The words were like ambrosia to him. Ambrosia and an aphrodisiac, because Christian could feel it- blood was rushing downwards, and there was a sharp spike of pain as he tried to get hard again but his body refused to cooperate. He was nearing his forties, for god's sake; he wasn't a teenager anymore. A pity, because he would want to actually fuck Sean into the mirror, and fuck him until he came all over the silvered surface, painting it white and screaming Christian's name.

He just had to take the best two out of three. Christian smirked against Sean's shoulder, his fingers dancing down his ribs, scraping his nails against his skin. Another point of pain, and he was clenching Sean by the hips. He leaned up and nipped Sean by the ear.

"You asked."

It was almost amused, though words. Christian shoved Sean back against the mirror before pulling him forward, and shifting him around and slamming him back against the mirror again. At the same time, he slipped down to his knees, looking up with brown eyes staring straight into Sean's eyes. Forcing him to look at him as he trailed his blunt nails down the insides of Sean's thighs. Then, he curled his fingers, pressed them inside.

He stroked against Sean's prostate just as he pulled the knot loose, letting the pieces of silk drop to the ground. Then, before Sean could react, Christian took him immediately into his mouth. Ignored his gag reflex and let Sean slide down his throat, and swallowed around him. He thrust his fingers, hard, pressing against that spot inside.

It wasn't permission to come. It was an order.