You said as long as we are careful enough

his shoulders. Sebastian lets out a moan of pleasure, and Chris leans in, kissing him until he's smothered.Pushing away, he whispers, "Say." And Sebastian doesn't need to be told at all.

"Your," he said, his heart beating faster. "Your, always yours first. Never—" He stops suddenly as Chris grabs his cock with one hand.

"I didn't say stop," Chris says, moving his hand back and forth once, making Sebastian shudder.

Letting himself go, Sebastian nodded. "Your, sir. It's yours. It's yours." Chris's other hand grabs Sebastian's throat and pushes up, lifting his chin. "It's just yours, Chris, please, please—" He swallows, and Chris' breath catches at the sound of his own name. "Please tell me."

Chris doesn't know what he wants. Sebastian was afraid he wouldn't say it at all.But Chris's hand on his cock kept a slow, maddening rhythm, and Chris leaned forward and took his in his mouth.The kiss was soft and slow and open, sleepy, like Chris was only half awake. "Watch me, Sebastian," he said as he stepped back, and Sebastian was already watching.

Sebastian realizes suddenly that he's holding his breath, but he's not letting go. Chris's gaze locked onto his, and the two of them were completely still, except for the steady movement of Chris' hands on Sebastian, bringing him straight up the summit. Sebastian's eyes quivered, and Chris's forehead fell on Sebastian's.

The silence seemed to stretch on for hours.Finally, Chris whispers, "Come for me." Sebastian's body opens.His hands fly out to perch in Chris' hair and he comes.Then he hears Chris exhale and it's like, "Oh my God!"

They lay soundless, panting, recovering themselves.After a while, Chris chuckled, "Okay, now you really need to take a bath."

Sebastian snorts, but stops suddenly as Chris brushes his sticky hand over Sebastian's chest.He looked up at Chris, whose eyes were dark and focused on the mess. "Chris—"

Chris looked up and winked at him.He looks startled, like he doesn't realize what he's doing, and Sebastian glares back at him.He wants to beg Chris to do what he wants.It doesn't matter what it is.Anyway, I can always stop him. Chris reaches for his neck, and for a split second Sebastian thinks he's trying to strangle him, but just unhooks his collar.

Sebastian frowned, and Chris sat up and kissed his cheek. "Let us clean you up."

Sebastian noticed the bruises first when he climbed into the bathtub.His knees were covered with dark bruises, and the skin on his ankles was ripped from the tie.He stares down at his legs until Chris twists them into an easier-to-clean angle. When Chris reaches for them, he touches them lightly with his fingers first, and Sebastian groans.

"Noticing you staring." It was the first thing Chris said after they entered the bathroom. "Good or bad?"

"Okay," Sebastian replies, feeling his throat go dry, before Chris runs his fingers over the scrapes again.For the first time, Sebastian remembered the bite mark on his neck.He forgot to look at it in the mirror.He reached out to feel the pain radiating into the collarbone. Sebastian licks his lips.

While bathing him, Chris didn't say anything.And Sebastian lets himself close his eyes while Chris washes his hair.After he was silent for another minute or so, the atmosphere seemed to turn into an unnerving silence. Sebastian wanted to ask what made him so silent when Chris coughed lightly and stopped. "I think you should go back to New York tomorrow."