Sing Along
Title: Sing Along
Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: NC-17
Category: Smut
Warning: Slash and Sexual Content
Pairing: Sebastien/Pierre
Summary: [standalone]
Sing Along
Pierre jumped down off a speaker and onto the stage as he sang, walking around on the stage and ruffling David's hair when he passed him. He looked out into the crowd and smiled, seeing all of the kids jumping and singing along.
What was that?
Pierre continued to sing their song, thinking to himself in the back of his mind, They're all singing... He finished off the song and looked to David and Sebastien, nodding and continuing with his introduction of their next song: The Worst Day Ever. Pierre danced around the stage, lingering just in front of Sebastien as he played his chords and winked to the boy with the guitar. Sebastien smiled back to him before returning his eyes back to his fret board.
Pierre smiled, waiting until a riff for him to begin singing came in and when it came up, he ran back to the drum stand, kicking himself off of it at the beat. Through the song, Pierre could see the front lines of the crowd pushing on the barrier and he saw their lips moving; looking like they were singing the words that he was. An idea sparked in his head somewhere his second verse and Pierre was growing more daring to go for it.
He danced his way around the stage and watched as David and Sebastien sang their parts during the bridge, noting how much he adored the look of Sebastien as he sang his part with his eyes closed. Pierre's sight lingered on Sebastien long enough to make him realize he'd been staring and blink back to reality and to his voice just as his soft solo came up.
And he stopped.
Pierre didn't sing his line, but then found himself still hearing it. And everything slowed down. The crowd was singing!
"And I feel like..."
His eyes widened and an amazed look took over him. Instinctively, he turned to Sebastien, he needed the confirmation that someone else heard this.
"I'm living the worst day..."
Sebastien was looking in his direction already, a mixed up look covering his features. He locked eyes with Pierre and simultaneously, they both gave half-smiles, still too perplexed to do anything.
They were singing.
Pierre snapped back in time to pick up when he blinked from Sebastien's mesmerizing eyes and heard the crowd again, hearing Chuck's drum.
"Over and over again..."
**
Sebastien stumbled into the hotel room laughing and almost falling down; he lazily made his way to sit on the end of the hotel bed. Pierre came in behind him, laughing too and wiping the back of his hand across his forehead. He sighed and shut the door; finding it extremely hot in the room he immediately pulled off his shirt, the necklace he wore being pushed up and sticking to the back of his neck in an odd position.
The hotel room was hot. Despite the cold weather outside, the room was filled with the kind of humidity that will catch your breath in your throat even as you sit still in place. This, Sebastien soon found out and he panted and found himself unable to inhale deeply as he sat on the bed. He laid back onto the sheets, finding them to be much cooler than the room. Soon enough, however, the humidity caught up to him and he sat upright, tugging off the shirt that he wore and tossing it to the floor.
He stood and walked through the room, the lights were turned off in the main area but the bathroom light had been flicked on, indicating that Pierre was in there. The small hallway from the main room to the bathroom was cool, the air from the bathroom was obviously much colder than that in the main room and it was just enough to create a relieving feeling. Sebastien walked down and leaned one shoulder against the doorframe and watched as Pierre leaned over the sink, wetting his hands and rubbing the back of his neck.
Sebastien smiled idly, "Nice party."
Pierre turned and smiled at him, wiping his hands on a towel and leaning back against the sink. He laughed, "You hold yours well for only being nineteen."
Sebastien chuckled and shook his head before looking back up at the young man. "Lucky, I guess." He crossed his arms and looked at his boyfriend as he leaned against the sink. "Pierre... they sang," he whispered enthusiastically. "They were fucking singing."
Pierre smirked and stood up, stepping over the small distance to stand in front of Sebastien. The boy sidestepped once, his body sliding off of the doorframe to lean back against the wall. The happy look on Pierre's face only made him smile again.
"I know," Pierre laughed lightly and bit his lip. "Couldn't believe it," he shook his head and his smile got wider. He stepped along with Sebastien, looking into his eyes as the boy walked down the hall with his back still pressed to the wall behind him. Picking up his hand, Pierre pressed it to the wall at Sebastien's side, stopping him from moving any further. He pressed his other hand to the wall at the other side of Sebastien, trapping the boy in his spot, standing in front of him.
Pierre leaned in and tenderly kissed Sebastien, prolonging the gesture and pulling everything that he could out of the boy. Sucking on Sebastien's bottom lip, Pierre spoke softly, "Shouldn't you be calling your mom, right about now?"
Pulling away, Pierre caught Seb giving him a Look; he loved getting that look, he loved messing with Sebastien like that. Especially since he was right, Sebastien's mother always pushed him to call back home once he'd gotten into a hotel; probably to assure herself he hadn't gotten mugged on the streets of whatever dirty, disgusting town her only son had to play for the night. She always had been just a little prudish about that sort of thing.
Sebastien smirked and shook his head, leaning forward and giving Pierre a small kiss. "No." Another kiss. "She knows where I am." Pierre smirked as Sebastien kissed him again. "And who I'm with."
Pierre smiled, lowering his head, his lips running just close enough so that Sebastien could feel Pierre's breath on his neck but not the young man's lips. Sebastien's eyes closed and with the feeling of Pierre's warm breath on his neck, he titled his head back against the wall while emitting a soft moan.
"Of course she knows who you're with," Pierre let his lips brush over the crook of Sebastien's neck. "You always stay with me." He spoke somewhat breathlessly and kissed up the hollow of the boy's throat.
Sebastien bit his bottom lip lightly, running his tongue over the brim he breathed out, "Pierre..."
Pierre straightened himself, looking down to Sebastien, pleased with the reaction he got from him and bit his lip, smirking. Sebastien only looked up at Pierre and exhaled slowly as what he wanted to say came into place in his mind.
"Pierre," Sebastien sighed and swallowed, "I told her." Pierre's eyes softened to that of an inquisitive blank stare. Sebastien continued to look into his eyes. "My mom..."
Sebastien bit his lip as if a little unsure of something and watched as Pierre's eyes came into a state of realization as those words clicked in his mind. A large grin slowly broke over his face and he let out a small, shocked laugh.
"Y-you told her?" He swallowed and nodded his head, "You came out to her?"
Letting out a nervous laugh, "Yeah, yeah I did."
Pierre smiled and moved forward, his whole body almost pressing against Sebastien's completely as he kissed him. The boy pushed himself back against the wall, allowing this to happen and seemingly melted; whether due to the heat of the moment or simply on fault of the kiss didn't matter. While trailing his kisses back toward Sebastien's ear, Pierre's hands slid down from their places against the wall, gently feeling their way over his sides. Sebastien shuddered when Pierre removed his lips from just below the boy's ear and instead, began to blow on the spot gently.
With no place to move to, Sebastien found himself standing against the wall, his feet planted in their spots. He pressed himself back against the wall as hard as he could; the feeling on his neck causing his hands to splay out flat as if trying to find something to hold on to. As Pierre nibbled on the boy's ear, his hand began to snake up Sebastien's chest, his fingers lightly running over his neck and then his chin; gently brushing his bottom lip. Sebastien tilted his head down, letting the tip of Pierre's digit slip between his teeth and he nibbled on it affectionately, slowly sliding his tongue over it.
Pierre grinned against Sebastien's neck when he felt Seb's hand slide up over his own. Pierre slowly pulled his finger from Sebastien's mouth and twirled their fingers together; he kissed his way to Sebastien's cheek when he seemed to refuse to let Pierre's hand go. "I promise you, I will be needing that," Pierre assured and tapped Sebastien on the chest.
Biting his lip, Sebastien closed his eyes and let go of Pierre's hand, he leaned his head back against the wall and let loose a deep breath. Pierre nibbled on Sebastien's ear and slid his hand own his chest, resting it on his stomach. Sebastien bit his lip and Pierre smirked when he saw. leaning down, he licked the rim of Sebastien's ear and whispered, "You're so tense."
Sebastien turned his head and slit his eyes to look at Pierre. The feeling of the young man's hand flattened on his stomach did nothing to help Sebastien at this point and he let out a steady breath. "You're a tease."
Pierre scoffed, "Just because we haven't done anything..." he grinned and aimed for Sebastien's ear again, sliding his hand over Seb's belt buckle and stuck his thumb through it. "I'll tell you," he pulled Sebastien's belt strap through the buckle; "You just weren't ready." Pierre bent back the belt strap and pulled the holes loose, slowly beginning to slide the strap out of the clasp. "Now that you're out," he kissed Sebastien's throat, "to everyone..." He smirked as Sebastien whimpered and shuddered beneath him. He kissed the boy's jaw and then his lips, again, using the kiss to pull everything he could out of him.
Pierre leaned near to Sebastien's closed eyes and pressed his lips against his, "Think you're ready?"
Sebastien gasped and his hips lurched forward at Pierre's words. He let loose a pained whimper and nodded his head, leaning forward the small distance and kissing Pierre. The kiss was soft and pouted, Sebastien having a slight control over the action and taking full advantage; pulling away only to find Pierre leaning in slightly, in awe, as if expecting there to be more. Pierre looked down at Sebastien with the slight amazement in his eyes and saw the boy's pleading eyes.
Sebastien's chest lifted with his breathing, hot and harder than usual, his lips were parted and he looked up to Pierre's stare; his eyes dark. He swallowed and gritted his teeth, nearly hissing, "Yes."
Pierre smiled and leaned his forehead against Sebastien's, letting his hand fall to the boy's pants and undo the button slowly, teasingly. Pierre could feel Sebastien's breath on his lips as he exhaled and he felt when the boy bit his lip as he gently pushed the zipper of his pants down with his thumb. With a tug, Sebastien's pants fell and Pierre's hand slipped to his hip, gently picking at the waistband of his boxers.
Sebastien's lip quivered and his breath shook. Pierre slipped his free arm around the boy's shoulders, causing them to stand closer and he kissed Sebastien's cheek as he slipped his hand down his boxers, slowly feeling exactly how aroused Sebastien was. Pierre moved his head back as Sebastien gasped and his eyes shot open when Pierre ran his thumb over the tip of his cock. Sebastien's eyes were clouded over and dark, looking in Pierre's direction but seemed to be focusing somewhere else. Pierre ran two fingers down Sebastien's shaft and watched as he blinked hard and panted, his hands flattening back against the wall.
Sebastien rolled his head back and moaned as Pierre continued to stroke him, leaning forward and kissing his neck while keeping a steady pace on his task of getting Sebastien off. Pierre leaned forward, his forehead resting against Sebastien's, their eyes closed. "Tu es parfait," he whispered breathlessly.
Sebastien panted as a reply, followed with a low, growling moan. Pierre kept his pace and watched the look on Sebastien's face as he continued his work, his tongue running along the corner of his mouth and a look of awe in his eyes. Sebastien took in a sharp breath, feeling his muscles tense and he bit his lip, suppressing another moan. The sight made Pierre grin and pump Sebastien harder; unable to get enough of what he saw when he looked at the boy.
Able to tell he was getting closer, Pierre leaned in to Sebastien's ear, slowing his pace and pressing against him. He grinned and rubbed Sebastien's shaft teasingly slow. "You're holding back," he whispered and kissed the boy's neck.
Sebastien blew out his breath in a long sigh, wincing and nodding his head as he bit down on his lip. Pierre trailed his tongue up Sebastien's neck slowly and blew over the line. He nibbled Sebastien's earlobe and stopped his movement, "Don't." Running his thumb over the tip of Sebastien's cock, Pierre whispered light and gently, "Let go."
Pierre kissed his cheek before backing away to watch the boy throw his head back as he obeyed the command, letting himself climax into Pierre's hand. Sebastien moaned, blinking hard with his head bent back as he leaned against Pierre's arm, it still wrapped around his shoulders and he panted when he was through. His eyes widened as he saw Pierre looking back at him and raise his hand to lick off the coat of Sebastien's cum; never breaking eye contact.
The gaping look on Sebastien's face made Pierre smirk and he licked his lips, trailing a finger down Sebastien's cheek. "You liked that."
Sebastien, with his chest still heaving, sighed and blinked, slowly trying to compose himself. "Th-That was..." His voice trailed off as Pierre leaned in to brush a gentle kiss over his lips. Sebastien's arms rose to lock around Pierre's neck, making the kiss linger.
"I know," Pierre pulled back and smirked. "A lot of amazing things happened tonight, didn't they?"
Sebastien grinned and closed his eyes, letting his head fall back just slightly before biting his lip and moving his head forward. "They sang," he whispered in a quiet, sing-song voice.
Pierre chuckled, "I could say the same for you."
Blushing, Sebastien pulled his face back, his arms still around Pierre's neck. "I'm going to pay you back for that," whispered and nipped at Pierre's lip.
Pierre gave a large smile, leaning in to speak against Sebastien's lips, just letting his tongue brush over his lips. "You've never done anything like that before."
Sebastien moved his hand to Pierre's shoulder, letting it trail down his chest and ran his thumb over his nipples. He slid his finger down Pierre's abdomen and tilted his head to the side, placing a soft line of kisses down his neck as he ran his free hand through the young man's hair. He gave his neck a delicate bite and speaking his next words, sending Pierre into a small, shivered moan:
"I have all night to work on that."
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Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: NC-17
Category: Smut
Warning: Slash and Sexual Content
Pairing: Sebastien/Pierre
Summary: [standalone]
Sing Along
Pierre jumped down off a speaker and onto the stage as he sang, walking around on the stage and ruffling David's hair when he passed him. He looked out into the crowd and smiled, seeing all of the kids jumping and singing along.
What was that?
Pierre continued to sing their song, thinking to himself in the back of his mind, They're all singing... He finished off the song and looked to David and Sebastien, nodding and continuing with his introduction of their next song: The Worst Day Ever. Pierre danced around the stage, lingering just in front of Sebastien as he played his chords and winked to the boy with the guitar. Sebastien smiled back to him before returning his eyes back to his fret board.
Pierre smiled, waiting until a riff for him to begin singing came in and when it came up, he ran back to the drum stand, kicking himself off of it at the beat. Through the song, Pierre could see the front lines of the crowd pushing on the barrier and he saw their lips moving; looking like they were singing the words that he was. An idea sparked in his head somewhere his second verse and Pierre was growing more daring to go for it.
He danced his way around the stage and watched as David and Sebastien sang their parts during the bridge, noting how much he adored the look of Sebastien as he sang his part with his eyes closed. Pierre's sight lingered on Sebastien long enough to make him realize he'd been staring and blink back to reality and to his voice just as his soft solo came up.
And he stopped.
Pierre didn't sing his line, but then found himself still hearing it. And everything slowed down. The crowd was singing!
"And I feel like..."
His eyes widened and an amazed look took over him. Instinctively, he turned to Sebastien, he needed the confirmation that someone else heard this.
"I'm living the worst day..."
Sebastien was looking in his direction already, a mixed up look covering his features. He locked eyes with Pierre and simultaneously, they both gave half-smiles, still too perplexed to do anything.
They were singing.
Pierre snapped back in time to pick up when he blinked from Sebastien's mesmerizing eyes and heard the crowd again, hearing Chuck's drum.
"Over and over again..."
**
Sebastien stumbled into the hotel room laughing and almost falling down; he lazily made his way to sit on the end of the hotel bed. Pierre came in behind him, laughing too and wiping the back of his hand across his forehead. He sighed and shut the door; finding it extremely hot in the room he immediately pulled off his shirt, the necklace he wore being pushed up and sticking to the back of his neck in an odd position.
The hotel room was hot. Despite the cold weather outside, the room was filled with the kind of humidity that will catch your breath in your throat even as you sit still in place. This, Sebastien soon found out and he panted and found himself unable to inhale deeply as he sat on the bed. He laid back onto the sheets, finding them to be much cooler than the room. Soon enough, however, the humidity caught up to him and he sat upright, tugging off the shirt that he wore and tossing it to the floor.
He stood and walked through the room, the lights were turned off in the main area but the bathroom light had been flicked on, indicating that Pierre was in there. The small hallway from the main room to the bathroom was cool, the air from the bathroom was obviously much colder than that in the main room and it was just enough to create a relieving feeling. Sebastien walked down and leaned one shoulder against the doorframe and watched as Pierre leaned over the sink, wetting his hands and rubbing the back of his neck.
Sebastien smiled idly, "Nice party."
Pierre turned and smiled at him, wiping his hands on a towel and leaning back against the sink. He laughed, "You hold yours well for only being nineteen."
Sebastien chuckled and shook his head before looking back up at the young man. "Lucky, I guess." He crossed his arms and looked at his boyfriend as he leaned against the sink. "Pierre... they sang," he whispered enthusiastically. "They were fucking singing."
Pierre smirked and stood up, stepping over the small distance to stand in front of Sebastien. The boy sidestepped once, his body sliding off of the doorframe to lean back against the wall. The happy look on Pierre's face only made him smile again.
"I know," Pierre laughed lightly and bit his lip. "Couldn't believe it," he shook his head and his smile got wider. He stepped along with Sebastien, looking into his eyes as the boy walked down the hall with his back still pressed to the wall behind him. Picking up his hand, Pierre pressed it to the wall at Sebastien's side, stopping him from moving any further. He pressed his other hand to the wall at the other side of Sebastien, trapping the boy in his spot, standing in front of him.
Pierre leaned in and tenderly kissed Sebastien, prolonging the gesture and pulling everything that he could out of the boy. Sucking on Sebastien's bottom lip, Pierre spoke softly, "Shouldn't you be calling your mom, right about now?"
Pulling away, Pierre caught Seb giving him a Look; he loved getting that look, he loved messing with Sebastien like that. Especially since he was right, Sebastien's mother always pushed him to call back home once he'd gotten into a hotel; probably to assure herself he hadn't gotten mugged on the streets of whatever dirty, disgusting town her only son had to play for the night. She always had been just a little prudish about that sort of thing.
Sebastien smirked and shook his head, leaning forward and giving Pierre a small kiss. "No." Another kiss. "She knows where I am." Pierre smirked as Sebastien kissed him again. "And who I'm with."
Pierre smiled, lowering his head, his lips running just close enough so that Sebastien could feel Pierre's breath on his neck but not the young man's lips. Sebastien's eyes closed and with the feeling of Pierre's warm breath on his neck, he titled his head back against the wall while emitting a soft moan.
"Of course she knows who you're with," Pierre let his lips brush over the crook of Sebastien's neck. "You always stay with me." He spoke somewhat breathlessly and kissed up the hollow of the boy's throat.
Sebastien bit his bottom lip lightly, running his tongue over the brim he breathed out, "Pierre..."
Pierre straightened himself, looking down to Sebastien, pleased with the reaction he got from him and bit his lip, smirking. Sebastien only looked up at Pierre and exhaled slowly as what he wanted to say came into place in his mind.
"Pierre," Sebastien sighed and swallowed, "I told her." Pierre's eyes softened to that of an inquisitive blank stare. Sebastien continued to look into his eyes. "My mom..."
Sebastien bit his lip as if a little unsure of something and watched as Pierre's eyes came into a state of realization as those words clicked in his mind. A large grin slowly broke over his face and he let out a small, shocked laugh.
"Y-you told her?" He swallowed and nodded his head, "You came out to her?"
Letting out a nervous laugh, "Yeah, yeah I did."
Pierre smiled and moved forward, his whole body almost pressing against Sebastien's completely as he kissed him. The boy pushed himself back against the wall, allowing this to happen and seemingly melted; whether due to the heat of the moment or simply on fault of the kiss didn't matter. While trailing his kisses back toward Sebastien's ear, Pierre's hands slid down from their places against the wall, gently feeling their way over his sides. Sebastien shuddered when Pierre removed his lips from just below the boy's ear and instead, began to blow on the spot gently.
With no place to move to, Sebastien found himself standing against the wall, his feet planted in their spots. He pressed himself back against the wall as hard as he could; the feeling on his neck causing his hands to splay out flat as if trying to find something to hold on to. As Pierre nibbled on the boy's ear, his hand began to snake up Sebastien's chest, his fingers lightly running over his neck and then his chin; gently brushing his bottom lip. Sebastien tilted his head down, letting the tip of Pierre's digit slip between his teeth and he nibbled on it affectionately, slowly sliding his tongue over it.
Pierre grinned against Sebastien's neck when he felt Seb's hand slide up over his own. Pierre slowly pulled his finger from Sebastien's mouth and twirled their fingers together; he kissed his way to Sebastien's cheek when he seemed to refuse to let Pierre's hand go. "I promise you, I will be needing that," Pierre assured and tapped Sebastien on the chest.
Biting his lip, Sebastien closed his eyes and let go of Pierre's hand, he leaned his head back against the wall and let loose a deep breath. Pierre nibbled on Sebastien's ear and slid his hand own his chest, resting it on his stomach. Sebastien bit his lip and Pierre smirked when he saw. leaning down, he licked the rim of Sebastien's ear and whispered, "You're so tense."
Sebastien turned his head and slit his eyes to look at Pierre. The feeling of the young man's hand flattened on his stomach did nothing to help Sebastien at this point and he let out a steady breath. "You're a tease."
Pierre scoffed, "Just because we haven't done anything..." he grinned and aimed for Sebastien's ear again, sliding his hand over Seb's belt buckle and stuck his thumb through it. "I'll tell you," he pulled Sebastien's belt strap through the buckle; "You just weren't ready." Pierre bent back the belt strap and pulled the holes loose, slowly beginning to slide the strap out of the clasp. "Now that you're out," he kissed Sebastien's throat, "to everyone..." He smirked as Sebastien whimpered and shuddered beneath him. He kissed the boy's jaw and then his lips, again, using the kiss to pull everything he could out of him.
Pierre leaned near to Sebastien's closed eyes and pressed his lips against his, "Think you're ready?"
Sebastien gasped and his hips lurched forward at Pierre's words. He let loose a pained whimper and nodded his head, leaning forward the small distance and kissing Pierre. The kiss was soft and pouted, Sebastien having a slight control over the action and taking full advantage; pulling away only to find Pierre leaning in slightly, in awe, as if expecting there to be more. Pierre looked down at Sebastien with the slight amazement in his eyes and saw the boy's pleading eyes.
Sebastien's chest lifted with his breathing, hot and harder than usual, his lips were parted and he looked up to Pierre's stare; his eyes dark. He swallowed and gritted his teeth, nearly hissing, "Yes."
Pierre smiled and leaned his forehead against Sebastien's, letting his hand fall to the boy's pants and undo the button slowly, teasingly. Pierre could feel Sebastien's breath on his lips as he exhaled and he felt when the boy bit his lip as he gently pushed the zipper of his pants down with his thumb. With a tug, Sebastien's pants fell and Pierre's hand slipped to his hip, gently picking at the waistband of his boxers.
Sebastien's lip quivered and his breath shook. Pierre slipped his free arm around the boy's shoulders, causing them to stand closer and he kissed Sebastien's cheek as he slipped his hand down his boxers, slowly feeling exactly how aroused Sebastien was. Pierre moved his head back as Sebastien gasped and his eyes shot open when Pierre ran his thumb over the tip of his cock. Sebastien's eyes were clouded over and dark, looking in Pierre's direction but seemed to be focusing somewhere else. Pierre ran two fingers down Sebastien's shaft and watched as he blinked hard and panted, his hands flattening back against the wall.
Sebastien rolled his head back and moaned as Pierre continued to stroke him, leaning forward and kissing his neck while keeping a steady pace on his task of getting Sebastien off. Pierre leaned forward, his forehead resting against Sebastien's, their eyes closed. "Tu es parfait," he whispered breathlessly.
Sebastien panted as a reply, followed with a low, growling moan. Pierre kept his pace and watched the look on Sebastien's face as he continued his work, his tongue running along the corner of his mouth and a look of awe in his eyes. Sebastien took in a sharp breath, feeling his muscles tense and he bit his lip, suppressing another moan. The sight made Pierre grin and pump Sebastien harder; unable to get enough of what he saw when he looked at the boy.
Able to tell he was getting closer, Pierre leaned in to Sebastien's ear, slowing his pace and pressing against him. He grinned and rubbed Sebastien's shaft teasingly slow. "You're holding back," he whispered and kissed the boy's neck.
Sebastien blew out his breath in a long sigh, wincing and nodding his head as he bit down on his lip. Pierre trailed his tongue up Sebastien's neck slowly and blew over the line. He nibbled Sebastien's earlobe and stopped his movement, "Don't." Running his thumb over the tip of Sebastien's cock, Pierre whispered light and gently, "Let go."
Pierre kissed his cheek before backing away to watch the boy throw his head back as he obeyed the command, letting himself climax into Pierre's hand. Sebastien moaned, blinking hard with his head bent back as he leaned against Pierre's arm, it still wrapped around his shoulders and he panted when he was through. His eyes widened as he saw Pierre looking back at him and raise his hand to lick off the coat of Sebastien's cum; never breaking eye contact.
The gaping look on Sebastien's face made Pierre smirk and he licked his lips, trailing a finger down Sebastien's cheek. "You liked that."
Sebastien, with his chest still heaving, sighed and blinked, slowly trying to compose himself. "Th-That was..." His voice trailed off as Pierre leaned in to brush a gentle kiss over his lips. Sebastien's arms rose to lock around Pierre's neck, making the kiss linger.
"I know," Pierre pulled back and smirked. "A lot of amazing things happened tonight, didn't they?"
Sebastien grinned and closed his eyes, letting his head fall back just slightly before biting his lip and moving his head forward. "They sang," he whispered in a quiet, sing-song voice.
Pierre chuckled, "I could say the same for you."
Blushing, Sebastien pulled his face back, his arms still around Pierre's neck. "I'm going to pay you back for that," whispered and nipped at Pierre's lip.
Pierre gave a large smile, leaning in to speak against Sebastien's lips, just letting his tongue brush over his lips. "You've never done anything like that before."
Sebastien moved his hand to Pierre's shoulder, letting it trail down his chest and ran his thumb over his nipples. He slid his finger down Pierre's abdomen and tilted his head to the side, placing a soft line of kisses down his neck as he ran his free hand through the young man's hair. He gave his neck a delicate bite and speaking his next words, sending Pierre into a small, shivered moan:
"I have all night to work on that."
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