Lionel's heart pounded out an irregular rhythm at the sound of Sebastian's voice, a thrill racing through him. "So do you," he answered, oice barely above a strained whisper.
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Sebastian chuckled lowly, smirking as he leaned back a bit, giving Lionel a break. "Hungry yet?" he asked
Exhaling slowly, Lionel shakily sat up, pulling Sebastian with him. "I'm always hungry."
"Well, it's a good thing there's a good food service in the hotel. Or do you want to go out or something?" Sebastian offered, now sitting up in Lionel's lap
"Up to you," he answered, toying with a lock of the other man's hair.
"Mm, I don't feel like going out. And the hotel's food services are free, but I don't care about buying the good stuff," Sebastian mused, enjoying the way Lionel played with his hair
"Then let's stay," Lionel agreed, closing his eyes for a moment.
"I'll order food up. I don't feel like getting dressed." Sebastian reached for the phone, unfortunately putting himself in a compromising position above Lionel
Lionel tore his eyes away, face flushed as his heart thumped out an urgent rhythm.
Lionel grabbed the phone before shifting a bit, laying atop Lionel as he dialed the number for room service
Biting down on his lip, hard, Lionel was suddenly struggling to breathe. "What are we getting?" he managed to ask, voice slightly strained.
"They've got different things every day already, but you can get certain things if you want," Sebastian asked. He had shifted a bit, unknowingly putting himself on display
Lionel was trying his very hardest to keep his eyes glued to the wall opposite from them, Sebastian’s words losing their meaning through the veil of distraction around his mind. “Yeah, okay..” he mumbled, unsure what he was agreeing to.”
"What exactly do you want as extra? Bacon, pancakes..?" Sebastian listed off, still sitting in that compromising position with the phone to his ear
“Bacon,” he choked out, having difficultly with keeping his eyes averted.
"That it?" Sebastian asked, only just noticing the other's discomfort. He looked away, grinning as he continued to tease the other
“Uh— I— you choose—“ Lionel covered his flushed face with his hands. “You choose.”
"M'kay," Sebastian said before making himself comfortable and finally dialing the number. He ordered up their food, taking his sweet time
Lionel, though his heart was pounding and his face was the same colour as the roses in the vase beside their bed, decided to seize the opportunity for payback. As Sebastian ordered, he leaned forward and began to trail kisses along the other man’s shoulders.
Sebastian went a little stiff when Lionel began to kiss at his shoulders, and a very faint shiver escaped him. He had roses tattooed across the backs of his shoulders, with a gun in the middle of each group of roses, and they had always been a little sensitive after they were done
Lionel brushed over the tattoo with the tips of his fingers, lightly kissing the muzzle of the gun before smirking up at Sebastian. "Don't let me keep you from ordering our food.."
"I'm going to kill you," Sebastian hissed, moving the phone away to speak before putting it back up to his mouth. A shiver ran through him, and he tried his best to ignore him
Lionel gave a low chuckle, dragging his mouth up to the sweet spot on Sebastian’s collarbone. “Mm~”
Sebastian very nearly whined into the phone, but managed to keep from any sound making it out of him. He tried his best to keep ordering, wanting to hurry
Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, Lionel bit down on the spot, grinning the whole time. “Mm~”
Sebastian managed to hold the phone away just before he gasped, going rigid at the feeling of Lionel's teeth
“You like that?” he whispered, voice low and sultry.
"Fuck, let me order the food first, then we can screw around," Sebastian hissed. He quickly finished ordering their food, almost slamming the phone down before flopping back on the bed
Lionel laughed lowly. “Did you enjoy yourself?~”
Sebastian flipped him off before flopping on his back on the bed, taking a moment to stretch out before yawning