A Bargain || Seblaine
Blaine strummed absently on the guitar, too worried about his meeting with Sebastian to play anything too involved. He was taking a big risk with this, but it would be so worth it if Sebastian agreed. There was always the chance that the Elite would report him to the Headmaster, but Blaine was banking on Sebastian thinking with his dick. He had to be gay - or at least bi, and the slave knew he was good-looking enough to at least tempt Sebastian into taking him up on the deal. As much as it pained him to admit it, sleeping with Sebastian probably wouldn’t be that bad - he was pretty hot, and Blaine was self-awareness enough to acknowledge how much he liked, no, loved, getting fucked. It had been a while, though, and he was glad for the precautions he had taken before coming here - the condom and tiny bottle of lube in his pocket, among other things. With any luck, Sebastian would want to get started right away.
Sighing, Blaine set his guitar aside, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing up at the door when it opened. Wincing, he slid to his knees, just like he had been taught in etiquette class, and bowed his head. “Hello, Master Smythe.”