When In Rome [Zeronos]

Sebastian let his eyes wonder over the people gathered around the still empty carousel as he took one more deep breath, stretching his hands behind his back, willing himself to stay awake despite being bone tired after the flight. They could not rest yet, he knew, though the cursed machine holding their baggage hostage would hopefully move sometimes this century so they can get their (admittedly large, Sebastian alone somehow ended up with two bags) baggage and move towards the front, where a driver was waiting for them to take them to their room, and the bed that would be theirs for the duration of the vacation.

Vacation which, he thought as he eyed the long, snake like machine which was now moving but still held no bags for them to grab, was supposed to be relaxing. A time for the two of them to get away from school, and their room which still held some evidence of Hari turning into a tree in the middle of it, and all the memories of the event, as well as what had come afterwards, for he had been at least half right in his assumption of what the days after the Turnings, as he had started calling it inside his head, would look like.

He had held onto Hari as if the man was about to break while he slept, careful and fond, searching for his warmth and basking in it as much as he had done while he was in the shape of a cold blooded snake. There had been words exchanged, however, when the man had come awake, some yelling, and lot of crying, followed by a few quiet days during which neither of them knew what to do with themselves. Sebastian had ached for his lover, but every time he had looked at him during those few days he would hang his head in something strikingly similar to shame. And despite the fact that without Hari Sebastian fell back all too easily into his previous state of boredom that not even his new friend could not help lift completely, it took them a while to get back to their feet, to talk to each other without strain.

They were fine now, though, he thought, sneaking a glance of the man by his side. More than fine, actually, he hummed as some of the missing baggage finally started appearing on the lane. And this vacation was supposed to be a testimony of that, as well as a time during which their room back at the Academy would be fixed. They were supposed to relax and enjoy themselves, hopefully by putting that large bed into their room to good use, though Sebastian had a strong feeling that Hari would be extremely against spending all of their time here in bed.

He was, however, already cranky, despite the fact that they had just arrived, irritated by a long flight and what seemed as even longer wait for their bags. He would not let it ruin their vacation, however, so he focused on getting himself out of that wretched state by focusing on all the lovely things they could do now that they were alone and away from the burdens that they carried while at school. Most of those things featured a bad, naturally, though there were a few which needed to happen in public places and thus required clothes. Unless, of course, one was feeling a bit more adventurous...

''Finally'', he said, one of his bags finally coming into view, his voice still slightly irritated at the end, despite the fact that he had to put a careful rein on his thoughts lest they turned too vivid and caused him to have problems while he walked. ''One down'', he said, pulling the black suitcase of the carousel, ''Two to go'', he sighed, leaning against the suitcase to wait again. ''Or is it three?'', he said, turning towards the man at his side. He could not remember how many bags Hari had ended up with in the end.

@"Zeronos": Fun fact: I almost tagged you as Poptart here xD I hope this is okay for the first post. I did not say explicitly where they are, because we have not talked about that, the title is simply something I thought would be appropriate for a travelling thread

''Is that all then?'', Sebastian asked as he pulled what he thought was the last of their bags down from the lain and onto the floor beside its brethren. He was convinced that they had not managed to bring more than four bags with them, despite his best efforts to pack and bring the whole of his wardrobe and the rest of the room with him, but it wouldn't go amiss, making sure that that was true, especially if Hari truly meant for them to stay in each country he intended to visit for more than a few days.

Sebastian felt a small smile tug at the very corner of his lips as he looked fondly at his lover. It was hard not to smile, despite the fact that what had initially started out as simple tiredness now threatened to soon turn into deep exhaustion, for Hari was obviously in a state completely opposite to his own, obviously bursting with energy and, for all he knew, already planning their schedule. Initially, Sebastian had planned for them to spend all of their time in one place, no matter what they ended up picking as their destination, but Hari, of course, wouldn't hear of it. If he was going to Europe, Sebastian thought, a full blown smile slowly appearing on his face. he was going to see all of it.

His smile never managed to develop to its end, however, as it suddenly turned into a giant yawn, just as Sebastian was going to claim his lover's lips for what he had intended to be a brief kiss, but would have probably ended up being anything but. ''Hotel first'', he said, yawning again, laughing silently at himself because for his own body's betrayal. ''There is supposed to be a driver waiting for us up front'', he explained as he pushed their bags, which were all now safely tucked onto the trolley, in front of himself.

''He is only to drive us to a hotel today, however'', he explained as they pushed through a whole lot of people in order to get to the exit. ''I knew I would be tired and thus not in the mood for a bus full of whole load of other people'', he said, as they finally emerged into somewhat fresher air. ''And I would prefer to be a little more awake when I dare try drive a car again considering it has been a while since the last time I had used a steering wheel.''

As he said that, though, Sebastian frowned slightly, before chuckling again. ''And I guess I just kind of forgot to ask whether you can drive'', he explained, shrugging his shoulders lightly as he laughed again. ''Can you?'', he then asked, a glint which really should be familiar to Hari taking over his eyes, the blue orbs already sparkling with mirth that clearly stated that he was already thinking of all the interesting things that could be done with Hari, or even himself behind the wheel, and that yes, yes there were many, many interesting ways to get lost, or even simply be forced to pull over. In the middle of a road. Somewhere where nobody would see. Or, once again, where somebody could see, if they were feeling adventurous...

''It doesn't matter even if you can't'', he said in the end, just as he spotted their driver, ''I can, and I do think we will be renting out a car tomorrow'', looking back at Hari, he hummed, his tired posture and constant yawning everything but gone now. ''Or, well, the day after that'', he said, grinning, as he turned to great their driver, in the language that was decidedly not English.

Sebastian felt Hari's hands on him as soon as he had stopped speaking, the driver soon turning away from the airport, no further instructions needed, thankfully, as Sebastian also felt himself melt into the sweetness and heat of Hari's kiss, before making it just a bit hotter and wetter, and sharper, by adding the pressure of his tongue and teeth into it. And he continued doing it for some minutes more too, dancing on the edge of it being too much until he could no longer do so, simply because he needed the space between them to appear in order to be able to breath. For, for all his tiredness, and jet lag, he thought, he would always have enough strength left to kiss the silly, still blushing way to easily man in front of him.

''I shall be your driver on this trip, then'', he said, after placing one last almost chaste kiss on Hari's lips. ''And we'll work on making you a little less...red'', he said, chuckling as he eyed the barely there color rising on Hari's cheeks, ''about your payment, ne?'', he hummed laughing once more as he became aware of the passengers of the car standing next to them on the traffic light staring right at them.

''Might even get you some practice right now'', he hummed, enjoying the feeling of yet another kiss from Hari in front of audience before they started moving again. ''Though we really should save our strength for tonight'', he said, a familiar glint of his eyes growing even stronger still. ''For I know how the breakfast looks here well enough to tell you that it's not all that different from breakfast anywhere else in the world.... which really means we should just miss it, don't you agree?'', he hummed as their driver continued driving past all the things that Hari would probably want to touch and see and take pictures of later. Glancing through the window, Sebastian calculated it would be moderately soon before they were finally at the hotel.

Sebastian held tightly onto his boyfriend's hand once the man had slipped his warm, soft palm into his own, partly because he didn't really want to let go of him, not after he had just spent the whole ride to the hotel pressed so closely to him, getting a taste of those lips, and hands, and skin, and warmth, and... and partly because, he thought, pushing the thoughts of Hari, in the car, a little bit less clothed than he had actually been on the way over as the images his brain so carefully formed just for his enjoyment began distracting him from talking to the lovely old lady at the reception, he knew, just as Hari had known when he grabbed onto Sebastian, that if not led, he would get lost. He could already see the excitement n Hari's eyes, the wonder and awe, as he stared at everything, and everybody at the hotel. And it was just a hotel!

A very nice hotel, Sebastian thought though, he had picked well, really, he was a bit proud of himself because of that, as he grabbed the key cards to their rooms and nodded to the lady one last time with a polite smile. She had said nothing of Hari and his obvious excitement or about the not so obvious yet still there their hands had at each other, and he was glad of that. he had other things to do right now other than argue with her.

Things like pressing Hari to the wall of the elevator the moment the doors closed, thankful that he had been smart enough to tell the reception lady that they could handle their bags by themselves, it wasn't that hard. One of his hands pressed against the clear glass of the mirror covered walls, and he knew it would leave a mark there, one that would fade, yes, but it would be a sign, though, he thought, a sign of him grabbing onto Hari's hear with his other hair and all but attacking his mouth, his body, and mind, still heated, burning really, not only from what little action they saw in the car, but from all the dirty thoughts he tried to keep away from his mind while in the lobby, but failed.

The elevator thankfully stayed empty too, all the way up to the tenth floor (Sebastian had asked for the room to be on the highest floor possible, knowing that Hari would enjoy the view), as Sebastian bit lightly on Hari's lower lip, before sucking on it lightly, only to leave it alone a moment latter, focusing on Hari's tongue instead, as well as on pushing his own into his boyfriend's opened mouth, the hand which had started in his Hari now wondering, down his neck, shoulders, chest, stomach...

Just as he was about to do something which really shouldn't be done in public however, the elevator door pinged, and the reflection of them kissing in the metal parted in two to show the warm corridor richly decorated in red and gold. The number above showed them a shining bright 10, informing them they had arrived to their floor.

Sebastian felt Hari's hands on him, and for a moment, his mind went blank, overridden with lust. All he could think was getting more of that, of those little hitched breaths, the sound of them, of air getting caught somewhere between Hari's lungs and lips because of something Sebastian's hands were doing to him making him almost drunk. Of the red blush on Hari's cheeks which was not really red, not like it would be on him, with his own pail skin. Not that he would ever blush, though, he thought, as he closed his eyes and felt, Hari's long, lean leg around his waist. He had gotten over that a long, long time ago, he thought, humming. Lon, like the said lag, still wrapped around his waist, taunting him to follow the line of it with his hands, fingers, tongue...

Then, suddenly, he realized that the hands placed onto him were not put there in order to join in on the fun, but were rather pushing him away. And he would have fought against it, let the elevator close, miss their room and their floor, all in favor of continuing what they were doing right there and then, wishing for more keening sounds, already making plans of how exactly he would draw them from those lips, red-bitten, and kissed...

So yes, he would have fought against the pushing had it not been done so quickly. One moment, Hari's hands were no him, the next, the other man was already half way to their room, fighting with the key like the item had suddenly become some very advanced piece of alien technology. Sebastian growled as he grabbed onto their begs, shooting out of the elevator like a bullet himself.

He could barely think, his mind already completely focused on what he fully intended to do to Hari once they were inside and naked, all that glorious skin spread beneath him, tanned, and soft, and salty. Taking those last few steps left between him and the door almost hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt, the one that could easily be relieved once the door was finally opened, and the bags hazardously thrown all over the corridor, his boyfriend's body once again beneath him as he pressed him into the door leading to what would be their bedroom for the next few days.

The door to the hallways thankfully closed, almost by the will of their own for certainly neither of them had thought about it, about any kind of decency, really, as Sebastian proceeded to almost tear Hari's shirt in two, his hands searching for skin, his nails pressing into it slightly, before they suddenly met Hari's nipples and latched onto them, all the while his mouth worked relentlessly, almost without stopping: kissing, biting, nipping, sucking Hari's tongue into his own mouth and pushing his into the warmth of his lover's. He wasn't stopping, he thought, not for anything in the world, his hips already moving, grinding against Hari in a combination of wild, uncontrolled lust, and slow movements indicating he was so focused on his hands and lips, he would forget to do anything else, even something as good as seeking out friction against the hardness of his cock. He was already so far gone, he truly hoped that the world, and Hari, had no other plans for them for tonight.