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Sebastian was bored. And frankly, a bored Sebastian possessed the destructive potential of a Golden Retriever left home alone.
Kimi was sprawled on the hotel sofa, legs propped on the table. He was staring at his phone with intense focus—though Sebastian knew that it was probably just motocross videos.
So quiet, so boring. I need to find some entertainment.
Narrowing his eyes, Sebastian leaned in with malicious intent.
"Kimi—" he dragged out the vowel, his fingers crawling mischievously up Kimi’s arm, tracing the ink on the inside of his bicep. "I'm so bored."
Kimi didn't even lift his eyelids. He simply pulled his arm away. "I'm watching the motocross highlights. Be quiet, Seb."
Seriously? He finds a bunch of muddy scrap metal more attractive than his own husband ? Oh, now it was personal.
"Stop watching." Sebastian straddled Kimi’s lap directly.
He felt the body beneath him tense instantly, and a triumphant smirk played on his lips. He lowered his head, the tip of his nose brushing against the side of Kimi’s neck, deliberately ghosting hot breath over that sensitive patch of skin.
"Play with me." Sebastian’s fingers slipped under the collar of Kimi’s sweater. His fingertips mischievously pressed against Kimi’s Adam’s apple, which bobbed slightly with his breathing. He scratched lightly at the vulnerable cartilage, feeling it roll up and down under his touch.
Seeing that Kimi still hadn't put down his phone (though his finger was hovering motionless over the screen), Sebastian decided to pour gasoline on the fire. He leaned in closer, his lips barely grazing the shell of Kimi’s ear.
"God, you’ve gotten old, Kimi" Sebastian whispered, his tone dripping with mock pity.
Kimi didn't answer. He simply tossed his phone onto the carpet nearby. It landed with a dull thud.
Before Sebastian could even make another sound, Kimi grabbed his waist and flipped their positions with a sudden, violent force.
Now Sebastian was pinned deep into the sofa cushions, trapped between the leather backrest and Kimi’s heavy, imposing weight. He looked up, meeting eyes that were usually half-lidded but were now dark with a dangerous undercurrent.
"Uh, Kimi?" Sebastian’s confidence evaporated instantly. He looked at Kimi, who was looming inches away, his throat clicking as he swallowed nervously. "I—I was joking. The phone... oh, you dropped your phone. Do you still want to watch the video? I can pick it up for you—"
Sebastian tried to squirm out through the gap between Kimi and the sofa.
"Not watching anymore." Kimi’s voice was rough. He reached out and hauled the escaping Sebastian back, pinning both of his wrists above his head. Kimi leaned down, his knee forcing its way between Sebastian’s legs, spreading them wide. "Let's verify your theory. Let’s see if I really have gotten old."
"W-Wait!" Sebastian twisted his body in panic. "I haven't showered yet, and... and look! It's still broad daylight outside! The curtains aren't closed..." He stammered, grasping at the flimsiest straws.
Kimi almost wanted to laugh at his flustered state.
Sebastian was thrashing beneath him, legs kicking uselessly in the air as he tried to find leverage. He looked exactly like a car beached in the gravel trap—wheels spinning wildly, making a lot of noise, but it was wasted effort.
Kimi paused, glancing at the window where the sky was already bleeding into a deep, twilight blue. It was well past seven.
"You showered this morning. As for ‘daytime’..." Kimi looked back at him, an amused eyebrow raised. "The sun set an hour ago, Seb. Try a better excuse."
Seeing Kimi reject every protest, Sebastian’s eyes darted around frantically. He opened his mouth to launch another argument, but Kimi had lost all patience for talking.
He cut Sebastian off by crashing his lips against his.
The kiss was sudden, bruising, and absolute. It smothered the startled cry in Sebastian’s throat, turning it into a broken, muffled whimper trapped between their mouths. His tongue invaded, sweeping through every inch of Sebastian’s mouth, demanding submission.
Kimi’s free hand slid under the hem of Sebastian's shirt, roaming blindly over the heated skin of his torso.
Sebastian couldn't help but let out a soft, broken whimper. "Kimi... m'sorry... I was wrong..."
Kimi pulled back just an inch, looking down at Sebastian—face flushed red, eyes glazed and unfocused. A wicked, predatory smirk curled Kimi's lip.
"You had plenty to say a minute ago."Kimi’s teeth grazed Sebastian’s burning earlobe, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin.
"I was joking, you're still young, Kimi, I was wrong." Sebastian wanted nothing more than to shrink into the corner of the sofa and disappear.
"Too late." Kimi pressed down again.
Kimi’s hand trailed down Sebastian’s side, calloused fingers mapping the dip of his spine before moving lower. Every inch of skin he grazed made Sebastian shudder. When that hand finally grasped him through the fabric of his pants, Sebastian threw his head back, letting out a short, shattered gasp, arching his back off the cushions like a cooked shrimp.
"Impatient," Kimi muttered. He made quick work of Sebastian's belt and pants, stripping him down with an efficiency that made Sebastian’s head spin.
Without breaking eye contact, Kimi lowered his head. His tongue swirled around one of Sebastian’s nipples, which was already hard and begging for attention, before he scraped his teeth against it.
"Ah..." Sebastian shook his head frantically, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "Kimi... don't bite there... it's too sensitive..."
His voice was thick with a sob, his face turning the color of a tomato. His legs kicked helplessly against the sofa, trying to escape the sensory overload, but Kimi’s weight pinned him down relentlessly. Kimi moved lower, his mouth leaving a trail of wet heat down Sebastian’s stomach.
Kimi reached for the bottle of lubricant nearby, coating his fingers with cool gel. He circled the entrance once, twice, before slowly sinking one inside, then two finges.
"F-Fuck!" Sebastian cried out, his hips bucking involuntarily.
"Old?" Kimi murmured, his voice low and dangerous. He slid a third finger inside, then curled his fingers upwards, deliberately pressing into that sweet spot with a slow, heavy rhythm. "Does this feel old to you?"
"No... not old..." Sebastian could barely form a coherent sentence, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Stop... it's too much..."
Kimi didn't waste a second. As he withdrew his fingers, he immediately replaced them with the heavy pressure of his length. He simply drove into him, hilt deep, in one smooth, devastating thrust.
"Oh—fuck!”
Sebastian’s head fell back against the cushions, baring his neck. The thrust hit him with a pleasure so violent, so immediate, that his vision blurred. It short-circuited his brain, leaving him momentarily dazed, floating in a white-hot haze of sensation.
Sensing the overload, Kimi leaned down. He pressed hot, soothing kisses along the exposed curve of Sebastian's neck and the sharp jut of his collarbone.
Kimi’s rhythm was brutal and deep. The sofa groaned in protest under their combined weight, the sound mixing with the wet, slap of skin against skin and the heavy thud of their bodies colliding. It echoed obscenely in the quiet afternoon living room.
"You like to talk," Kimi grunted.
A wicked idea flickered in Kimi's mind. Sebastian always had an analysis for everything—tire degradation, track temperatures, aerodynamic drag. He couldn't shut up if his life depended on it.
"Since you love to analyze so much..." Kimi pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, before sliding back in with a slow, agonizing drag that made Sebastian’s toes curl. "Analyze this"
Sebastian blinked, his eyes hazy with lust. "W-What?"
"Commentate," Kimi ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. He gripped Sebastian’s hips, holding him steady. "Narrate this. Tell me exactly what we’re doing. Tell me where I am. Tell me how it feels."
Sebastian’s mouth fell open. "Kimi, I c-can't... not now..."
So Kimi stopped.
He went dead still, freezing deep inside.
"Nngh..." Sebastian let out a needy, frustrated whine. He tried to buck his hips, desperate for friction, but Kimi’s grip on his waist was like iron, holding him completely immobile. The sudden stillness was torture.
"Speak," Kimi said calmly, his voice steady despite the heat in the room. "Or we stay like this all night."
"No! Don't... please..." Sebastian gasped, his body trembling with desire. He looked at Kimi and realized he wasn't bluffing. If he didn't talk, he wasn't getting any more pleasure. "Okay! Okay! I'll do it!"
Kimi remained still, waiting.
"The... the subject is..." Sebastian stammered, forcing the words out through his teeth, "Currently... experiencing deep penetration... friction is... oh god... friction is halted..."
Only then did Kimi reward him with a slow, shallow thrust.
"Correct observation," Kimi murmured against his ear, “"Go on.
Kimi moved with a heavy, deliberate rhythm that bordered on torture. He wasn't thrusting so much as he was *grinding*—sliding in and out with a slow, agonizing drag that forced Sebastian to feel the entire circumference of him.
"Uh... r-requesting increase in... in… in frequency," Sebastian stuttered, his hips bucking involuntarily to meet Kimi’s rhythm. "Current pace is... suboptimal. "
"Suboptimal?" Kimi huffed a laugh, the sound hot against Sebastian’s neck. "We can fix that."
He adjusted his angle, dropping his weight to grind harder against the sensitive internal swell. Then, he finally gave Sebastian what he wanted. He picked up the pace, snapping his hips with a brutal, rhythmic efficiency that knocked the breath out of Sebastian’s lungs.
"Current status is... critical!" Sebastian threw his head back, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the leather. "oh god, right there! Just there!"
"Don't stop," Kimi demanded, his own control slipping as he felt Sebastian’s internal walls clamping down around him like a vice.
"I... I can't analyze this!" Sebastian sobbed, his legs wrapping tight around Kimi’s waist, locking him in. " It’s too much... it’s... it’s crashing! I’m crashing!”
"Then scream," Kimi said, burying his face in the crook of Sebastian's neck. "Just scream for me."
And Sebastian did.
The screams weren’t analytical anymore. They were raw, broken sounds torn from Sebastian’s throat as Kimi hammered into him with devastating consistency. Every thrust was deeper than the last, hitting that burnt-out fuse in Sebastian’s brain over and over until he couldn't think, couldn't breathe, could only feel.
Kimi was no longer cool and detached. His breaths were harsh, guttural noises against Sebastian’s skin. Sweat slicked their bodies where they slapped together, the heat in the room becoming suffocating.
"Kimi... Kimi, I'm gonna—" Sebastian’s nails scored down Kimi’s back, his hips twitching wildly, chasing the final release.
"Go," Kimi roared. He grabbed Sebastian’s hips and drove into him with animalistic force, burying himself to the root again and again.
"Kimi! Kimi!"
Sebastian’s voice broke into a high, keening wail. His body convulsed, his release hitting him violently, coating Kimi’s stomach in white spurts. The intensity of Sebastian’s climax clamped around Kimi so tightly that it tipped him over the edge instantly.
Kimi groaned, a deep, guttural sound from his chest. He slammed into Sebastian one final time, pouring himself deep inside, riding out the waves of Sebastian’s spasms until they both collapsed, breathless and trembling, into the abused sofa cushions.
The climax had left them both shattered. Sebastian lay trembling against the cushions, his chest heaving, his stomach and the space between them a mess of slick fluids and cooling sweat. His eyelids were heavy as lead, fighting a losing battle against gravity. He was drifting, hovering right on the edge of a blackout.
"Up," Kimi grunted.
"Mm... no..." Sebastian mumbled, his words slurring together into a sleepy whine. "Bed... just wanna sleep..."
"Shower, then sleep.” Kimi corrected. He didn't argue further.
Sebastian felt the world tilt as strong arms slid under his knees and back, lifting him off the soiled sofa. He let his head loll against Kimi’s shoulder, too exhausted to hold it up.
“Oh wow, you're surprisingly strong for an old man.”Sebastian let out a soft chuckle.
"Shut up,”Kimi deadpanned, but his hold was secure as he carried him to the bathroom.
Kimi adjusted the water to the perfect temperature before pulling Sebastian under the spray with him.
Sebastian sighed as the warm water hit his skin, melting away the lingering tension. He leaned back against Kimi’s chest, letting Kimi support his weight.
Kimi was meticulous. He washed Sebastian with slow, soothing strokes, his large hands lathering soap over Sebastian's shoulders and chest, washing away the sweat. When it came to cleaning him out, Kimi was careful and gentle.
"You're being nice," Sebastian murmured, tilting his head back to rest on Kimi's shoulder, eyes half-closed.
"Don't get used to it," Kimi grumbled, though he pressed a quick kiss to wet hair at Sebastian’s temple.
By the time they were dried off and settled into the fresh, cool sheets, Sebastian felt soft, clean, and incredibly warm. He curled up on his side, watching Kimi climb in next to him.
Kimi shifted close, pulling the duvet over them both. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing the fringe away from Sebastian's eyes. The room was dark, but Sebastian could see the softness in Kimi's gaze.
Kimi leaned in, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to Sebastian's forehead.
"Good boy."
Sebastian smiled, a genuine, sleepy curve of his lips. He shuffled closer, burying his face in the crook of Kimi’s neck and draping an arm over his waist, surrendering completely to the warmth.
"Good night, Sir," he whispered against the skin.
"Night," Kimi replied, his voice rough with satisfaction. His hand came to rest protectively on Sebastian's back, holding him close as the darkness finally took them.