Just a Bit Wicked

Chapter 14

By the time Vlad returned from the bathroom, Sebastian had changed into the old white T-shirt and shorts he found in the closet.These are his old clothes from a few years ago, when he didn't have much muscle. Now the clothes are a bit small and stretch tightly on him.

Sebastian heads towards the bathroom, avoiding Vlad.

When he brushed his teeth, he saw himself in the mirror and couldn't help scrunching his face.His lips were swollen and his stomach and legs were bruised.Luckily the bruises on his face weren't too ugly.Hope they subside soon or the makeup artist will kill him.Days until another photoshoot.

He nearly collided with his sister as he walked out of the bathroom.

"You look awful." Julia looked him up and down.

"Thanks," Sebastian said. "Your precious little brother just got through a day of beatings and needs to hear this."

She rolled her eyes. "Please, you are stronger than all of us combined. And you are prettier at your ugliest than I am at my best. I am not the face of our family." She pulled him over and hugged him with one hand Hug him and kiss him on the cheek. "I'm glad you're okay, Dumb. Don't fuck with your homophobic bouncer."

Sebastian suspected that he must have a classic expression now, probably exactly the same as the deer who was at a loss in front of the headlights, because Julia laughed.

Sebastian pursed his lips. "Where did you come up with the idea...?"

"Please, I understand you, you forgot? The sexual tension at the table just now was embarrassing. Besides, he is definitely your kind: scumbag, Viking looks, tall, strong like a tank, Big hands, big dick—”

"How do you know, maybe there is a toothpick in his place."

She stared at him curiously. "Really? That's weird. Usually I can tell a man's dick size from his behavior. I guess he is at least eight inches long."

Sebastian snorted. "God, can you shut up? It's embarrassing to be your family. Also, you mean that the base of a man's lower body determines the confidence of the upper class? I seriously protest this."

Julia smiled and patted his cheek. "Baby brother, if you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes. When you reach my age, you will understand the wisdom in my words."

"There are still two years left, I look forward to that moment coming sooner." Sebastian walked back with a straight face. "Good night."

"Good night. Don't sleep with your bodyguard!"

Sebastian gave her the middle finger and went back to the bedroom.

The room was dark and silent.He could just vaguely see Vlad lying on the sleeping bag next to the bed.

While cursing the stubborn Russian for his lingering spirit, he tiptoed to the bed and got under the covers.

He lay on his back, spread his limbs, closed his eyes, and told himself that it was time to sleep.

He counted sheep tenaciously for half an hour, and finally gave up.He opened his eyes.

The room was dead silent, and he could hear Vlad's steady, regular breathing, but he knew Vlad wasn't asleep.He was sure that the tension in the air was not what he had imagined, like a taut string that was approaching the moment of breaking.

From the moment he walked into the room, his lower body remained half erect.

Sebastian felt hot all over and lifted the quilt.

His hot skin still hadn't cooled down, so he took off his T-shirt and let it fall to the ground.

He lay flat on his back, enjoying the feel of the new sheets, trying to ignore the fact that Vlad was lying about a meter away from him, and he was almost naked.

It's nothing, but he still couldn't help being stimulated by this thought and trembling all over.God, he's horny now, in fact he's been vaguely horny since morning, Vlad has followed him like a shadow all day.Every time at this time, he felt that he was indeed a slut, his body seemed to have a volition, and he wanted to hit him hard, completely regardless of the consequences.His rational side resisted having anything to do with Vlad and his ingrained homophobia, but his body didn't mind.His body just wanted to be fucked, and his nasty side was constantly churning out fantasies that made him sexually high.He imagined him getting up, straddling Vlad's lap, pulling out Vlad's long, thick cock, and fucking himself on it until his cum shot all over Vlad's wide, thick chest.Perhaps, he would sit on Vlad's chest, feel Vlad's mouth with his penis, and let Vlad's fingers rub his back hole.Or maybe he'd turn around and put Vlad's big dick in his mouth, and Vlad would pinch his thigh and lick his hole.

Sebastian bit his lips to avoid making any noise, and pressed his palms on his painfully hard lower body.

Don't sleep with your bodyguard.Julia's voice echoed in his head.Don't sleep with your bodyguard.Don't sleep with your bodyguard.

He imagined Vlad's strong thighs wrapped around his waist, and his strong, solid body being pressed under him, so he didn't have to worry about inadvertently fucking him.

I am not a second chair.Vlad would have said that, even as he groaned and squeezed Sebastian's cock in his ass, he would have said so.

Sebastian couldn't help gripping his erection through his shorts.God, if Vlad knew what he was thinking now... maybe he would give him a good beating.Or just beat him up and then fold him up and fuck him nasty, with his legs around Vlad's neck—

Sebastian bit his lip and realized that his hand was already in his panties, moving it up and down.Hold.He didn't even know when this happened.His cock oozes pre-cum, and the sound of wet skin to skin is unmistakable.

Panicked, Sebastian forced his hands to stop, pricked up his ears to listen to his surroundings, and prayed that Vlad had fallen asleep.

But he couldn't hear Vlad's steady breathing.His small gestures had presumably been heard.

Sebastian closed his eyes tightly.

Vlad said hoarsely. "Would you like some face?"

"I'm a healthy man and I have needs." Sebastian didn't want to act like a little boy caught stealing a cookie.The more frank he is, the less embarrassing this matter will be.

"You just ejaculated last night. Is that what you do?"

"It's called healthy libido," Sebastian smiled at the darkened ceiling. "But I understand you. At your age, I probably don't remember what it feels like to be hard several times a week."

"I'm only 32," Vlad said stiffly.

"Really? Then why are you acting like a pedantic old man who hasn't fucked in your life?"

"I don't do that when I share a house with other people."

Sebastian laughed at him and said, "Please, you said you have brothers. Surely you don't sleep in separate rooms?"

"They died before reaching puberty," Vlad said gloomily.

Oh.

Sebastian cleared his throat. "What a pity. They all died? What happened?"

"Tuberculosis," Vlad answered succinctly.

Sebastian didn't know what to say.Unexpectedly, Vlad took the initiative to continue: "Our village is far away from the big cities. There is no vaccine, and there is no cure. My mother found that I was the only one who was not infected, so she sent me to a distant relative in Moscow."

only?

"You mean..." Sebastian licked his lips. "You mean they're all dead? Your mother..."

"Ah."

Vlad's voice tightened, and that said it all.A pity welled up in Sebastian's heart.He couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose all his family all at once and be sent to a completely new big city.Maybe that explains Vlad's moody and cynical look.He must have had a pretty rough life.This doesn't excuse some of his language and behavior, but at least it gives a little explanation.

"How did you become Roman Demidov's confidant?" Sebastian was curious. "I mean, it's kind of an easy climb from a rural nobody to a billionaire director of security."

"I was clinking poor and I needed money," Vlad replied. "I got involved in illegal underground fighting and found out I was pretty good at beating people up." He sighed. "There's really nothing to say, really. I got involved with people I shouldn't have, and I got addicted at 15. I'd do anything to get high, just like any other addict. In the end I owed them a lot of money. One of them ordered me to kidnap Roman's sister and bring it back to him."

Vlad didn't go on, Sebastian asked, "What happened next? What happened?"

"I can't," Vlad's voice was strong and clear. "Anastasia was only five years old. I tied her—I didn't work alone—but I sent her to her brother. I thought—I know I tied her and made her In distress, her family would probably kill me for it, but Roman convinced his dad that I could work for them. He settled my debts, got me off drugs, and gave me a job."

"Wow." Sebastian was a little surprised, Roman Demidov is not a kind person. "It was kind of him to do that."

Vlad laughed, as if what he said was a joke. "Roman wouldn't do anything out of good intentions. In his circle, loyalty is a rare thing. He saved my life and guaranteed that I would not betray him, and he got a trustworthy subordinate who is also capable of protecting him. Things Just as he thought. I saved him so many times I couldn't count how many times I was made chief security officer in seven years."

Sebastian bit his lip.They were able to chat calmly, which made him a little confused. "I have the impression that Roman fired you not long ago?"

"True," Vlad replied reluctantly; obviously he didn't want to talk about it.

"Why?" Sebastian asked.

"Do you know how Luke and Roman met?" Vlad said cautiously.

This piqued Sebastian's curiosity. "Well, Luke met him through work when he went to Moscow on business."

"That's right," Vlad said jokingly. "If you don't know, I can't say much. But the main reason is...Luke somehow played Roman around, and I don't like it. I think he's a bad influence, and it makes Roman faint. And—" He didn't finish, but Sebastian figured it out.

"Turned Roman gay?" He curled his lips.

"That's right," Vlad said. "I think the little bastard knocked him out. Roman was straight until I met him. I helped Luke escape back to England behind Roman's back."

"It's not too surprising, actually," Sebastian said mildly.The idea that Luke is "obsessed" with a man like Roman Demidov makes him laugh a little.Apparently Vlad still has in his subconscious the old idea instilled in him by his homophobic uncle - that homosexuality is a contagious disease.Sebastian tried not to get angry.He knew that such deep-rooted thoughts could not be easily removed.

"Luke is beautiful and cute," Sebastian said. "He's an impeccable little beauty. His type is particularly attractive to straight men. I don't think Roman would be interested in...for example, someone like me. He basically gave me the impression that he was a straight man."

"You're not ugly," said Vlad gruffly.

Sebastian chuckled. "Thanks, but I'm not as cute as Luke. And I'm tall and strong—"

"You have a better face than Luke."

Sebastian gasped in surprise.He blinked and blinked again, unable to believe what he heard.

"I'm the handsome type, not cute." He cleared his throat slightly. "I mean, I don't look feminine or cute at all. If you find my face attractive to you, it doesn't mean that someone with a little curvy like Roman will like it."

There was a tense silence for a few seconds.

"What are you trying to say?"

"You're not very straight," Sebastian said carefully. "Surely you've realized it by now? I think you're way more crooked than Roman. My 'Kedar' didn't make much of a difference when he met him—some people only desire a certain sex, he's a perfect example— -but you……"

"I'm—a—straight—male," Vlad said through gritted teeth.

Sebastian thought for a moment, propped himself up on his elbows, and looked down at Vlad.In the darkness, he couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only see his broad and thick chest rising and falling from time to time.

Sebastian tried not to stare, but it was too hard.Damn, he doesn't know what's wrong with him.He has seen countless beautiful bodies in the industry, and now he is numb.He rarely stopped to stare at the bodies.Why did he feel like he was 16 all of a sudden?The truth is quite embarrassing, his body was fascinated by Vlad.He is like a silly boy who just started to eat, as long as he feels Vlad approaching, his body will tense up, and his skin will become extremely sensitive, and he can detect any movement of Vlad.

Sebastian sounded the alarm in his head, reminding himself not to be like a distraught little boy. "Okay, let's pretend you're not gay. Are you going to pretend you didn't have a good time yesterday?"

He watched Vlad's Adam's apple roll. "That was a mistake. You said it yourself."

"Of course it was a mistake, but that's not what I asked," Sebastian said mildly. "Don't you like fucking me?"

"What kind of question is that?" Vlad said gruffly. "Didn't I cum?"

Sebastian flicked his fingers lightly on his thigh. "Orgasm is just a physiological response to stimulation. There are also degrees of orgasm. I don't need to teach you this, do I?"

"Blyad[1], what do you want me to say? Say I love to fuck you?"

Sebastian noticed with great interest that the angrier Vlad was, the thicker his accent became.

"I—" He was about to speak when Vlad interrupted him.

"You know what I'm thinking?" Vlad sat up abruptly and leaned forward, thrusting his hands into Sebastian's hair, pulling his head to the edge of the bed, and leaning against his own head, their faces Only a few centimeters away.

Sebastian swallowed.His mouth was dry, and his lower body set up the tent again.

"What?" he whispered.

"You keep saying it was a mistake, that I was a mistake worse than Fletcher, but you just won't let me go. You keep trying to make me admit how much I want you. What do you care? That's all you do Arrogant?" Vlad tugged at his hair, bringing Sebastian's face closer. "Or is it that you have something about me and are obsessed with me?"

Sebastian felt his face heat up.

"I think you are," Vlad said, their foreheads touching. "I think you actually want me to fuck you again, but you're too embarrassed to say it. You just want to get on my nerves and let me fuck you in a fit of anger, and then you can push it all to bad and On mean Russians."

"Go to hell with you," Sebastian cursed under his breath, his anger returning.He wanted Vlad to suffer.God, how badly he wanted to show Vlad something, to prove him wrong, and to humiliate him so badly.

"You can't even admit what you've done," Sebastian gasped heavily into Vlad's mouth. "You know why you're worse than Fletcher? He was a teenager and you're an adult. You bloody wretch—"

Vlad pushed him down, their mouths banging hard.

Sebastian bites him.Vlad growled and bit back.Sebastian bites again, trying to injure him.God, they were just insane, rage fighting dizzying desire, two opposing desires that were spinning him.He wanted to kill Vlad, wanted to strangle him, wanted to fuck him and be fucked by him, so hard and nasty that they forgot each other's names.

Sebastian couldn't figure out at what point their battle of bites turned into a deep, hungry kiss, but in an instant he was moaning and pulling Vlad toward himself.Their eager kiss continued to heat up, lips almost melting into one.His hands stroked Vlad's broad, muscular back, his rounded nails digging into the flesh.They moaned and growled and rolled on the bed, pulling at each other to get tighter.Sebastian couldn't remember a time when he'd longed for something like this, trembling with longing.Desire made him want to cry, he wanted to possess, plunder, and penetrate each other.

Sebastian pushed Vlad onto his back on the bed, sitting on his thick thighs.

He looked down at the heaving chest of the man beneath him, Vlad's face hidden in the darkness.His own breathing was so loud he couldn't hear anything.He half expected Vlad to push him away as soon as their lips parted.But Vlad's hand seemed to be glued to his crotch, his thumb caressing his sensitive stomach, and his spread fingers clasping his buttocks.Those hands were big and full of strength.The hands moved down, kneading his thighs greedily, as if their owner had lost control.

Sebastian leaned down and whispered in Vlad's ear, "You want to fuck me, don't you? That's a pity. I'll do it this time."

He felt Vlad freeze beneath him. "You can't make me," Vlad said, digging his fingers into Sebastian's ass. "I won't let anyone intervene."

"Why, are you afraid you're going to have too much fun?" Sebastian bit Vlad's earlobe.

"I..." Vlad couldn't continue, his dick was pulled out by Sebastian and held in his hand.

"I'm not gay," Vlad said through gritted teeth, his cock throbbing in Sebastian's hand.

"Of course." Sebastian turned on the lamp and started rummaging through the drawers, praying he'd left lube the last time he was back to visit his parents.

He did.There are even a few condoms, which is a miracle.

Sebastian grabbed the bottle, uncapped it, and dabbed lube on his fingers.

Vlad gripped his wrist hard, like a vise. "You can't fuck me," he snapped.But his dick was being held in Sebastian's other hand, hard as a rock.

"Well, if you're afraid..."

Unsurprisingly, Vlad exploded at the word "scared."If Sebastian's cock wasn't painfully hard, he would have rolled his eyes.God, he wanted to fuck him.He wanted to do it, he wanted to fuck Vlad, fuck him into the mattress until the homophobic jerk begged him for more.

"I'm not afraid of anything," Vlad said. "Forget it, whatever. But I can't be happy."

This is a challenge?

"We'll see." Sebastian ripped off Vlad's panties, parted his thighs, and stuck himself inside.He licked his lips, looked at Vlad's chest - he wanted to kiss it, suck those tits, nibble those firm pectoral muscles - but he didn't, and forced himself to start directly stretching and stretching Vlad. lubricating.He wanted Vlad to surrender to his cock, and he had a feeling it wouldn't be easy.

The truth is, not all gay men enjoy anal sex.Some people find it uncomfortable, others find it messy and messy.Personally, Sebastian loves being penetrated.Generally speaking, if his bed partner is unwilling to be a zero for various reasons, he will not force it.Not only did he not mind being the next one, he was quite happy with it.It was the first time he wanted to penetrate another man so badly, to fuck him so hard that he fell apart.He wants to watch this proud, masculine, homophobic guy pretending to be a straight guy get fucked into a horny slut.Just thinking about it made his dick ache.

Seeing Vlad's impatient face, he made up his mind not to let himself feel happy.

Sebastian inserted a finger, and Vlad's expression remained unchanged.As he jerked off Vlad, he inserted another finger, and the fingers began to open and close gently inside Vlad.Vlad didn't respond.

Sebastian was starting to get frustrated, he curled his fingers—

Vlad shuddered, his whole body tensed up.

"Excellent, isn't it?" Sebastian repeated the action with a smile, gently pressing on Vlad's prostate.

Vlad stared at him, jaw clenched.He obviously enjoyed it, and he hated how he felt.That would be unfortunate.By the time Sebastian's done it, he's going to be a slut who craves a man, whether he wants to or not.

Sebastian's third finger inserted into Vlad's back hole, and Vlad let out a groan from his tight lips.

"Still don't like it?" Sebastian murmured, twitching his fingers.

Vlad glared at him, his cheekbones burning red, his lower body as hard as an iron bar, and his pupils dilated. "That's right."

"Liar," Sebastian said, rubbing Vlad's prostate.

Vlad couldn't hold back another groan.His hips moved against Sebastian's fingers.

"Look at you," Sebastian murmured hoarsely. "You want it too much. Let's see how hard you are."

If eyes were a murder weapon, he would have been killed by Vlad. "Stop talking nonsense and continue." Vlad gritted his teeth.

Sebastian couldn't help laughing, his patience was worn out.His fingers trembled as he put the condom on himself.

"Open your thighs a little more." Sebastian was ready to go.

They watched as Sebastian's words slowly sank into Vlad's asshole.The incredible tightness wrapped around him and Sebastian took a deep breath.

Vlad lost his eyesight, gasped for breath, and said through his teeth: "It doesn't feel right."

Sebastian backed off a little, then pushed back, hitting Vlad's prostate.Vlad gasped and arched his body backwards.

Vlad's butt clamped Sebastian's penis tightly, and Sebastian propped his body on top of him, looking down with a teasing smile: "What did you just say?"

"Fuck you." Vlad grabbed Sebastian by the hair and made him bend down, kissing him fiercely.Sebastian kisses back and thrusts his crotch, rubbing against Vlad's cunt uncontrollably, with no other thoughts on his mind than to fuck him.

They worked fast and hard.It's not sex, it's just lust, the most primitive and the lowest kind.Vlad groaned under Sebastian, moaning softly when his prostate was pushed.Although he denies it in every possible way, he obviously enjoys it, he likes to be penetrated.His voice is as beautiful as heaven.

"Isn't that a second chair?" Sebastian whispered into Vlad's ear, thrusting harder and deeper, sweat rolling down his brow.Being number one was like being a coolie; that was one of the reasons he liked being number zero when he was sleeping with men.Well, another reason is that he loves a man's dick. "Admit it, Vlad. You like it. You like being fucked. You're pretending to be straight—but you're—" he jerks—"a fucking slut."

Vlad groaned, even thrusting his hips up to meet Sebastian's thrust, wrapping his strong thighs around Sebastian's hipbones, but he still refused to speak.God, he was incredibly tight.Sebastian stopped for a moment to catch his breath, reveling in the tenderness.

Vlad hummed impatiently: "Move."

Sebastian lazily fondled Vlad's precum-oozing cock. "Wait a minute, I'm tired." The innumerable bruises on his body were painful, which also made it difficult for him to show off his glory.

"Squeamish," Vlad said, rolling over with his arms around Sebastian, straddling his lap.He sank down, allowing Sebastian's cock to penetrate deeper, and let out a contented moan.God, he looks like this... Sebastian watched obsessively as Vlad's tall and muscular body rode his dick, watched him lift his head in extreme pleasure, his lips parted slightly, he The high-spirited symbol of desire looks delicious against the toned abs.Sebastian stared hungrily at the graceful shaft, wishing he could fuck himself while fucking Vlad.

The thought made Sebastian arch and come, and he tried to hold back, but the orgasm came so hard he yelled.Fuck, what if his parents overhear?

Vlad sucked out Sebastian's limp cock, breathing heavily, his own cock still hard.Before Sebastian could say anything, Vlad grabbed another condom and slipped it on himself, starting to lubricate it.

Oh my god, that's right.

Vlad threw Sebastian's leg over his shoulder, literally snapped him in half, and inserted it slowly.Sebastian sighed contentedly.Being stretched was uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt - his body was used to being penetrated and it didn't take much preparation - and it wasn't long before Vlad was thrusting hard, as if he were a limp wretch. baby.The feeling of Vlad's heavy body pressing down on him was wonderful.Lying under Vlad, opening up to receive him, gave Sebastian a special feeling, nothing could have been more emotional for him.He gasped and stared at the ceiling, the bed creaking under them.God, he's being fucked to death by his homophobic bodyguards, and his parents are down the hall.This thought didn't make him soften, on the contrary, he became more excited. He felt that he was very bad, very bad-behaved, and he was simply obsessed with ghosts.

When Vlad's orgasm came, Sebastian was hard again.He snorted disapprovingly as Vlad withdrew from his body.

"Who's the fucking slut now?" Vlad growled, rolling off him with a vague sneer.

Sebastian wanted to punch him. "I hate you," he said bitterly.

"Oh?" said Vlad, stretching out on his sleeping bag.

"Bastard." Sebastian closed his eyes, trying to ignore the vague feeling of unsatisfied emptiness in his acupoints. "To tell you the truth, I'm not obsessed with you."

Vlad didn't say a word.His silence is almost ironic.

inhale.Exhale.Sebastian wanted his dick to be safe.When he finally softened, regret and shame overtook him.He swore to himself that he would never repeat the same mistakes.He swore.Why is he so bad?

Sebastian turned sideways, with his back to Vlad, curled up tightly.

idiot.He's just a fucking idiot.

[1] Russian: Fuck!