Mind Over Matter (p)

Marcellus moistened his lips and looked at Sebastian, still panting. "C'était. J'ai adoré la façon dont vos hanches ont dévié quand vous rebondissez dessus." He looked over at Sebastian and chuckled breathlessly. "You're definitely not a virgin."

Marcellus moistened his lips. He chuckled and moved Sebastian's leg so that it was over his. "Et encore et encore ..." Marcel whispered, then grinned. "Peut-être pour le deuxième tour, je peux le frapper par le dos, hein?" The son of Trivia slightly opened his mouth and lightly bit on Sebastian's tip of his finger.

"That's not an answer." Marcellus' African accent was a bit thicker than usual. "I'll be right back." He slowly pulled himself away from Sebastian to go use the bathroom and throw away the condom.

After a flushing sound, Marcellus walked back into the hotel room and got underneath the covers once again. He shifted over to where Sebastian was and kissed his lips before rolling over on his back. He took in a deep breath and sighed. "Gods, how long are you staying here for?"

The son of Trivia thought for a moment, rubbing Sebastian's thigh underneath the covers. "Hm, well, maybe if you need, I can go to Camp Half-Blood. I could stay in one of the cabins that's open to visitors." Marcel whispered in a slightly husky voice. He gently grabbed Sebastian's thigh, then let go.

"Tomorrow? Yeah, we're still on for tomorrow. Did we agree on a place?" He asked, studying Sebastian's lips before gently kissing them. He did that for a couple of seconds before pulling away and staring up at the ceiling.

"Gods, I love how feminine you are. I don't know, I just have a thing for feminine twinks like you." He said bluntly. Marcellus stretched a bit and looked at Sebastian before kissing his lips again. "Old Italy has a really good calzone that I sometimes get, but I'm sure that you can make something better, huh?" He whispered in African.

Marcel raised an eyebrow. "You are, are you? Well, maybe sometime you should show me how much of a cook you are, Sebastian." He chuckled and closed his eyes. With a sigh, he got up on his hands and knees and hovered over Sebastian. "Alors, prêt pour le deuxième tour?"

Marcel chuckled and threw the covers over both of their head again. After another fifty minutes, Marcel and Sebastian's passion ceased since the former had to go and attend to his Roman legionnaire duties.