#institutehunter

While Hunter had originally been unimpressed by the fact that he was waking him up, it was made much easier to stomach once Sebastian had given him his present. He’d toyed with the idea of what to get him for weeks, agonizing over the decision, before inevitably spending more money than was probably reasonable to rent a private island for spring break. Hunter had said he wanted an island, after all. It had seemed reasonable at the time,

They’d ended up not moving from bed, Sebastian having pushed the blankets down away from Hunter so that he could settle between his legs, fingers alternating between tracing the defined lines of his stomach and trailing lower to tease him.

“If you keep doing that, you know I won’t be responsible for anything that happens.”

“And what exactly do you think is going to happen?” Sebastian simply raised his eyebrows as he ran his hands along the inside of Hunter’s thighs, blunt nails dragging across the skin and leaving angry red marks in their wake. He knew they’d fade in a matter of minutes, but that wasn’t the point.

“Tonight, you’re not the one in control. You’re not responsible for anything. Everything that happens is going to be at my will – my discretion – and you’re going to enjoy it.” He dug his nails in a little deeper, smile turning up at the corners of his mouth, as a moan slipped out from between Hunter’s lips. “Consider it your gift -- well, the follow up, to it.”

“Now, you remember your safeword…” He spoke calmly, like they were talking about something as simple as the weather, as he moved to grab the blindfold off of the side of the bed where he’d left it. They’d talked about different kinks, and what Hunter did and didn’t enjoy, and this was something they’d both talked about trying before. “If you’re uncomfortable at any point, or want to stop, all you have to do is say so.”

Once he was sure that Hunter was ready, he secured the blindfold around his head and made sure that it was tight but not so tight that it would hurt him. He waved his fingers in front of his face and nodded in satisfaction when he was confident that he couldn’t see. The next step was using the silk scarves to secure his hands together behind his back, lips over every exposed inch of skin they could find as he got him comfortable.

“Spread your legs…” He murmured, his hands dipping between Hunter’s legs, as he helped him nudge them apart. “Focus on my voice.” He licked his lips, unable to resist how much of an effect all of this had on him. This was for Hunter – it was his birthday, after all – but he was going to enjoy this just as much, if not more, as he was. “Such a good boy. I can’t decide if I want to suck you off, or if I want to keep you on edge all night until you’re begging for release.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth, dragging his fingers down the side of his cheek, before straddling his hips. He knew that everything was heightened for him now that he couldn’t see, and that every touch would be even more exhilarating as it normally would be, and he rolled his hips down to meet Hunter’s. He could tell how turned on he was, how much he was enjoying himself, and all it did was spurn him forward.

Every moan, gasp for breath, and curse that slipped out from between Hunter’s lips was like music to his ears. He started out by teasing him – fingers trailing down his shoulders, across his stomach, and then between his legs, before finally giving him the attention that he wanted. He’d get him close, his mouth and his hands bringing him to the brink of orgasm, before throttling back again. He was generous with his praise, alternating between peppering his face and neck with his kisses, and running his fingers through his hair.

“Sebastian.”

He pressed one more kiss to the tip of his cock, where his attention had been focused on agonizingly teasing him for the least 45 minutes, before glancing up as he watched Hunter’s chest rise and fall.

“If you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’m going to find a way to do it myself.”

“So impatient.” He couldn’t help but grin, a laugh spilling out from between his lips, as he nudged Hunter up onto his knees. He got him turned around, securing his bound hands to the bed post, as his hand skimmed down over the exposed skin of his ass. He brought his hand down once, shivering at the contact of his palm against the warm flesh, and the moan it drew from his partner. He doled out two more in quick succession, enough to get him begging for more, before he reached for the lube in the bedside table. He didn’t waste any time, quickly drizzling it over his fingers, before working two fingers inside of him. He he leaned forward so that he could nibble at his earlobe, breath hot against his ear as he muttered all of the things that he wanted to do to him.

When he was good and ready he pulled his hand back, quickly wiping it on the sheets, before rolling on a condom and shifting his hips forward. He couldn’t help but let out a moan of his own as he filled him up, his forehead pressing against his shoulder as he gave Hunter a moment to adjust. He’d been edging him for hours, and had only gotten off once himself when he’d come on Hunter’s chest and had fucked his mouth – so they were both in dire need of release. He reached around to wrap his hand around Hunter’s cock, stroking him time with his thrusts as he twisted his head to whisper in his ear again.

“Don’t come until I give you permission.”

He alternated between erratic thrusts and slow ones, keeping up the pace from before to keep him right on edge. He’d give him his release when he was ready to beg for it, when they were both good and ready, and he’d stay true to his word – it’d be the best orgasm he’d ever had. Finally, when he was just about sure he couldn’t hold out anymore, he dragged his thumb over the head of his cock and bit down on his shoulder as one more thrust did him in. He rode out his orgasm as he stroked his hand down Hunter’s back, feeling how tense he was and how much of a struggle it had to be to keep himself in check.

“You’ve been such a good boy… I think you deserve a reward.” His voice was thick, heavy with lust and still a little shaky from his orgasm, but he helped him get turned back around before leaning down to take him in his mouth. He could tell that he was struggling, could feel the tremble of his thighs beneath his hands, and he gave him the sight – two taps to the knee – that would give him permission to let go. He kept his mouth on him as he rode out his orgasm, and the aftershocks, not pulling back until Hunter shifted beneath him when the oversensitivity was too great. He reached up and undid the ties around his hands, guiding him down onto his back on the bed as he curled around him.

Once he was sure that he was calm, and in a relatively good head space, he moved to undo the blindfold as well. It was important not to overwhelm the senses with everything right away, which was why aftercare was so important after a scene. His arm was wrapped around him, playing with his hair, as he pressed kisses against the side of his face. He offered him a bottle of water that he’d had on the nightstand, in case he was feeling lightheaded, and continued to pepper kisses along the side of his face.

He wasn’t sure how long they lay there, bodies wrapped around each other, before they fitted together again in a tangle of limbs and moans. It wasn’t erratic like before, there was no sense of urgency or desperation, but it still felt intense in a completely different definition of the word. He was never the type to throw around terms like ‘making love’ because, quite frankly, it was nauseating, but really… there was no better way to describe it.

When they fell asleep hours later, with the sun coming up outside of their window, Sebastian couldn’t help but realize something he’d been trying – and failing – to deny since the moment that Hunter had slipped under his skin.

While Hunter was out at the museum with Frannie, Sebastian spent most of the day in bed. He wasn’t hungover, or at least he’d never admit that he was, but it was a Sunday and he had nowhere else to be so he decided to catch up on the news and the episodes of I Am Cait that he’d missed since it aired. By the time Hunter returned, he was halfway through his rigorous hair regimen  and they were ready to go with plenty of time to make it to the park on time. 

When Sebastian had purchased his tickets online, he hadn’t really paid that much attention to what it was. He knew that it was based on the board game more than the movie, but he had somehow missed the fact that it was an interactive hike. He was more than a little unimpressed, but seeing as they’d already purchased their tickets, and Hunter had no problem with it, he decided to go along with it. But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to mutter under his breath about the walking (and the drab lines)  every time they had to keep on moving. 

Hunter, annoyed with Sebastian’s dragging his feet and his whining, grabbed his hand to tug him to the next location. He never dropped his hand, however, s they essentially ended up holding hands throughout the entire show. At the end of the show, it was up to the audience to take a guess to see who the murderer was. Sebastian was sure he had it right, had decided from the second location, only to realize that he was wrong. The murderer was determined at the beginning of the show by random audience selection which meant that it was luck, not logic, that determined whether or not you could guess right. Of course this annoyed both of them, and Sebastian had half a mind to demand a refund, but to calm him down and keep him from making a scene they wandered off into the wooded area and Hunter found other ways to keep him occupied and keep him from trying to get a refund at the box office.