You said as long as we are careful enough

They fell asleep later than they had planned, and it took even longer to actually get out of bed because Chris wouldn't stop kissing him. Chris was in the shower when Sebastian started frying eggs, but they ended up overcooking because Chris got out and pinned him on the counter, slipping his hand down his pants.

Chris puts his arms around Sebastian tightly, pressing his head into his shoulder and jerking him off. Sebastian wishes Chris would let him see his face, but when he brings Sebastian to orgasm, all he's left to focus on is the sound of Chris breathing. Chris held Sebastian in his arms and stayed still for a moment before stepping back to wash his hands, then with a smile on his face, he almost spatled the burnt egg into a plate for himself.

He almost teases Sebastian, acting calm and reserved, in the moments between those moments when he jumps up and pins him to the nearest flat surface.It's almost like the ticking clock he's set for his visit has made Chris greedy.He can't seem to keep his hands off Sebastian for a moment to eat.If he didn't think this behavior would stop, Sebastian would have said something about it.In fact, Sebastian wasn't enough either.

Before their plates had moved from the breakfast table in front of them, Chris pulled Sebastian off his chair and into his lap. "How's the bruise?" he asked affectionately, sliding his hand up the back of Sebastian's thigh and squeezing it. Sebastian hisses and nods, like that's an answer, and to his surprise, Chris accepts.

"I'm going to fuck you again," he said, gripping the waistband of his pants, and Sebastian nodded again. "Good boy." There's something exciting about keeping quiet.About the way Chris created the answer for him. One of Chris' fingers goes through the D-ring of Sebastian's collar. "I want you to ride me."

Sebastian nodded shudderingly, already wriggling to get his shorts off. Chris looks at him with a smile. "I bought you a present," he said. "I would have saved it for another time, but you've always been so good..."

Sebastian's pulse quickens.He smiles, and Chris smiles at him, proud.He tilts his head and mutters, "You've been quiet this morning. So let's make a deal." Sebastian was already nodding, and Chris pulled him a little closer. "For the rest of the day, I want you to only talk when I want you to." A shudder runs through Sebastian's body, and he nods, mouth slack.He's curious again, vaguely, as if Chris knows how to read his mind.

"Except for the safe word, of course." Chris ran his fingers over Sebastian's lips. "And if you can be obedient, I'll give you a gift in advance." Sebastian swallowed, licking Chris' fingertips with his tongue.He nodded again, and a smile played on Chris' lips.

"Go get the (dog) leash, baby."

Sebastian falls from Chris' lap, staggering to find the belt.He found it on the bedroom floor, and as he knelt to pick it up, the thought went through his head and settled in his lap.He wants to be as obedient as Chris wants him to be.

His heart was pounding in his chest, and his whole body was tingling.He wants to be good.He wants his gift.He can be good.He puts the belt in his mouth and crawls back into the living room, where Chris is waiting on the couch, pajama pants hanging low on his hips, caressing himself lazily.

When he saw Sebastian, he froze suddenly, his eyes widening. "Oh shit."

Sebastian puts the belt down at Chris' feet.Sebastian leans down and kisses the ground in front of him as Chris grabs the belt in his hands, and Chris groans. Sebastian doesn't look up immediately.This is where he belongs.This is the position he aspires to be.

"Sebastian…" Chris calls out to him, but Sebastian feels safer.very powerful.He kisses the toes of Chris' toes, and Chris pulls his foot away, his ankle resting on the back of Sebastian's neck. "The other one," he says, sounding out of breath, and Sebastian shifts, leaning down to kiss his other foot.He held his face there for a moment, then gave in to instinct and licked it with his tongue.

"Don't be so dirty," Chris snapped, lightly kicking Sebastian's other foot under the chin and lifting his head. Sebastian followed obediently.His vision blurred, but he could still see the almost sinister expression on Chris's face. "Your tongue has a better use." He leaned over and captured Sebastian's mouth with a kiss.Sebastian swallows a murmur as the buckle snaps into place, and Chris pulls quickly and hard. "Come up."

When Sebastian climbs into his lap, Chris tucks two fingers into the waistband of his shorts. "Take this off." Sebastian nods, wiggling it off, leaving it on the floor, and straddling Chris' thighs, glowing with the way Chris smiles.

Without saying a word, Chris begins to prepare for Sebastian, remaining silent until Sebastian shudders at the slow, maddeningly gentle rhythm of his fingers trying to keep quiet. "My good boy," Chris said, his voice low. Sebastian bit his lip. "You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?"

Sebastian nods wildly, letting go of his jaw as Chris' fingers curl up inside him. "tell me."

"Anything, sir," Sebastian said gruffly, trying to stay still.Be good, be good, be good.The one holding his belt snapped down, forcing him to bend forward.

"Tell me why."

"It's yours." Sebastian moaned, so close to orgasm he knew that even Chris blowing on his cock would be enough to make him come. As if Chris could tell, his fingers started moving more slowly, slowing down until Sebastian gritted his teeth and remained still. "Because I'm yours, sir. You own me."

Chris snorts approvingly, and Sebastian lets his forehead rest on Chris' shoulder as he inserts a third finger. "Yes, I own you."

Sebastian let out a breath that sounded too much like 'Yes' so Chris pulled him back on the belt and slapped him across the face.Sebastian winces at the sensation of the cock. "Only if I allow it, Sebastian."

Sebastian nods under his breath, and Chris lets him fall back on his chest, speaking tenderly. "Stop talking without permission, Sebastian, or I won't be able to give you gifts." Sebastian nodded, grateful for a second chance. Chris kisses his cheek—still sore from the slap.The kiss was somewhere between provocative and apologetic, and Sebastian swallowed hard, breathing through his nose, dizzy with arousal.

He won't speak.He wants to be good.The hand gripping Sebastian's belt rubs reassuringly against his neck. Chris wanted to give Sebastian his reward too, and Sebastian knew it.He will not tease him in vain.He wants that as much as Sebastian.

Sebastian's breath caught because Chris pulled his hand out of him and slapped the bruised flesh on his thigh before moving Sebastian onto his cock.He hesitates wordlessly, looking into Sebastian's eyes, Sebastian nods, gasps through clenched teeth, and Chris slides slowly into him.

Sebastian sighed and groaned, dizzy from the stretch.He clutches Chris' shoulders, kneels up, pulls himself down, and repeats.He heard Chris gasp, and moved faster and harder, his skin starting to burn from the little movements he made against Sebastian's ear.The hand on the belt gripped Sebastian's hair, and he cried out, rolling his eyes back, and Chris pulled his head back and forced him to look up at him.

"You really want to come, don't you?" Chris said softly, wrapping his other hand quickly around Sebastian's cock. Sebastian didn't stop, nodding while trying to blink to see Chris clearly. "But you're not going to come, are you?" Sebastian shook his head, and Chris touched his cock again.

"You're such a good boy, Sebastian. Always been a good boy." Sebastian nods again, and then Chris lets go of his cock, slips his fingers into his mouth, and wets them.The feeling of something on the tongue works like a switch, instantly turning off all the advanced features.His mind lost his sense of self, and his body became hazy and ecstatic.

Sebastian finds him looking at his hands when Chris pulls his hand back to take Sebastian's cock again. "Recognize me, baby?" he asked, his voice soft and controlled. Sebastian nods.recognize him.Always know him.He licks his lips and Chris imitates him immediately. Chris' eyes blurred, flickering, and Sebastian was moving faster than himself.

Chris let go of Sebastian's cock and wrapped his hands around his waist, holding him in place. "Bite me," he says, panting, and Sebastian wants nothing more than to do what he says, but Chris still has one hand in his hair, holding him in place. "Shoulders," he specifies, and Sebastian nods. "Do your best."

Sebastian opened his mouth to say 'yes sir' but then remembered he wasn't allowed to speak and leaned over to sink his teeth deep into Chris' shoulder. Chris is screaming!Then he wedges himself hard into Sebastian.Spots of white light danced in front of Sebastian's eyes, and he tightened his jaw, biting into Chris's skin.

Chris' hips are slamming into Sebastian's body, so hard that his body falls towards Chris, moaning with his shoulder in his mouth, and Chris shoots into him. Sebastian heard the soft sigh against his ear. Chris hasn't made him come, hasn't pulled himself out of Sebastian's body yet, but he tugs on Sebastian's hair, and Sebastian lets go of his jaw, licking the deep tooth mark he left like a kitten, until Chris tugs belt.

"Look at me," he emphasizes, and Sebastian pulls back to make eye contact. Chris still looks a bit taken aback, and he puts his hands around Sebastian's face.At first, he didn't say anything, just looked at Sebastian's face for a moment before pulling him in for a quick kiss.

He returns his hand to Sebastian's cock and pulls away, keeping their eyes on each other. "Cum," Chris says without warning, and before Sebastian can close his eyes, the orgasm hits him hard.

Sebastian shifts positions on Chris' lap, still shuddering, forcing Chris to lie down on the couch so he can easily bend over and lick his own cum from Chris' belly. Chris stared blankly.He didn't say a word until Sebastian had licked him clean, then said hesitantly, "Sebastian?"

Sebastian looked up eagerly, and Chris cupped his chin, pulling his face into his eyes.The contact felt unnaturally strong on his skin, so Sebastian closed his eyes and shivered.Everything still feels too hot, too close. Sounding oddly curious, Chris asked, "You can talk now, Sebastian. Tell me how you feel."

Sebastian's tongue sticks out immediately to wet his lips.This is a difficult question and takes too many words.He whimpered and whimpered.He wants to be good, wants to answer, but he can't.He couldn't think anymore.too difficult.It's too hard.His skin is burning.He just wants to be good. "Thought…" He opened his eyes to see Chris waiting patiently.He swallowed, Chris' fingers brushing Sebastian's throat.His eyes light up when he hears Sebastian's voice.

"You're still so tense," he pointed out. Sebastian nods without hesitation, and Chris tilts his head. "Does it feel like you're about to cum again? Tell me?"

Sebastian looks at him confused. "I—" he gasped, "I...can't, I..."

Chris smacked his lips at him, stroking his cheek tenderly. "Relax, Sebastian. Listen to my cum."

He didn't come, but that's another story.Something full and heavy, and Sebastian can't help himself, weeping and pressing hard against Chris, letting the feeling run through him.His heart was pounding against his ribs, and his mind felt clearer than he could remember.

Chris can't seem to stop touching him, his hands caressing his face, stroking his hair. "I found you," he said, and Sebastian realized he was shaking. "I found you, it's okay." Sebastian doesn't know how long they've been sitting like this, he can't stop shaking, Chris keeps shaking him.

"We should go take a shower," Chris finally said. "I'm going to take your collar off, okay?" Sebastian was about to nod, but flinched when Chris reached out. "I'll put it back on for you right away, okay?" Chris tells him softly, kissing the side of his head. "I'll stay by your side." Sebastian nodded, but Chris didn't reach out, instead pulled him by the belt first and led him into the bathroom.

Chris started to fill the bathtub, then turned to take off the collar, but stopped when he reached for it.He considered it for a moment, then pulled off the belt. Sebastian understood, and dropped to his knees.He banged on the tiles loudly enough to cause an echo.Pain radiated from his knee, and he swallowed a groan.

Chris walked over to the tub and sat on the rim, waiting for the water to fill.He tugged on the leash again, and Sebastian dropped to his knees and crawled to his feet, staying still as Chris unhooked his collar and set him down on the counter by the sink. Chris grinned as he stripped off his panties and stepped into the tub first. Chris had never showered with him before!He had already showered this morning.He doesn't need - Sebastian realizes - to warm up (warm up).It is what he wants.

Sitting down at the end of the tub, Chris leaned back and closed his eyes, ready to relax. Sebastian watches, eyes falling on the scar he's left, red and prominent, just above the tattoo on his collarbone. Sebastian didn't even realize it when he reached out to touch it. Chris didn't stop him.The scar is small, easy to hide, but undeniably there, in its own way, telling the same truth as Sebastian's hickey.

Chris also belongs to Sebastian.

It is very quiet, and the water in the bathtub hardly makes a sound when it hits the edge of the cylinder. Chris's hand reached out to touch Sebastian's and they sat there for a moment, then suddenly Chris let out a loud whistle and Sebastian reacted like a marionette, crawling into the tub and coming to him.He touched the bite mark again, and this time Chris pulled his hand away. Chris sits up and reaches for the shampoo, his other hand wraps around Sebastian protectively and presses him against his chest.

He lathers with his hands, and Sebastian is basically paralyzed as Chris washes him, kisses down his neck, and moves his hands back and forth like he's made of glass.By the time he got to Sebastian's knees, they were starting to bruise. Sebastian hisses as Chris holds a stick down on a bruise.

There's a small jerk in his back and Chris wants to react, to ask if he can't take it.Sebastian nods quickly, before he starts worrying.It doesn't matter.That's fine.He wants this. Chris' hands hardened and slid down his legs. Sebastian leans back as Chris washes his body in silence.His hands are firm and uncharacteristically gentle, reminding Sebastian of the time they made love after he'd told Chris he wanted a collar, how shy and wary he'd been the first time.

When they're done washing, Chris climbs out of the tub first so he can help Sebastian get out of the tub and dry himself off.Without saying a word, he put the collar around Sebastian's neck and led him into the bedroom, where he sat Sebastian on the edge of the bed and dressed himself.Then, he dressed Sebastian, who was wrapped up like a rag doll, and smiled as Chris smoothed his shirt fascinatedly.

Sebastian lets himself be ushered back into the bathroom and sits on the toilet, watching Chris get his razor ready.This time when Chris removes the collar, he doesn't react, just swallows as Chris puts the collar on Sebastian's lap. Sebastian expects this time to be different from the first time, when he was bound, and this time it is, but the dominance remains the same. Chris still owns him.His body would still fall over from Chris' touch.

When Chris finished, he wiped his face with a hot towel and asked, "Sebastian, can you talk?"

Sebastian's voice was gruff, and he murmured "Yes, sir," the words feeling strange in his mouth.mistake.At first, Sebastian thought it was due to infrequent use, but seeing the confused look on Chris' face, he knew it was something else.It took him a few seconds to realize that he was answering in Romanian.

He wasn't sure if he was allowed to autocorrect. Chris doesn't say anything, so Sebastian doesn't say anything, just sticks his throat out soundlessly for Chris to put his collar back on.He tugged on the belt and Sebastian dropped to his knees on the floor. "Come on," Chris said, hesitating and panting.He already liked this. Sebastian stayed close to him the whole time, letting Chris lead him into the dining room.

Chris put the belt on the table leg and Sebastian knelt down, waiting. Chris made a weird noise, then clicked his tongue and gently pulled the D-ring off his collar. "No, Sebastian. Eat like a gentleman. You're not punished."

The suggestion that Chris would force him like that—forcing him to get on his knees and eat like a dog—made his stomach shudder. Sebastian staggers to his feet and Chris gently pushes him back into the chair.He waits quietly in his seat, listening to Chris move around the kitchen.He's been there for nearly an hour, and Sebastian hasn't moved a muscle. Chris didn't call him, so he just stood still.

Although Sebastian wasn't sure what he was expecting when Chris came out, he was surprised by the meal in front of him.This meal doesn't look like a lunch that Chris could whip up in his kitchen.It looked like something he ordered in a restaurant.Since he didn't pick up the fork right away, Chris handed it to him.

"Erm, salmon, blackberry salad, and wild rice," he said, looking a little embarrassed, like he thought he was trying too hard. Sebastian is the one who keeps these things lying around in the kitchen. "Although I'm not as good as my mother, I tried my best." He sat down with his own plate, and then softly ordered: "Eat."

After they ate in silence for a few minutes, Chris asked, "How was it?

He sounds nervous, which makes Sebastian smile.He nodded, but Chris told him, "You can talk.

"It's delicious, thank you." He replied, finding his voice again in hesitation.There was no conversation during the rest of the meal, and when they were done, Chris insisted on at least helping out with the dishes.

It feels good to have him by my side.They don't speak, but Chris sometimes leans in and kisses his throat, giggling when Sebastian lets go of the saucepan.By the time they're back in the living room, Chris wraps his arms around his waist. "Go wait for me in the bedroom. Take off your shirt, leave your jeans. I'm going to get your present."

Before Chris could finish speaking, Sebastian was already running to his room.He's tangled up in his shirt and wriggling to get it off, Sebastian blushes when he hears Chris giggle from the doorway behind him.He turned to see Chris put the belt and a slim black cardboard box on the nightstand.It's a bit wider than a jewelry store box, but it looks about the same.

"Shhh, relax," he said softly, taking Sebastian's shirt off easily. "Go and sit. With your back against the headboard." Sebastian does as he's told, his skin itching with anticipation. "If you can't stand it, how are you going to stop me?" Chris asked, opening the box.He didn't take anything out, and Sebastian couldn't see anything from this angle.

"Red is stop, yellow is slow," Sebastian repeated mechanically, a shudder of excitement running up his spine.Whenever they try something new, Chris always checks the safe word. "If you can't—can't talk, hold up two fingers."

Chris nods. "Very good," he said. "You, uh... mentioned, on the phone," he mumbled. It wasn't often that Chris was so shy and hesitant. Sebastian craned his neck trying to see what was making him so uneasy. "I thought we were going to… try, uh." He withdrew his hand from the box, and Sebastian's heart pounded in his throat. Chris is holding a pair of shiny silver handcuffs. "If you don't—"

"Want to." Sebastian cut him off, stretching both wrists out in front of him at the same time. "Want—I want to."

Chris nodded, but only cuffed one wrist and threaded the other through the woodwork at the head of the bed.He hesitated, giving Sebastian a chance, and Sebastian just held out his other wrist.

Sebastian remembers how the collar felt when the handcuffs were on, the first time Chris put it around his neck.A sense of composure he never knew he needed, like noticing his hair before it's smoothed out and upside down.He felt dizzy, almost drunk.He opened his mouth and Chris ran his thumb over his lips.

"I-I want to try something," Chris says, and before he's even finished Sebastian is nodding.Whatever Chris wants.Whatever it is, forever. Chris has been holding Sebastian's gaze tightly, cupping his head to keep it from falling back.He didn't even touch him before Sebastian slid back down. "Maybe it won't work," Chris added. "If you don't like it, we won't do it."

"Want to," Sebastian said again, his voice thickening and clumsy.The metal cuffs bit into Sebastian's wrists, dulling him. "I want to... want to..."

"Okay." He reached back into the box, pulled out a thick black silk tie, and bowed down at Sebastian. "I-I'm going to need you..." It was weird seeing him so nervous.Makes Sebastian want to touch him.He clenches his hands, Chris' eyes automatically follow the movement, and then he takes a deep breath and looks at his face again.

"I want you to imagine we're somewhere else. Somewhere people can see." Sebastian opened his mouth, and Chris glanced at his hands again, then covered his eyes with silk, and fell into darkness together. "Where do you want to be, baby? Who do you want to see?"

"Set" comes out of Sebastian's mouth, and he hears Chris swallow hard. "Ann-Anthony, Scarlett, Grillo." Fingers traced down his chest, and he trembled.Unseen, felt so different.more dangerous.Fascinating.

"Anyone else here?" Chris asked, sighing in his ear. "Do you want the camera on?"

Sebastian shuddered. "Yes." He could barely speak, and could hear himself getting harder to understand. "Think about it - everyone...see..."

He could feel Chris crawling on top of him and trying to imagine, his back against a wall, all eyes on them, the entire crew being told to keep filming.

"You just want them to watch?" Chris asks, and Sebastian hears the belt buckle. "Or do you want me to let them fuck you?" Sebastian's breath caught, (because of) the thought of Anthony fucking Chris while he was blowjob him, Scarlett's legs hooked around his back, Grillo Pushing it down his throat.

"Think...fuck!" He moaned helplessly, and Chris hummed, unbuttoning Sebastian's pants and pulling them off.

"They're all looking at you, Sebastian," Chris said, his voice soft. "They all want you, everybody wants you." Sebastian groaned at the feel of the light on him, a hundred pairs of eyes were on him, watching Chris slide a warm, wet finger into him inside. "And I'll let every one of them have you if you just ask."

Sebastian murmured, and Chris continued. "I'll let each of them fuck you till you're covered in cum and can't stand." Sebastian could barely contain himself, moans getting embarrassingly loud as the crowd around them moved closer , all watching Chris tame his perfect pet.

"Do you know why?" Chris asked, sliding in another finger. Sebastian shakes his head, and Chris grunts against his neck, rubbing against his collar. "Because I hold the belt!" he hissed, emphasizing the last word as if to tear it apart. "Because I can let anyone do whatever they want to you and know you'll still crawl right back to me."

Sebastian jerked his legs up and clasped Chris's back, nodding helplessly. "Yes." He said, not sure if he was allowed to speak, but unable to control himself. "Only you, always you. Let- let them see."

"They're all looking at you, Sebastian," Chris says, running a hand across his face slowly but firmly. "Don't let them down. Let them see what they want to see." Sebastian moaned and writhed fervently, and Chris pulled his other hand away from him.

"Yes, sir," he said tremulously and desperately. "F-fuck me, make them… let them watch you—" Chris cuts him off, slamming his waist into Sebastian, the feel of the denim scraping against his bruised thighs, shuddering. "Tag me." Sebastian gasped.

"You look—so fucking beautiful, Sebastian." Chris growled into his jaw, his voice broken, and he rammed into him so hard that Sebastian's whole body hit the headboard. "Let everyone... see how beautiful you are when you pray."

"Yes, sir," Sebastian managed, banging his head hard against the wood.Venus overflows in the darkness under the blindfolds, and for a moment it feels like a camera flash, and the crew on set, unable to stop themselves, are all taking pictures with their phones.All this surged like a tidal wave, making him dizzy. "Fuck me, I - I need more power, please - please, sir, please... I want to - let them see."

Chris growled again, louder this time, and wedged himself between Sebastian's legs even more violently, Sebastian couldn't take it anymore and fell into Chris' arms.That one-of-a-kind attention is addictive, so he wants everyone to know about it. "Tag me," Sebastian said desperately, and Chris shuddered.

So faint, Sebastian almost missed it, but he needed to feel it again. "Tag me," Sebastian repeated, at C