Matt Wachter and Sebastian Rulli - Scene? What scene?
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Matt nods rubbing harder. "I love kisses. On my lips, my neck, my wrist..."
Matt tosses his phone around for a while before finally calling and setting up an appointment with Sebastian. Once it's all set he packs a small bag, a change of clothes, first aid kit, and emergency contact info sheet. Everything he never should need to supply but does anyway, just in case, since it came in handy with shitty Dom's.
Matt rolls gracefully off the couch in an instant, going around the couch and to the center of the room, his legs spread the length of his shoulders apart and his hands behind his back.
"With rope only. I can...stand scarves, handcuffs and chains if need be." It's obvious Matt doesn't like being tied up at all but he's also used pushing himself so far beyond his own boundaries that the fact he's admitting to any of his limits was a small miracle of itself.
Matt smiles softly and kneels down in front of Sebastian, tilting his head down so that Sebastian has plenty of room to attach the collar.
"Good boy," Sebastian attaches the collar, giving it a tug. "Remove your shirt and your shoes and then get me a water."
Matt purrs softly as the collar is put on and then stands up to pull off his shirt. He undoes his shoes and kicks them off, along with his socks. "Would you like ice?" He's already walking to the little mini kitchenette, pulling out a glass.
Matt fills the glass with water and then adds ice, bringing the glass over to Sebastian. "I don't like pain in the masochistic sense. I don't get off on it, really. If inflicting pain makes you happy or helps you come then I'm more than willing to let you hurt me and will get off on the sense that I can help you if that makes sense. Well...except for blood play. I'm a sucker for blood play and breath play."
Matt shudders slightly and chuckles. "Well I guess that answers that question. Yes."
Matt's eyes fall to the floor instantly. "Yes Sir." He swallows and tries to think of how to form his words. "I want to do anything you ask. Make your meals, clean, anything. I don't really care Sir, as long as I'm doing something for you."
Matt kneels down in front of Sebastian, starting to undo his shoes. "Of course, Sir."
Once Sebastian's shoes are off, Matt starts massaging one gently but thoroughly. "To be kissed Sir."
"You like kisses. Very nice," Sebastian says and sighs. "Good hands, a bit harder though."
Matt melts into Sebastian, any and all tension in his body completely flying away, becoming completely pliant under Sebastian. "Yes Sir." He gets up and takes the glass, wandering into the kitchen once more, no thought in his head except to please his Sir. He returns with the newly filled glass and settles himself back on the ground in front of Sebastian's feet, his eyes managing to be only slightly glazed over.
Smiling, Sebastian leans forward and lifts Matt's chin. "Good boy," he says as he places a kiss on the warm lips. "Now. Go to the cabinet and bring Sir a nice supple crop."
Matt smiles into the kiss before standing up and pulling out a crop. He brings it back to Sebastian, holding it out.
"Very good," Taking the crop Sebastian smiles up at Matt. "Remove your pants and then come stand in front of me."
Matt does, setting the pants on the side of the couch before coming to stand in front of Sebastian.
"Feet spread," Sebastian says, holding the crop in one hand and lightly rubbing it against Matt's hip. "Hand on your cock. I want to see you stroke it, slowly."
Matt spreads his feet as he slides a hand down to his cock, start to stroke it as slow as he can stand.
"Very good, good boy," Sebastian says and taps the crop slightly harder. "Slow. Good boy." He moves the crop to the other side and taps.
Matt bites his lip and continues stroking himself, ignoring the light sting.
Sebastian watches Matt, watches the slight tightening of muscles, the drag of teeth over lip and he frowns. "Stop," he says softly. "Come here." He points to the floor at his feet.
Matt blinks and then nods, sitting down at Sebastian's feet. He doesn't know why Sebastian stopped and hopes he didn't do anything wrong.
Settling back, feet spread and legs relaxed, Sebastian lays his hand on Matt's head, fingers playing with his hair, rubbing over the curve of ear as he thinks of how to help Matt to give up his control, to loosen that string wound tight inside of him. He sighs softly as he continues to pet the man.
Matt instantly starts to relax, leaning his head against the inside of Sebastian's thigh. His whole body language changes from held together to completely loose and under Sebastian's control. He stops thinking about anything but Sebastian and his movements.
"Such a good boy," Sebastian coos, rubbing is head, fingers scratching lightly at his scalp. "Come up here to my lap good boy."
Matt crawls into Sebastian's lap instantly, without even thinking about what Sebastian's asking, which can be dangerous if he didn't trust the other man as much as he does.
Sebastian slides his hand across the man's chest, tweaking a nipple and rubbing. His fingers drift down, ghosting over Matt’s erection.
Matt shudders and lets out a small moan as he curls closer to Sebastian, pressing kisses along his neck, completely pliant against him.
"Such a good boy," Sebastian murmurs, hand wrapping around Matt's cock. "You are not to come unless I say, yes?"
"Yes, Sir." Matt moans again, sucking the spot when Sebastian's shoulder meets his neck.
"Good," the Dom says and starts to stroke, giving a light twist and pull as he does. "Look up here. Look at me."
Matt pulls away from his Dom's neck to look at him, starting to pant softly. "Yes, sir."
"Good," Sebastian kisses him softly, a reward for doing as he's told. He strokes, wanting Matt hard and needy before he starts the next part.
Matt leans into Sebastian's kiss, desperately wanting more from his master as his hips move with his Dom's hand.
Adding a squeeze and then slowing down, Sebastian smiles up at Matt. "Go to the bed. Lay on your back, arms over your head."
Matt whimpers loudly as he pulls away, not wanting to stop touching Sebastian. He walks over to the bed, crawling onto it and laying down as told, rolling his shoulders as his arms are laid above him.
Going to the cabinet, Sebastian returns to the bed and gives Matt a kiss. "Good boy. Now, close your eyes and keep them closed."
Matt purrs into the kiss, and then nods, letting his eyes slip closed as he lays his head back. "Yes, Sir."
"Good," Sebastian says and picks up the feather. He drags it from Matt's throat to his navel and flicks it back and forth. "I want my good boy to stay very still and very quiet."
Matt bites his lip to keep from reacting to the feather or making any sounds. He swallows hard as it continues to move across his skin.
Moving the feather to Matt's cock, the Dom tickles it back and forth, flicking the hard flesh as he watches Matt's face.
Matt starts breathing heavier, unable to do anything else without disobeying his Dom.
"Nice," Sebastian says and tickles Matt's balls, free hand going to begin stroking the man.
"M-master please..." He bites his lip even harder to keep anything else from slipping out.
Stopping all movement, Sebastian taps Matt's chest. "Did you hear Sir tell you to stay silent?"
Matt nods slightly, frowning.
"But you spoke."
"I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to, it won't happen again."
"Whether it does or not, it happened this time." Sebastian taps Matt's chest again. "No more kisses until I think you're punished enough. Do you understand?"
Matt's face falls but he nods, speaking softly. "Yes, Sir."
"Good." Sebastian picks up the feather and begins to stroke it across Matt's nipples. "Are you left handed or right?"
"R-right." Matt fists the sheets to keep from moving, his nipples being one of the most sensitive spots on his body.
Continuing to flick the feather back and forth across the peaks of dusky flesh, Sebastian smiles. "Take your left hand and begin to stroke yourself slowly. But remain silent."
Matt slowly releases the sheets in his left hand, trying to ignore how it shakes as he reaches down to stroke himself. His movements are jerky as he attempts to stay slow.
"Good boy," Sebastian says and picks up the piece of natural sponge. He drags it across Matt's stomach and up to his nipples.
Matt draws blood, biting his lip enough to break skin. His hand jerks shakily even more, his body losing the ability to keep control of his movements.
"Slow," Sebastian says softly, dragging the sponge. "Do you want to come?"
"Y-yes Sir. Want you to make me come Sir."
"I didn’t ask you what you want," Sebastian says, voice hard. "When I ask you a question you will answer it and not volunteer additional. Do you understand?"
Smoothing his hands over Matt's chest and stomach, Sebastian smiles down at him. "Good boy. Rest."
Matt smiles and purrs under Sebastian's touch.
"Boy can speak if he wants," Sebastian says softly. "I want you to crawl to the sofa with me."
"Yes sir." Matt gets up slowly and crawls off the bed and then waits for Sebastian.
Going to the couch, Sebastian pats his lap. "Come here."
Matt crawls over to Sebastian and into his lap with a small smile.
Wrapping his arms around the man, Sebastian holds him close, petting him gently. "How do you feel?""Perfect, Sir." Matt purrs and presses closer.
"Good," Sebastian says. "Very good."
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