Saving Sebastian: A Catharsis Novel (Custos Securities Series Book 3)

by Luna, David

  Gideon pinched his chin lightly and turned his face towards him. Their eyes met and the compassion he saw there nearly broke him. “You safeworded, Sebastian. Asked me to slow down to figure out what was bothering you. I take that very seriously. I would never use pictures that caused you distress. You’re obviously not ready. I shouldn’t have pushed. We’re deleting the photos. If you ever feel comfortable enough, we’ll try it again later.”

  “I’m sorry. I thought I could do it. I knew I’d hate it, but you both wanted it, and I wanted to give you what you wanted. I’ve never reacted like that. It took me by surprise.”

  “That makes both of us. Please watch while he deletes the pictures. I don’t want you having any doubts.”

  Sebastian watched as Khaleo deleted everything he’d taken and said, “Thank you. I’m sorry to have wasted your time.”

  Khaleo smiled. “It wasn’t a waste. I learned that you’ve drawn me. That was well worth it.” He stood and headed towards his camera bag. “I’ll leave you two alone. Please text me, Sir, when you’re done here, and I’ll come down and clean up my equipment before we open.”

  “Actually, Khaleo, why don’t I help you break it all down so we can give Sebastian a few moments to catch his breath.”

  Fresh embarrassment reddened his cheeks and he shook his head. “I don’t need—”

  Gideon silenced him with a look. “Catch your breath, boy. You can sit and rest or rifle through everything I brought down with me if you want and you can ask me questions about anything that’s there. We’ll be done here in a couple minutes.”

  Knowing better than to argue, he nodded and murmured, “Yes, Sir.”

  WHILE HE WANTED TO GIVE Sebastian a breather, he felt like he needed one himself as well. He should have been able to read him better and shouldn’t have pressed to do the photos so quickly. As he helped Khaleo with the camera equipment he realized just how much he wanted his contract with Sebastian to work out. The boy was sensuality personified and he just knew there was so much untapped potential there, he couldn’t wait to discover it all. What he thought would be a simple act of him giving his sub an erotic showering experience the night before, had turned into something he knew he’d never forget.

  He’d slowly undressed Sebastian, reveling in seeing his gorgeous body, really for the first time. Having only looked at his body in a clinical way prior. He’d paid no attention to the beautiful lines of his willowy body, the soft hairlessness of his torso, the supple play of muscles under flawlessly smooth skin, and the way the pinkish birthmark that the boy seemed to loathe, highlighted his slender neck and the soft curve of his shoulder.

  Once he’d gotten the boy fully undressed he’d allowed Sebastian to do the same to him, chuckling at the wide-eyed wonder in reaction to the size of his engorged, cut cock. His eyes were comically big, his jaw dropping open and then he’d bitten his lower lip and licked it in such an unconsciously carnal way that it had nearly done Gideon in.

  When the boy had finally glanced up at him, he’d smiled, his excitement evident, and whispered, “I see why you wanted me to prep with the plugs. I thought the biggest one was wishful thinking on your part, but now I’m not so sure it’s enough.”

  Gideon had thrown his head back in laughter, enjoying the sparkle in his boy’s eyes and the teasing and playful tone in his voice. “We’ll get the biggest one in tonight for a couple hours and then again in the morning before the rigging.”

  The disappointment that had wrinkled the boy’s brows and made him pout at having to wait, reassured him. “You won’t miss it tonight, that’s a promise.”

  When Sebastian had sighed and nodded in response, Gideon had led them into his large shower enclosure that boasted three showerheads, one of which was detachable. As it was the boy’s fantasy, he’d allowed Sebastian free rein with his body and he’d come alive with his eagerness to touch and taste every inch of Gideon’s skin. And he couldn’t remember a time he’d experienced such an amalgam of sensory stimulation and denial.

  It seemed his boy had a bit of devilishness in him. No sooner would Gideon sink into a relaxed feeling of boneless bliss at the remarkably strong hands making putty of his muscles, than he was brought nearly to peak when taken into the boy’s tight fist and hot mouth, repeatedly, an edging torture that had him weak in the knees. Sebastian had even gone so far as to ask permission to rim him. Gideon couldn’t remember the last time someone had offered him that. As a rule, he didn’t bottom, but that rim job had been a thing of existential beauty that had had his cock leaking copious amounts of precum and his breath sawing in and out of his lungs, while asking for more of the boy’s tongue.

  When Sebastian had finally come around and taken him into his mouth, using a soapy finger to mimic the feeling of his tongue on his asshole, he’d been nearly vibrating with need. The boy couldn’t deep throat him, but he made up for it with an enthusiasm that made Gideon thankful the boy had chosen to join his club. Using his other hand and his talented mouth, Sebastian had given him the best orgasm from a blow job he’d ever had. He’d come down the boy’s throat nearly too blissed out to see the look of ecstasy on Sebastian’s face at receiving his Dom’s load. So. Fucking. Beautiful.

  He’d dried the boy off and then himself, walking them back to his bedroom and tossing Sebastian on the bed. His boy giggled so playfully Gideon found himself pouncing on the smaller man and tickling him just to hear more of that sweet, carefree sound. That had led to a bit of spirited wrestling until they were both a bit breathless and grinning at each other. Just then Slap, or maybe it had been Tickle, clawed his way up onto the bed, batting at Sebastian’s damp hair and trying to lick it.

  He’d picked the kitten up, walked him across the room and put him on the floor outside the door just as the other one slipped right past his defenses, making a giant leap and clinging precariously by his little claws from Gideon’s duvet. As he’d watched that happen, the other one had darted back in and soon he was standing by his bed, hands on his naked hips watching the kittens climb over Sebastian and make a beeline to his damp hair again, chewing on it like it was a tasty treat, the boy trying not to laugh at his mock, thunderous expression.

  Skirting the end of the bed, Gideon leaned over and lifted both cats in front of his face, “Can’t have you in here tonight, little monsters, my boy needs some attention.”

  As he walked back into the bedroom, muttering, “Gonna have to buy some kinda cat jungle gym or some shit to keep them busy and out of our hair,” he glanced up to see that Sebastian’s cock, which had been deflated only moments ago, was now hard as a rock, pulsing with the beat of his heart, and nearly kissing his stomach. He glanced up at the boy’s face and saw that he’d propped himself up on his elbows and was looking at Gideon with such desire he did a double take.

  Gideon tilted his head and asked, “What’s got you so hard?”

  Sebastian bit his lip and shook his head, but Gideon wasn’t having any of that. He crawled across the bed, wedging his thigh between Sebastian’s, resting his weight on his side. He took the boy’s cock gently in his hand, clasping it in his loose fist, just under the head. He pulled down to slowly, torturously reveal the gorgeous flared head by sliding back the foreskin, eliciting a moan. “Don’t make me ask again, boy.”

  Sebastian collapsed on the bed and covered his eyes with one of his forearms. When he kissed Sebastian’s upper arm, he’d lifted it, glancing sheepishly at Gideon, his grin self-deprecating when he admitted, “You called me your boy, Sir.”

  Confused, Gideon had said, “I’ve called you boy before.”

  Sebastian shook his head. “Not just boy, you said, ‘my boy,’ Sir.”

  Gideon smiled, enjoying the fact that saying those words had triggered such a physical reaction with Sebastian. He’d already made the decision in his head that he wanted the man underneath him to be his boy, possibly more than he’d wanted anyone in his life. “You wanna be my boy, Bastian?”

  Sebastian’s grin slipped away and h
e nodded quickly.

  Gideon needed the words. “Yeah?”

  His boy let out a shaky breath and nodded again. “Yes, Sir.”

  Gideon nodded. “That’s good, because I want you to be my boy.”

  He barely had the words out before Sebastian clasped his face and kissed him with a passion born of desperation as Gideon continued his gentle pumping of the boy’s cock, loving the feel of his foreskin sliding under his hand. They kissed for an age, caresses slowly changing from soft and tentative to rough and frantic. But Gideon didn’t want Sebastian to come anywhere other than his mouth, so he pulled away and was just about to move to get the largest plug he’d spoken of earlier when Sebastian’s palm on his chest stopped him, a pretty blush tinting his cheeks.

  His boy cleared his throat and whispered, “Can I try something?”

  Curious, Gideon nodded. “Whatever you want.”

  Biting his lip, Sebastian’s blush deepened. “Where’s your lube?”

  Gideon got up and pulled a bottle out of his nightstand drawer and handed it over. Sebastian asked him to sit on the edge of the bed. Intrigued, he did so and was quite happy when Sebastian straddled his lap. He gripped the boy’s round ass cheeks in his hands and gave them a squeeze, dragging him closer so he could take those pouty lips with his own. Sebastian had other ideas, however, and clasped Gideon’s face in his hands, pulling away from the kiss and backing away a bit on Gideon’s lap.

  He had taken the cap off the lube and held it over Gideon’s straining erection, dripping a small bit of the lube on Gideon’s cockhead and doing the same on his. Sebastian’s slender fingers began to softly rub the lube over every millimeter of his glans, leaving no spot untouched. This was Sebastian’s game, he’d let him play it, but damned if he didn’t want to flip the boy over, crawl on top of him and rut him like a wild animal. Those soft, tentative teasing touches were going to kill him.

  He had watched, transfixed, as Sebastian rubbed the lube onto his own cockhead and then glanced shyly up at him, his bottom lip between his teeth. Gideon thumbed the soft flesh out of the boy’s mouth and kissed him, taking that bottom lip between his own teeth, instead. When they parted, Sebastian looked down and scooted back a tiny bit more on his lap. Head down, the boy held their cocks, kissing the tips together and holding Gideon’s shaft still as he ever so slowly slid his foreskin over the tip of Gideon’s cock.

  Fuck. Him. Sideways. Docking?

  Jesus Christ, Sebastian was full of surprises. Gideon could do nothing but sit still and watch as the sexiest boy he’d ever seen fully engulfed his fat glans and a bit of his shaft with his own foreskin. When Sebastian gripped both their cockheads in his hand and began to jerk them off, Gideon nearly exploded right then and there.

  He’d never experienced the feeling of another man’s foreskin on his cock. The lube and the feeling of the softest, slickest layer of skin sliding over his hypersensitive glans was nearly more than he could take. A full body shudder consumed him and his boy looked up, their eyes colliding.

  Possessiveness like he’d never felt before settled over him like a warm blanket and he found himself reaching up to grip Sebastian’s throat, just enough for him to physically feel his submission. His boy’s eyes slid to half-mast and his breathing picked up, grip tightening and quickening on their joined cocks. When Sebastian moaned, and pushed his neck harder against Gideon’s hand, Gideon took the cue and gripped a little tighter. The boy started rolling his hips causing their cockheads to slide up against each other over and over, sparks of sensation emanating from tip to shaft and zinging into his ball sack.

  When Sebastian leaned forward again, Gideon tightened his grip just a fraction more and leaned their foreheads together. He growled and let out a harsh whispered command, “Hold your breath for me, boy.”

  When he had heard Sebastian gulp in a deep breath and then hold it, he placed his other hand on top of his boy’s and gripped harder, the friction of the lube, the butting cockheads, the docking foreskin, Sebastian’s thrusting hips, and their double fisted grip holding everything together was building him toward release faster than he cared to admit. When he heard mewling escaping from behind Sebastian’s sealed lips, he tugged on Sebastian’s throat, drawing him closer and whispered in his ear. “Come for me, Bastian.”

  Sebastian let out a strangled cry and Gideon felt hot cum spurting against his oversensitive glans and dripping out from around the edges of Sebastian’s foreskin. He came unglued, pulled his cock from the slick sheath and began frantically pumping his shaft, wanting to brand the boy with his cum, claim him in some primal way. When he glanced into his boy’s eyes and saw his struggle not to take a breath, he whispered, “Breathe, boy.”

  When the boy sucked in huge gulps of much needed oxygen, the evidence that he’d waited until Gideon gave permission, sent chills throughout his entire body and he lost any and all control he’d had. He painted the boy’s chest with ribbons of his cum, grunting as a final spurt escaped and again, he looked into Sebastian’s eyes. His boy had grown suddenly shy and looked down at his lap.

  Immeasurably moved by the trust Sebastian had just shown him, he gathered him in, hugging, and reassuring him. “So good. You did so good, boy. I’m so proud of you.”

  The praise must have released a lot of tension the boy had been carrying because suddenly he was shaking in his arms. Gideon gathered him still closer and began to rock them back and forth, banding an arm around his lower back and holding him flush against his chest as he used his other hand to caress the smooth skin of his back. “Shh. I’ve got you. You were amazing, Bastian. Such a good boy.”

  When Gideon felt Sebastian’s grip tighten around him after his praise, he knew he’d reached him. He continued caressing and holding his new sub, emotions running rampant through him, knowing they were doing the same to Sebastian. When the adrenaline had finally ebbed, he could feel Sebastian go limp in his arms. He’d laid him down on the bed, leaned over him, and had kissed his soft lips.

  After the emotional release Sebastian had, Gideon cleaned him up, lubed him up, and slowly, painstakingly inserted the largest butt plug, praising his boy throughout. He left it in as they each went through their bedtime routines and climbed in bed. At about the thirty-minute mark he removed it, promising Sebastian it would go back in first thing in the morning.

  The memories from the night before were so vivid it was like watching a movie reel of their evening. As he finished breaking everything down with Khaleo, he thought about how proud he was of Sebastian, trusting him enough to be spontaneous and try something new. Gideon knew he wanted the suspension rigging, but as he made his way back over to his boy, he was still unsure if they should continue with the session.

  He helped Sebastian onto the table, wedged himself between his legs, and cupped his face. “You safeworded to slow me down, and for that I’m grateful. But, Sebastian, I need you to understand that I would have been just as happy if you’d safeworded before you were having a panic attack. More so, actually. And with red, not yellow. Or even if you’d told me a straight out no, last night.”

  Sebastian nodded, looking ashamed. “I’m sorry. I wanted to please you because you were doing the rigging when you don’t normally do it for people and it was our first scene. I wanted to slow down and see if I could try again so I could be what you need.”

  Gideon’s shoulders slumped. He’d obviously not explained himself properly if the boy felt like he had to repay him for performing as a proper Dom should. He lowered his forehead to Sebastian’s and let out a slow breath. Pulling back, he kissed Sebastian’s temple and said, “I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant when I explained it to you. I meant to say that I don’t like performing it in public with subs that I’m not contracted with. Does that make sense?”

  Sebastian nodded again and then, as if thinking better of it, he shook his head. “No, Sir.”

  Gideon smiled. “Good boy. Thank you for being truthful. Rigging is a personal thing for me, so I don’t want to do it
as a show, as a scene for all to see, because I want to connect with the person I’m rigging. Doing it in front of an audience cheapens it for me.”

  Sebastian nodded. “That makes sense.”

  “I wanted to do it for you and would have suggested it if you hadn’t brought it up. This contract is for both of us. I want both of us to get our needs met.”

  When Sebastian merely nodded, Gideon continued, “I’d happily perform a public rigging scene for you, anytime, if that’s what you needed from me.”

  Sebastian shook his head and said, “No, Sir.”

  “I didn’t think so. Just don’t feel like you have to repay me for doing my job, all right? Never feel like you need to do something for me, so that I’ll do something you want. I don’t want it to feel like we’re bartering to get what we need.”

  Sebastian scrunched up his face in distaste, shaking his head. “No, I don’t want that either.”

  “It’s a give and take, of course it is, but I’d do what you needed, even if I didn’t get anything out of it but seeing you submit beautifully for me, and I have a feeling you’d do the same, to please me. Isn’t that right?”

  Sebastian nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good. So why don’t we go upstairs. We’ll make lunch and decide what else we’d like to try today. We can—”

  Sebastian reached out and gripped his waist, gazing up at him imploringly. Goddamn, those gorgeous eyes. The boy was going to be the death of him. Sebastian interrupted his thoughts. “Can’t we continue?”

  Gideon followed Sebastian’s gaze behind them, where he’d dropped the rope. “Sebastian, you had a panic attack and were struggling to breathe. I don’t think—”

  “Please, Sir. It was only because of the camera and I said yellow, not red. Please. I want this. I really want this.”

  Gideon gazed at him silently for several long moments. He reached up and slid the back of his hand down the boy’s soft cheek. “You’ve interrupted me twice now, boy.”