Anonymous sent: Sebastian can feel the leather gloves tracing down his chest, brushing against his flushed skin as his breathing gets ragged and heavy. He squirms underneath the feather-light tips of the gloved hands, letting out a small gasp of protest when he feels them leave his sweating flesh. Moments later one hand returns to press him back against the bed while the other is missing. "Sebastian, you've been naughty. You need to be taught a lesson." "Oh do I, Jim?" Sebastian wriggles in handcuffs.