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Sebastian has kept the same grey blanket at the end of his bed for as long as Sam could remember. It’s soft, warm, and so thick it soaks up his hot tears and muffles his moans like neither of them existed. Comfort bunched between fists, fabric wrinkled into swirls and waves too perfect for something so messy, so… desperate.
“Sam, puppy.” Sebastian’s voice was smooth and syrupy, words followed by the clicking of his tongue. “Come ‘ere.”
There’s a dizziness in Sam’s head. He heard Sebastian —loud and clear, actually— but his body refused to act accordingly. His legs were numb and weak despite the shaking settling. They might as well be as useless as the worn joints of a well loved plushie in keeping him up. It’s why he’s not sat up, not kneeling, but flat on his stomach with yet another load of cum smeared between him and a bleach stained black towel.
The most he can do is pull one of his hands back from the blanket and turn his head to Sebastian. He’s sat with one leg pulled to his chest where he rests his head, the other stretched out in front of him. In one of his hands he spins around a small round remote. He doesn’t speak again but as his lips curl into a sly smile, Sam begins to feel bitterness bubble up in his throat. Fuck that guy, he thought, Always having such a smug ass look on his face.
He didn’t mean it. Not seriously at least. Sebastian had made him cum three times already. This time he hadn’t even touched him, taking advantage of his overstimulation and the vibrator built into the fluffy curled tail he wore.
The moment Sebastian caught sight of Sam’s apparent discontent, he sat up, set the remote in his hand down. “Hey, no, what’s wrong?” His brows furrowed, smile fading. “What happened, baby? You’re unhappy?”
Sam, still dazed, melted right into Sebastian’s hands as he lifted him up and held his face. His touch was so slow, so gentle, that alongside the vibrations of the plug he couldn’t help but shut his eyes. “Hnn... Hmnn…” he whined. “S’okay. ‘M okay, Seb.”
“No, I’m sorry,” Sebastian whispered against his neck, “You’re such a good boy for me, Sam. You deserve better than that, okay?”
He did deserve better. He deserved the soft kisses Sebastian placed just above his collar, deserved the scratches behind his faux puppy ears, deserved to be touched in all the ways Sebastian loved to touch him.
Sam was so consumed by his boyfriend’s slow and careful movements he hadn’t realized where his other hand had gone until his eyes fluttered open as a moan escaped his lips. “A-ah… Hah…” He looked down between them and watched as Sebastian squeezed the tip of his dick between his thumb and pointer, a drop of cum dripping across his fingers. “Seb…”
“That feel better? You like that?”
Sam’s eyes flicked back up to Sebastian’s after he spit on his hand, using his saliva to begin jerking him off slowly. “Wanna cum,” he eventually croaked, feeling Sebastian’s thumb swipe across his tip, pulling pre-cum down his length. “Wanna cum again so bad. Please, Sebastian, please.”
“Shh… be good. If you’re good for me, puppy, I’ll let you cum.” He watched Sam carefully until he received a dazed nod. “Good boy. Now listen to me carefully, okay?”
And that was when Sam had checked out. The second his head fell to Sebastian’s chest he was a mess, whining pathetically and rutting against him. All his energy was focused on chasing that high and because of it, he’d lost it. First Sebastian’s hand moved, then the tail stopped vibrating.
“Huh? Huh!” He tried to follow Sebastian as he sat back, but he was met with the shaking of his head. “Seb, please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, what did I do?”
“You stopped listening,” Sebastian said bluntly, that annoying smirk back on his face.
“I'm listening!” Before Sam could even think to stop himself, tears began pouring down his freckled cheeks. “Oh, I'm listening, Seb, please. Please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.” He wasn’t done yet, not even remotely. It didn’t matter how many times he’d cum, he wanted more and now.
“Wait, hey,” Sebastian said softly, a subtle sound of concern in his voice. “It's okay, sweetheart. Come, tell me what you want.”
There was hesitation in Sam’s movements, but Sebastian seemed to meet him halfway, pulling him into his lap as he wiped his stomach off with a damp cloth. “Wanna cum,” Sam eventually whispered, wiping his face with the heels of his hands, “Please.”
“So polite,” Sebastian whispered back, carding his hands through Sam’s hair, “Such a good boy, Sam. You even keep your hands to yourself, let me do all the work. So good, puppy. You're so good for me.”
“Oh…” Sam moaned deeply as Sebastian pulled his head to the side and nipped at his neck. “Sebastian…”
With every rock of his hips, Sam could feel Sebastian stiffen beneath him. He could even hear it, the way his breath picked up against his neck. But Sebastian wouldn’t say anything, he never did. This whole night things had been for Sam anyway. He sucked his dick, jacked him off while he came from his own fingers, and edged him with the vibrating plug until he was a sobbing mess. All for Sam, nothing for him.
But Sam could fix that.
“Need you. Need you in me, Seb. P-lease. Wanna be yours.”
Sebastian let out a shaky breath, seemingly frozen. “Yeah?”
“Mhm, please. I'll be good. I'll be so good. I promise.”
“How do you want me?” Sebastian pulled back to look Sam in the eye. Even when he seemed to be in complete control there were certain tells that made it easy to see how nervous he could get. Like the way he was chewing the inside of his cheek and his hands lingered without much movement in certain places for a bit too long. It was sweet, made Sam smile that way Sebastian insisted was way too dorky and even more so when they were having sex.
“Doesn't matter.”
But it was always obvious by the way Sebastian smiled back, a little lopsided and awkward, that he didn't really mind it. “Okay.”
And then their lips were connected again. For the first time in at least twenty minutes they were holding each other carefully, moaning into each other's mouths like the dynamic they often played with hadn't existed but a second ago. It was just them and their warm skin and the sweet taste of Joja Cola and cherry flavored energy drinks on their lips.
Sam truly was obsessed with the way Sebastian touched him. Intentional, rough, a sense of desperation that made his dick twitch. But underneath the bruises from fingers pressed deep into his skin, bite marks from desperate neck kisses, there was a sense of care. A lick over a hickey, a soft rub over red and irritated areas of his skin. Sebastian loved to hurt him but he loved to make sure he was okay more.
“Can I take it out?” Sebastian breathed against Sam’s lips, hand trailing from his balls and up the crest of the yellow-beige tail. What a perfect color, one that matched his folded ears and personality so perfectly.
But if perfect could not describe his ears and tail, maybe then the pale green collar that matched his eyes and jingled with every movement he made. If Sam were being honest, it wasn’t the most comfortable thing to wear, a rough and durable canvas collar from a pet store in the Zuzu City suburbs. He remembers so clearly when they’d bought it, created the tag right beside the front counter. “Samson, what a cute name for a puppy,” the cashier had said. “A little rowdy, but always so obedient. Loyal puppies, puppies that want to satisfy you, make you happy. I’m sure you’ll love him.”
Sam had never been fucked like he had that night. Just the recollection had him whining in approval in lieu of words that completely vanished from his lips. The next thing that came out wasn’t even what he wanted to say, just another moan as Sebastian’s long fingers pulled the toy from inside him.
“Good, puppy. My perfect, sweet boy.” With the tail tossed to the side, Sebastian was quick to make sure Sam didn't miss a thing. Slicking his fingers up with lube (having blindly felt for the bottle while he kissed Sam), he began to tease his awaiting hole.
Sam lifted his hips up to give Sebastian better access, pawing at his chest desperately. “Wanna make you feel good, Seb. Gonna be so good for you. S-o so good.”
Sebastian rubbed Sam's waist as he finally pushed a finger into him. “Yeah? That why you did such a good job fingering yourself earlier?”
“H-ah... Yeah. Tried really hard. I... hnmm... Pretended it was you.”
“My fingers?” Sebastian asked, pulling his index out and replacing it with his middle and ring.
Sam curled forward into him slightly as he slowly shook his head. “No.”
“Then?” He pushed his fingers in deep, his others splaying out on Sam's ass.
“Your co-- hah... hah... Holy fuck, Seb. Just-- side, a little, please. 'S so good. Please.”
Sebastian did as asked, eliciting a deep moan from Sam as he curled his fingers. “Oh, good boy, Sammy. So good. So pretty,” he praised. “Now tell me, what did you think about?”
Sam swallowed, the rough collar scratching at his skin. “I…" His head lolled to the side, jaw slacked. “Thought about your cock, Seb. Wanted it so bad. Still want it. Please, want you. Wanna make you feel good.”
Tension fell from Sam's spine as Sebastian pulled his fingers from him. “You said it doesn't matter how, right?” He asked, voice leveling out to his typical nervous tone.
Sam shook his head sheepishly, pushing his already fucked-messy hair out of his face. “Mhm. I like when you surprise me."
Sebastian smiled down at his hands as he wiped them off on a small hand towel. Red had bloomed all over his face, patterning his skin and shoulders just like Sam's freckles. “Hm,” he grunted approvingly, “‘Kay.”
“Tell me,” Sam begged, pulling Sebastian's face up to look at him. “Tell me what to do.”
Sebastian's lips parted, but nothing came out. Sam didn't have to sit down again, or even look, to know Sebastian was straining in his boxers. The momentary fear in his eyes, the way his brows furrowed at his words was all he needed to know. “On your stomach. Now.”
Without a moment of hesitance, Sam obeyed, taking with him Sebastian’s grey blanket to rest his head on. It was almost better than a pillow. Maybe not every pillow, but certainly better than Sebastian’s numerous flat ones.
Sam shut his eyes once he was comfortable, listening carefully to all the movement behind him. The soft ‘fuck’ that fell from Sebastian's lips as he presumably took his boxers off, the tear of the condom wrapper, cap of the lube creaking as it was pushed open. It almost made him anxious in anticipation. All night he'd been teased, forced to cum in every way except what he wanted. Well, he did really like when Sebastian sucked him off, but this was different. He liked when he fucked him better.
After a moment he felt a kiss at the small of his back, then Sebastian's hand pushing a towel beneath him. “Okay, puppy. Are you ready?”
“Seb,” he whined, “Please…"
“Alright, alright.” Sebastian pushed Sam's right leg up at an angle, settling as such he straddled his left thigh. “Take a deep breath for me, okay?”
Sam inhaled to the sound of the bottle of lube opening again, holding it as he felt the cool liquid rubbed against him. Then, a slow, shaky exhale as he felt Sebastian push into him.
“There you go, puppy. Look at you taking me so well.” Sebastian kneaded at Sam's ass until he bottomed out where then he held his waist.
“Wanna cum…” Sam started up again. “Please, Seb. Please.”
“Holy shit, you're so needy,” Sebastian laughed, pulling out slowly. “So cock-drunk.”
Sam moaned softly as Sebastian rocked his hips. His movements were always slow at first, always gave Sam a moment to adjust. A part of him hated the idea, wanted to be fucked senseless from the beginning, but he also couldn't help but savor the sensuality of it all.
“Hoh fuck, hoh... fuck. Seb you feel so good. 'M so full. 'M so... oh Yoba, yes.”
Sebastian leaned down, hand dipping into Sam's messy hair. “Good boy," he groaned, tugging gently, “Look at you, so needy.”
“All night,” he began, fingers digging into the blanket as they’d been earlier, “Been wanting you a-all night, Seb.”
“Maybe I’m the same,” a pause for what was clearly a withheld moan, “Maybe.”
He knew that. Sam knew it better than anyone, could read Sebastian better than even a children’s book. And fuck he was so proud of himself for meandering his way to this. Because he loved Sebastian’s dick, loved Sebastian; Would do this with nobody else.
“Sam.” Sebastian trailed his fingers down the curve of his back, resting one hand on his hip while the other held him up. “Fuck…”
When Sam lifted himself up slightly, the collar jingled. It was just a sound, nothing that remarkable either. But it reminded him, laser etched on the back of the tag was Sebastian’s name and number. A silly touch, very much unnecessary and twice as risky if someone found the collar, but it put on display one thing: he was Sebastian’s.
Head barely lifted from the blanket and arms shaking, Sam cried quietly. “Please. Please, please, please, Sebastian. ‘M yours. Wanna make y-ou happy. Feel good. Everything. Please.”
“Fuck,” Sebastian repeated, this time with more vigor. “Just— ah… fuck, Sam. Just tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
Broken up by a string of whiny moans and the repeated nodding of his head, Sam spoke. “Okay, okay. I’m okay. Just fuck me Sebastian, please. That’s all I want. Want you. More. More of you.”
“You’ve go— ah… hah… oh fuck,” he moaned, voice nearly cracking, “You’ve got me, puppy.”
That was it. The second he felt Sebastian’s hand tighten on his waist he knew he was gone. He didn’t even know what he was saying anymore, confused as to whether the sounds from his mouth were coherent or fucked out moans from the quick snap of Sebastian’s hips. It was obscene how loud he’d gotten, how his sobs were barely muffled by the blanket that’d done such a good job at silencing him before.
“Up, up, up,” Sebastian rattled off after a minute, pulling Sam’s leg up and slipping his hand beneath him.
“Seb! Seb!” The friction of his dick rubbing against the bed was already a lot, but now? Now with Sebastian jerking him off sloppily? He wasn’t going to last. “You’re gonna make me cum, Sebastian. Oh Yoba, I’m gonna cum. Please, please, a-ah— ah—!”
“You’ve been such a good boy, Sam. So fucking good for me. You can cum. You can.”
Sam didn’t have to be told twice. In but a second his whole body began to shake, his cries hushing to desperate gasps as he tightly gripped the blanket. It didn’t even make sense to him how he could possibly cum so much, so fucking hard. It’s not like it was the first time tonight, it was the fourth. He’d cum four fucking times and in this lust drunk haze he almost wanted more. Almost. Until Sebastian too had cum, the hormones settled, and he was more sore than he’d been when they’d first gotten the collar.
Well. It seemed two things were true: they could fuck harder and he absolutely was not going to work tomorrow.