Theo dragged Sebastian onto the massive bed with surprising strength, the burgundy velvet comforter bunching under their combined weight.
The bunny ears on Theo's headband flopped adorably with every movement, the blue satin corset catching the fading sunlight from the bay window. He positioned Sebastian in the center of the bed and straddled him, pinning the English teacher's hips down with his own weight.
"Now then," Theo purred, leaning down until his lips were inches from Sebastian's ear.
"You're going to be a good boy for Kota, aren't you? You're going to let him take care of you. You're going to let him fuck that tight little virgin ass of yours until you can't remember your own name."
Sebastian's blush had reached nuclear levels. But instead of his usual stammering panic, something strange happened. His expression shifted into an attempt at casual confidence, his voice dropping into what he clearly thought was a smooth, experienced tone.
"Pfft. I'm fineee. I've done this loads of times. Countless times. I'm practically an expert at being fucked. You could say I'm something of a sex connoisseur. A fuck specialist, if you will."
Theo's grin turned sharp and predatory. He sat up slightly, his massive ass pressing down harder on Sebastian's lap.
"Oh really? An expert, are you? Well then, since you're so experienced, you should be the first one to get fucked by the big bad wolf tonight. Right, darling?" He glanced over his shoulder at Kota, who was still standing at the edge of the bed, his belt unbuckled, his cock straining visibly against his cargo pants.
"Sounds fair to me," Kota said, his voice low and rough.
Sebastian's false confidence evaporated instantly.
"Nonono, wait, I didn't mean—I was being sarcastic—I've never been fucked before today—I mean I have been fucked, obviously, today, by you two, but that was my first time and I'm still very sore and I think I need a break—a long break—maybe several weeks—perhaps months—"
Kota leaned down and kissed him. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was firm and commanding, his lips pressing against Sebastian's with enough force to silence the rambling completely. When he pulled back, Sebastian's eyes were glassy, his mouth still open, the rest of his protests dying in his throat.
"Just shut up," Kota said quietly, "and let me take the lead."
Sebastian made a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a whimper, his head nodding rapidly. His cocklet, still trapped in the pink bunny corset, twitched visibly against the satin fabric.
"Good boy," Kota murmured, and Sebastian's entire body shuddered at the praise.
Kota sat down on the edge of the bed, his back against one of the massive carved bedposts. The burgundy velvet bunched under his weight. His cargo pants were already undone, his boxers tented obscenely. He gestured toward the floor in front of him. "On your knees."
Sebastian scrambled off the bed and dropped to his knees between Kota's spread thighs. The bunny ears on his headband wobbled with the movement. His hands were trembling as he reached for the waistband of Kota's boxers. His breathing was quick and shallow, his chest rising and falling under the pink satin corset, his mind spinning into overdrive.
Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. This was actually happening. He was about to give a blowjob. A real blowjob. To a real man. With a real, massive, terrifyingly large cock. He had never done this before. Not properly. The time with his professor didn't count. That had been a disaster. A complete and utter disaster. His professor had said "Sebastian, you suck at this" and those words had haunted him for years. They echoed in his head every time he even thought about sex. And now he was about to repeat history. He was about to humiliate himself in front of Kota and Theo and probably the entire Hawthorne family if the walls were thin enough.
He pulled Kota's boxers down, and the cock sprang free with an almost violent force, slapping against his cheek with a meaty thwack. The weight of it was unbelievable. The heat of it against his skin was overwhelming. He stared at it, his eyes crossing slightly as he tried to take in the full scale of what he was dealing with.
Think, Sebastian. Think. You're an Oxford graduate. You have a 3.9 GPA. You wrote a thesis on Joycean epiphanies. You can figure out how to suck a cock. It's just anatomy. It's just a biological process. Pornstars do this all the time. They just open their mouths and swallow it all the way down. But pornstars were working with less than two inches. Two inches was manageable. Two inches was approachable. Two inches was something you could fit in your mouth without dislocating your jaw. This was not two inches. This was eight inches. Eight point nine. This was a monster. This was a creature from the deep. This was not a cock, this was a biological weapon.
Should he just try to deepthroat it? Just open wide and hope for the best? No, that was insane. That was how people died. That was how people ended up on the news with headlines like "Oxford Graduate Chokes to Death on Bosses Boyfriend's Massive Cock." His disappeared mother would be so disappointed. The Oxford alumni newsletter would have a field day.
Maybe he should go slow. Start with the tip and work his way down. But what if Kota got impatient? What if Kota wanted him to just take it all at once? What if Kota was one of those men who liked to face fuck their partners, grabbing them by the hair and thrusting until their throat was raw? He didn't know. He didn't know what Kota liked. He had no frame of reference for this. His entire sexual experience consisted of one terrible blowjob, one changing booth orgy where he had passed out, and a lot of very detailed academic reading that had not prepared him for practical application.
Would Kota even cum from deepthroating? Some men preferred different techniques. Some liked the tip sucked.
Some liked the shaft licked. Some liked their balls played with. Some liked a combination of everything. Sebastian didn't know what Kota liked. He didn't know how to ask.
"Excuse me, sir, but could you please articulate your preferred method of oral stimulation before i commence on said oral stimulation?" That sounded like a customer service survey. That sounded like something you'd fill out after calling the bank.
What if he used too much teeth? What if he accidentally scraped the sensitive skin and ruined the whole experience? What if he gagged too loudly and killed the mood? What if he couldn't fit enough in his mouth and Kota got bored and left and never wanted to see him again and Theo fired him and he had to move back to Oxford in disgrace and—
Kota rolled his eyes with a fond exasperation and reached down, tangling his fingers gently in Sebastian's hair. The bunny ears flopped to the side.
"Hey. You're spiraling again. I can see it in your eyes." His voice was surprisingly gentle. "Do you want me to take the lead instead?"
Sebastian nodded so rapidly his headband almost flew off. "Yes. Please. Please take the lead. I don't know what I'm doing. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for lying about being experienced. I'm not experienced. I'm the opposite of experienced. I'm inexperienc—"
"Stop apologizing," Kota said, but there was no heat in it. He grinned, slow and easy. "Okay. I'll take the lead. And I promise I'll be gentle."