Frat Boy and Toppy (17 page)

“Stop,” Sebastian ordered when Brad had his pants hanging at mid-thigh. “Mmm, you look hot in those, hon. Did you get them just for me?”

“Yeah,” Brad croaked. He’d watched himself pull the boxer briefs on a half hour before, looking at the way they stretched over his ass and hugged his package. Just the thought of wearing them for Sebastian had made him half-hard.

Sebastian amped up the smile, one corner of his mouth curling up a little more. His eyes tracked all over Brad’s body as he slowly walked around to stand behind Brad. He trailed a hand across Brad’s ass, making Brad clench his muscles all up his back.

“Pull down your boxers, Bradley,” Sebastian said quietly. Brad felt him watching as he bent to pull them down to his knees with his jeans.

“Now your shoes.” Brad started to squat. “No, bend over.”

When Brad took a shuddery breath and bent over in front of Sebastian, Sebastian’s hands stroked over his lower back.

“Did you get all clean for me?”

“Yeah,” Brad choked. His fingers stopped taking messages from his central nervous system.

“Mmm. Let’s see about that,” Sebastian drawled, voice as slow as his hands trailing down to grip Brad’s cheeks. “Keep working on those shoes, hon,” he whispered.

Brad closed his eyes and nearly toppled over. He planted one hand on the floor to keep himself up. How was he supposed to get his shoes off with Sebastian standing behind him, doing incredibly nasty things? Digging his thumbs into Brad’s crack, pulling him wide open, brushing a thumb across his asshole. Inspecting him.

Then Sebastian let go of him. He slapped a cheek once, hard, surprising a squeak out of Brad.

“C’mon. Naked on the bed. Now.”

Brad didn’t remember how, but he got his shoes and clothes off, even knowing Sebastian was standing behind him, watching his muscles work and his balls swing and jiggle between his legs. He could feel Sebastian’s eyes all over him as he crawled onto the bed, quivering by the time he was on all fours, staring at the wall, waiting.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Sebastian sounded a little choked. Brad closed his eyes and dropped his head between his arms. Behind him, he heard Sebastian getting something out of the nightstand, then dropping it on the bed. He opened his eyes and looked between his legs. Lube. And that was . . . oh fuck. A butt plug. Brad’s elbows gave out, his face and shoulders hitting the bed.

“Bradley,” Sebastian said softly. “I want you to hold yourself open for me. Can you do that, hon?”

Brad sucked in an involuntary breath, face mashing against the sheet. He brought his shaking hands back and grabbed his cheeks, spreading himself wide for Sebastian. He managed not to beg Sebastian to touch him, but it was a near thing. He ground his forehead into the bed, gritting his teeth.

Sebastian’s clothes rustled as he bent forward, and hot breath fell on the end of Brad’s spine. Just like the first time Sebastian had kissed him there. “Please,” Brad gasped when Sebastian’s lips touched his hole. He felt Sebastian’s mouth stretch into a smile, the scrape of stubble on the sensitive skin behind his balls. Brad shuddered out a groan.

Oh God, Sebastian’s tongue was hot and wet and slippery, sliding around all the little puckers and folds. Brad nearly sobbed, his breath hitching uncontrollably in his chest as Sebastian’s tongue licked inside him, the gentle raspy slide in and out making him rock back. He could come from just this, he knew he could. He’d do anything if it just. Wouldn’t. Stop.

Sebastian stopped.

“Uuuuh,” Brad whined. The most coherent protest he could make.

Sebastian laughed softly. “S’okay, honey, there’s more. But you don’t get to come for a long, long time. Penance, remember?”

Brad groaned. He dug his fingers into his ass cheeks harder.

“Stay just like this, Bradley,” Sebastian whispered, sliding up on the bed next to Brad, on his side. He palmed the back of Brad’s head and turned it toward him, kissing him. Brad tasted himself on Sebastian’s tongue as Sebastian fed it to him. He sucked on it until Sebastian made him stop.

Then Sebastian slid off the bed, standing behind Brad again. Brad closed his eyes and trembled. He heard Sebastian open the lube, and his asshole clenched, desperately trying to get Sebastian’s attention. “Mmm, tempting, hon. But you’re doing penance.”

Brad whined at him again. Sebastian chuckled, and then suddenly something was pushing into Brad’s ass. He had a vivid flash of fucking himself with the hairbrush, wishing it was Seb, and he nearly cried out.

The plug was bigger than the hairbrush, and Sebastian hadn’t stretched him, really. “Tell me it if hurts too much, honey. It should hurt some though, or you aren’t doing proper penance.”

“Nnnngh. So good,” Brad panted. It burned in a way he hadn’t felt since those first couple of times, stretching him wider as Sebastian slowly pushed it in. Then the plug was inside him, narrowing before the base lodged in his crack. Sebastian tapped on it, and Brad felt it against his sweet spot. “Oh, fuck, Sebastian. So good.” No idea if he was even intelligible.

He was shaking, so turned on his heart beat out his ears and in his feet and most of all in his cock. Sebastian rubbed the small of his back soothingly, prickling his skin with goosebumps. He started to come down, his heartbeat settling, his sweat soaking the sheets under his forehead and shoulders.

Sebastian’s fingers interlaced with his, which were cramping, he’d been gripping his ass so hard. Sebastian carefully pulled them off, letting Brad’s hands fall to the bed. He leaned in and kissed Brad where his fingers had been, making Brad whimper. “I think you gave yourself bruises, hon.”

Sebastian rubbed farther up Brad’s back, soothing him and gently pushing him over on his side. He lay down next to Brad again, looking into his eyes. “Feels all right?” he asked gently.

“Define all right,” Brad croaked.

“Feels like maybe if you don’t come soon you might die, but you aren’t in pain?”

“Yeah,” Brad breathed. “‘S’all right.”

Sebastian moved forward to kiss him. Brad wanted to grab him and pull him closer, but his muscles weren’t back online yet. He whined again when Sebastian pulled back.

He was very whiny tonight.

Sebastian smiled and drew in a shuddery breath, sweat beading his forehead. He wasn’t as in control as Brad had thought. Brad swallowed, wishing Sebastian would lose it completely but knowing it wasn’t going to happen.

“On your back, hon. I don’t need to tell you you can’t touch yourself, yeah?” Brad shook his head, looking at Sebastian as he rolled onto his back, the plug inside him keeping him on edge. “That was so fucking hot.” He straddled Brad’s shoulders as he spoke. “Thought I might come in my jeans just watching that plug slide into your ass.”

Brad opened his mouth, his breath coming faster again as Sebastian unzipped his jeans, his hard cock springing out.
Fuck, no underwear.
Brad closed his eyes.

“Eyes open, Bradley. Look at me.” Brad’s eyes popped open. Sebastian looked directly down at him. “I want you watching me when I come in your mouth.” He gripped his shaft in one hand and traced Brad’s lips with his head, smearing them with pre-cum. Brad moaned when Sebastian held still so he could lick it off of him. He slipped his tongue under the ridge and slid it into that little V on the underside. Sebastian’s breath came in gasps now, his mouth open, eyelids heavy. Brad sealed his lips around Sebastian’s head and sucked.

Sebastian groaned. “Wanna fuck your mouth. Shove myself into your throat.”

Brad made a pleading sound, begging with his eyes.

“Can’t, hon. You’ll come. You don’t get to come until after dinner.” Brad felt his eyes go wide. He made a sound of protest. “Penance,” Sebastian reminded him.

Brad groaned. Sebastian looked down at him, smiling the wicked priest smile. “I get to come now, though.”

That was just cruel. And so hot Brad clenched his muscles around the plug inside him, making himself moan. Sebastian smiled wider, then canted himself forward, sliding farther into Brad’s mouth as he reached to hold Brad’s head still between his hands.

As Sebastian fucked his mouth, Brad couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting. It was an automatic reaction, like a dog getting his sweet spot scratched. Sebastian’s dick rubbed against the roof of Brad’s mouth, pushing back almost until Brad gagged, then pulling out again. Brad slid his tongue along the underside, tasting that almost-copper flavor and sucking so hard his cheeks hollowed.

Within two minutes, Sebastian came in Brad’s mouth, the warm rush hitting his tongue and his taste buds. Sebastian tasted a little bit bleachy and a little bit sweet. Brad was addicted to that flavor.

Sebastian hung over him, groaning as Brad tried to suck him dry. Brad looked into his eyes and held him in his mouth and thought he might just spontaneously combust. His ass was tingling and his back was arched and Sebastian’s cock felt like the reason Brad had a mouth. He nearly cried when Sebastian panted his name, then brought a trembling hand to his cheek and stroked his face.

“Good boy. So fucking good.” Sebastian eased himself out of Brad’s mouth and collapsed on the bed next to him.

Brad whined again, and Sebastian stroked his chest clumsily. “‘S’okay, hon. It won’t be too long. I’ll make it worth it.”

Cooking dinner was bad. Sebastian made him get dressed before he went out to get started, and he kept coming up behind Brad and saying, “Let me make sure that plug’s still there. Sometimes they slip out.” Then torturing him by worming a hand down the back of his jeans to “check.” Pushing in to make sure it hadn’t slipped. Pulling on it to make sure it was “well-seated.”

Thank God Brad had planned something simple for dinner. He even had the sauce pre-made.

Eating was worse. Brad sat in his chair and squirmed while Sebastian smiled the wicked priest smile. Every time Sebastian slipped his fork between his lips, Brad wanted to whimper. His ass throbbed around the plug. In time with his heart. Winding him up.

Penance was excruciatingly, tortuously exciting. He spent the hour they took for dinner on edge, breathing never quite normal, moving carefully. Caught between just wanting it to be over and wanting to make Sebastian happy. A number of times Brad thought he was about to come in his
penne all’arrabbiata
. He certainly wasn’t eating it.

He managed to make it to the bedroom though, where Sebastian told him to strip and get on the bed, head on the sheets, ass in the air.

Sebastian didn’t take anything off, just stood and watched Brad get naked. The slide of clothing against Brad’s skin was enough to make him gasp, his cock so hard it jumped in time with his heartbeat. He climbed on the bed and assumed the position, pretty much exactly where he’d been an hour before. The sheet was even still damp under his cheek. Or maybe he’d started sweating all over again. He shivered.

Silently, Sebastian got undressed beside the bed, where Brad could see. Brad watched Sebastian put on a condom, then stroke his shaft with lube, wishing he was the one touching Sebastian like that.

Oh, yeah. Penance.

By the time Sebastian finally climbed on the bed, kneeling behind Brad, Brad was shaking again. He moaned when Sebastian eased out the plug. He moaned louder when Sebastian guided himself to his hole and started pushing in. It ached a little, the stretch, which just made the feeling of Sebastian entering him that much better.

Once Sebastian was fully inside, balls pressing against Brad, he leaned over him to say in Brad’s ear, “Bradley, you can’t touch yourself, and I won’t be stroking you, either. You think you’ll come for me, honey?”

“Yes.” He barely got it out.

“Good boy.”

Instead of pounding into him like Brad thought he wanted, Sebastian moved slowly and gently, every stroke long, Sebastian almost pulling out, then pushing all the way back in. Brad twisted his hands into the sheets to keep from touching himself. He could barely push back into Sebastian’s thrusts with how firmly Sebastian held his hips. Completely dependent on Sebastian’s cock moving in him, gliding across his prostate. Brad made high-pitched kitten noises with each stroke.

It lasted forever, and just when Brad was starting to wonder if he was going to come or die, Sebastian sped up. He dug in hard with his fingers, shoving himself as far into Brad as he could. Then Sebastian pulsed inside him and choked, “Come now, Bradley.”

So Brad did. His orgasm rolled over him like water, completely filling him. The muscles behind his balls contracted. Slow and strong, a liquid explosion of warmth and a happy tingle unfolding inside him, not so much making him come as
releasing
him. He shook uncontrollably and cried out Sebastian’s name.

When the shudders faded, Sebastian collapsed to Brad’s side, pulling him along. Spooning Brad and still hard inside him.

“Jesus. That might have actually worked,” Brad croaked minutes later when he felt up to forming sentences. He was lying on his stomach now, with Sebastian’s arm heavy on his back. He turned his head to look at Sebastian’s face.

“Huh?” Sebastian mumbled, facing Brad, eyes closed.

“Maybe I feel less guilty.”

Sebastian roused himself a little and opened his eyes. “You didn’t think it
would
work?”

“Not really.”

“Then why did you suggest it?”

Good thing he was so relaxed, or he might be getting embarrassed. “I wanted it.”

Sebastian’s playful smile crept over his face, this time with a sinful edge. The wicked priest. “Mmm.” He pulled himself a little closer and threw his leg over the backs of Brad’s thighs. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Sebastian’s closed his eyes, but Brad wasn’t done talking. “You ever done anything like that before?”

Sebastian’s eyes opened again. “Like what? Punished someone?”

Brad squirmed a little. “Like, um, dominated someone.”

Sebastian took a few seconds to answer. “Yeah. Not planned out like that, but yeah. It wasn’t the way it is with you, though.”

“How is it with me?” Brad asked softly.

“Insanely hot. I thought I was going to pass out.”

Brad smiled. He was pretty drowsy, too. He could barely move.