It was no secret that Sebastian had a bit of a size kink.
Outside of the bedroom, when he was looking for a dance or a drink or just someone to tease, he liked guys that were smaller than him. The short and scrawny kind that would blush and grin like a dork and jump at the chance to be with him. That’s what first caught his eye about Blaine after all, and all of the boyfriends he’d had back in Paris.
He loved tilting their chins up to kiss them, loved watching them push themselves onto tiptoes whenever they initiated the kiss, loved seeing their arms flex as they wrapped themselves around his shoulders. He loved being the big spoon by default, loved being seen as the man in the relationship purely because he stood taller than his partner. Being with smaller guys made him feel powerful and in control.
But something he’d quickly learned was that, more often than not, small bodies came with small dicks. So not all of them were tiny exactly, no, but in the bedroom (or the back of the club, or the backseat of his car, or anywhere he fucking felt like it, really), he was usually left wanting more. That was why he stopped dating in the first place, instead choosing to sleep around with bigger guys to fulfil his needs. What was the point in having a boyfriend if they just made you even more sexually frustrated?
So when he laid eyes on Dave Karofsky, a bear from head-to-toe, he set out to sleep with him. Right then and there, before he’d even said a word to him, he decided to pursue him. And then he walked up to Dave, only to realise that the man was several inches shorter than himself, and he knew he was never letting this guy go.
He soon began to learn that Dave was everything he could ever want. He was large but short, rough but childlike, determined but inexperienced. He took control in the bedroom, giving Sebastian exactly what he needed, and let Sebastian take control everywhere else.
Sebastian could tilt his chin up to kiss him, watch him lift himself onto the tips of his toes just to kiss him back, pull his back against his chest without a single complaint about being the little spoon. Dave could look at Sebastian with so much intensity that it’d make his knees buckle, but get excited about comic books and video games not a minute later.
He acted like a blushing virgin more often than not, but when it came down to it, Sebastian had never had sex as amazing as the sex he had with Dave. Somehow, he managed to balance being small and being large so perfectly that Sebastian never wanted to be with anyone but him.
Dave was Sebastian’s idea of perfection.