Grell nearly purred as Sebastian pressed his lips to his collorbone. He ran his hands up that impeccably pressed shirt, feeling the lean muscles beneath. He clutched it in his hands, purposely wrinkling the fabric. "Grell." Sebastian warned, and Grell whined. He had waited so long to have Sebastian, and now that he did, Bassy demanded it be a secret.
Normally, Grell would be bothered by that, but the way Sebastian's hands kept traveling lower and lower was very distracting. Just for the Hell of it, Grell yanked Sebastian's shirt, unable to sit still any longer.
Running his hands over Bassy's cool skin, Grell leaned his head back. He expected another kiss.
"I told you not to do that," Sebastian whispered as he placed a kiss on Grell's cheek, his hand yanking at the waist of his lover's pants. "Now, I'll have to punish you." Grell gasped as Bassy's hand crept lower, tortorously slow, until finally...
"Sebastian!" Grell screamed in shocked delight.