Electricity raced through his body, accelerating his already-pounding heartbeat. Almost instinctively, Lionel pushed his fingers into Sebastian’s soft black hair, the softest of sounds escaping from between his lips. And god, he was an experienced kisser, moving his mouth in perfect sync, but Lionel wasn’t exactly new to makeout sessions, neither was he bad at relinquishing control.
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Sebastian chuckled faintly against Lionel's lips, and he leaned forward, pressing their chests together. For someone so shy, Lionel was a wonderful kisser, and it just made his blood run hot at the idea of him being more experienced in other things. He tilted his head, hands cupping Lionel's cheeks as he happily deepened the kiss
Lionel’s heart rushed at the newfound depth of the kiss, and he found himself wanting more. Doubts still echoed in his mind, holding him back, but for once, he was done with caution. He let them go one by one, inhaling sharply before slipping his tongue into Sebastian’s mouth.
Sebastian grinned widely against Lionel's lips, eyes properly shut now. He made a noise somewhere between contentment and excitement, his tongue running along Lionel's bottom lip teasingly
The touch sent shivers racing down Lionel’s spine. Everywhere they touched, his skin burned— it had been years since he’d let himself go this much. He pulled away, waiting for Sebastian’s tongue to withdraw, and bit down on the other man’s bottom lip.
Sebastian made a very small, surprised noise, but it quickly turned to a low chuckle. "Cute," he murmured, breaking away ever so slightly before pressing their lips together again
“That’s all you have to say?” Lionel murmured before he could stop himself, relinquishing control and letting Sebastian take the lead. “You’re difficult to please…”
"Quite the opposite," Sebastian purred. "I'm rather pleased right now. In fact, I think the only person not pleased at the moment is the bartender, who's currently trying not to watch us make out. So for convenience's sake, I suggest we take this elsewhere."
Lionel pulled away, exhaling slowly. “Fine. But no promises on what happens. And absolutely no strings attached. Got it?”
"Absolutely. Now come on, my car's outside," Sebastian said, grinning as he slid out of Lionel's lap and paid for their drinks
Lionel drifted after, trying and failing to fish himself out of the sea of euphoria that he was currently submersed in. They emerged from the bar, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat that had been between their bodies just moments ago.
Sebastian led Lionel out to the parking lot, where an old, beat-up car sat. But when he reached for the small remote in his pocket and clicked a button, the light around it rippled before a sleek, black, futuristic car emerged from where the old car once was. It was all black, with purple accents on the wheels and tracing the body of the car
Lionel’s eyes widened as he let out a low whistle. “Damn. This is your ride?” He stepped closer to the car, clearly admiring it.
Sebastian hummed in agreement, grinning as he watched Lionel in his fascination. "We can always make out in it, if you like it so much," he chuckled
“Ah, no,” he declined quickly— too quickly— face heating up. “Remind me, where were we going to go?”
"Just a hotel a few blocks away," Sebastian answered before pulling open the door to the car
Lionel climbed into the passenger seat, trailing his fingers over the dashboard. “Woah..” he murmured, half to himself, clearly in awe. “How do you even have the money for this?”
"I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you," Sebastian laughed. The dash was styled after older muscle cars, as was the rest of the vehicle, so it wasn't as high tech as one would expect
This time, Lionel couldn’t resist flashing a wide grin that revealed his wickedly pointed fangs. “Oh, I’d like to see you try.”
Sebastian raised a brow at that. "If you're into that," he hummed, returning the grin with one of his own. He started the car, and it purred to life before falling silent, and Sebastian pulled out of the parking lot
Shit. That remark had definitely not gone as planned. Lionel felt his face heat up even further, his hands anxiously gathering up bunches of his sweater. “That’s— That not what I meant.”
"Don't worry, we'll be at the hotel soon. Then you can show me exactly what you mean," Sebastian purred, smirking as he turned the corner, an expensive-looking hotel coming into the view. He pulled into the parking lot, parking and disguising the car before getting out
“That’s not— No promises, remember?” But Lionel’s voice was oddly choked up… which only worsened as the hotel came into view. “Holy— that’s where we’re staying?”
Sebastian hummed in agreement. "The bottom floor is a nightclub, but the rest of the floors are hotel rooms. And considering I'm a bit of a VIP, we'll be in a room in a few minutes," he said before shutting his door
“Remind me to tag along with rich people more often..” he breathed, clearly in awe. “That’s… woah okay..”
Sebastian grinned, wrapping an arm around Lionel before beginning to lead him over to the side entrance. “You’re cute when you’re in awe,” he hummed
“O-Oh.” Lionel swallowed, almost stumbling. “If you say so..”
Sebastian grinned, giving Lionel’s body a squeeze before pushing open the door, leading him into a lavishly decorated hallway
Lionel’s eyes jumped from luxury to luxury, plush red carpets, beautiful wallpapers, lamps with a gold finish fixed to the walls. How could anyone afford this? How could anybody possibly afford all this?
“Don’t look so surprised, love. Everything on the bottom few floors is fake. Who would put nice things on the same floor as a nightclub?” Sebastian chuckled before walking him over to the elevator