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Sebastian hums consideringly when the hot guy from the bar tugs off his shirt, muscles lean and tanned. “Pretty,” he simply says and watches a blush rise on the other's cheeks.
Praise, then. He's not surprised in the least. The blond man that walked into Seb's about three hours ago is exactly the type of guy to hide crippling insecurity and endless complexes under expensive drinks and more expensive suits.
“Now you take off your suit,” the man says, voice carefully controlled in a way that tells Sebastian he's doing it on purpose. Trying to seem more unaffected than he is.
“Alright,” Sebastian says simply, shrugging out of his suit jacket and hanging it over one of the dining table chairs.
Sebastian isn't rich, but he's not broke anymore either, and he takes care of his home. It's neat but homey and lived-in. Decorations carefully chosen by him and his sister, and he might have splurged a bit when it came to the art that’s hanging on his walls. So it's really no wonder that the man standing opposite him fits in. He really is a pretty thing. All short, styled hair, tailored slacks and an expensive watch. Not to mention his smooth chest that's only adorned by two coins hanging on a silver necklace. It doesn't seem out of place with his other jewelry, but Sebastian's gut tells him this one actually has meaning.
The man opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but Sebastian simply steps closer and kisses him. He's gentle but firm, probing a bit to see how far the other man will let himself be led. The man in question responds beautifully, melting into the kiss and opening his mouth, giving Sebastian the opportunity to slip his tongue past his lips, wet and warm. Unsurprisingly, the kiss quickly turns filthy. They both know what they're here for, so Sebastian leads the man to his bedroom, and he goes along with it easily. Almost docile.
When he has him on his hands and knees, pants and underwear lost somewhere along the way, he draws two warm hands up his flanks and down to his hips, then does it again. The man on his bed shivers, and Sebastian can see how hard he is — pretty cock flushed and leaking pre-cum.
His own dick is throbbing, still confined inside his slacks, although he had allowed the other man to take off his waistcoat and dress shirt at some point.
“You do this a lot, don't you?” Sebastian asks, even though he already knows the answer. He's not really judging, he's just…trying something. He has a feeling about the other man and he'd like to be proven right.
The man shivers again and nods. Sebastian can't see his face, but he's sure the man is beet-red by now if his flushed ears are anything to go by.
“Words?” Sebastian prompts, and there's silence for a moment, only interrupted by their breathing.
“Yeah – yes, I do,” the man relents, and Sebastian nods more to himself because the other man can't see him if he doesn't crane his neck to look over his shoulder. Sebastian doesn't think he will, not with how his gaze is trained on the bedspread, head held low, almost in embarrassment.
“What's your name?” Sebastian asks, and the man shudders violently at that, making him smile, smug and triumphant. There he goes, he thinks, while rooting around in the sheets for the lube he got out of the nightstand a few minutes ago.
He finds it and opens it with a click, just as the man spread out before him says, “Jacob.”
Sebastian hums again, slicking up his fingers before spreading the other's – Jacob’s – cheeks and drawing a fingertip softly across his hole.
Jacob twitches, lube cold against his warm skin, and he gasps when Sebastian breaches him carefully with one finger. He keeps drawing soothing circles into Jacob's hip with his free hand, like he's calming down a spooked animal.
“I'm not going to remember your name, you know that, right?” Sebastian asks when he's up to the second knuckle, and Jacob's breath hitches, making him smile. “But you're going to remember mine, yes?”
Jacob hums, and Sebastian withdraws his finger completely, waiting until Jacob says, “Yes, tell me.”
He pushes two fingers into Jacob this time, carefully scissoring them to stretch him. Preparing him for taking his cock.
“Sebastian,” he says and punctuates the words with a hard thrust that has Jacob biting back a moan.
“You like it, don't you?” Sebastian asks. “That I'll forget your name,” he adds and keeps fingering the other man. Jacob doesn't answer, but he doesn't have to, the way he shivers under Sebastian's hand, pushing back against his fingers, tells him all he needs to know.
“How many people have you fucked that have forgotten your name? You probably can't even count them anymore. Does it give you a little thrill every time you see one of them, and they don't remember your name?”
Jacob is panting now, sweat beading at his neck. Sebastian re-lubes his fingers and pushes three into him, finding his prostate easily, pressing against it and making a high moan claw its way out of Jacob's throat. Sebastian likes when the people he takes to bed are vocal. Jazz will always be his first love, but Jacob’s gasped-out moans and the whimper that sometimes slips out come close.
“They only remember this,” Sebastian continues, kneading one of Jacob's ass cheeks pointedly, letting the thumb of his other hand catch on his rim, where his fingers are still moving in and out of him rhythmically. “How tight you felt around their cock, how good you filled them. A blank slate otherwise, a good fuck and nothing more.”
Jacob whines, burying his face in the sheets, which pushes his ass up, almost presenting himself to Sebastian, who curses at the sight, cock throbbing and leaking pre-cum into his briefs.
“What do they call you when they're telling their friends all about you? ‘The hot guy from the bar’? Maybe not even that, maybe they don't even think about you. Just a hole to use and forget about the next day.”
“Please,” Jacob chokes out. “Please, I'm ready.”
“Yes, I think you are.” Sebastian agrees, and Jacob moves to get to the nightstand where the condoms are, but Sebastian holds him back.
“No, no. You just lay there and look pretty,” he says, laying a hand onto the back of Jacob’s head, the hair there prickly and wet. He presses down firmly, pushing his face into the pillows. “Spread your legs a bit more, don't hide now.”
Jacob whines again, hesitantly spreading his legs a tiny bit. Sebastian sighs and does it himself after he finds a condom nestled into one of the drawers.
“Don't get shy now. We both know you're desperate for it,” He says, drawing his hands up the back of Jacob's thighs and spreading his cheeks, just to look at him, pink and stretched out, all ready for him. He sees him flush and smiles, blowing softly onto his hole just to see him twitch.
“You’re a bastard.” Jacob manages to say and Sebastian chuckles. “Yeah, I am,” he agrees easily and Jacob groans. Sebastian knows he’s a bit of a bastard and arguably a bit of a snob, but he also knows how much Jacob is enjoying this. He had a feeling about him when he saw him sitting at the bar in his club — a little tidbit that he didn’t actually tell Jacob. Expensive suit, casual in a very neat and trained way that reminded Sebastian of armor more than anything else.
Sebastian enjoys beautiful things. He also enjoys breaking them apart and putting them back together. Be it a piece of music that he rewrites every time he plays it, or this beautiful man falling apart on his cock. So, he pulls off his pants and underwear, letting them drop to the ground where the belt makes an unmistakable noise and he sees Jacob tense in anticipation.
Sebastian rolls the condom onto his cock, lubing himself up, before he puts one hand on Jacob's hip and the other on himself. He lines himself up but only pushes in slightly, teasing a bit.
Jacob responds exactly how he'd hoped he would, grinding back against him to take him deeper, and Sebastian allows it.
“You're a bit of a slut, aren't you?” He says in a mocking tone, as Jacob pushes himself back onto his cock. He sees Jacob's dick twitch at that, pre-cum dribbling out. He's warm and tight, and he feels like heaven around Sebastian's dick.
“How long can you go without it? Without someone filling you up. Using you and then forgetting all about you. A week?” Sebastian asks, and Jacob whimpers but doesn't answer; he just buries his face in the pillows.
Sebastian bottoms out, pelvis flush with Jacob's ass. He stays there for a moment, letting both of them adjust to the feeling, before he pulls out just a tiny bit to push back in.
“I don't think you'd last a week. I think you're a bigger slut than you let on, which is saying something, because I already thought you were desperate and sloppy an hour ago,” Sebastian says, punctuating his words by pulling out almost completely, then pushing back in, getting a choked moan out of Jacob.
Sebastian leans over Jacob's warm body, pushing his torso down even more, so he can reach his neck. His hair is falling into his eyes, and he places wet kisses on Jacob’s skin, tasting the salt of clean sweat there, while he starts thrusting in and out, deep and hard strokes that have Jacob moaning and grunting.
“Not everyone looks as pretty as you, while getting fucked. I think you might have been made for this,” He says, consideringly, like he really is thinking about what Jacob was made for, petting up and down his side, the other man’s warm skin erupting in goosebumps under his touch.
Jacob is nodding, a litany of moans still spilling from his lips, and Sebastian laughs. “Yes? You agree? This is what you were made for, what you're good at?”
Jacob's breath hitches again, and Sebastian can't see his dick anymore from here, bent over, his chest against Jacob's muscled back, sweat building between them, but he's sure it's rock-hard, steadily leaking pre-cum.
He grinds against Jacob, small and short movements now, designed to hit his prostate every time and he knows it works, because Jacob moans, and when Sebastian chuckles against his neck and says, “Such a pretty slut,” the moan turns into a whimper.
Jacob is squirming under him, like he's not sure if he wants to grind back against Sebastian, take his dick deeper, or if he wants to rut against the bed to give his own cock some much-needed friction.
Sebastian decides for both of them. He pulls back a bit and gets a good grip on Jacob's hips, tugging him up and back onto his cock. A keening moan spills out of the pretty thing underneath him, and Sebastian tries to bite back a groan at the sound and feel of him.
Like this, Sebastian can see Jacob’s back, skin turned golden by the yellow light of the streetlamps that is falling through the bedroom window. He’s turned his head to the side, the long line of his throat visible, and his face is flushed red — from embarrassment or arousal, Sebastian can’t tell. It’s probably both, now that he thinks about it.
The new position also allows Sebastian to get a hand around Jacob's waist and take his dick in hand. It's long and hard, the sensitive skin warm under his hand, and he starts pumping it in time with his own movements while he studies the bump of Jacob’s nose and thinks what a shame it is that he probably won’t see this beautiful man again.
It doesn't take long before Jacob comes, and while Sebastian has wanted to see him come undone since he looked up from the music sheet he was working on and locked eyes with him, he does lament the fact that he didn’t get the opportunity to rim him within an inch of his life. He’d fall apart so beautifully under this tongue, Sebastian just knows. But Jacob moaning Sebastian's name as his dick spurts ropes of cum onto the sheets beneath him is very, very nice too. He's shuddering, and Sebastian can feel how his muscles contract around his cock.
“Fuck,” he gasps out and folds himself back over Jacob's back, driving his cock in deep. He’s mostly chasing his own pleasure now, but Jacob is still moaning beneath him, trembling and flushed.
When Sebastian comes, he doesn't call out Jacob's name, even though he will probably remember it for the rest of his life, despite what he told said man. Instead, he presses his teeth into the flesh at the back of Jacob's neck, muffling his low moan, metallic tang of his necklace filling his mouth.