Tiny bit more of the sub Seb poly universe thing? I think it’s complete now, though I want to read it over again…
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“Ten,”
Anthony decides. Sebastian peeks up from under the hand to inquire, “Only ten?”“Shut up,
brat. You get what we say you get.”“Yes sir,” Sebastian says, cheeky enough to
be asking for more. They trade looks; Don slides the hand over and covers that
sarcastic happy mouth, not coincidentally blocking Sebastian’s air. Pale blue
eyes go very wide, then cloud over: slipping under, turning dreamy, reminded of
command. Sebastian hits subspace easily with any form of dominance and
possession, verbal or physical; he gets off on being good and being made to be
good and following orders. Chris watches the languor spread through his body,
watches pert comebacks drain away and get replaced by honeyed surrender.