You said as long as we are careful enough

They were each busy with different projects for several months.While they were texting and calling as much as possible, Sebastian was already starting to feel the tingle on his skin.This is just the beginning of something.He's been dreading bringing it up to Chris, who's stressed out by the festival, but he's not sure how long he can hold on to their daily orders.

While he was running hard in the gym to decompress, he received a text message: At least I know that Toronto (the festival) thinks I am a qualified director.Go back tomorrow.Do you still want me to stay with you for a few days?

With a slightly exasperated smile, Sebastian rolled his eyes.After they've spent the past month planning this, only Chris is careful to confirm it.He stopped running and replied a please.

Chris responds so quickly that Sebastian can even pick up his pace on the treadmill.very good!Make sure your place looks like it when I get back, I don't want to punish you for throwing dirty dishes in the sink.

Thinking of his own kitchen, Sebastian chuckled.He has work to do.As soon as he finished, Sir Chris added:

I have the key.Will you greet me like a good boy?

With a beaming face, Sebastian hits send.

Chris lets Sebastian know when he's going to get on the plane, and Sebastian puts his collar around his throat, hums and starts tidying up the living room and cleaning the kitchen.Finally he made the bed, then stripped his clothes and threw them in the laundry basket.

He checked his phone, then put it down.Even if Chris hasn't landed yet, he will soon. Sebastian got the lube from the bedroom and knelt down by the couch. Chris doesn't specify where he wants to be greeted, which means it's up to Sebastian to choose.When it's long enough, he likes to meet up in the living room so he's the first Chris sees. Chris also asked to be greeted by a good boy.This meant that Sebastian was allowed to touch himself, but not to ejaculate.

Sebastian took a deep breath and closed his eyes.He lubes his fingers and lets his hands slide between his legs.Intense pleasure swirls in his stomach.If he doesn't calm down, maybe he will go too fast.He began to soften, to slow down.He'd only do it with Chris' permission, and they haven't had time since Chris left for Toronto.

Touching the cock directly would make him go too fast and too abruptly, and Sebastian decided to stick a finger into his body first, going in slowly until he started to gasp before adding another.He'd wanted it so badly for the past few days that it didn't take long before he had to throw his other hand on the floor to support himself, thrusting back against his fingers hard enough Blurred his vision.

He groaned when he heard the front door open, pleasure singing along his spine. Chris is here, but that doesn't mean Sebastian can stop.Unless Chris orders. The fact that Chris is watching just drives him madder, his skin is on fire and he hears Chris walking towards him, running a hand through his hair.

"What a good boy," Chris said affectionately. "How many fingers did you have inside, baby?" Sebastian wailed, and Chris knelt beside him, running his hands down Sebastian's back and resting on his lower back. Sebastian curls up against Chris and Chris lets him nuzzle his neck for a moment.

He shivered at the feel of Chris' beard brushing against his skin. Chris had been worried that Sebastian wouldn't like it, but he liked the way it scraped against his lips when Chris kissed him or buried his face in Sebastian's shoulder.He liked the way it rubbed against the skin of his inner thigh sorely.Swallowing hard, he forced himself to remember what Chris had asked him.finger.a few fingers.

"Three, sir."

The beard rubs against Sebastian's skin intimately, and Chris snorts, slowly wrapping his hands around Sebastian's wrists. "Then are you ready to accept me?"

Sebastian nods. "Yes, sir."

"Good boy," Chris said sweetly.He pulled Sebastian's hand away from his body, slowly and carefully, and placed it lightly on the floor to help support him. Sebastian grinned, cupping his chin with a finger, making Sebastian look him in the eye. "I bought you a present," Chris said. "I miss you so much I can't help it. Would you like something now?"

Sebastian nods, and Chris stands up with a smile and grabs his bag. "You've been a good boy lately," he said. "You're so patient when we have to work. I know it's not easy for you, but you've been great. Makes me want to pamper you."

A thrill of excitement shattered Sebastian's body, and he grinned widely. Chris smiled back, fingers caressing his cheek tenderly. "We don't use all of them now. We don't have to use none if you don't want to, but last time you checked your list, I noticed you drew a few new things..."

Sebastian sat up straighter, remembering what he had added to his list last time. Chris looked up from the long black box he had pulled out of his bag. "Safe word, baby."

Clenching his fists against his thighs, Sebastian forces himself to sound as calm as possible. "Red. Yellow. Two—two fingers." Chris nodded.

"Good boy."

They haven't added anything new to the list for nearly five months.They don't always need, and don't really need, some sort of steady daily cycle to build into their activities once they're in a relationship.But they haven't had any free time for each other for almost a month now, because of Chris's new development, and Sebastian has to grab the role first, before he, as Anthony loves to quote, 'becomes Marvel's little bitch forever. 'Before.

But Chris misses him.Now that he's back, that's enough to make him want to do something special.He asked Sebastian to go over the list before flying to Toronto.He had known for a long time that he would miss him so much. Chris was looking up at Sebastian, waiting for his signal before opening the box.

Sebastian nods before Chris removes the lid.

The gag matches his collar, all black with a leather strap and silver buckle. Sebastian swallowed hard and licked his lips, eyes falling on the other two items in the box.He smiled, feeling the frantic flapping of butterflies in his stomach. "Bought it all in one place, huh?"

Chris snorted, pulled out a lip liner and a tube of lipstick from the case, and set them on the coffee table. "No, but it's easier to carry." He read Sebastian's expression, and added softly, "If you change your mind, just let me know."

"Not really," Sebastian reassured him, his voice husky. "I want...both. Please." Chris nodded, Sebastian took a deep breath, and Chris picked up the lip liner and held his face.He outlines Sebastian's lips with unnerving softness, and the way he looks into Sebastian's eyes is almost romantic.

Sebastian grinned as Chris began to apply the lipstick, methodically drawing a perfect arc. "You're good at this," he says a little teasingly, and Chris rolls his eyes.

"I have two older sisters and a mum who spend three hours preparing the table every Sunday morning. I'd be ashamed if I wasn't good at it. Now stop talking, you're going to get your teeth." He kept Sebastian's mouth open to finish applying the lipstick, then slipped a finger into his mouth.Suddenly, Sebastian realizes that Chris wants him to pucker his lips and put Chris' finger in his mouth.

Chris's eyes sparkle, his fingers trace his lips, and he grabs a tissue from his bag and holds it to him, raising his eyebrows. Sebastian obediently puts his lips on it, and Chris folds the paper and throws it back in the bag.

He looks at Sebastian, cupping his face in his hands. "You look so pretty," he told him sadly, running his hands across his chest.He leans forward and bites Sebastian's jaw. "Before you put on the gag, I have a question for you," he said as if he had just realized it.His beard was itchy before he retreated.

Sebastian whimpers, and Chris takes pity on him, taking Sebastian's hand, wrapping their intertwined fingers around Sebastian's cock.

He helps Sebastian stroke himself for a moment, the tug on his sensitive skin causing Sebastian to squeeze his eyes shut. Chris cups Sebastian's chin with his other hand again. "Look at me, Seb." Sebastian mumbles, forcing his eyes open, and Chris immediately looks mesmerized, letting his mouth open silently.

"You look beautiful," Chris repeats, wrapping Sebastian's hand over his cock firmly and firmly. Sebastian gritted his teeth and gasped, a blush slowly creeping up his neck.At least he knew the first question Chris was going to ask.He never asked that question in the first place.Maybe he's been too shy all along, or trying to stay out of the way, but now he has to ask every time.

Coughing lightly, Chris finally asked, "Do you want me dressed, Sebastian?"

Sebastian shook his head, relieved. "No, sir."

Chris nodded.He hesitates, letting his index finger brush Sebastian's lips lightly, before releasing his grip on Sebastian's cock. Sebastian stopped rubbing his hands, and Chris frowned. "No," he said sharply, and Sebastian continued to move his hand up and down. Chris smiled and tried to stand up, but Sebastian stopped him by grabbing Chris' shirt.

Chris leans closer, and Sebastian can hear his breath catch as he leans over and brushes his lips over Chris' collar. Chris lifted his eyes from his collar curiously, and stopped him with his hand on Sebastian's wrist. "What is this for?"

The sudden loss of friction was dizzying, and Sebastian giggled, shaking and panting. "People will think you've been unfaithful to me," he said in a falsely conspiratorial tone. "My sweet, pure, Steve Rogers-incarnate boyfriend secret pheasant." Chris laughed, leaning up against Sebastian and kissing his neck.

"I don't think anyone who knew we were dating would call me 'pure,'" he whispered. "Plus, Scarlett and Colbie both know. They helped me choose the color (for) you." Sebastian gave a startled laugh, and Chris ran his fingers through Sebastian's hair. "I'm glad I went to them for advice. They were right."

Chris kisses his forehead and backs away from him, standing up to give himself room to undress.He folded his clothes neatly and placed them on the coffee table, pausing to look at the red mark Sebastian had left on the left collar of his shirt.

When Chris knelt down again, he took some lube with his fingers and dabbed it on his cock, mashing himself hard.He caught Sebastian looking and smacked his mouth, putting his hand on Sebastian's neck. "Don't stop," he said, waiting for Sebastian to start moving his hands again before asking, "Have you touched yourself since I left?"

Sebastian shakes his head, takes his eyes off Chris' cock, and feels his mouth water. "Not permitted, sir."

Chris nodded, bringing his other hand up to cup Sebastian's cheek. "Only good kids do what they're told, don't they?" Sebastian nods, and Chris runs his finger over Sebastian's cheek, his fingertips tracing his lipsticked lips. "And you... are such a good kid, aren't you, baby?"

"Yes, sir," Sebastian said quickly, his other hand reaching Chris helplessly. "I'm your good boy." Chris kissed the corner of Sebastian's mouth, slipping wet hands between his legs to see how much Sebastian had opened himself up. Sebastian's fingers tightened around Chris' hair.He grunts in despair, pushing back against Chris' fingers. "I'm your good boy, Chris, please."

Teeth scrape against Sebastian's jaw. "That's right," he said softly. "My good boy." Sebastian nodded unconsciously, whispering as Chris pressed into his sensitive skin.He hooked his ankles around Chris's back and wrapped his arms around his neck. Chris hooks his fingers around Sebastian's D-ring and pulls. "say it again."

"It's your good boy, sir."

"God," he whispered, panting, leaning in to grab Sebastian's lips. Sebastian makes a small surprised sound and Chris just presses tighter, kissing him and fingering Sebastian harder as Sebastian squirms helplessly in Chris' hands.He's starting to get dull.Too long too long.

There's a messy blush on Chris' mouth as he backs away, and Sebastian's heartbeat picks up again in disbelief. Chris smiled down at him, running his fingers over Sebastian's bottom lip. "You look prettier with messy makeup," he said, and Sebastian ran his tongue over his teeth, nearly licking the color off his lips.

"Zhang Da."

Sebastian's mouth opens, and Chris reaches behind him and grabs the gag.He hands it over, and Sebasian leans over to take it in his mouth, letting Chris pin it to the back of his head.The sphere isn't huge, but it still manages to appear solid and heavy in Sebastian's mouth, pulling him into the calming weight of the subspace.

"That's it," Chris told him softly, cupping his head in his hands. "Relax, Sebastian, I'm here. I'm right next to you." Sebastian resignedly gave in, his body starting to get heavier on Chris, his voice starting to tug in his ears. Chris watched him, his eyes sparkling, his voice charming, and continued.

"That's how I love to fuck you," Chris whispers in his ear, pulling him closer, and Sebastian lets himself land on Chris' chest, and he moves Sebastian onto his lap. "Whenever I fuck you, you're so addicted that you're just a limp squirming muscle. When I'm so controlling you, I just have to say a word and you're going to cum in no time."

Fingernails pinched Sebastian's jaw to guide his head forward, and he moaned. "Isn't it?" Chris hisses, and Sebastian nods.He is a good dog.The nicest dog ever.Whatever Chris asks for. Sebastian's arms are heavy, and he scrapes his nails over Chris' shoulder blades, pulling himself as hard as he can against Chris.

Chris hums softly and hugs Sebastian until Sebastian straddles his lap. "I'm right next to you," he said again, placing a hand on Sebastian's hips to help him sit on his cock. Sebastian rolled his eyes, and he heard Crhis's voice low and cheerful, saying, "This is my good boy." Sebastian whimpered and told him firmly, "When I let you cum, I want it Slow." Sebastian murmurs and nods, and Chris grabs his cock. "Give in, Sebastian, just relax."

Sebastian starts to go limp, letting his body follow Chris's body completely.

"God, I miss you so much," Chris said reverently, holding Sebastian's head in one hand and letting go of his cock with the other, against his lower back. Sebastian likes it when he does it, letting him speak for himself.His mouth never caught up with his brain, letting every thought escape without even thinking about it.

"Can't wait to get back—here...God, you feel so good." He brushes his lips against Sebastian's neck, past his collar, sinking his teeth just above his collarbone. "You're so—fuck—" He leans forward and thrusts hard, right into Sebastian's prostate, making him yell against the silicone ball in his mouth. Chris froze, but only for a moment, before pushing Sebastian back to the side of the couch and picking up the tempo.

"You want to cum?" Chris asked, voice soft to his ears, but savage in and out of him at the same time. Sebastian nods, feeling himself moaning incoherently, trying to form words through the orb in his mouth. Chris's eyes are wide, sparkling, and Sebastian starts talking nonsense. "Oh, my God," Chris grunts, squeezing Sebastian's chest as he sinks his hips into him like a pile driver, completely out of rhythm.

The fuzzy outlines start to whiten, Sebastian so close—if only Chris had told him…but he wouldn't. Sebastian can feel himself climbing, nails digging, muscles tensing.He threw one arm behind his head and grabbed the sofa cushions. Chris had told him to relax.That way he wouldn't give Sebastian what he wanted.

As if without warning, Chris yanks hard on the D-ring on his collar and Sebastian's head snaps back. Sebastian groaned, completely limp under the force, like a dog caught behind him. Chris watched him with wild eyes. "You want to come, I need to take this thing off." Sebastian nodded, barely comprehending, muttering as he let the buckle come loose and the ball fall from his mouth.

"I know, you hate having an empty mouth, don't you?" he asked pityingly, and Sebastian could only nod, on the verge of breaking down.He hates being empty!He wants that ball.Ask for Chris' cock.Want his tongue.anything. Chris slips a finger into Sebastian's lips and he sucks greedily, feeling soothed.

"I know, I know," Chris coaxed. "But I want to ask you something. Want to hear—hear you say it." Sebastian nods frantically, licking Chris' fingers with his tongue.Whatever Chris wants. Chris looked at it quietly for a moment, then pulled his hand away and whispered hoarsely, "What are you, baby?"

Chris has called him many things.The nickname in his mouth is as affectionate as his touch.He called him beautiful and perfect, he called him his boyfriend, his sweetheart, and once he got a little drunk and stayed with him on the town after an old friend's birthday party, he called him the love of his life .So casually, it's like he's sure Sebastian already knows.

But whenever they're like this, Sebastian only has one thing. "It's yours, sir."

"That's it," Chris mutters, and the hand behind his back grabs his cock again, picking up the pace and sending Sebastian back onto the couch. "Just mine."

"Yes, sir," Sebastian replied, leaning his head back against the cushions, and Chris began to cum.He felt his body fall apart, so broken that he couldn't feel the tension anymore.He can feel Chris watching him, watching him slump on the couch, the hand that still grips Sebastian's cock clenched tightly.

"Come on, come on."

Sebastian's mind drifted away, his body drifting away from him. Chris pulls him out of him, pulls him back onto his lap, and brushes his fingers over Sebastian's red mouth, his lips parting obediently, allowing Chris to slip his fingers in.

"My good boy," Chris told Sebastian over and over as he licked the cum off his fingers. Chris takes the hand away and kisses Sebastian's hair, forehead, and face. "You're such a good boy, Sebastian. My perfect good dog." Sebastian curled up beside him, kissing his neck, immediately surprised by the red mark he left.

"You're really going to get me in trouble, aren't you?" Chris smiled smugly. Sebastian chuckled.

"I'm sure that if Colbie finds out, everyone will find out that it's me."

"She's probably already tweeting," Chris said with mocking seriousness. Sebastian slapped his arm.

After a bath that basically consisted of bubbles and kisses — so Sebastian could distract himself from washing Chris’s beard — they ordered a ton of Chinese takeout, and Sebastian curled up naked, wearing only a collar A ball of heads resting on Chris' legs, watching the Patriots game with Chris.

Sebastian never really cared about football, but he loved watching Chris watch the game, nervous and eager.At one point, he got so excited about a game that he knocked his foot on the coffee table and accidentally bumped his knee into Sebastian's face.

When Sebastian yelled and sat up abruptly, Chris immediately forgot about the game and apologized awkwardly. "Damn, Seb, I'm sorry, are you okay?" He pulled Sebastian across the face for a quick kiss before jumping up to get him some ice.It doesn't really matter, it hurts already, but Sebastian lets himself be coddled for a while, because Chris wants to be absolutely sure he's not in danger of bruising.

"It was a really good game, if you ask me."

Sebastian stuck out his tongue. "Yeah, awesome, go tell the makeup artist that when I show up with dark circles on Monday."

"Oh, of course," Chris replied, with a slightly sarcastic lilt in his tone, "Just blame me for the one mark I accidentally left on you." He jokingly pushed Sebastian onto the couch and crawled to on him, biting his neck. "I'll just have to leave more happy marks to offset that one."

He kisses and nibbles Sebastian's throat flirtatiously until the cheers from the audience on the TV catch his attention in an instant. Sebastian giggles and kisses his chin. "We can wait until they win to have sex, if you think that's more traditional." He grins, and Chris sits up immediately, pulling Sebastian into his lap.

"I don't know." He said with a smirk, pulling Sebastian closer to him. "I just missed the first touchdown and I think you should stay with me in case you're lucky." Sebastian smiled and tucked his face into Chris' shoulder socket, his stubble rubbing lightly his face.He listens silently to Chris's pulse, and the game continues until he yells with joy again, startling Sebastian.

"Touchdown," Chris explains sheepishly, kissing Sebastian on the lips. "You got lucky." Chris spends half the time, two Patriots scores, and the next three commercials pampering Sebastian, wrapping him in his lap and showering him with kisses. Sebastian had never enjoyed a football game so much.

The game was quiet for a moment, and Sebastian smiled as Chris' fingers circled his ankle unconsciously. "I love you," Chris said after a few minutes.

"Are you talking to me, or Jimmy Garoppolo[i]?" he asked mockingly, and Chris laughed.

"I'm talking to the beauty on my lap. Especially now that I know you've been listening to me and can already name that quarterback." Sebastian snorts, and Chris leans in to kiss his neck . "Plus, Garoppolo is too young for me."

Sebastian smirks at him. "Really? Because on the first day of filming with me on Captain America, you asked me if I was old enough to drink before you invited me to be with you, Hayley and Hugo."

"Yeah, okay. You were old enough then," Chris said, pushing him back on the couch and climbing on top of him. "It's important." Sebastian licks his lips and Chris kisses down his throat, beard tickling his neck. "Although I must admit that you are a special case. Even if you are underage, I may still fall in love with you."

Sebastian laughed. "I can't tell if it's Romantic or Nabakovian[ii]."

Chris bites his shoulder and pats his head teasingly. "Well, 'legal' still has to be." Sebastian grinned mischievously at him, and Chris folded his arms over Sebastian's chest, resting his chin on his wrists. "I really love you, you know that."

Sebastian's smile softened as he ran his hands through Chris' hair. "I know. I love you too." He glanced at the TV screen again and nodded at it. "Your game is back," he points out, but Chris doesn't take his eyes off Sebastian's face, looking at him like he's hanging the moon.

"I can understand Brady, but if you're jealous of Jim Garoppolo, am I doing something wrong?" Chris said with mock seriousness.

Sebastian giggles, and before he can speak Chris grabs his legs and wraps them around his waist, blinking. "I like your idea of ​​having early sex to celebrate," he said, reaching for the lube that had been left on the floor.

Sebastian bit his lip to suppress a smile. “Shouldn’t counting your chicks before they hatch become bad luck?[iii]”

"I'd take my chances," Chris replied, leaning over to cover Sebastian's with his own.

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[i] Jimmy Garoppolo; Quarterback for the Patriots.

[ii] Nabakov.Russian writer, author of "Lolita".

[iii] Do not count the chicks before they are hatched.American proverb.It means not to be prematurely optimistic, not every egg can hatch a chick.

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Translated closing remarks:

After two years, this article has finally been translated. The full text is nearly 14 words. There are too many things to say, so I will talk about it another day.

Thank you to all the readers who have been following this article and leaving messages to me!Thanks!It is your encouragement and comments that continue to motivate me to continue translating.

Another day, I will sort out the full-text directory link and share it with everyone!

Finish the scattered flowers! (This article also has a side story from Chris’s perspective. Whether it is translated or not depends on my time, but I will try my best! Scatter flowers!)

Special thanks to Sister Dan Que for supporting me all the time!Without her, this article would not have ended today!

Everyone who likes this article please applaud her!

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Translation thoughts:

The original intention of translating this article is actually very simple.At that time, I began to read the articles of Evanstan and the CP, but found that the content of many articles marked with BDSM tags did not meet the various definitions of healthy BDSM relationships I saw on the Internet.

Of course, this situation does not only exist in the text of this pair of cp.

In the past, I have seen many similar phenomena in Yuandanli.I myself even initially thought that BDSM meant confining someone and sexually assaulting them at will.Therefore, for a long time, I was very unfriendly and repelled (later I found out that many readers were like me) about BDSM (even oral sex content), because I couldn't understand why someone would be in After experiencing horrific sexual assault, I will become emotional and dependent on each other (Of course, if it is Stockholm Syndrome, I can understand. Of course, the so-called 'relationship' under Stockholm Syndrome I personally still think It should not be romanticized and beautified, because it is a deformed relationship produced by manipulating the victim.) And what makes me even more horrified is that this kind of relationship through forced sexual assault will also breed 'love' in the text , which is also romanticized, will be defined as love.In many articles, the abused party (usually the victim) usually does not show