Family Ties - Betrayed Then Seduced

Sebastian POV

Morning came; Sebastian’s eyes opened slowly. The sheets on Simon’s side were cold. For a second his stomach dropped, then the memory settled: Simon had slept on the couch. Mike had told him so last night, right before he had pushed Sebastian against the shower wall and used his throat until his knees gave out.

Sebastian rolled onto his stomach and felt it at once. A deep, pleasant ache in his hole that made his cock twitch against the mattress. The stretch from Mike’s cock still sat inside him. Every small shift of his hips reminded him how thoroughly he had been taken in their bed, then again under the hot water while Simon slept downstairs.

He slid a hand back between his cheeks. One finger pushed in without resistance. Soft, slick, still wet. Mike’s cum had stayed in him overnight the way he had been ordered. Sebastian bit the pillow and let out a quiet moan as he worked the finger deeper, feeling the residual heat and the way his rim fluttered open. His cock hardened fast, leaking against the sheets.

Not now.

He pulled the finger free, wiped it on the mattress, and sat up. On the floor near the foot of the bed lay the torn blue thong. Sebastian scooped it up, walked to the laundry hamper, and shoved it to the very bottom under a pile of towels. He would throw it out later when Simon was at work.

Guilt flickered, then faded under the weight of Mike’s voice in his head. That hole belongs to me now.

He pulled on fresh red thong Mike had given him and clean shorts and a soft T-shirt, then padded down the hallway. Mike’s door was cracked. Sebastian paused just long enough to look. Mike lay on his back, the sheet tented high over a thick morning erection. Sebastian’s mouth watered. He forced himself to keep walking.

Downstairs the living room was quiet. Simon was curled on the couch facing the cushions, under a thin blanket. Sebastian crouched beside him and brushed hair from his forehead.

“Hey. Coffee?”

Simon stirred. “Yeah… what time is it?”

“Almost seven. You’ve got work soon. Go shower. I’ll make breakfast.”

Simon sat up slowly, nodded, kissed him on the cheek, and headed for the bathroom.

Sebastian watched him go, then moved into the kitchen and started the coffee. He cracked eggs, dropped bread in the toaster, and tried not to think about the way Mike’s cock had looked when it was still wet with his spit.

Simon POV

Simon stood under the spray with both hands braced against the tile. The water was hotter than usual. His cheek still carried a faint tenderness from the slap. Mike’s voice kept looping in his head, calm and final: You don’t get my cock for a week. Maybe longer.

His own cock was already hard, heavy between his legs, the head flushed and sensitive even to the air. He did not touch it. He had been ordered not to, and the order sat heavier than any self-control he had ever managed on his own. The denial was its own kind of pressure, a constant low ache that made every thought circle back to the same place.