You said as long as we are careful enough

For the rest of the tour, they spend as much time as they can on themselves. Chris picks out what Sebastian wears during the day and makes him come before he goes out, and Sebastian can get through the day calm and clear until the evening, when he'll go back to Chris.He likes Chris to fuck his mouth.Other things can make him slowly 'sink', but kneeling down and trying to swallow Chris seems to get him to that point faster than anything else.The time they spend together is too short for Sebastian to be patient.

Often, when they could spare the time, Chris would still take his time, giving Sebastian an orgasm while holding his throat slightly with the other hand, waiting patiently for him to dribble, and then letting him cum on own mouth.Afterwards, Chris would leave Sebastian for an hour or so, stroking his hair and refreshing him.Occasionally, Chris would hold him down, or cover his mouth to keep him quiet.

At the end of the night, he always sent Sebastian back to his room. Sebastian guesses he's trying to keep his distance.Obviously, it's up to Sebastian what (relationship) they are, but he either doesn't want to force a certain influence, or he just wants to prevent Sebastian from choosing to invest too much emotion.

In their restaurant in Italy, Sebastian's sink leaked.He didn't want to go to the front desk and complain, but the leak made it almost impossible to sleep.He tried stuffing a sock into the faucet, which worked, until he suddenly started worrying that he might break the sink, which would make him a worse guest than a complainer.

As he walks down the aisle, he meets Chris by the ice machine.

Chris grinned. "I'm completely jet-lagged. I'm going to have a drink." He shakes the ice bucket. "Who are you?"

Sebastian bit his lip.Words sound like lines. "I... my sink... leaked. I... I'm not picky, I just... can't sleep."

Chris shrugged. "I have two beds if you like."

Sebastian tries not to make his disappointment too obvious. "Two beds?"

After adding some more ice to his bucket, Chris replied, "Yeah, some of us got doubles. They don't have singles anymore. I guess there are other filmmakers in town."

"Yeah." Sebastian sighs. "Then, then... okay."

Chris smiled into the ice bucket and said, "We don't have to go to bed right away."

In his room, Chris poured him a glass of wine first, took a sip of his own and asked, "Are you okay? Is this okay? You seem a little nervous."

"I'm fine," Sebastian said into his drink. "Just tired."

"I've been meaning to ask if you need anything else? I know we're a bit limited here, but is there anything else you'd like to try? I mean, since you're staying overnight..."

Sebastian wants to sleep in his bed, but he worries that this particular option is no longer an option.He shrugged. "You know, you can be rough with me. I mean, I'm not... I like that."

Chris nodded. "OK."

He doesn't speak anymore, and neither does Sebastian.He took another sip of his drink.

"How much rougher?" Chris finally asked.

"Just… you don't have to be so gentle, I guess. You can push me. Say, say bad things." He remembered what Chris had said the first time.You were literally born for it.His skin began to burn, and he looked shyly at the floor. "I don't know either."

Chris grabs his chin, and Sebastian jumps. "I need you to make it clear to me, Sebastian."

"Order me." came out of Sebastian's mouth so fast that he didn't even realize he wanted to say it. Chris blinked at him in confusion.It wasn't what he expected, considering they were only just getting on track, but he recovered immediately.

He glanced at the wine in Sebastian's hand. "Either drink it up, or put it down." Sebastian immediately drank it down in one gulp, handing him the empty glass. "Good boy," Chris said, smiling as he put his glass aside. "I'm going to take a bath," he said. "I want you to pack my suitcase while I'm away. Set aside a suit for tomorrow morning."

Sebastian nods. "Yes, sir."

"I don't have special orders for things, as long as they are all neatly stacked, everything is stacked separately. If it doesn't satisfy me, you have to pack it all over again." Sebastian nodded.His body lightened strangely. Chris watched him for a moment, then added, "If you finish before I get out of the shower, I want you to get yourself a drink. Whatever you like, it doesn't have to be alcohol."

"Yes, sir."

Chris put his hand on Sebastian's neck and kissed the top of his head.Somehow, it seems more dominant than anything else they've ever done, and Sebastian's chest feels unexplainably warm. "Good boy."

The bathroom door closed behind Chris, and Sebastian started packing his things, doing his best to fold everything into a small, square pile.When Chris came out of the bathroom in pajama pants, Sebastian was sitting on the bed next to his unpacked suitcase, drinking his second rum and coke.

Sebastian always had the urge to stand in front of Chris, so he stood up immediately. Chris smiles and looks into his suitcase. "Very good," he says with an air of surprise, like he didn't expect Sebastian to live up to his standards. Sebastian couldn't blame him. Chris had seen Sebastian pack, and he'd never bothered to pack his stuff so neatly.

"Very good," Chris repeated happily, brushing Sebastian's hair with one hand and taking his drink with the other.He tugged at some of Sebastian's hair very lightly, to make sure it was all he needed. Sebastian lets his eyes close, Chris tugs hard, and Sebastian throws his head back with a yelp. Chris didn't let go. "Kneel down."

Sebastian falls to his knees like a rock at Chris' feet, and Chris still doesn't let go of his hair. There's something stirring in Sebastian's stomach, excited and delighted as he waits for the order.Sebastian opened his eyes when he felt Chris move his body and sit up on the bed.

He thought Chris would unbutton his pants, but he didn't.He tugged at Sebastian's hair again.This time Sebastian only allowed himself a small moan in his throat. Chris narrowed his eyes. "Open your mouth," he said, and Sebastian opened his mouth immediately.

Lifting Sebastian's jaw, Chris presses the glass to his lips, and Sebastian shudders as the drink trickles down his tongue.There wasn't much left, so what Chris put down was an empty glass. "Would you like some water?" Sebastian wasn't really thirsty, but the thought of Chris pouring a bottle of water into his mouth made him nod.

Letting Sebastian's hair go, Chris stands up and pulls a bottle from the minibar, then sits on the edge of the bed and presses it to his lips. "Good boy," he said, removing the bottle. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

Not sure if he should answer out loud, Sebastian nods, and Chris leans forward.There was a shuddering ecstasy from Chris kissing him while he was kneeling, in the lower position.It made him dizzy and warm, like he was about to 'sink'. As Chris backs away, he murmurs, and Chris stops.

Sebastian throws his neck back to continue the kiss, and Chris grabs his hair and pulls it back. Sebastian gasped, but Chris kissed him harder, making Sebastian dizzy.Chris watched his face for a moment as he backed away again.He runs his thumb back and forth across Sebastian's cheek and asks, "Do you need to come?"

Chris had just jerked him an hour ago, right before their interview.He slipped into his dressing room, and Sebastian was pulled onto his lap before he even had time to change.He never touched him after that.The alcohol in his system made him relaxed and a little greedy. Sebastian nods, and Chris tugs at his hair again. "Polite, Sebastian. Watch your words."

"Yes—" Sebastian breathlessly said, "Yes sir, I want to come, please."

Chris watched him silently. "Relax, Sebastian, it's okay," he finally said. "I'll be here to take care of you." Sebastian nodded again, dazed, before Chris took his arms and lifted him up, pulling him between his legs. "I want you to relax."

Sebastian nodded, and Chris cupped his head tenderly while looking him in the eyes, and after a moment, slipped his hands into his pajama bottoms. A whimper flies from Sebastian's chest, and he leans forward, trying to swallow it, but Chris tugs at his hair again.

"No," he said sternly, "don't do that. I want you to relax." He said firmly again. Sebastian nods, and falls into Chris' lap with a groan.He came almost as soon as he started shaking. Chris rubs his hands on his lap and kisses him. "Good boy," he said lovingly, but when Sebastian reached for his thigh, he pushed his hand away.

"I'm fine," he said, kissing Sebastian again. "I'm fine, watch me." Sebastian looks back at him eagerly, but Chris doesn't ask him for anything more.They just stay there, Chris watching his face and stroking his hair. Chris didn't say anything, and Sebastian waited.

"How are you feeling?" Chris asked after a while. "Comfortable?"

Sebastian nods. "Yes, sir."

Chris smiled and tucked his hair behind Sebastian's ear before kissing him softly and quickly again. "Go to bed." He nods toward the bed, and Sebastian climbs up, sighing to himself.A moment later, Chris sits next to him with a cold damp cloth to wipe him off. Sebastian watched for a moment, then leaned forward, licking his lips wistfully, until Chris leaned over to kiss him again.

The kiss deepens suddenly and unexpectedly, and Sebastian shifts greedily, hoping to draw Chris closer to the bed with him. Chris put his hand behind Sebastian's head and made a small, triumphant movement, and Sebastian's fingers tightened around the collar of Chris' shirt.

"Hi," Chris says, his voice softly exasperated, and he misunderstood Sebastian's intentions. "I said I'm fine, it's fine." Sebastian frowned.He wants to tell Chris it's not just for him, but it doesn't sound like he's throwing a tantrum, so Sebastian just lets it go. Chris smiled at him, kissed him on the cheek and went back to his own bed.

The next morning, Chris made Sebastian take a shower before gently pushing him out the door.They no longer slept in the same room.

Sebastian doesn't let this bother him as they move from hotel to hotel, but when the promotion ends and they get off the plane in New York, he panics. "Are you going home tonight?"

Chris looks at the gate leading out to the line of cars that will take him to the train station. "Yeah," he says suddenly, but Sebastian walks over to him before he can change his mind.

"You can come and stay at my house." That sounds a little too much, and Sebastian is talking nonsense, and the rest is coming out of him. "Sleep, you know. Think about going home tomorrow."

Chris was smiling when he looked at him. "That's all you can think of?"

Sebastian grinned and slung the canvas bag over his shoulder. "We can have dinner." Chris glances at the cars again, then turns to Sebastian.

"Lead the way, kid."

The taxi ride to Sebastian's place was peaceful, so Sebastian was convinced that a certain tension he felt wasn't there. Chris was smiling friendly at their driver and paid the bill on arrival.He hoists Sebastian's luggage over his shoulders, and Sebastian almost feels like he's being wooed as he pushes the suitcase behind him effortlessly.

Chris waits patiently at the door for Sebastian to rummage through the keys. "Actually, you don't need to carry this." He nodded to his canvas bag.

Chris shrugged with a smile. "I thought you said I was 'significantly stronger.'" Sebastian rolled his eyes, and that just seemed to be prodding Chris. "I don't want you to strain yourself," he quipped.

"Hello," Sebastian sarcastically pushed him through the door. Chris giggled and turned the canvas bag to the door, looking around.

"Where do I live?" he asked, pointing to the door in the vestibule. "I'll put my things away so they don't get in the way."

Sebastian hesitated before pointing to his room. "The last door on the right." Chris pushed the suitcase inside, leaning against the wall.He glances into the room, and Sebastian suddenly panics, afraid that Chris will see that this is not the guest room but his own room, but he doesn't say anything.

"So," Chris said, walking back into the living room, "what were you thinking?"

Sebastian knew what he wanted, but not how to ask for it.The publicity tour was exhausting, and the flight made his muscles tense. "I'm not kidding about dinner," he admits, and Chris smiles at him fondly. "But I wanted to... um, first..."

Chris waited patiently for a moment before prompting, "What do you need, Seb?"

"You... well, I guess I mentioned... tie me up, before," he said tremblingly. "I-I mean I know you're probably joking, but—"

"I'm not kidding," Chris reassures, and the strange tension in Sebastian's shoulders relaxes slightly. "That's all you need? Do you want me to tie you to something? Your bed? A chair?"

"Chair," Sebastian says without thinking, and Chris nods.

"Do you want me to do something to you?"

Sebastian felt a shudder. "Yes," he said. "But I think... I want you to decide."

Chris's eyes light up, and Sebastian's chest swells like it does every time Chris compliments him. "Do you have something that I can tie you up with?" Sebastian nodded.He has several silk ties in his wardrobe. "Okay," Chris said, "Go get it. I'll pick you a chair."

A chair from the kitchen was in the middle of the living room when Sebastian returned. Chris smiles at the tie in his hand. "Why haven't you ever worn these ties?" he asked in surprise but kindly.

Sebastian looked down at them curiously. "Do you want me to tie it?"

"Another day." Chris said softly. "Come and sit down."

Sebastian sat down, still, relaxed, heels against the front legs of the chair, arms flat on the arms.Chris had an inexplicably funny look on his face as he knelt down and bound his wrists and ankles.

"Are you sure you haven't tried this before?" he asked. Sebastian nods and Chris pats his knee tenderly before going back to tie him up. Sebastian waits for the tightness to tighten, but instead, he seems to be starting to go limp.

After tying it up, Chris asked, "Will it be too tight?"

Sebastian shook his head with some difficulty.His whole body became sluggish and heavy.But it doesn't matter. Chris checks it again anyway, running his fingers into each tie.Sebastian's whole body tingles at the light strangulation of his skin, but his mind is at peace.

"How does it feel?" Chris asks, running his hands through Sebastian's hair.The touch made Sebastian slightly dizzy, so it took him a moment before he nodded.

"…Okay." He blurted out, and Chris' eyes darkened.It made Sebastian feel desired, and a shudder ran through him.Hands slid down his hair to his cheeks.

"I want to shave you," he said after a while. "May I?"

Sebastian nods.

"Do you want anything else?"

Sebastian shook his head.He wants Chris to do whatever he wants.nothing else.Not now. Chris seemed to understand.He nodded. "I will be right back."

Chris leaves for a moment, then returns with a bowl of water and Sebastian's razor and shaving cream.After kissing Sebastian's forehead, he rubbed shaving cream over his face. "Hold your head back," he said softly, gently pushing Sebastian's head back against the chair before he could do it himself.

Sebastian's head was slightly dizzy, and he closed his eyes, letting the wet blade slide up his jaw.Every nerve in him sings.

"I'm going back to Boston tomorrow, so I'll take you to a nice place for dinner first," Chris said, his voice soft as if he was afraid someone might overhear.The breath blowing against his face made Sebastian shudder. "But I want you to look good for me."

Sebastian nodded, swallowing the ridiculous urge to tell him he didn't have to stay just one night.Just think for yourself.I just want him here.But that would be ridiculous.They've only been doing this together for a little over a month.

But, when Chris finishes shaving Sebastian's jaw and lifts his head to shave the rest, he opens his eyes to see Chris' expression. When Chris shaves the razor just under Sebastian's lower lip, his tongue sticks out, and Sebastian is too dazed to realize he's moved until Chris involuntarily exasperates, "Don't laugh."

Getting it right just made Sebastian laugh even more freely.He almost felt drunk. Chris laughs and flicks his ears. "We're not going anywhere if you wear a mustache," he teases, and Sebastian nods, swallowing a laugh. Chris waited a while and went back to shave him.

Chris took his time and Sebastian let his eyes close as the blade scraped across his face.It makes people feel calm and gentle.Sexually uninvolved, different, like the protective calm that Chris felt when he bathed Sebastian on the promo tour.

I want you to look pretty for me.The thought made something click in Sebastian's head.He wants that too.Want to look good for Chris.Want to make him happy.He wants to be good.

Finished, Chris runs his hand over Sebastian's face. "Perfect." He whispered, almost talking to himself. Chris ran his thumb over his mouth, Sebastian's lips parted, and Chris asked, "Are you sure that's all you want?"

Sebastian nods. "I want... I want to be beautiful for you." He tried hard.

Chris let out a long sigh of relief. "Oh boy," he whispered, taking Sebastian's head in his hands as it began to droop forward. "You're such a good boy, Sebastian, look at me." Sebastian blinked before Chris realized, smiling softly at him. "You look perfect."

Sebastian smiles back, and Chris leans forward to kiss his forehead again. "Let's go to dinner first," he said, in a sweet voice. "I'll be able to reward you later."

Sebastian nodded, mouth starting to dry.

"Are you ready to let me loose this?"

Sebastian looked down at the chair. "Can you kiss me?" he asked his feet.The words came out of his mouth so simply, why he was so entangled in this before thinking about himself.When Chris lifts his chin, he's grinning brightly, and Sebastian feels inexplicably complete.

The kiss was tender but too short, and Sebastian was somehow dizzy and out of oxygen when Chris pulled away. "Are you ready?"

Sebastian nodded, and Chris pulled the tie off his wrist first. When Sebastian reached out to help untie his ankle, Chris slapped his hand.When he's done, Chris pulls Sebastian up, grinning smugly as Sebastian falls on top of him.

"Go change." Chris said with a slight push. "All black. You look good in it." Sebastian nods, and Chris looks down at the tie in his hands. "This tie," he added, throwing him a lavender tie. Sebastian nodded, took the tie, and strolled back to his room.

He was still changing clothes when he heard Chris talking at the door. "I thought you said this was my room."

"Yeah," Sebastian replied nervously, trying too hard to look casual as the belt missed a catch.

Chris appears beside him without warning, without looking Sebastian in the eye, and puts the belt on. "This is your room," Chris said, snapping his belt buckle. "You only have one room?"

"I think we're a little past your rollaway situation, Chris."

That made Chris laugh out loud. "Is your guest bed a rollaway?" Chris laughs again as Sebastian nods again, ruffling his hair. "My God, you are really hopeless."

"Hello," Sebastian mutters, and Chris kisses his cheek, tucking his tie under his collar. Sebastian looked up automatically as Chris put on his tie. "where are we going?"

Chris smiled. "Good place. You look great." That must have made something flash across Sebastian's face, because Chris asks, "Do you need to cum before we leave?"

Sebastian wanted to say 'yes. ’ but because he remembered what Chris had said earlier.I will reward you later.He wants to be good.He wanted to be worthy of that reward.He wants to make Chris happy.He shook his head. "After that."

In the restaurant, Sebastian had to bite his cheek to keep still. When Chris notices, he gets up and squeezes his neck as he walks past him. "Shall I get you a drink?" he asks softly, and Sebastian nods.

He came back, put the drink in front of Sebastian, and squeezed his neck again. "Relax," he whispered. Sebastian waits until Chris nods before bringing the drink to his lips.

He couldn't concentrate on the menu. Chris watched him fidget, frowning after a moment. "I shouldn't have asked you to go out without—"

"No." Sebastian cut him off.He wants to be good.He didn't want to disappoint him.He can be nice. "I just need—" he swallowed nervously, and asked, "Can you order for me?"

He didn't expect Chris to jump in his seat.He opens his mouth to speak back, embarrassed, and notices that Chris is breathing heavily. "Of course." Chris said softly, so softly that Sebastian could hardly hear him.Something warm and calm ran through Sebastian, and the air seemed to freeze instantly.It helps, handing over control of the night to Chris.His body relaxed a little more.

Chris ordered steak for himself but Sebastian ordered lobster, which Sebastian thought was extravagant (coddled), but he liked it. When Chris ordered, he could feel himself blushing, so he kept his head down.Even if the waitress feels weird, she doesn't show it to them, she just smiles, takes their menu and disappears into the kitchen.

Chris calls him out of his thoughts and asks, "Are you sure that's it? I can call her back." Sebastian shakes his head, but Chris doesn't look convinced at all. "You look a little flushed."

Sebastian giggles awkwardly. "yes."

Chris nodded. "Okay," he said firmly, "I need you to go to the bathroom and wash your face in cold water, okay?" Sebastian nodded and stood up immediately before Chris could even finish his sentence. "Back after a few deep breaths," he added before Sebastian left for the bathroom.

The cold water helped, and after taking three deep breaths, Sebastian's reflection in the mirror seemed to return to its normal color.When he sits back at the table, Chris is smiling. "Good boy," he said a moment before the waitress came back to refill their water glasses.

Sebastian ate a little faster than usual, excited to go home. Chris seemed to notice, but he didn't speed up his meal, he just smiled smugly while eating.

When they got in the car back home, Chris reached out and squeezed Sebastian's neck hard. "You've always been good," Chris told him, digging his fingers into the ends of his hair. "Just be patient."

Before the door can close completely, Chris grabs Sebastian's shoulder. "Undress and wait for me in the bedroom." Sebastian ran out immediately, nearly tripping over himself as he pulled off his trousers.

Chris walks in while Sebastian is completely undressed, still fully clothed, and Sebastian has a memory of sitting on the edge of the hotel bathtub, and Chris starts taking off his coat.

Sebastian reached for Chris' belt, but Chris slapped his hand away. "No. Go to bed and wait for me."

Sebastian nodded and sat down as patiently as possible, watching Chris undo his tie.He whimpers when Chris doesn't bother to take off the rest of his clothes, and Chris just pulls out his tie. "Arms out, wrists together."

Sebastian complies wordlessly, and Chris wraps his tie around his outstretched wrists. Sebastian's pulse quickened in his ear.Somehow, Chris was different with his own tie.is exclusive. Chris holds his neck firmly until Sebastian looks up from his bound hands.

"Can't come until I say it. Do you understand?"

Sebastian shuddered. "I—yes, sir."

Chris nodded and pushed Sebastian onto the bed. "Good boy," he said, turning to search through Sebastian's strewn clothes until he sat up with Sebastian's tie.He slips the tie between the ties around Sebastian's wrists and tugs until he can wrap it around the gap at the head of the bed.

Sebastian squirmed in resistance, pulling tentatively a few times.

"Too tight?"

"No, sir."

"Good." Chris put a hand on Sebastian's chest. "Now, stay still." Sebastian nods, and Chris grins, leaning in to kiss his neck, slipping his hands between Sebastian's legs. Sebastian gritted his teeth and gasped.He's desperately longed for some kind of touch ever since Chris tied him to the chair.

Chris must have realized it, and groaned sympathetically. "You've always been so good." Sebastian's breathing quickens as Chris' hand slowly strokes his cock. "I was wondering if I could train you to ejaculate on command," he said against Sebastian's jaw. "I don't even have to touch you, just say the word and it will make you come whenever I want you to."

Sebastian jerks, the tie tightening around his wrist as he tugs forward. "Take it easy," Chris whispered, smiling. "We'll get there. For now, I want you to stay still." Sebastian swallowed, tensing his waist against the bed. "Very good," Chris told him, sliding off the bed.

He stops kissing just below his ribs, and Sebastian blurts out immediately, "God—!"

Chris giggled, a breath of air teasing Sebastian's skin. "Don't move," he warned again, taking Sebastian into his mouth.

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