You said as long as we are careful enough

Sebastian stayed put for the next few days.As always, the novelty of finishing work wore off quickly, and it wasn't long before he was irritated to get out and find something to do.Usually at this time, the gym would be his best choice, and it would ensure that he had an advantage in the fight between fitness and choreography, but he was afraid that he would go there before the hickey disappeared and be seen wearing gym clothes.

With fewer options to choose from, Sebastian forced himself out of the house, spending most of his free time in the coffee shop.He was always glad he had bothered to come here.Letting himself fiddle with his collar or Chris' scarf unconsciously, wondering what his collarbone looks like underneath it.He always had a book with him, but it was never a long read.He is too easily distracted by the gaze of passers-by, and he has to admit that since becoming famous, it has become more interesting.

Whenever he noticed someone watching, he liked to wonder how they recognized him.Generally not difficult given his (past) record.Most of the time it will be one of those two or three roles.A girl stopped him one morning, begging him to autograph her Winter Soldier comic.

"Oh wow, you came prepared," he pointed out jokingly, smiling broadly.

She laughed, pinning her hair behind her ears. "I'm also here to read books." She said sweetly, pointing to Sebastian's foreign novels. "I didn't expect to be so lucky." He smiled and signed his name neatly on the footer, clutching his scarf tightly with the other hand.She left his table, immediately turned on her mobile phone, and started typing furiously, but she might be too shy or not interested, and didn't ask for a group photo.

The next day, when he was about to head out, he took a picture of his neck and sent it to Chris before trying to decide whether he should wear a collared shirt or a scarf.He hasn't looked in the mirror though, but he's still habitually surprised when Chris replies 'I'll see you tomorrow' after a few seconds.With a grin, Sebastian picked out a T-shirt and headed out for the day.

That night, Sebastian went to bed with his collar on again, but he barely slept.

Chris declines Sebastian's offer to pick him up at the train station and takes a taxi to his place, which Sebastian is happy about because he doesn't have to restrain himself anymore.He nearly knocks Chris over while he hits the door for a hug. Chris laughs, letting his chest shudder against him, and closes the door with his foot. "I miss you too," Chris said into his hair, kissing his cheek.

Fingers brush Sebastian's neck and freeze when they touch the leather of the collar. "Oh my God, Sebastian. You—" Sebastian starts to duck, panicking at Chris's tone, but Chris's hand grabs the D-ring, restraining him. "You put it on yourself?" Sebastian nodded. "I didn't even... tell you to go..."

A shiver burns down Sebastian's spine.For a second, his knees felt like they were going to bend.He wanted to kneel down. "Think—I want to be ready." Chris nuzzled him like he couldn't help himself.He tugs gently, and Sebastian leaps forward easily.

"Good boy," Chris said, taking a deep breath. Sebastian suppressed a shiver.He could see that Chris wasn't ready to get into situations.It's been a while, and he wants to be gentle. Chris coughed lightly, and when he spoke again, his voice was steady. "Have you looked at the list again?" He lets go of Sebastian and waits until he nods. Chris pushed him gently. "Go get what you wrote and let me see it."

When Sebastian came back, he was in the kitchen, putting a crisper in the fridge. "What are you doing?"

Chris glances back. "Oh, I just...brought dinner." He said a little shyly. Sebastian tilts his head and Chris shrugs. "You can't have pasta every night, can you?"

Sebastian rolled his eyes. "Ha ha."

When Chris goes through the list again, Sebastian is curled up next to him on the couch, smiling as Chris absently runs his hand through his hair. "If I knew you liked being humiliated so much, I wouldn't be so polite to you," Chris quipped after a moment, and Sebastian elbowed him, and he laughed. "No, that's fine." Chris said seriously. "However, if you don't like something in the end, you must tell me, okay?"

"Got it," Sebastian replies, and Chris kisses the side of his head.He noticed the bag Chris left at the door, and asked, "Did you come here directly to find the hotel?"

Chris looked a little embarrassed. "Uh, yes. Sorry, shouldn't I? I just thought—"

"Stay with me," Sebastian blurted out without even thinking. Chris doesn't seem to expect that either, and Sebastian wonders why. "How long are you going to stay in the city? Just live here."

"you sure?"

"Yes." Sebastian climbed onto Chris' lap and kissed his face. "Totally sure."

Having him here is reassuring.Since the tour ended, just being around Chris was almost enough.Relaxing physically and mentally, the control has already been handed over to Chris like an unspoken rule.Hours later, the craving starts to mount.They're sitting on the couch watching TV, Chris playing with his hair, and Sebastian is increasingly aware of how hard he's trying not to squirm.

He wonders if Chris notices the tightness in his shoulders, or the way he can't stop changing positions. Chris must have noticed that Sebastian is almost on top of him. Chris' breath choked against his head, and Sebastian looked down to see himself squeezing between Chris' legs. Sebastian coughed and asked innocently, "Did you bring a (dog) leash?"

Chris looked down at him with a smile. "Yes, of course. Do you want it?" Sebastian nods, and Chris jumps to his feet, pulling the belt out of his bag. Sebastian watches him move awkwardly. "Come on," he said, hooking the leash around Sebastian's collar. "Do you think of anything else, or..."

Sebastian nodded anxiously, then dropped to his knees on the floor at the foot of the couch. Chris understands, and pulls his pants down from his waist, then screams as Sebastian pushes him onto the couch and helps them drop completely. Chris recovers quickly, wraps the belt around his hand, and pulls Sebastian slightly against his thigh.

Sebastian opens his mouth and lunges forward, wrapping his lips around Chris' cock until it touches the base of his throat. Chris sits up a little, moves back, but Sebastian is sobbing, jaw clenched, and Chris' hips tilt back until he swallows Chris down his throat.

"S–Sebastian–" Chris stammers out his name, and Sebastian looks at his face and takes a deep breath.He had never been so flustered before, blushing and staring.His hands were shaking, and Sebastian could feel the slack of the belt dangling against his throat.And Sebastian groaned, the slack tightening immediately.

Sebastian meets Chris' eyes, shuddering at the way he looks down at him.Eyes blurred, lips slack. "God, Sebastian..."

He sounds so at ease, Sebastian can't take his eyes off him.He wants to stay here, kneeling at Chris' feet like this (now). Sebastian swallowed hard and Chris inhaled through gritted teeth, sliding one hand out of Sebastian's hair and cupping his cheek.

It didn't take long for Chris to go mad, muttering under his breath, the hand on the leash still tearing at Sebastian's hair, and the other dropped to his chin. "God, you're such a good dog," he moaned, watching with half-lidded eyes, watching Sebastian curl up on him until he suffocated.

He could feel his cock pressing against the zipper of his jeans, and he tried to move his crotch in a way that relieved the stress.His knees tingled, his arms started shaking, and he was so close to orgasm.He groans and Chris shudders. "Oh, fuck!" He momentarily breaks eye contact with Sebastian, rolling his eyes back before he can control himself.

"What a perfect boy," Chris tells him tremblingly, Sebastian's cock twitching and his eyes losing focus but never leaving Chris's face.Don't look away.Can't look away.

Chris seemed more limp than usual, his movements slow and awkward.The thumb slides between Sebastian's parted lips and his own cock, and Sebastian feels like his own muscles have turned to lead. "How proud your mother must be."

Shame runs up Sebastian's spine and he groans.The orgasm hit him unexpectedly, igniting every nerve that had crossed the limits of his senses.His body suddenly trembled from hypersensitivity.He cums in his pants like a teenager.No touching, no permission.

Tears sting in the eyes.He had wanted to be good.He murmured, his lips sliding faster on Chris' cock.He needs him to come now so Sebastian can be punished.At the moment, the tears are running, and Sebastian can't tell if it's from choking on Chris' cock, or the depravity he feels doing it after Chris said that, but it feels so fucking good, Can't care less.

Chris's body tenses and he bends over Sebastian, coaxing tenderly. "You were her good boy too, weren't you?" he asked, Sebastian shaking all over, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"You came, didn't you?" Chris asked, his voice tense. "I-I know you cum, it's okay. You're still—good." Sebastian saw Chris close his eyes before he could continue. "You want to cum out of me before you get punished, don't you?"

Sebastian makes soft noises of approval against Chris' skin. Chris leans forward and as Sebastian swallows him back, Chris pokes at the root of his throat again, the taste of cum flooding Sebastian's mouth.

Sebastian backed away, coughing through the wetness, trying to catch his breath through the tears.When he reaches up to wipe his eyes, he notices Chris staring at him. "I—I'm sorry," he choked out, but Chris grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away. Sebastian licks his lips, sniffs, and then jumps as Chris' hand tightens in an instant.

Sebastian's voice drops. "gentlemen?"

Chris leans in to kiss Sebastian's cheek. "Are you ready for punishment?"

Sebastian nodded, and Chris kissed him again, pulling hard with the hand holding the belt, and Sebastian fell earlier, landing on Chris' lap. (Although) before the punishment, he gets so close and weird, but Sebastian almost melts into it, letting Chris plant kisses along his face and neck.

When Sebastian didn't answer right away, his teeth sank slightly into his throat. "Speak," Chris hisses against his skin.

"I bought, bought—" Sebastian stutters as Chris' tongue slides against his chin.It took him a moment to realize that Chris was licking his tears away.Sebastian's crying just now had aroused his desire. Sebastian suddenly felt dizzy. "I bought a hairbrush." ​​Chris moaned, pulling Sebastian into his lap, his tongue gently licking along the tear trail to Sebastian's throat.

"Then how much do you think you should take?"

Sebastian throws his head back, and Chris immediately puts his head in his hands.It took him a while to respond, but Chris didn't forget to be patient, let go of Sebastian's wrist, grabbed his shirt, and pulled him close, the tip of his nose dripping dry tears on Sebastian's neck.

Sebastian wonders if Chris knows what he's doing right now. "Twenty." Sebastian decides softly. "Don't—please don't be soft."

Chris' nails dug into the side of his body, holding him firmly. "I won't," he promises, lips against Sebastian's collar.

Sebastian thought Chris would ask him to take off his clothes again, but he didn't.He reaches out and begins to undress Sebastian himself, gently and carefully. "Do you want me to tie you up?"

Sebastian nodded, and Chris nodded, and after helping him take off his pants and sticky shorts, he pushed Sebastian to his knees again. "Come on," he said, tugging on the strap. "Follow."

Sebastian felt as if his brain had become dull.He stumbles and crawls, and Chris leads him down the hallway to his bedroom.It's weird looking at my own apartment from this height, like it belongs to Chris at the moment.

Chris gently pulled the strap off and let him climb into bed. "Come here," he said, leaning over to tie Sebastian's hands with the ends of the belt, forcing him to rest his head on the bed.

Chris ran his hand along his back and asked, "Where's the hairbrush?"

Sebastian closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "bathroom."

Chris comes back with a hairbrush and asks, "Do you still want me to count?" Sebastian nods, licking his lips.

The first stroke of the head of the hairbrush is nothing like a belt.It felt quick and solid, and with a snap, Sebastian jerked forward.

Sebastian grunts, and Chris says simply, "One."

The second stroke was even more painful, and it fell directly on top of the first stroke, turning the dull pain into a stabbing pain. Sebastian gritted his teeth and sucked in a breath, and Chris pushed even harder for the third and fourth strokes.By the time Chris says "six," Sebastian gasps, legs spread.He could feel the bruises forming on his butt and thighs with each count.

"Hard!" Sebastian heard himself begging, as Chris put another hand around his neck and pushed him into the bed, smacking his ass for the seventh time. Sebastian groans helplessly against the sheets, and Chris breathes heavily, trying to count out loud enough that Sebastian can hear it through the pulsating roar in his ears.

On the next hit, Sebastian cries out, nearly drowning out Chris' stifled "eight." The sheet under Sebastian's face is wet with tears, and he can't stop begging.He just wants it, doesn't want to stop.He lifted his ass to meet the blow, shivering helplessly, pain radiating from his ass.

After counting to ten Chris hesitated.He let go of Sebastian's neck, waiting, but Sebastian just groaned, "Please don't—don't stop." Then No. 11 dropped so hard that he lost his balance and fell forward again.

Pain lit up his spine all the way.He could hear himself praying, but he couldn't understand the words.He didn't even know if he was still talking.His tongue became clumsy in his mouth, too heavy to use properly, and he couldn't stop panting to catch his breath. Chris puts his hand on Sebastian's back again.

Sebastian listens to Chris's voice, tense with each count, until it's almost an inaudible grunt: "Thirteen, fourteen — God, Sebastian! —"

His words sounded like Sebastian heard them from the water. Sebastian's head fell forward, onto his hands, as he leaned back to meet the blow of the hairbrush.Every inch of his body that wasn't bruised was completely numb.His brain shut down completely.His fingers gripped the sheet tightly. Sebastian's mouth was still working, but if there was any sound coming out, he knew it would be something no one could understand.

He heard 'nineteen' and he wanted to shoot.He knew he wasn't hard again yet, but he was still somehow on the verge of orgasm. No. 20 hit his ass loudly and Sebastian broke down, whimpering against a handful of sheets.

After a few breaths, he heard Chris place the hairbrush on the bedside table like an echo. "Sebastian?" Chris asked softly, lifting Sebastian's head from his arms and pulling the sheet off his face. "Sebastian, can you hear me?" Sebastian narrowed his eyes and Chris frowned.It takes a moment for him to realize that he hasn't nodded, but when he does, Chris is untying him.

"Are you okay?" he asked cautiously, rubbing Sebastian's wrist. "Do you remember how to stop me if you couldn't talk?" Sebastian nodded again, then realized that Chris might want a proof.He holds up two fingers, and Chris kisses the back of his hand. "That's it, my boy."

Chris crawls up to him and pulls him until Sebastian's head is under his chin. Sebastian snorted, rubbed his nose, closed his eyes and listened quietly, slowly coming back to himself.It's always such a strange feeling, maybe it's more lost than falling into the subspace (surrender domain), it feels like the whole world has become clear, and you can even hear the movement outside the door.

He knows Chris can see that because he doesn't let go of him and keeps holding Sebastian against his chest, fondling his sweaty hair and soothing him softly every time he moves too fast or mumbles.They were silent for a long time before Chris asked with a smirk, "You really didn't own a hairbrush before you started expecting me to hit you with it?"

Sebastian felt his face flush. "Me too!" he growled. "Just—just not the kind that dries other (hair) brushes. It's plastic and it's very thin."

"You mean like a comb?"

Sebastian nudged Chris, who gave a little 'ooh' and giggled. "I know the difference!" Sebastian insists.And Chris's smirk is no less than half, Sebastian muttered petulantly: "I brush my hair!"

Chris sighs. "Yes, honey, I know," he sneered. "Your hair always looks beautiful."

Sebastian kicks Chris hard, trying to push him off the bed, flushing. Chris just laughs and rolls onto Sebastian, pinning him affectionately against the mattress. "I was just joking," he said, kissing Sebastian's neck. Sebastian tries to look sadder, but Chris whispers into his chin, "You're always beautiful." Sebastian short-circuits for a moment.

Chris slid a hand under Sebastian's leg and pinched his thigh, making Sebastian hiss in pain. "I'm going to take care of this. Do you have salve in the bathroom?" Sebastian nods, and Chris kisses him before disappearing into the bathroom.

Chris wipes Sebastian over with a hot towel and turns Sebastian over. "These (injuries) may take a while to go away." Chris leaned into his marks slightly, sounding apologetic. "I didn't think I'd lose control, but—"

"You didn't," Sebastian assured him. "It's what I really, really want."

Chris gave a low 'yes' but didn't say anything, stood up and rummaged through Sebastian's dresser. Sebastian blinks. "What are you looking for?" he asks softly, shifting as much as possible from where Chris left him, looking at him.

"Some... ah, found it." Chris came back to him abruptly, handing him a pair of plain old sweatpants he usually wears to the gym. "These pants are supposed to be very soft. I want you to be careful. Jeans probably won't be a consideration tonight."

"I'll be fine," Sebastian told him, but took the pants anyway and sat up slowly to put them on. "I think-"

"I know you want it," Chris interrupted knowingly. "But now it's me trying to make you comfortable, okay?" That seemed important to him, so Sebastian fell silent.

He nodded. "Okay, okay."

Sebastian can't sit still for the next half day, instead choosing to nestle next to Chris with his head on his lap as they relax on the couch. Chris absently draws patterns on Sebastian's arm, and they watch the TV until he breaks the silence: "Are you hungry?"

Sebastian looked up. "Yeah." He remembered Chris putting something in his refrigerator, so he nodded and smiled. "Yes, what did you bring me?"

Chris grinned. "One Pot Beef Stew."

Sebastian blinks and sits up so Chris can stand up and walk back to the kitchen. "You made me a pot of goulash?" he asked, following in his footsteps. Without looking at him, Chris took the crisper out of the refrigerator.

"Uh, no," Chris admits, and Sebastian is almost sure to blush. "I just brought you a pot."

"From where?" Sebastian asked cautiously. Chris laughed again.

"My mother's house."

Sebastian didn't know why he was smiling. "Your mom made me a pot of goulash?!" he asks, and Chris shrugs and giggles.

"It happened last night. I went to see her, and she asked me to bring you dinner." He said casually, and divided the crisper (the contents) into two bowls.

"You talked to your mother about me?" Sebastian said in a teasing tone.

Chris shrugged. "I tell my mom everything," he replied, honest and casual, popping the first bowl in the microwave.

Sebastian paled. "What?"

Chris turns his head.It took a moment to catch Sebastian's reaction. "God, God, not 'everything.'"

Sebastian nodded, but he still had to ask. "She knows us, uh..." He gestured between them.What the hell is this?They haven't really said anything about how to define this.After a pause so lengthy that it almost draws attention, Sebastian decides awkwardly, "...to sleep together."

Chris shrugged and checked the time on the microwave. Sebastian wonders if it's because he doesn't want to watch him answer. "Yes." SE Bastian

Sebastian wasn't sure how to react to that. "Okay," he said tremblingly.

Chris turned back and smiled at him. "Oh, what's up?" he asks playfully, pressing himself against Sebastian, slipping his thumb into Sebastian's waistband. "Afraid what she will think of you?"

"Exponential (increase)." Sebastian replied directly, but Chris was still smiling.

"It's fine." Chris said sincerely. "We sleep together. It's the 21st century, and she doesn't expect us to get married." Sebastian opens his mouth to be sarcastic, but the microwave dings obnoxiously and Chris turns to get it.

The moment passed, but the words still seemed to hang in Sebastian's head. Chris shoves the bowl into Sebastian's hand. "Sit down." He said firmly. "wait for me."

"Yes, sir." Sebastian said condescendingly, and after hesitating for a moment, he went to wait for Chris in the living room.He doesn't touch the food and tugs at his trousers distractedly until Chris joins him, smiling and kissing the top of Sebastian's head before sitting down.

Sebastian said nothing while they ate.The fabric of his pants thinned at the knees, and he tugged at them anxiously, trying to make sense of what Chris had said.After what seemed to be a few hours at the back of his mind, Chris finally asked, "Is everything okay? You haven't eaten much."

"You-you…" Sebastian looked down at his bowl. "What the hell did you... say?"

He felt stupid for being so ambiguous. For a minute, Chris looks like he's going to ask Sebastian repeatedly if he's okay, before he suddenly realizes it. "Oh, it's just..."

Sometimes, Sebastian finds it comforting to have Chris being as clumsy as himself in this matter. "She asked how the tour was going, how was it going, you know, stuff like that."

"Every time I go to a promotion, she's worried, you know, because of my anxiety — so I tell her we've started something to help with stress during the promotion, and she's happy to hear that. It's She insisted that I bring you the pot of goulash, because I asked to come."

Sebastian wanted to ask for details. (wondering) How he explained 'something started' and if she asked for elaboration on it.He must still look wary, because Chris adds briskly, "She's not going to call you in and ask you to explain what you want with her son." Sebastian teases.It looks like he has no answer.If possible, he would rather ask her this question.

He cleared his throat and tried to refocus. "Well, the beef is delicious," he said with a smile. "Tell her thank you."

Chris laughs like it's a joke, but there's a little relief in his shoulders by the time they finish eating.

After dinner, Sebastian jokes that he shouldn't be doing the dishes, considering Chris wasn't the one who cooked dinner. “I scrubbed the many plates from actually cooking this pot of beef,” Chris points out defensively, but begins to stand up until Sebastian pulls him back onto the couch again.

"Oh, don't be childish," he said, rolling his eyes like it was going to take a lot of work. "I'm going to brush."

The water had barely heated up when Chris came up behind him and reached over to turn off the water. Sebastian doesn't react until Chris takes the bowl from him and puts it back in the sink. Sebastian smiled confusedly. "What are you doing?"

Chris doesn't answer, thumbs slide into Sebastian's pants waistband, pulling them up his thighs, suddenly reminding Sebastian of how sore they are. Sebastian freezes, and Chris puts down the bottle of lube from the bedroom and wraps his other hand around Sebastian's throat.

Chris pulls Sebastian down until he has to spread his arms out on the countertop, basically on his stomach over the sink. "Hold!"

Chris is silent, preparing for him, wrapping his free hand around Sebastian's neck.He didn't know what had triggered it, but his expectations were clear.He spreads his legs, flinches, and Chris maneuvers him forward, onto the counter, so Chris gets a better angle to insert.

He fucks inside him hard, each thrust sending Sebastian slamming against the kitchen counter and Sebastian leans against it, begging helplessly.Never felt so comfortable, so sudden. "More, god, harder, please, more…" Every thrust made contact against his bruise, and the pain made everything feel like Sebastian's bones were melting out of his body.

He was so sore, he couldn't stop murmuring. Chris stops holding Sebastian and pulls him up against his chest, pressing them as close as possible. Sebastian said a soft 'yes' and ran his weak hand through Chris' hair.

Chris still doesn't say a word, changing angles until he fucks into Sebastian with such violence that his legs are nearly lifted off the ground. Sebastian could barely speak, only gasping and moaning.

Sebastian's skin tingles, blurring his vision.His head falls back on Chris' shoulder, and then he sees his profile, the sweat on his brow, biting his lower lip.He was looking down, eyes on Sebastian's shoulder, he had never looked so beautiful