When Jim drops his trousers and pulls out his hard cock, Sebastian knows to get on his knees and suck him off. He knows to mind his teeth and to swallow everything Jim gives him.

But it's different for Sebastian.

Sebastian isn't allowed to just drop his pants and demand a blowjob – Jim gives it to him accordingly. Sometimes it'll be a surprise; sometimes both of them know it will happen. Sometimes Sebastian's cock would already be hard and ready by the time Jim touches him, sometimes Sebastian gets to moan and grab Jim's hair as Jim coaxes him as they kiss, hot and slow.

Sometimes there would be spanking, sometimes it would lead to something else, something more. Sometimes Jim would bring Sebastian to the brink, the delicious brink where Sebastian is ready to fall, so ready and so desperate, and Jim would leave him.

Sometimes Sebastian would enjoy it, sometimes fuck, Sebastian would enjoy it. Sometimes they would be alone, sometimes there would be people in the next room, sometimes there would be people in the room with them, whether they were conscious or not, and willingly participating and watching over or not.

Sometimes it would be rough, sometimes it would be gentle. Sometimes there was grabbing and it was quick and hot, and there was searing pain that lasts for mere seconds. Sometimes it was slow and tender, like the soft rolling of waves that ease Sebastian open, meticulously and almost teasingly.

But sometimes, very occasionally, Jim would let Sebastian kiss him. He would let Sebastian lean in until their foreheads were touching, until their noses were pressed next to each other, and their breathing was all that kept them apart, and he would let Sebastian til in and kiss him chastely, and he would respond, following the curve of Sebastian as he tilts back a little. Their hands would ride up the planes of their skin to rest on the backs of necks, in hair, on thighs, overlapping hands, on faces, on shoulders, on backs, on groins. Their soft moans would be like scratching records – repeated over and over again. Sometimes all Jim had to do was moan in that way, and Sebastian would instantly be hard from anticipation.

Sometimes, Sebastian would tell Jim how much he loved Jim, and Jim would reply that he loved Sebastian too.

But Jim had to wonder if he meant it, sometimes.