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I’m Holding Back from Wanting to Confine You
When Armin grabbed the reporter by the collar, he didn’t seem strange. But the moment he looked at Sebastian, a shadow close to despair fell over his eyes. For some reason, Armin seemed shocked. Sebastian decided to take quick action. He isolated Armin from all of this—people thanking him, people trying to get something from him, people protecting him, onlookers, everything else—in other words, the entire world.
When Armin was alone with Sebastian in the car, he was silent for a while. Sebastian didn’t force conversation and had Armin lie down the whole time. As Sebastian stroked Armin’s hair while he rested his head on Sebastian’s lap, looking down at his profile, Armin said:
“Ah, damn, I had a negative thought. Did an evil spirit possess me?!”
Armin shuddered and nonsensically said, “I should ask father for an exorcism!” To Armin, who was putting on a brave front with all his might, Sebastian asked:
“What negative thought did you have?”
“It’s nothing.”
“It seems like something.”
“No, it’s nothing like that.”
“Tell me, I’m curious whether it’s really nothing.”
Armin’s eyes shifted. He seemed reluctant to speak, but Sebastian waited patiently. Unless provoked, Armin has strong mental fortitude and a gentle personality. He’s a conscientious type who believes he should answer when asked. Sure enough, unable to bear the pressure of keeping Sebastian waiting, Armin finally spoke.
“It’s nothing really… I’ve never lived in a world without violence.”
“Mmm.”
“But for you, a world without violence is normal, right? Even with that reporter just now, no matter how nasty he was, you wouldn’t have used violence against him. Violence is bad and shouldn’t be used, of course. But for me, using violence is natural… I just realized too late that our worlds are so different.”
Armin said glumly.
Sebastian knows that Armin’s world was not an easy place. If he hadn’t known how to use violence, Armin would probably have died long ago.
“You’re so innocent.”
Sebastian burst out laughing. Maybe it’s because he lived in a world where most situations were resolved with violence. Armin was upset about having resolved things with violence, while also worried about what he could do in a society where violence isn’t tolerated.
Sebastian suddenly wanted to confirm something.
“So do you want to break up with me? Because our worlds don’t match?”
Armin sat up abruptly.
“Huh? How did the conversation get there? Weren’t we getting married?”
Armin’s face showed confusion about why his inability to adapt to this world would be a reason to break up with Sebastian. Seeing that face, Sebastian burst into laughter.
“No, I was just worried you might think that way, so I asked.”
“No, I never thought that at all. I just meant that to live well with you here, I need to adapt like you, but it seems difficult. I… from birth… I was born in that kind of world.”
Armin held back his words. Sebastian pulled Armin’s hand and kissed the back of it.
“That’s what makes you great. You were born among the unjust yet uphold justice. You’re someone who shattered fate and pioneered your own destiny.”
Sebastian spoke in a tone reminiscent of Greek tragedy, making Armin laugh. What kind of talk is that? But Sebastian didn’t laugh.
“You’ll always forge your own destiny. That’s the kind of person you are.”
In any life, you were always someone who made important choices yourself. No matter how slow, no matter how much the world didn’t allow it, no matter what high walls blocked you, you never hesitated.
“And you’re not someone who considers violence normal. You’re a survivor who escaped the shackles of violence.”
At Sebastian’s words, Armin bit his lip. After hesitating, he whispered very softly. Even though he knew no one but Sebastian could hear, he lowered his voice as much as possible, as if he wanted to keep it from being audible even to himself.
“But I like using violence.”
Sebastian, who had been elaborately packaging Armin, was momentarily speechless. But it was only for a few seconds. As if compensating for those seconds, he spoke to Armin even more kindly, with an even gentler voice.
“Then you should live doing what you like. Let’s live doing what you want to do. How about it?”
It’s strange. When Sebastian speaks, it feels like everything will come true. Everything seems so simple. Armin looked at Sebastian’s face and instead of answering, kissed him. Sebastian immediately pulled him close. The kiss explicitly deepened. Sebastian, who had been sucking on Armin’s tongue, briefly bit his lip and murmured, “Open up.”
When Armin opened his mouth, Sebastian sucked on his tongue. He caressed Armin’s tongue with movements like performing oral sex. Armin couldn’t hold back and began moving his hips.
Sebastian whispered:
“I’ll live doing what I want to do, too.”
His voice was much lower than usual.
Armin was moving his hips on top of Sebastian, who was lying down. With his good stamina, he repeatedly rose until only the tip of Sebastian’s organ remained inside, then sat down firmly, taking it in to the root.
“Ah, fuck…”
Sebastian cursed. He has a habit of letting curses slip instead of moans during sex, and he gripped Armin’s organ tightly while thrusting his hips upward.
Armin struggled painfully while trying to match Sebastian’s pace. Sebastian said it was “punishment for using violence in front of the media,” and that Armin couldn’t climax until Sebastian was satisfied. So now Armin was using every means available. When Sebastian finally started moving, a faint smile of satisfaction appeared on Armin’s face. But tears were falling from his eyes in long trails. It was painful not being able to climax during the extended session.
Sebastian found it difficult to match Armin’s pace. He removed Armin and had him lie face down. Armin positioned himself in the way Sebastian liked. It was an erotic pose with his cheek against the bed sheets and his bottom raised. Between his widely spread thighs, his entrance was exposed, wet and dripping, opening and closing with each breath.
In truth, Sebastian has an urge to just confine Armin to a room.
Earlier in the car, he had laughed. It was absurd when Armin described himself as living in a different world from Sebastian, portraying Sebastian as someone in a “bright world.” As if. He wants to lock Armin up every time they have sex. No matter how strong Armin’s mental fortitude is, he could break him by confining and training him.
“It looks different from when we first started.”
Sebastian murmured, looking at Armin’s entrance. Though Armin seemed uncomfortable, he couldn’t close his legs to hide it. He was now gripping his own organ instead of letting Sebastian do it, afraid he might climax. He could just climax anyway. This kind of conscientiousness is quite admirable.
“It opens well.”
At Sebastian’s words, Armin urged, “Put it in quickly…” His waist was trembling. Armin’s organ had already been brought to the edge of climax several times, only to be calmed down again.
What if Armin had said “let’s break up” in the car?
Sebastian knows he would have done something, but he’s not sure what. Confinement or begging—he can’t tell. One part of his mind always wants to confine Armin, but the other part wants to give Armin whatever he wants. Whatever that might be.
After leaving dense kisses on Armin’s back and grabbing his waist, Sebastian roughly entered Armin’s slightly tightened entrance. With a cry, Armin tightened around Sebastian’s organ. The walls inside stimulated Sebastian strongly yet softly as they contracted. Sebastian smiled.
“Ah, you came. Hmm?”
Armin had climaxed because he was startled by the penetration and let go of his grip. Sebastian reached around and caressed Armin’s nipples.
“Don’t… hnngh.”
“Why not? Your nipples make you hard again.”
It’s painful to be stimulated while climaxing. Armin tried to crawl away from Sebastian. Immediately, Sebastian slapped Armin’s bottom. The sound wasn’t painful but was humiliating. Armin’s bottom tensed up.
“Ah, tightening every time I hit you is troublesome. You’ll get used to it.”
“You, you bastard. Why is sex, like this, today?!”
“I’ve always had bad habits during sex. You’re always complaining that I’m a control freak.”
Sebastian moved his hips. Being stimulated from behind while having his nipples touched made Armin gasp.
Sebastian thrust into Armin roughly. Armin cried loudly. Sebastian tormented him until he was beyond discomfort and about to collapse, and today especially, he climaxed once inside Armin’s body, once in his mouth, and once on his face. When Armin tried to avoid his face, Sebastian held him and climaxed, making Armin say “Oh, really,” but when cold fluid entered his mouth, he shut it.
Only then did Sebastian’s mood improve. And only then did he admit.
How displeased he had been by those words about being “from different worlds.” He cleaned Armin thoroughly, washed himself, then got into the bathtub with him, holding him close as he whispered:
“Do whatever you want to do. As long as you stay with me, anything is fine.”
Armin isn’t perceptive. But he would have understood.
Sebastian was satisfied.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
