Prompt - First time.

Warnings - Implied adult themes, language.

It starts with a kiss. It's desperate and needy, messy and awkward - not at all like the staged kisses you seen movies. Calloused hands rest on slender hips, bruising the delicate skin. Musician's fingers thread through gel-slicked hair, tugging gently at the darkened strands.

"You sure you want to go through with this?" Hunter murmurs, breaking the kiss. "We don't have to if you don't want to."

Sebastian rolls his eyes, "Seriously?" He gives the younger brunet an once-over. "You're hot, I'm hot - why wouldn't I want this?"

He begins to kiss his way down the sensitive skin of Hunter's throat, leaving the occasional bruise ever so often. Once Sebastian reaches the junction where neck and shoulder meet, he laves his tongue across the skin before biting down hard. Hunter gasps softly, a full-bodied shudder travelling down his spine.

"Your reasoning is astounding," he manages, voice shaky. "It's nice to know you want me for my intellectual prowess and charismatic qualities."

"I have no idea what you just said, but it sounded hot." Sebastian kisses him again. This time, he doesn't hold back. The kiss is dirty, all tongue and full of need. "If you're coherent enough to come up with that, then I obviously need to step up my game."

Hunter chuckles, "Speak for yourself, Sebastian." He changes their position so that the taller brunet's trapped against the wall, hands pinned above his head and a thigh between his legs. "I haven't even gotten started yet. When I'm done with you, you're not going to remember your own name."

"Is that a challenge?" Sebastian asks, a small smirk spreading across his face. "Because I enjoya good challenge."

"Do you now?" replies Hunter. "Well, you're absolutely going to love this." He leans forward to nip at his boyfriend's earlobe. "Let the games begin."

The next morning, Hunter wakes up to the sound of his alarm. It's almost six; he should probably get ready for his early morning run. Sebastian is pressed up against his side, head buried in his chest. He makes a sleepy noise of protest when Hunter moves, upset by the sudden lack of warmth.

"..Wha?" Sebastian mutters as he blinks blearily at his boyfriend. "Where're you goin'?"

"I'm going to run some laps," Hunter says. "Go back to sleep." He leans down to press a brief kiss to the taller brunet's cheek before getting change. "I'll be back in a little bit."

Hunter comes back to the dorm an hour later, sweaty and flushed. He finds Sebastian exactly where he left him, curled up underneath the comforter with a pillow clutched to his chest. Rolling his eyes fondly, Hunter grabs a change of clothes and takes a quick shower.

When he gets out, it's almost eight. Warbler rehearsal is at nine-thirty, and Sebastian's still in bed. Knowing his boyfriend, it'll probably take him most of the hour to shower and dress. The rest of their time will be spent in the cafeteria, eating breakfast.

"Helloooo?" Hunter prods a bony shoulder, which the senior promptly ignores. "Good morning?"

Sebastian groans, shying away from his touch. He mutters something under his breath before pulling the covers closer.

"Sebastian!" Hunter croons obnoxiously, reaching over to tug on his boyfriend's earlobe gently. Sebastian's breath hitches, cracking open an eye to glare at him irritably. "It's time to get up."

"Go away," Sebastian whines. "Can't move. Everything hurts." As if to prove his point, he rolls onto his side and almost immediately lets out a pained whimper. "Sore."

"I didn't hurt you last night, did I?" Hunter's mother hen instincts begin to kick in, all thoughts other than his boyfriend's well-being forgotten. "You've got tell me if I'm being too rough, alright?"

Sebastian laughs at this, "Don't flatter yourself, Clarington. You didn't hurt me; I've had worse. It's just been a while."

"You know, for a second, you have me worried. Now I know you're fine because you're being your usual sarcastic, smart-ass self."

"Aww, he thinks I'm smart!"

"So, I'm taking it that you're skipping out on Warbler rehearsal?"

"What do you think?" Sebastian deadpans. "I can barely move because someone decided to have fantastic, mindblowing sex last night and tear my ass up."

"I'm sorry," Hunter crawls under the covers to pull his boyfriend into his arms. "Want me to make it up to you?"

"Later," he yawns. "Sleep first, apology sex later." He curls up in the younger brunet's embrace, already half-asleep. "Love you, Hunter."

"I love you too, Sebastian."