. "Now you look fine and sane. How are you feeling?"

Sebastian looks at Chris' phone again, then hands it back, watching as Chris puts it on the nightstand. "Uh huh..." He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and tugged at Chris' shirt. Chris lets him drag himself onto the bed, biting his lip to keep from laughing. "Can I stay here a little longer?"

Chris leans forward, breathing against Sebastian's lips. "Polites, Sebastian."

"Please," Sebastian replied, falling back into the bed with Chris' weight.

Chris sits up on his elbows, putting most of his weight on the bed instead of Sebastian.He looked down at him smiling. "you have not answer my question yet."

"what is the problem?"

Chris's smile turns into doting exasperation. "how do you feel?"

Sebastian was trying to figure out how to respond when he heard his own voice say, "Safe."

Chris' fingernails graze his scalp slowly.

"Good." He was silent for a long time, so long that Sebastian could feel himself getting confused, until he heard, "You need to go back to your room."

Sebastian groaned, but it turned out to be an angry whine.He heard Chris laugh out loud, breath blowing against his ears. "You can't sleep here," he said softly, but Sebastian couldn't think of a reason why not.

He opened his eyes. "why not?"

Chris laughed. "Because you need some time," he said, like he wished he hadn't. "You need to clear your head and reconsider. Figure out what you want to get out of it, okay?"

Sebastian grunted. "I just want to sleep here. I want this."

Chris laughs, and for a moment Sebastian decides he's won. "Come on," Chris said, sitting up, pulling Sebastian up. "It's getting late, and I thought you'd have time to come and see me before we leave."

There was a hint of oppression in his voice that wasn't there before, a gentle command he could still defy, but he didn't want to contradict.He wanted to please Chris, so he did as he was told and stood up. Chris kissed his neck and pushed him gently out the door. "Good boy."

Sebastian can't sleep, but the more he tries, the more he realizes that maybe Chris didn't mean to let him go.reconsider.He didn't even know where to start.He blinked at the ceiling, then got up and walked over to the desk to open his notebook.

He wasn't sure what to search for, so he stared blankly at the Google search homepage for a long time.Dazed, he typed "BDSM" into the search box, and waited, witheringly, for the results to load, like he was waiting for an explosion.He relaxes when a link that looks innocent enough appears on the front page.He clicked on a link that contained "list" in the title.

Sebastian goes through each bullet point carefully, imagining Chris doing everything to him to thoroughly test his reactions.A couple of things they've already done jump out.Clothes selection, kneeling, praise.He likes these.He grabbed the note pad on the nightstand and wrote them down.

As he goes through the list, he adds more things he's interested in, things he's done with people before, like biting and pulling hair.There were a few strange things that made his heart flutter in his chest, and he wrote that too.Dress up, tie up, smother.He glanced over the more violent events, his eyes paused once or twice thoughtfully, but he was more worried, so he didn't write them down.

He checked off the list twice more and began to squirm awkwardly in his chair.He felt his tongue thicken when he swallowed.He considered waking Chris for help, but he couldn't get his body to move.He shudders at the thought of Chris's big, warm hands wrapping around his throat, thumbs pressed into his throat.

After hesitating for a moment, he reached into his shorts and whimpered.His mind raced through the half-formed thoughts that gathered like a stream of fire. Chris tied him to a chair, grabbed his hair by the roots and pulled his head back.Leave marks on his neck that would make a make-up artist sigh or blush.Fingers clamped hard on his windpipe.

He shot out with a yell and fell onto the desk.Focusing on the hallucination of the remaining hand in his hair, he whimpered as Chris whispered words of appreciation in his ear.His body tenses with a renewed urge to drag himself to Chris's door, but after a few minutes, he just manages to slip off his shorts and climb onto the bed.

The next morning, Sebastian stood at the door for nearly 10 minutes before knocking. When Chris answered the door, he had the languid stillness of someone just waking up.

He smiled at Sebastian, running his hands through his sleep-ruffled hair. Sebastian's fingers twitch with the desire to touch him.He clenched his fists—the hotel note was crunching—and whispered, “Good morning.”

"Good morning." Chris replied sleepily. "Have you thought it through?"

Sebastian swallowed nervously and nodded.

Chris' face fell. "Are you OK?"

Sebastian took a deep breath and nodded again. "I...uh, I went online. Did some research."

Chris's expression is somewhere between proud and nervous. "Okay." He said after a long silence. "Uh, I mean, it could be... kind of like intimidation, if you're not sure what exactly you're looking for. We don't—"

"Yeah." Before Chris could say anything, Sebastian cut him off. "Before...uh, it was indeed full of many things."

Chris nodded and Sebastian faltered. "We can take our time," Chris said, "Focus on the things you've identified first."

"I…I did," Sebastian said slowly, handing the crumpled piece of paper to Chris.

Chris' expression lights up. "Great!" he repeated, much more sincerely this time.He flicked through the list, and Sebastian frowned at him. "Oh." He said, his voice was low, "it's not particularly slow."

Sebastian moved awkwardly, and Chris looked up at him and smiled. "It's okay." He looked at the list again, and asked softly, "What do you need from me at this moment?"

Sebastian wasn't sure what to say at first.He stared at the floor and cleared his throat. "I-I was going to take a shower but then I…" He hesitated, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.Maybe he pushed too hard.He didn't want to trample on any possible boundaries for Chris, but he'd spent 30 years without realizing his true needs.Finally he blurted out: "Can you give me a bath?"

He sneaks a peek up and sees Chris' eyes widening.After a moment, those eyes darkened. "Okay," he said, "Go to the bathroom and undress and turn on the water. I'll be there shortly. Give me your room key so I can get your change of clothes."

Sebastian was sitting naked on the edge of the tub when Chris entered.He changed into a T-shirt and jeans, and Sebastian felt silently shy. Chris puts a glass from the room next to the sink.

"Let's start." He said, pointing to the bathtub: "Go in."

Sebastian nods, and climbs in, leaning back to make room for Chris to sit on the table. Chris reaches for the hotel soap and shampoo at his feet.He filled a glass with water and poured it over Sebastian's face and hair.

"All right?" he asked intimately.

Sebastian nods. "OK."

Chris smiled at him, tucking his wet hair behind his ear. "I didn't expect you to accept this so quickly."

Sebastian grinned. "I guess you're more right than you think."

"~Yeah." Chris replied with mock seriousness.He pours shampoo into his hand and works it into Sebastian's hair. Sebastian let out a soft hum of approval, and Chris smiled smugly.He massages Sebastian's scalp for a lot longer than it takes to clean his hair, but Sebastian doesn't mind.

Chris fills the glass again, rinses off the foam gently, and leans in to kiss Sebastian's forehead. Sebastian can feel the hand on his neck lift his head against Chris' lips, thumbs drawing soft little circles behind Sebastian's ears. Sebastian's hand moves ecstatically, reaching out to grab Chris's shirt, but Chris's other hand stops it, and the fingers are caught.

"Don't get me all wet, I want to wait until I get off the plane to take a shower."

Sebastian waved his other hand in the water, ignoring Chris. Chris rolled his eyes, but he was smiling, and Sebastian leaned in, licking his lips.

Chris takes the cue, kisses him, but only pushes away, muttering nastyly, "I have a feeling you'll wash faster in your own room."

Sebastian just smiles.

Chris sighed in mock frustration and lathered his hands.Start with Sebastian's neck, then his shoulders.Sebastian leaned forward while washing his back. Chris washes his chest and legs, and Sebastian watches, curiously and oddly tense. His cheeks heat up for no apparent reason as Chris looks between his legs, but he doesn't move or speak.

Chris drains the water and leads Sebastian out of the tub, wrapping a soft white towel around his shoulders and drying his hair.It's sweet and caring, and it reminds Sebastian of his own childhood: Mom drys him so he doesn't wet his pajamas.

"Chris," Sebastian asked, as Chris dried his legs. "What are we doing like this?"

Chris shrugs like it's the easiest question in the world. "You can do whatever you want." He stood up, folded the towel, and handed Sebastian his clothes. "It can be just friends who help each other, it doesn't have to have any meaning."

The words startled Sebastian.help each other. Chris did get something out of it, too.The thought makes Sebastian's stomach shudder, but he's not sure he should show it.He coughed lightly.

"It's kind of weird compared to helping some buddy move for pizza and beer." Sebastian jokes, pulling on his shirt. "I've never done anything like this with a friend before."

Chris shrugged again.take it easy.it's not a big deal. "There's a first time for everything." He gently slapped Sebastian's hand away as he buttoned his shirt. "What do you want?"

"I don't know," Sebastian replied seriously.

Chris seemed more interested than ever by his answer.He ran his hands through Sebastian's hair and squeezed the nape of his neck firmly. "Then, we'll go figure it out together. No rush." ​​He kissed Sebastian's forehead again. "How are you feeling? Are you okay?"

"Yes."

"Did you sleep well?" Chris was still close to him, forehead against Sebastian's.Feeling safe, Sebastian closed his eyes.

"Yeah, I slept really well."

"good."

He wasn't sure why he said it, but the words came out of nowhere: "I masturbated. After- after reading the list."

For some reason, he expected to be reprimanded, but Chris just threw his head back. "What made you want to masturbate?"

Sebastian can feel his face flush. "I don't- I don't know, I just...I thought about it. I thought about you, doing...those things, and I was..."

Chris's eyes twinkled, and he licked his lips, opening his mouth to say something, but a knock on the front door cut him off.

"Chris?" Anthony's voice came from the hallway. "Seb didn't answer the door, so can you find him? Make sure he's not asleep, we're leaving."

Something like disappointment settles on Chris' face as he looks towards the door, but it's gone by the time he looks back at Sebastian. "We should get ready," he told Sebastian with a smile. "A long plane trip is waiting for us."

Sebastian fell asleep on the plane, snuggled up next to Chris.He woke up a few times feeling fingers playing with his hair, but pretended he was still asleep until he fell asleep again.

Dressing rooms in Germany are small. Sebastian thought about his high school drama club.They managed to squeeze a chaise longue between the coffee table and the mirror by the door, but it feels less claustrophobic without them.He was throwing tantrums for no reason because of sleep deprivation and jet lag and delays in getting ready.

He was only in his shirt and boxers when there was a knock on the door, and he poked his head out to see Chris smiling shyly in the hallway. "Hi."

Sebastian forgets himself, opens the door, and leans aside, Chris snickers. "Go out like this?"

Sebastian scoffed. "We've got an hour to go." He said with feigned exasperation. "Excuse my relaxation."

"Of course, of course." Chris smiled, leaning against the table with an expression that looked like he was trying to be nonchalant. "That's exactly... what I'm curious about."

Sebastian swallowed. "Uh huh?"

Chris shrugged. "Last time you were really just too tense. I wanted to make sure that wasn't the case this time. Or at least, if it was, I could handle it."

Sebastian suddenly felt hot all over his body.He wished he wasn't blushing. "oh."

"I mean, if you—didn't…" He straightened up, looking ready to charge for the door. "I just wanted to see—"

Sebastian grabs his arm. "Wait," he says to the floor, and Chris stops. "I... will help."

"Okay," Chris said, quietly and slowly.For one breath, he slams Sebastian against the door, sending a shudder down Sebastian's spine. "What do you need from me?"

"I-I think..."

Chris waits for him to finish, but Sebastian feels too humiliated.Finally, Chris offered: "Do you want me to cum for you again?"

Sebastian nods, a little bewildered, and Chris smiles and kisses Sebastian's chin as he pushes his shorts away from his waist and grabs his cock. "You're such a good boy," he said casually, and Sebastian took a low breath.

"Hey," Chris looked at him, "we don't have much time, Seb. Just to help you relax. If you think you're going to—"

"I'll be good," Sebastian blurted out, and Chris froze. There's a tingling of panic in Sebastian's chest until Chris smiles again.

"I knew you would." A hand rests on Sebastian's neck, and he doesn't even realize Chris' hand is moving. "Just stay awake this time, okay?"

Sebastian nods, heart pounding in his throat, Chris' hands cupping the back of his head. "Keep quiet, okay?" Chris said, "Just in case someone walks by."

Sebastian nods, suddenly twitching in Chris' hand as it starts to move. "Relax," Chris said, and Sebastian curled forward, his forehead resting in the hollow of Chris' shoulder.The hand on his neck slid up, fingers running through his hair.Sweet and warm, Sebastian kisses Chris' throat blankly.

Chris reacted immediately, letting go of Sebastian's neck and dropping to his knees. Sebastian watches as Chris yells at his cock, hands pressing him against the wall so he can relax under his grip.

Watching his cheeks bulge and lips stretched, Sebastian can barely stand.His eyes are fixed on Sebastian's face, making him feel crucified. "Chris—"

Chris slides his tongue over the underside of Sebastian's cock, head to tail, back and forth, watching Sebastian's face, watching him struggle not to break down too quickly.Even kneeling at his feet, Chris exudes total control and dominance.He looked at Sebastian without blinking, sucked the tip gently, and sucked it in.

Sebastian jerks and falls forward, and Chris slides his hand up as far as it will go, pinning him even harder against the wall. Sebastian was dizzy, and Chris hummed softly against Sebastian's skin.

"Chris!"

Chris turns his head back and forth until Sebastian can't take it anymore, his knees go limp, and he shoots into Chris' throat.

Chris holds him upright until he's finished, then slowly slumps him down, next to Chris.There was cum on his lips and Sebastian leaned forward to lick it away before he could even think about it.

Chris startled, but recovered immediately, and Sebastian was asking for a kiss, moaning at the taste of himself on the tip of Chris' tongue. When Sebastian climbs into his lap, Chris gives a soft nod of approval, kissing him until he starts to gasp in Chris' mouth.

"We have to go," Chris tells him softly, brushing his hair behind his ear. "Let me clean it up for you, okay?"

Sebastian smiled and nodded, Chris pushed him into the chair, wiped his face with water, and poured him a glass of water. "Put on your pants, Seb." He smiled smugly, kissing his cheek. "I'll be waiting for you outside."

Sebastian watched him leave silently.It took him a few more minutes to pull himself together and put on the gray suit Chris had requested. ????