Mind Over Matter (p)

Marcellus chuckled and kissed the back of his neck. "Hm, Eh bien, si les choses se passent bien, peut-être que vous verrez ma baguette magique ..." He whispered in his ear as his hands slowly slid down to Just holding onto Sebastian's waist. Just then, the house music changed to twerking music. "Please don't embarrass yourself. What we doing now is fine." He laughed playfully.

"Tu ferais mieux de ne pas ou je devrai vous implanter." He whispered back with a grin on his face. Marcellus smiled and kissed the side of her neck again. "Thank you." He laughed a bit and watched Jerome threw it back. "That's Jerome. He's a great guy. A son of Apollo too."

Marcellus smiled at the French comment and kissed his neck again. However, the one part that really made him like Sebastian was when he turned his attention back to him. "Oh? So you want all of my attention focused on you, huh? Well maybe you should do things to keep it, then." He purred in his ear.

Marcellus grinned and stared down at Sebastian's thin lips, then back up into his eyes. The son of Trivia bit his lip and wrapped his arms around his waist and smiled a bit. "You may have got a point there, Sebastian." He said his name correctly this time.

The son of Trivia chuckled and bit his lip again, this time making a small noise and moving his hands down to Sebastian's ass and pushing his body close to his. Marcellus dragged his tongue along is neck and kissed it. "Oh?" He whispered.

Marcellus chuckled at Sebastian's abensemindddness. He was sure that he was the reason for it. The son of Trivia looked at his lips again and pressed them against his. This was usually how things went for him at Ganymede's: Kissing on the dance floor. It was just something erotic about doing it. He broke away after a while and bit his lip. "Hm, you're a pretty good kisser, Greek."

Marcellus a bit and stared down at his lips again before connecting them to his own. He remained like that for a good five minutes before breaking away to give his mouth a break. "Wanna make out upstairs?" He asked while panting, What had gotten into him? He didn't know, but gods it felt good to let loose.

Marcellus took Sebastian's hand and started to weave himself through the crowd that was on the dance floor. Once they got off, they headed upstairs and to the more comfortable seats. Finding a couch, Marcellus sat down with a sigh. "So, where were we?"

Marcellus moistened his lips and looked over Sebastian's face before he started to make out with him. The son of Trivia moved his hands to Sebastian's waist and held him close as his tongue explored his oral cavity. He pulled him even closer and gripped his thigh as the intensity increased.

Marcellus leaned back onto the couch and moved around so that he was on his back. His hands pulled the son of Athena down on top of him as the kissing grew more and more passionate. Marcellus moved his lips to his neck and started kissing there. "Si vous pensez que ma langue est bonne à embrasser, attendez juste de les sentir derrière vous ..." Marcel purred against his neck.

Marcel chuckled against his neck and pulled his face away so that he was looking into Sebastian's eyes. "Well, maybe we should calm down, then. We don't want your pants soaked through." The son of Trivia propped himself up on his elbows and smiled breathlessly. "Just so you know, I don't do...this." He chuckled with a smile on his face.

Marcellus smiled to himself as his eyes slid over Sebastian's body lustfully. He could f*ck him right then and there, but that wasn't going to happen. He was classy among other things. "Mean by what?" Marcel asked slightly confused. "Like ramdonly start hooking up with people whether they're girls or guys." He clarified.

Marcellus smiled some and was about to say something when Sebastian started kissing his neck. Gods, he was week for neck kisses. The son of Trivia let out a moan and ran his fingers through Sebastian's hair.