It was another cool evening in Lumiose City. Lysandre and Augustine had returned home from a date, and both men were feeling rather amorous. Before the professor could even thank his lover for an amazing dinner at Restaurant Le Wow, the larger man had him pinned against the wall, lips locked together.
"Someone's a little frisky tonight," Augustine chuckled as they separated for a brief moment to catch their breath. "Says the man who's been so teasingly seductive all night," Lysandre whispered before going in for another kiss. They began to remove each other's formal black sport coats and tossed them to the side, the redhead grabbing his lover's necktie to drag him closer. Augustine obliged, wrapping his arms around the larger man's sturdy neck as Lysandre's lips went from the young man's mouth to his throat, gently kissing and sucking his pale skin. Augustine leaned his head back and moaned softly at the tingles that went down his spine, reaching out to undo Lysandre's shirt as his lover did the same. "You have no idea how much I want you, mon amour," Lysandre whispered huskily, pausing every few moments to kiss or lick the smaller man's neck. "How I want to kiss every last inch of your beautiful body." Augustine shivered slightly, tightening his hold on the redhead's shoulders as hands travelled down his chest and down to his hips. Lysandre lifted his lover with relative ease and carried him into the bedroom. They quickly resumed kissing, deeper and more passionately than before, as they removed each other's white dress shirts. Lysandre gently pushed Augustine down onto the bed, their faces inches apart.
"Ready for some fun, mon amour?" the redhead asked.
"I thought you'd never ask."
Lysandre smirked mischievously as he reached for Augustine's now discarded necktie with one hand and capturing the young man's wrists with the other. He deftly tied his partner's wrists to the headboard, rendering him immobile. "Oh, someone's a little kinky tonight," Augustine chuckled. "I haven't even gotten started," Lysandre purred into the professor's ear, reaching for his scarf. He tied it around his lover's mouth, gagging him. "Now that's kinky," the redhead chuckled. He knew that Augustine loved to be bound and helpless, though he would never openly admit it. The smaller man squirmed slightly in anticipation as Lysandre resumed kissing his neck before slowly moving down to his chest, then his belly. Augustine let out a muffled moan, looking at his lover with impatient, lust filled eyes. "Ready for this?" Lysandre asked as he began to undo his lover's pants.
As if on cue, Augustine's cell phone went off over on the nightstand. Lysandre looked up and scowled. "Dammit, why didn't you turn that thing off?" he asked. Augustine wanted to tell him that he would've if he had remembered that he left his phone there, but couldn't given his current scenario. Lysandre sighed. "Want me to answer?" he asked. Augustine nodded.
Lysandre picked up the cell phone. "Bonsoir, Lysandre speaking."
Pause.
"Sorry, Augustine can't come to the phone at this moment." With a smirk, he added, "He's a little tied up at the moment." Augustine groaned, although it was most definitely not from pleasure.
"All right, I'll have him call you back. Au revoir." After hanging up, Lysandre took a moment to turn off the cell phone before putting it back into the nightstand. "There, now we will have no more interruptions." He leaned back down between his lover's legs, undoing his pants. "Now, where were we?"
-Fin