Sebastian Smythe

One  of  these  days  you're  going  to  be  the  death  of  me,  I  just  know  it.

If  I'm  being  honest  with  you,  I  tend  to  prefer  the  degradation  side  of  things.  I've  never  been  that  moved  or  turned  on  by  praise  or  words  of  affirmation  but  maybe  that  is  something  I  will  learn  to  like  while  we  are  here;  but  I  would  much  prefer  being  called  things  like  a  dirty  little  slut,  and  treated  accordingly.

How  depraved?

You're  right,  that  is  what  the  assignment  was  about.  Now  I  just  need  to  find  someone  to  experience  an  actual  scene  with  rather  than  just  talking  about  it.

God. You really are such a bottom, aren't you? Next you'll be telling me you like to be smacked around by dominants. In a fun way, of course.

Oh, completely depraved. Filthy, really.

I'm sure there are quite a few dominants who'd help you out with it. Hell, me included.

Every single rational thought seemed to evacuate Ross' mind with heightened speed as he thought over the fact that he had just asked for boundaries, making responsible decisions, and why he was there at Dalton as well.

This was the reason why Ross believed in restraint, because if anyone like Sebastian rolled around to him, he needed to show it so he didn't end up in this situation.

A hand moved up into the other's hair to tangle into it, yanking slightly on the man's hair so he could pull back as Ross groaned at the tension between them, especially feeling how aroused Sebastian was, and how it was already affecting his own body. Through heated breaths, Ross just let out a 'don't' before his brain tried to continue connecting his thoughts. He knew it would be complicated if he left it that way.

His hands become firmer as the others request settled into Sebastian's mind. His body and hands still holding up Ross effortlessly, one hand boldly moving up to brush under the hem of the others shirt to tease along his upper hip. Skin to skin. The touch almost asking permission, as if Sebastian was only barely holding himself back from simply ripping off the other's clothes in that pure need he was feeling in the moment. Sebastian's lips pressed against the others again, just as deep and hungry as before only now he paused against those lips to speak and to tease those words against the others lips as if it was a spell. "Hm, don't worry Baby Girl. I won't... " He spoke the words before he stole another kiss, teasing a few more against them. "Hm, the prettiest of Baby Girls... Beauty beyond words.." There was that praise the other craved and dolled out like a drug from Sebastian's illicit tongue. "I could spend hours fucking that pretty pussy of yours, Baby Girl...Make you see stars..." He teased before finally fell silent as he stole another deep, all-consuming kiss.

That  idea  alone  has  me  missing  my  summer  home  in  Paris,  so  thank  you  for  that.  I'm  sure  this  place  will  wind  up  being  just  as  wild  as  that  fancy  upstate  claiming  center  you're  talking  about.  Some  still  seem  to  be  acclimating  themselves  to  being  here  and  figuring  out  what  they  are  allowed  to  do.  Even  with  that,  though,  you  seem  to  be  managing  to  charm  some  of  them  right  out  the  gate  already.  Not  that  I'm  surprised.  If  your  father  does  ask  me  for  updates,  do  you  want  me  to  tell  you  or  do  you  want  me  to  just  handle  that  on  my  own?  Speaking  of  your  father,  I'm  not  trying  to  lend  myself  to  his  usual  ranting  about  you  Smythes  and  the  high  caliber  of  the  families  name.  He's  much  better  at  those  speeches  than  I  am,  I'm  simply  trying  to  say  you,  yourself,  don't  need  to  bother  with  making  a  list  of  your  qualities  like  some  of  these  other's  do.  You  don't  need  the  help,  you  are  plenty  enticing  on  your  own  without  it.

I  thought  I  paid  to  have  that  story  buried  so  I'm  not  sure  how  you  heard  about  it,  but  no.  That's  not  exactly  what  I  meant.  I  was  more  so  saying  that  I'm  not  completely  out  of  the  loop.

You  do  know  you  can  be  both  right?

Right,  and  trust  me  that  route  is  hardly  any  fun  though  if  you  ever  do  find  yourself  in  that  position  down  the  line  let  me  know.  I  have  an  amazing  lawyer  I  can  send  your  way,  just  don't  do  what  I  did  and  sleep  with  him  in  a  parking  garage  where  it's  captured  on  CCTV. 

Alistair  Smythe  does  have  a  nice  ring  to  it.  I'm  glad  my  roommate  isn't  around  or  I  might  have  to  explain  why  I'm  so  hard  right  now.  Are  you  actually  suggesting  we  break  into  a  classroom  or  are  is  this  still  part  of  the  teasing?  I  haven't  even  met  my  roommate  yet,  but  that  could  make  for  an  interesting  first  introduction.

I  remember  that  Christmas.  That  would  make  sense  too,  that  was  practically  right  after  it  happened.  He  spent  the  next  year  making  snide  comments  to  me  about  how  sorry  he  is  he  can't  be  like  my  favorite  nephew.  I  should  have  told  him  that,  that  I  was  just  missing  some  young  thick  dick,  especially  because  you  aren't  wrong.  I'm  sure  he  would  have  loved  to  hear  that!  Might  have  helped  us  get  separated  faster!  Next  time.

Exactly,  though  a  scandal  or  two  while  we're  here  wouldn't  be  the  worst  either.  Might  as  well  give  his  staff  a  reason  to  be  on  the  payroll.

Ooooo. You did do something scandalous in the alleyways. Naughty boy. Eh. I'm just teasing about how old you are. I get it. You know what Grindr and memes are.

I could be both but I am, like, 98 percent sexy. Thank you.

I mean now I gotta know, did you keep the CCTV tape? Seems like a fun memento.

Mr Alistair Smythe. Uncle Alistair  Smythe . Kind of works, honestly. Why? You think the classroom is a bad idea? You'd think a place like this would have some kinky sex den around or something. At least a sauna to hook up in. I mean you could say Hi to your brand new roommate while taking the best dick in the Upper East Side. Would at least be a hell of a meet-cute. I don't know- am I teasing?

Eh. You should have told me. Could have dumped a load down your throat while he was in the next room. Scandalous. Ooo. He was jealous. Jealous. Aw. Am I your favorite nephew? Now that's what you should call me if you're bent over at some point.

I  hate  to  say  this  but  I  like  the  way  your  mind  works.  You're  definitely  making  this  assignment  seem  more  appealing.

I'm  not  sure  I've  earned  being  called  a  good  boy  yet,  dirty  little  slut  feels  more  appropriate,  but  yes.  Shouldn't  that  be  what  I  want,  given  where  we  are? 

In my experience, submissive comes in many different forms. I think if you enjoy being called a dirty little slut enough to get sent into sub-space works. Then hey, why not enjoy that.

Though I could call you way more depraved things than that.

Is  that  so?

In  that  scenario,  then,  would  you  be  the  one  with  me?  Would  you  be  giving  me  words  of  affirmation  to  repeat  or  degradtion?  Or  doing  something  else  altogether?

I mean, it could be fun to hear you call yourself a dirty little slut. Honestly, if it were up to me. I'd make you wear a cock ring and keep you aching hard the whole time. Torture ya a little.

Sebastian did it. He did the one thing he sought after doing- getting under Ross' skin almost perfectly. It wasn't fair to Ross. He just felt like he knew Sebastian for some reason, and Sebastian knew exactly what to say perfectly. This tension was like a weapon that Sebastian was wielding right now to ross and the Switch just didn't know how to react to it. At the same time, what if this was just bait? That Sebastian was just trying to get under Ross' skin more and piss him off. Or this was the goal. He knew this man was a player. He'd basically boasted about it several times while trying to get to know him.

Two strong, firm, confident, perhaps even oh so dominant hands move down to press tight around Ross's waist as his lips finally close that distance between them, and he lets his lips draw Ross into a deep, hungry, passionate kiss. The sort you could lose hours into as one kiss turned into the next. It was unashamedly sexual, just like the man who gave it. Those hands on the other's hips lifted Ross up in a show of strength, perhaps to treat Ross as the pretty, slender thing that a nickname like Baby Girl would imply. Besides, he was hoping that Ross would have enough brain cells in the moment to wrap his legs around his waist as the kiss turned into the next deep, hungry one. Sebastian moved to press Ross right up against the nearest wall, using it to enclose himself around the theatre star to block out the rest of the world. It was just them, in this moment, tasting, teasing, and enjoying each other. Sebastian's hips shifted up against Ross's teasingly, that thick bulge pressing against the others. Did he have to be an arrogant dick and have a great cock? Apparently. He was tempted to make a comment but he was just lost in the taste of the other, the feeling of those lips against his stole kiss after kiss.

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Self  reflection?  You  want  me  to  sit,  no--  to  kneel  in  front  of  a  mirror  while  bound  with  ropes  or  cuffs  and  have  some  man  who  knows  absolutely  nothing  about  me  give  me  words  of  affirmation  to  repeat  back  to  myself  in  the  mirror?  Or  repeat  what  they  say  and  degrade  myself  for  them? 

I  thought  these  courses  were  going  to  help  because  they  were  designed  by  and  run  by  professionals,  not  some  middle  aged  suburban  mom  who  thinks  reading  filthy  romance  novels  while  drinking  a  glass  of  wine  counts  as  self  care.

This  is  ridiculous.

His breath caught when Sebastian leaned closer, and whatever offended response that Ross had been carefully calculating and preparing to snap back at him immediately died before it reached his mouth. "This is inappropriate," is all he admitted, trying to figure out how he wanted to react, but what Sebastian was saying was having Ross react before he even wanted to, as his face moved back so he could just look at Sebastian. Blue eyes just stared, trying to find the words. "And arrogant. And presumptuous, again," his eyes went to the other's lips then back up to his roommate's eyes.

Ross knew he was fucked in this situation. How exposed he felt, and how hot his neck felt, which had the actor just reaching to scratch at the back of his own neck to ease his own tension and heat off of him.

"Well, I am definitely all of those things." Sebastian quipped as he watched those lips dip to his lips and back again. Unable to miss every little moment and tell the other was giving him right now. All those definite words from earlier seemed an age ago, at least right in this moment.

"How about this..." His hand moved up to brush along Ross's jawline just as softly and sensually as before, the same knuckles teasing against the others skin before his thumb caught the other's bottom lip and he teased the digit over it.

"You don't lie to me, Baby Girl, and I won't ever lie to you." The nickname dripped from Sebastian's lips like a dark promise of sexual adventures and hedonism. Like he'd been aching to call Ross that since he thought of that mini-skirt and panties. "I'll always be utterly, totally honest with you..." His thumb finished it's little adventure over the other's bottom lip as his fingertips moved to tease along the other's neck again. Tracing where the other had just moved his own hand, like he was copying that movement. "I cross my heart..." he declared playfully, his lips moving a little closer but yet never moving those final last few inches to a kiss. Just...letting that tension between them fill the moment.

Don't  worry,  I  don't  plan  on  getting  a  home  here  and  making  things  that  official  but  I'm  sure  there  will  be  something  down  the  line  to  make  this  place  worth  being  here;  other  than  having  you  here.  I'm  going  to  ignore  the  comment  about  me  being  a  spy  for  your  father  because  you  know  I  would  never  actually  do  that  to  you.  It  would  make  me  too  much  of  a  hypocrite.  You  know,  I  saw  that  little  post  and  it  worked  for  Ross  Berry.  Some  people  need  commodify  themselves  to  help  garner  attention,  but  you  are  not  some  people.

You  know,  I  was  a  little  younger  than  you  are  now  when  Grindr  was  first  introduced.  I'd  argue  I  know  it  better  than  you  do.

Yes.  You're  cute,  among  other  things.

That  just  further  proves  to  me  that  he  wasn't  the  right  fit  for  you.  If  he  was  none  of  that  should  have  mattered.  You  are  not  a  common-place  man  and  you  deserve  someone  that  wants  to  and  can  dance  with  the  devil.  Someone  that  can  appreciate  you  and  your  tastes.  Honestly,  I  think  it  worked  out  for  the  best  for  the  both  of  you  otherwise  you  two  could  have  wound  up  like  my  ex  and  I.  Miserable  until  it  finally  just  drives  you  mad.  Trust  me,  I  have  spent  plenty  of  time  fantasizing  about  being  a  proper  Smythe  but  unfortunately  that's  not  in  the  cards  for  me--  but  I'd  rather  talk  about  this  little  fantasy  of  yours  more.  I'm  sure  they  have  a  kitchen  counter,  or  something  similar,  we  could  use  around  here  for  you  to  update  that  little  fantasy  with.  It's  funny,  joking  like  this  helps  put  why  my  ex  didn't  like  when  I  was  around  you  into  perspective  a  bit.  He  always  seemed  jealous  of  you  for  some  reason  and  I  thought  it  was  because  I  accidentally  moaned  your  name  while  I  was  with  him  once.  I'm  starting  to  think  that  might  not  have  been  all  of  it.

Right,  and  I  think  your  father  will  be  thankful  of  that  as  well.  Less  for  him  and  his  staff  to  clean  up.

Aw. You gonna tell me stories about some time you were throat fucked in an alley or something?

Pft. I'm sexy. Not cute.

Yeah. Well, that's what I've been saying since that situation-ship with Hummel ended. What he expected and what I could give were two very, very different things. Eh. You're right. There's every chance if we'd tried to do the proper thing, he'd end up hating me anyway and we'd be in some court office getting the claim dissolved. Aw. Buddy. I could always pretend you're my full-blooded uncle if it makes it hotter for you. Pretend you're Father's brother or something. Let you try out that family name for a spin. Let you enjoy the power fantasy of it for a hot moment or two. I mean, I bet we could steal one of the empty classrooms if we're really feeling bold about it. Somehow I doubt either of our roomates would be thrilled if we used that room.

Oh shit, you moaned my name? I knew there was a Christmas when Uncle Remy was giving me the cold fucking shoulder. You missing a young thick dick or something? Heh. I'm honored I could join you in bed mid-fuck, always nice to know I'm on someone's mind.

But only almost.

"I don't need to dangle anything in front of you, Sebastian. If you require some sort of reward system simply to demonstrate basic self-control, I think that's something you should probably unpack with one of the instructors here instead of me. Or a therapist. Or both." Ross's voice remained calm, considering the imagery Sebastian had so casually dumped into his head. He was really trying to make sure the other Switch didn't notice that he had gone quiet either. "And personally, Sebastian Smythe. I think there's something to be said about personal restraint as well. Not every impulse needs to be immediately indulged in just because it feels really really good. Then you're just chasing a euphoric feeling forever and ever."

What would Ross even know about doing something impulsively just because it felt good? Nothing, that's what. But he could try to at least come across as convincing. But, at the same time, it also felt considerably less convincing when Ross was actively trying not to imagine exactly what Sebastian meant by obvious possibilities. But that should have been the end of it.

It wasn't.

Because then Sebastian started talking about praise and Ross went noticeably still. It was something he craved often. And Sebastian was pinning him absolutely to the t about it.

There was something profoundly irritating about hearing someone he'd known for approximately twenty minutes describe a feeling Ross understood much better than he wanted to admit. That little rush when his director singled him out after rehearsal. A review mentioning his performance specifically. Even something as simple as being told he'd done something right had always managed to make Ross feel a little bit better. It didn't even have to be sexual.

There was a moment where Ross wondered about hearing it sexually, trying to just imagine it, his cheeks turning a bit more pink than they had been. Which made Ross fully turn away from Sebastian, focusing on unpacking again with a snippy "Shut Up" thrown at him at the same time. This fantasy that Sebastian was feeding into his brain was making him feel light headed.

He should have stopped there. That's all that should have happened, but curiousity often times killed the cat, especially for Ross Berry. Ross reached for another shirt. Folded it. Set it down before turning back to Sebastian, blue eyes glancing at him before down to his lips, trying to get more information.

There's a little roll of his eyes as the other threw that shut-up his way, and he held up his hands as a little symbol that he was going to stop. And he would have. He really, really would have let that silence stretch between them if it had remained like that. His own hands silently dropping his clothes into pile that would be easier to put away later. Black shirts together, jeans, sleeved shirts-

He could feel Ross's eyes on him from across the room even without glancing over at him. The way they lingered just a bit. He was about to say something before the singer got there first, and Sebastian turned towards Ross with a little amused smirk that dug into his cheek like the cat who just got the cream. He couldn't help but look pleased that the other was asking a few follow-up questions. "Right. RIght. Of course not. You're just asking for clarity's sake." Hey, if that was the lie that Ross wanted to tell himself in this moment, Sebastian wasn't about to break that logic.

Sebastian moved across the room and closer to Ross till he stood inches from the other and peered down at the shorter boy with that same telltale smirk. "It depends, actually. I think you'd look divine in a pretty royal purple silk shirt that has the top few buttons undone to show off that chest. And a pair of tight, black jeans that tease that ass that could bring any man around to it's knees. And of course I have this pretty thin gold collar that looks like it was made for a neck like yours.." Sebastian's hand reached up to brush a few knuckles along the other's neck as he spoke, just over where he imagined one might sit.

Sebastian leaned forward to brush his lips right next to Ross's ear, however more than aware that this might get him punched in the face but hey, the other had wanted him to be honest. Right? "I think my favorite look, however, has you wearing a tight little black mini skirt, white stockings that run up along those distractingly perfect legs of yours, a cute frilly top, and the tightest white lace panties you ever did see. You looked like such a good little girl for me."

Ohio  clearly  has  it's  charms.  I  haven't  figured  out  what,  exactly,  they  are  yet  but  knowing  you're  here  is  definitely  helping  me  settle  with  staying.  As  much  as  I  want  to  agree  with  you,  because  treats  can  be  nice,  personally  I  don't  think  you  need  to  peacock  yourself  like  that,  you  are  plenty  alluring  without  having  to  mention  money  and  familial  connections.  Don't  sell  yourself  short. 

Is  that  how  things  work  now?  Getting  straight  to  the  point  rather  than  bothering  with  nuance  and  some  build  up?  Clearly  I  have  a  lot  to  catch  up  on.

Hurtful,  but  true.

That's  a  shame  Sebastian.  He  was  nice,  I'm  sorry  things  didn't  work  out  for  you  but  that  just  means  he  wasn't  the  right  fit  and  now  you  have  the  space  to  find  someone  better.  Someone  who  deserves  you.  I  would  have  said  I'm  here  for  the  same  reason,  to  find  the  right  person  for  myself,  but  I'll  be  nice  and  let  you  think  I  only  came  here  because  of  you  and,  as  you  put  it,  my  deep,  utter  lust  for  you.  I  can't  deny  it  anymore,  I  need  you  to  use  me  like  one  of  your  boys--  is  that  what  I'm  supposed  to  say  now  in  this  little  fantasy  of  yours?

My  divorce  finalized  as  of  a  week  ago.  It's  almost  funny.  Now  that  it's  finally  over  there  are  shockingly  no  more  press  following  me  around  and  shoving  their  things  in  my  face.  It's  almost  lonely.

You have been out of the game for hot moment, have you heard of grindr even?

Is it though?

He got tired of dancing with the devil and wanted someone respectable to bring home to his dear old sick dad. Which apparently was not someone he met in the backrooms of some horny club. Which, honestly, I kind of get, but hey, there it is. Since I have no morals and I'm depraved as hell. Of course you- I suppose I didn't think about the consequences of you suddenly being single. You really should have found a way to take the Smythe name. Would have help ya. I mean yeah- though in my little fantasy, you're bent over the kitchen counter and getting deep dicked while you're calling me Nephew. Really leaning into the whole taboo aspect of it. And complimenting my dick- so hey, it's a multi-layred experience. Though it made a few thanksgivings very hard to get through.

Eh. Honestly, it was a long shot anyway. Most people here don't seem to know taste if it was hitting them in the face.

I  wouldn't  mind  you  finding  a  nice  little  claim,  as  you  so  eloquently  put  it,  myself  but  do  you  really  think  this  is  the  way  to  go  about  that?  Name  dropping  your  father,  my  brother-in-law,  and  his  political  position  as  if  you're  trying  to  get  past  night  club  security;  flirting  with  the  fact  you  have  a  black  amex  card  you  like  spending  on  your  distractions;  and  vaguely  hinting  at  your  personal  finances again  with  the  mention  of  your  job? 

Is  that  normally  how  you  go  about  finding  your  paramours  or  are  you  just  teasing  the  rest  of  the  people  here  by  dangling  something  in  their  faces  they  will  never  be  able  to  get  their  hands  on?

I  wouldn't  say  I'm  disappointed  but  I  thought  you  had  better  game  than  that.

I  do  like  the  tease  about  biting  though.  It's  cute.

How  have  you  been? What  happened  to  that  Hummel  boy  of  yours?

A little bit of both. Besides, all of that information is better than some dull speech about my likes and dislikes; at least it gets to the point.

Oh, my game is perfection, Uncle. I'll be sure to show you sometime if you're real good.

Cute? That's just hurtful.

The Hummel Boy and I had something of a diverting paths, which mostly resulted in him hating me for reasons I will never fully understand.

Why are you here, exactly? Obviously not here to finally give into your deep, utter lust for your nephew.

Changing from the lounge wear of dark sweats and matching hoodie to some white high waters, white polo, and a splash of color with red shoes, bowtie, and belt. Something to keep the eyes trained on him and his physique, at least in his way of thinking. Not wanting to be too loud but bright enough in caee he lost the other man in a crowd.

Which was a possibility since Blaine wasn’t exactly tall, and a head shorter than most of the other men at Dalton from the looks of it.

Sebastian included.

Leaving the Dominant dorms, expecting to find Sebastian exactly where he told him to be wearing the collar of choice.

Why the collar? Why not? It was a nice ice breaker, and reason to curl his fingers into something that wasn’t fragile to pull the other man down closer to his face when they were both standing. And knowing the Smythe heir was proud of his wealth, his curiosity was piqued on what the collar of choice would even reflect. Something flashy or made of fine fabric compared to the cheap sex shop options? Blaine was eager to pick apart everything, if only to make the Switch squirm for him.

Sebastian had no shame when it came to submitting, he enjoyed the experience just as much as he did when he was playing the dominant. Perhaps it was just because he was so sexually fluid that it felt comfortable no matter what the situation. Sebastian took the time to slip into something that would draw the eye, a pair of tight black pants that showed off both his ass and that sizable bulge. A dark blue shirt that was probably more than most people made in a year, and then finally he slid open the drawer he'd selected to hide various collars he'd bought for this experience. Some were for submissives. Others for him. There was even one he'd picked out for Kurt when they were still intimate with one another.

For his time for Blaine, however, he'd picked his favorite one for personal use. His fingers found a black onyx metal collar with silver engravings along its rim. Various Fleur-de-lis covered its edges, and a little black ring at the front. It was ostentatious in a way that was very, very Sebastian. Besides, if Blaine gave a tug to it, the metal would cut into his neck in a way that gave him that edge of pleasure and pain he'd enjoyed.

Blaine would find Sebastian exactly where he'd asked to be and not even a moment too late. He hardly wanted to leave a bad impression on the dominant after all. Sebastian knelt, his knees spread a little, and his head tilted up to watch the shorter boy as he moved towards him.

PRIVATE: I'm sure any questions you have about my opinion of Kurt Hummel might be best asked to Kurt Hummel. As it might be better to get stories of my relationship with him from him. Least of all because I don't want to colour your opinion of Kurt as your friends'.