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It took Sebastian a moment to finally get his jaw to work properly. "Chris…" His voice is low, ecstatic in a way he's sure to be embarrassed, if he's feeling anything else than what he's feeling right now. Chris doesn't look at him, but closes his eyes slowly, and he breathes low on Sebastian's shoulder.

Chris lets out a staccato grunt through his teeth, and Sebastian yells at the sensation of Chris' orgasm inside him.He's dizzy and limp, and Chris jerks out so quickly that Sebastian nearly collapses.Letting him sprawl over the kitchen sink, Chris tucks himself back into his pants, grabs the lube and walks away.

It took Sebastian a while to pull himself together, straightened up from the counter and followed him, whimpering.

He didn't adjust or clean himself in any way, because Chris didn't say he could.He hadn't said he could move either, but Sebastian needed him.He staggered into the living room, stepping on the trousers that covered his feet. Chris is lying on the couch watching TV like he's always been here.When he notices Sebastian, he gives him a smile and pats the edge of the sofa cushion.

Sebastian knelt down beside the couch, but Chris grabbed his chin, forced eye contact, and clicked his tongue. "Okay, come on," he mutters, patting his chest, and Sebastian jumps up and curls up on top of him.Lie down, he whines, his cock still hard, and Chris puts a hand on his neck. "Shh, it's okay."

Sebastian nods, convinced, but it takes another few minutes for Chris to reach up and stroke his cock. Sebastian squirmed, but Chris' grip on his neck tightened.

"Stay still." Sebastian nods, and Chris holds him there, stroking his cock until he's barely breathing. "You want to come?" Sebastian nodded, and Chris pushed him high enough to slap Sebastian in the face. "Answer me clearly."

Sebastian still had trouble with words. "Y-yes, sir," he mumbles softly, and Chris pulls him back against his chest, whispering admiringly.

"Cum, baby," Chris says softly, and Sebastian releases like he's been whipped. Careful not to let him make a mess, Chris puts his hand up to Sebastian's mouth, and with the other hand rips out his hair commandingly.

Sebastian opened his mouth obediently, sucking on Chris' fingers until he pulled them back clean with a soft 'boo'. Sebastian dropped his head, contentedly leaning against Chris' chest until a hand tugged at his collar.He jumped up instinctively, but Chris held his head in place with one hand while he undid the collar from his neck with the other.

"You're dirty," Chris said, pushing him off the couch. "Go take a shower." Nodding, Sebastian stood up and rushed into the bathroom.Standing in the shower feels weirdly unnatural.He looks down at the smooth tile and considers kneeling, but Chris doesn't tell him to, so he doesn't.

Sebastian's mind went blank as he lathered himself.The soap stings on his wound and he shudders at the sensation running down his leg.The hot water burned his skin, and he stood watching his chest and arms turn red.

He washed himself thoroughly twice, inserted his soapy fingers inside, and took off the shower to rinse himself off. Chris got him dirty.He almost wants to stay like this because it's Chris, but Chris wants him clean.

The ointment was on the sink when he got out of the shower.He wasn't sure if Chris expected him to do that, but he squeezed some into his hand and rubbed it into his own scar.It feels weird to do this by myself.But it also feels good.

He's not in a rush, but by the time Sebastian returns to the living room, Chris is still lying on the couch.He pulled the towel off his waist and put it over his head to dry his hair.

Chris looks up at him, and then Sebastian shuffles back to him without saying a word.He knows Chris wants him here.He didn't have to waste time saying it. Chris looks satisfied when Sebastian kneels at his feet, a smug grin on his face as he runs one hand through Sebastian's hair.

"Good boy," Chris said softly, snapping the collar back around his neck. "I need you to be good for me."

Sebastian nods silently.He is willing to do anything.

"I'm going home tomorrow, so I need you to tell me the truth when you need me, okay?"

"What?" Sebastian's voice cracked before he realized he hadn't said more than two words in almost an hour. Chris frowned and Sebastian shook his head.He doesn't want to leave, and Sebastian knows he doesn't.

"I have to go home, Sebastian, I can't stay here."

"You've only just gotten here," Sebastian insists, climbing onto Chris' lap. "I still need you now."

"Don't be too greedy," Chris said firmly, and Sebastian reacted without thinking, biting Chris' throat. Chris jerks and Sebastian releases him immediately. Chris pulls him back into his eyes, and the look on his face makes Sebastian flinch.

"What's this?" he demanded. Sebastian felt like a kid who got scolded for misbehaving. Chris didn't hit him the way Sebastian expected, wanted.And he wasn't entirely sure what that was supposed to mean.Seeing that Sebastian didn't answer, Chris' expression softened, and he repeated, "What's this?"

"Don't go," Sebastian said, breathing heavily — tense. "Don't go, you promised not to go."

"I'm not leaving," Chris says, exasperatingly innocent in his confusion. "I'm leaving tomorrow." Sebastian glared at him, and Chris just sighed. "Sorry. I didn't mean…" Sebastian didn't know what to say to the look on Chris' face, so he gave up.

"Okay," he said, even if it wasn't good at all. "We can, uh. We can go to bed, if you want. If you're leaving tomorrow morning." It's his passive-aggressive offensive, so Chris scrunches his face.

"I don't have to leave tomorrow morning," he said. "The last train to Boston doesn't leave until after midnight, so I can stay."

That made Sebastian feel a little better.He nodded, feeling guilty when Chris yawned. "Okay," he said. "Let's go to bed then." He tugged at Chris's hand, and Chris let himself be pulled into the bedroom. "I'll make breakfast for us tomorrow morning."

Sebastian finds it exasperatingly difficult to hold his anger while Chris sleepily wraps him around, imprinting a kiss on his collar. "I'll make us lunch," Chris promises softly, and Sebastian squeezes his hand.