You said as long as we are careful enough

When he shows up at Chris's door the next morning, Chris answers almost immediately, looking at him with such sheer excitement that Sebastian's stomach shudders. "I missed you yesterday." He said with a hint of concern. "What have you been doing all day?"

Sebastian's stomach churns nervously.He hasn't felt anxious around Chris since coming to Boston, but right now his heart is pounding in his chest and his palms are sweating. "Uh, what the heck," he replied awkwardly, sitting down on the couch.

Chris's smile fades away and his brow furrows, like when he's afraid something's wrong. Sebastian hates him like this, especially when there's no reason to.He took a deep breath and looked up at him.

"I'm going to look at that list again." He said hastily.

For a moment, Chris looked a little terrified, but at least the worried expression was gone. "oh?"

"Yes. Selected a few things."

Chris nodded. "Okay." He asked after a pause. "What things?"

Sebastian shyly rummages through his pockets before handing over the crumpled hotel note. Chris smiles, and taps the paper away from Sebastian's fingertips to see what he's written.As he read, his eyes widened, his smile faded, his mouth opened as if to ask a question.

Before Sebastian can feel that he's made a mistake, Chris coughs lightly. "You, umm. You want a collar?" he called out, and the way his voice knotted made Sebastian smile.He nodded, and Chris nodded silently.

For a moment, he said nothing more.He sits next to Sebastian, very close, knees touching. "If I gave you a collar, would you understand what it would mean?" Sebastian nodded again, but Chris said anyway, "A collar means you belong to me. Totally. Do you agree with that?"

"Yes," Sebastian said, feeling like it should be said out loud.His voice is soft as Chris runs his thumb down his throat.He didn't even realize it until he spoke.

"You're going to need my permission for almost everything. No more hanging around unless I give permission first."

Sebastian watched as Chris' eyes were fixed on his neck.He wonders if Chris is aware that he's staring.His pulse is pounding and he's almost sure Chris can see it through his skin.He swallowed. "Will you fuck me?"

Chris froze.It took a moment for his eyes to find Sebastian's. "That's all you want?"

Sebastian takes a deep breath. "Yes."

Chris glances down at the paper in his hand, as if double-checking the words - making sure they haven't changed into something else.He met Sebastian's eyes again. "This is... what you want now?"

Sebastian wasn't expecting this.He turned to look at the window behind them, the curtains were open, letting sunlight stream into the room.Right now?He looked back at Chris, who was following his gaze to the window in bewilderment. "Yes."

Chris swallowed, crumpling the paper with his fingers. "Okay. I can… do this. We, uh…" He stared at the paper in his hand, and Sebastian didn't know what to say. Chris swallowed again. "Bedroom, come here." "Zhang Christian

Sebastian jumped to his feet and followed Chris into the bedroom, his heart pounding.He was still very nervous.He doesn't want to be nervous.They went into the bedroom and Chris grabbed his hand and said, "Go over there and take off your clothes."

Sebastian does as he's told, feeling strongly that Chris is watching his every move. Sebastian gulped and looked at him.It didn't seem weird before that he hadn't taken off his clothes since they started this thing.

"You—you don't have to…?" He knew Chris was shy.He didn't want it to sound like a request. Chris frowned like he didn't understand, and Sebastian shrugged. "Am I going to be the only one naked?"

"Oh." Chris was surprised when he asked. "Uh, no, I don't think so." Sebastian felt too guilty to say anything. Chris looks down at his feet as he undresses awkwardly.But when Sebastian looked up, he couldn't breathe.He'd almost forgotten about Chris' tattoo.

That movement seemed to make Chris even more embarrassed.It took him 1 minute to drop the shirt on the ground. "Sorry, it's just—I haven't undressed as myself in a while." He laughed, but it sounded unbearably awkward, so Sebastian did the only thing he could think of, barging into his space Here, standing on tiptoe, captured Chris' mouth with a kiss.

"To be fair." He grinned as he backed away, "There's nothing I haven't seen." Chris grimaced, and Sebastian let out a hysterical giggle. "I paid a lot of money to see "Counting Your Bedmates." I'll let you know."

"Oh my God," Chris said, rolling his eyes. "I'm very sorry."

Sebastian laughs and goes to undo Chris' belt, relaxing as Chris lets him undo it and open his pants. "Don't be too hard on yourself, your ass is worth 13 yuan."

"Nothing in that movie is worth thirteen dollars," Chris groans. "I feel like I owe you compensation. Can't believe we're talking about this."

"I'm just trying to relax and get your pants off," Sebastian says with a wink, and Chris jokingly pushes him onto the bed.

"You're an idiot," he said, smiling as he stepped out of his jeans.

Sebastian collapses on the bed and Chris climbs on top of him, hesitating tenderly and surprisingly.He seemed even more nervous than Sebastian, which was weirdly calming. Sebastian sits up on his elbows and kisses him until Chris relaxes and regains control. Sebastian groans as Chris presses against him.

The kiss is tender and open, almost like being overly pampered. Sebastian knew he was blushing, but was too stunned by the attention to speak, and just quietly let Chris hold his head and kiss his neck until Sebastian squirmed against him uncontrollably.

Finally, Chris' arm reaches for the nightstand drawer and fumbles it open, scratching until he pulls out a bottle of lube. Chris sees Sebastian looking at the thing and flinches, like he's worried.

"I'll go as slowly as you need to," Chris says earnestly, and Sebastian nods.He was just trying to say he got it, but Chris must have taken that as a nod in favor of slowing down, because his pace was maddeningly gentle.

"I've done it before." Sebastian gasps helplessly as he gently presses a finger into him. "You don't—treat me like glass."

"I don't have to do anything," Chris replied, his voice sarcastic, adding slowly. "I…" There was a sudden stop, and Sebastian looked at him curiously.

"You—you can…" he says suddenly, "You can rough—" but Chris shakes his head, cutting him off.

"I want to be careful," he whispers, and Sebastian smiles knowingly.

"You—you haven't, have you?"

Without his clothes, Sebastian noticed for the first time that Chris was blushing all over, his eyes fixed on the lower part of Sebastian's face. "What?" finally Chris asks, stuttering the way Sebastian brushes his fingers against them.

"D-did, fuck…" Chris' eyes flick to Sebastian's face, then focus away, and it takes Sebastian a moment to get himself together. "Did it. You said you gave blowjobs, but you never said anything about—" He stops abruptly, realizing with inexplicable panic that he's going to be Chris's first time.

Chris didn't answer.The other hand cups Sebastian's face. "I'm going to take care of you." Sebastian never doubted that.He nods and Chris kisses him. "I'm going to—take care of you," he repeated tremblingly.

For the first time, there's anxiety in Chris' voice, and Sebastian feels guilty bringing it up.He is not worried.He never worried that Chris would not take good care of him.He cups Chris' face in his hands, and Chris grunts as his fingers move inside him. "I know," he finally managed. "You don't have to be so careful. I know."

Chris stopped kissing him and smiled smugly, watching Sebastian groan and squirm against him until his hands picked up speed again.

"Tell me," Chris said, breaking the kiss, and Sebastian frowned in confusion.

"S-tell…?" was all he could say before Chris cut him off.

"Tell me what other people are like. Your first time. I want to hear it."

"Fuck-fuck." The lust at the thought burns through Sebastian's skin, and his mouth is already moving as soon as his brain responds. "Three-third grade."

"College?" Chris asked innocently, and Sebastian felt a little empowered.

"High school," he answered breathlessly, and Chris's entire face lit up.

"In your good private high school." He pretended to be surprised and clicked his tongue, stretching him methodically, and wiggling his fingers deliberately. Sebastian nods frantically, mouth open.

"U-uniform," he exhales, and Chris' hand pauses for a moment.

"Tell me," Chris repeats, more violently than before, and Sebastian nods, spreading his legs lewdly as he speaks.

"I let the valedictorian fuck me," he said, trying not to utter nonsense every time Chris shoved into him. "He needs to—he needs to forget about just—just dumping his boyfriend before graduation, and I—fuck!—I wonder what it's like."

Chris hums to show he's listening, fingers move slowly, Sebastian just keeps talking.The more he talked, the faster Chris moved. "I've been with girls. But I'm...curious. I want to—to compare."

"God, you're such a little slut." Chris smiled smugly, and the trembling that ran through Sebastian's body was so strong that Chris stopped, staring wide-eyed as he struggled to control himself.

"Yeah!" he manages, and Chris's hands move again, lips on his chin.

"go on."

"He's big - plays - fucks - rugby and stuff, and we don't really know each other, but I - look like enough of his ex. From - from behind." Chris' breathing quickens With increasing speed, the memory began to flood back into Sebastian's head. "We were still in the lounge for the first minute, and I knew—he was upset and asked if he—needed something, and the next moment he... Oh my god! Push me on the table."

"Fuck." Chris's voice sounds thin, but Sebastian speaks faster.

"It's—not at all like now. He's fucking me." He nudged against Chris, begging wordlessly, and continued. "I don't—have to hold on to the table to keep from—fucking the floor."

Chris moaned, but still with only two fingers, slow and deliberate, already starting to drive Sebastian crazy. "He grabs- grabs my hair. Dirty. Perfect. Fucks me all over and- and on the table with cum, his- his hand on my cock."

His hands gripped Chris's hair, and he couldn't stop. "Fe- feels so good! Chris, I want it so much, he's so fucking good, hitting me over-over and over. Tell me I'm making-cute little movements...”

"Oh, you are," Chris grumbles, burying his face in Sebastian's shoulder. "Beautiful voice."

Chris added a third finger without haste, and by this time Sebastian was gibbering, shaking against his hand. "Please fuck me," he cried, desperate, forgetting all his stories. "Please, please, I need, I need—God, Chris, please fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me fuck me!"

"Be patient," Chris reprimands, but his voice is so tight that Sebastian can feel him shaking.He whimpered, low and soft, and heard Chris' breathing quicken and heavy in his ears.He reached out and scratched at Chris' chest, and Chris froze.

The lack of movement only made Sebastian's fingertips grip him harder. "Fuck, please. Please!"

"Shhh, it's okay." Chris said softly, sliding his hand away to apply lube to his cock. "Relax for me."

'Obey' flashed through Sebastian's mind, and he nearly went limp, letting Chris play with him until he felt his cock slide into him, pushing him out.He gasped, and for a moment, everything stopped.

"Sebastian." Chris looked at him worriedly. "Look at me." Sebastian meets his eyes, and Chris smiles, almost to himself. "Okay?" Sebastian nods, and Chris leans down to kiss his jaw. "Good boy," he said, stroking Sebastian's hair, and Sebastian shivered.

Chris starts to move, a kind of steady pace that makes Sebastian move to meet him, twisting his waist faster and harder. "Please—" he said, grabbing the air. "Please—please, push harder…" Chris looked at him closely, breathing fast, and Sebastian groaned and choked.

"Please, I want to—fuck…fuck me, please." Chris swallowed heavily, but nodded.After a few moments, he gradually picked up speed until Sebastian could no longer match his charge.All he can do is bear it; the sound he makes when Chris smashes into him is almost a scream.

Sebastian wraps his legs around Chris' waist, and the change of angle makes them both groan. Chris' hand slid down to grab Sebastian's thigh, lifting it over his shoulder.

"Fuck!" Sebastian's voice is hoarse and panting. Chris watched him for a moment.

"Another one."

Sebastian lifts his other leg over Chris' shoulder, almost folding himself in half.The angle sent a string of words flying out of his body, and Chris smiled smugly at him, putting one hand on his face and propping up the bed with the other.

Chris' thrusting is serious again and Sebastian can barely breathe.He cried and reached for him, scratching his arm.

Chris only acquiesces for a moment, then lets out an unmistakable growl, and one smooth movement places Sebastian's hands on the bed. Sebastian isn't sure if it's the restraint or the fucking movement Chris made that made him start shaking.

The adjustment makes Sebastian's legs slide back onto Chris' waist, but it doesn't seem to matter.With so much space between them, Chris leans forward, teeth digging into Sebastian's neck.

Sebastian lets out a cry, and Chris bites harder, letting go of Sebastian's left wrist, and slips his hand between them, jerking him off. Sebastian keeps his arm still, as if Chris is still holding it against the bed.

When Chris notices, he lets go of Sebastian's throat, his hand on Sebastian's cock slow enough to make him cry. "Oh boy." He almost purrs in Sebastian's ear as he lets go of his other wrist. Sebastian clasped his arms over his head and remained still.

Sebastian sticks his throat out, expecting Chris to bite again, but Chris presses against Sebastian's jugular vein with his free hand.It was light enough for him to breathe, and he could still talk if needed, but it was so hard that he had to pant. With Chris still inside him, Sebastian is dizzy.

Holding his neck up, Chris stares at it, thumbs pressed into the socket of Sebastian's throat so Sebastian continues to tremble, inspecting the bite marks he left.Sebastian moaned as fingers pinched the bruised skin.

The hand on Sebastian's cock picked up speed, and Chris' other hand pinched harder on his neck for balance. Sebastian couldn't keep quiet, couldn't stop begging.He's so close to breaking down, it's overwhelming, he's so desperate, and Chris is looking at him like never before.It was possessiveness and pure bestiality, and it was driving Sebastian back.

Chris must have realized that too, his eyes had grown unbelievably dark. "Mine." Sebastian nodded.His whole body is on fire, he's so close to breaking down, and Chris is shivering against him. "speak out."

"Your," Sebastian said breathlessly, automatically responding, and before the words had even left his mouth, he was shooting all over his stomach.

Sebastian's new orgasm makes Chris soften immediately.He stopped thrusting into him and kissed his neck, his face. "Good boy." He whispered over and over again. "What a good boy," he told him again, after only a moment. "Now I'm going to turn you over." Sebastian nodded, dazed.

He rolls over on his knees, and Chris grabs the back of his neck tightly.Reassuring and relaxing.Everything else in his mind went blank.He belongs here.He wants nothing more. Chris puts weight on his neck and starts to move, and Sebastian immediately collapses onto his elbows.

"Yes." Chris said suddenly, "You are."

It took Sebastian a moment to realize he was talking, repeating the word 'your' over and over like it was the only word he knew. Chris leans over, pressing against Sebastian's back, turning Sebastian's head to meet his mouth.

Sebastian twitches as Chris cums inside him.This is the mark of possession, like the collars of the future.He was full, the heat was almost unbearable! When Chris backed away from the kiss, Sebastian opened his mouth to speak, but his voice fell silent.All that comes out of his mouth is a soft sigh of contentment as Chris kisses his neck.

While Sebastian was still shaking, the hand on his chin slid down his throat and onto his collarbone. Chris backs away, Sebastian hangs his head, flinches, and Chris pulls out of him, falling beside him with a contented groan.

Sebastian automatically climbed onto Chris' chest, listening to his shocked laugh with a smile.

"I guess I'll have to clean later," Chris said, his voice soft again.

Sebastian opened his mouth to say 'just a minute', but the words all came together and stuck on Chris' shoulder. "Uh huh~~~~"

"You're shaking." Chris' arms wrap around him protectively, and every inch of Sebastian's body feels heavy. "Am I being too rough with you?"

"No." He felt Chris smile against the top of his head.

Chris pats Sebastian on the shoulder tenderly as he drifts off to sleep. "Come on," he said, kissing Sebastian's temple. "We should go take a shower."

Chris goes first, and Sebastian curls up in the warmth of the bed until Chris comes out, playfully throwing the towel over Sebastian's head. "It's your turn, Popeye," he said with a chuckle, and Sebastian stood up in exasperation, moaning again because his back hurt from the action.

Chris' hand was immediately on his back. "Are you OK?"

Sebastian smiled and nodded, and Chris pushed him gently into the bathroom. "Be careful not to slip, kid." Sebastian turned to him with a mocking look, closing the door behind him.

Sebastian came out of the bathroom, still toweling his hair, when Chris suddenly appeared over his shoulder.He must have been dressed while Sebastian showered, and Sebastian tried not to feel disappointed. "Arm down."

Sebastian lowers his arms, swallows, and suddenly the strap wraps comfortably around his throat.In just a moment, Chris pulls the tape back to look at the number next to his thumb.

"You're staying here," he said, putting the tape measure in his pocket. "I'll be right back. You can do whatever you want."

He moves immediately, and Sebastian has to ditch his underwear and scramble into his jeans to catch up to Chris before he's out the door. "Where are you going?" he asked petulantly.

Chris looked at him, his hand already on the doorknob. "Shopping." "Handle istian

Sebastian stares blankly at the door closing behind Chris.After standing awkwardly for a moment, he went back and picked up his shirt from the floor, went into the living room, turned on the TV, changed the channel absently, and waited for Chris to come back.

He had been gone for almost two hours when Sebastian heard the front door open.

"Holy shit!" Sebastian yelled, getting up and blocking him in the doorway. "Where the hell have you been?! Beginning to think—" His words are stuck in his throat as he sees the black band of thick leather in Chris' hands.It wasn't a surprise to see him there, but it still gave him a shudder like an accident.

Chris giggled. "Well, the Pet Mart is closer, but I think you deserve something better."

Sebastian was about to sneer sarcastically, but all he could get out was an exasperated 'Ah! ! ! ’ He rushed to Chris, and Chris reached out, grabbed his elbow as he came within arm's length, and led him over.

"Are you sure you want this?" Chris asked again. "It means I make a lot of decisions, but you can always use safe words with me. You know that, right?"

Sebastian nodded, his voice breaking as he answered. "Yes." "Broken head astian

"Look at me." Sebastian basically shuddered with anticipation.He blinks, looking away from the dog's collar to meet Chris's eyes. "If this is going too fast, we don't have to do it now, okay?" Sebastian nods, but he doesn't know why Chris is telling him this.He was the one who asked for it.

Chris lowers Sebastian's arm, fingers brushing over the bite mark he left on Sebastian's throat.By the touch, Sebastian knew there was a bruise there.When he started talking again, Chris' voice sounded different, like he was holding his breath. "You can tell me you don't want it anymore, and I'll always be happy to take it back. Or not. Whatever you want."

"I will," Sebastian said softly.

Chris let out a long breath. "Okay." His hands immediately wrapped around Sebastian's neck, and he slipped the leather through the silver ring neatly, and buckled it up. "Okay. How do you feel?"

It's a momentary (feeling) that Sebastian can't explain.He felt protected and wanted more than he had ever been in his life.But it's more than that.It's as if he suddenly realizes that he's actually been wanting to crawl out of his skin for years, and now he's finally not - like those (skin) seams that he's been resisting all his life suddenly don't exist.His mouth was dry, and he could only nod.

"Can't stand it?"

He never wanted to take it off again.He reached out, grabbed the collar, and squeezed the leather tightly in his palm.He shook his head.

Fingers in his hair scratched the back of his head reassuringly. "Would you like to sit down?" Sitting down sounds like a good idea. Sebastian nodded again, and Chris gently led him to the sofa, looked at him tentatively, and Sebastian collapsed on the sofa.

"Sebastian, can you talk?"

Chris's voice is sweet and concerned, but something in the phrasing sounds like a command, like making sure a dog remembers its tricks.It made Sebastian dizzy. "Oh my God," he managed, almost a murmur. Chris crouches down in front of him, crouching by the sofa.

"Take a deep breath, okay? Exhale, inhale." Sebastian imitated his movement and began to increase the amount of breathing, and Chris relaxed with him. "Are you sure you can bear it?"

Sebastian nods. "I want."

Chris runs his soothing hand over Sebastian's back. "Okay," he said, lifting his head to kiss the top of Sebastian's head. Sebastian leans forward to kiss him back, and Chris lets him kiss, holding the back of his head and holding him there.

At first, he's cautious, tentative, but as the kiss deepens, Chris moves forward, pushing Sebastian against the couch, lifting his head and climbing onto him. Sebastian groans. Chris cupped his face and held him tight, but kissed him softly and majesticly.Sebastian had to blink the gold stars out of his eyes as he pushed away to catch his breath.

"Chris…" He had a willful urge to tell him he loved him, so he had to bite the tip of his tongue to keep the words from escaping from his mouth.Then he fell silent, debating whether to ask Chris if he loved him, but all the words died in his throat.

It doesn't matter. Chris is patiently waiting and watching him like he's precious, so that's enough.It may have been a long time before he finally gathered up the courage to ask a question he already knew the answer to. "Do you want me?"

Chris is on top of him immediately, pulling him to level, wrapping his knees around his waist.The sofa is only big enough for them to hold this position, so Chris has to lean over and put most of his weight on the arm of the sofa behind Sebastian's head. "Of course I want you," Sebastian whispers between kisses on the chin. "You are mine."

Sebastian lets out a low sound from the back of his throat, and Chris bites the skin around the top of Sebastian's collar. "It's mine." He said again: "It's my good boy."

It wasn't until Chris sat up that Sebastian realized he was wriggling his pants off and stared stupidly.A second later, he helps Sebastian take off his pants, wordlessly tugging at the hem of Sebastian's shirt, before turning around and pulling his jeans back to his thighs.

Sebastian was making soft movements and Chris even pulled him into his lap. "God, look at you," Chris said reverently, running his hands up and down Sebastian's body, fingers resting on his collar. "Seb..."

There was a strain in his voice, like he needed something.want something.Something Sebastian could do if he asked for it.As long as he knows what that is, he will do it. "Tell me." Sebastian whispered tremblingly. "Tell me what to do."

Chris smiled at him warmly and stroked his face with his hand. "I'm going to get something from the bedroom," he said. "Wait here."

wait.He can wait.He nods, and Chris slides off him. Sebastian whimpers, suddenly feeling empty and alienated, but Chris returns quickly with a tube of lube and pulls him back into his lap.

"Shh, hi," Chris whispered, stroking his hair back. "Hi, I'm here." Every touch was a tightrope walk between 'just enough' and 'barely bearable'.It reminded him of the moment before he jumped on the train to Boston—everything felt sharp against his skin—but this time it was different.There was a certain control over it all, a power he had never felt before.

"I'll start slowly," Chris told him. "It's just a collar for now, okay?" Sebastian slowly closed his eyes.He feels heavy.warmth.He nodded. "Be obedient and patient with me, Sebastian."

"Yes, sir." He'll do whatever Chris asks.

"Remember the safe word?"

"Yes, sir."

"What is it?"

"Red means stop. Yellow means...slow down."

Sebastian doesn't remember ever feeling this calm, this sense of security.Don't think about anything.Don't be afraid of anything. Chris stroked Sebastian's whole body with his hand again, Sebastian's body moved according to his own instinct, leaning forward