Ten Minutes

There was a familiar glint in the green eyes when they met his, as the lights rose for intermission; that little sparkle that meant he was feeling devious. He had to admit that he was dying to figure out what the reaper had in mind, though he was-as always-just a tad trepidatious.
The slim, black-clad hand closed on his wrist for a fraction of a second-his way of saying ‘follow me’-and he stood, making his way out of the theatre and into the lobby. Eager and curious, he obeyed the silent command, following a few paces behind. While he had opted to wear something a bit more subdued than his usual attire-and, to Sebastian’s dismay, elected to turn his hair to the brown it had been when they’d first met-he still wore red accents, making him easy to spot in the crowd. He was wearing his usual, scarlet-framed glasses and a large red bow in his hair, as well as his typical boots. Though he couldn’t see it now, as Grell’s back was to him, the vest he wore was also a muted burgundy-a shade he claimed to like because it matched Sebastian’s eyes.
He glances over his shoulder as he slips through a door, emerald eyes glinting in a silent, sultry promise. It took all his self-control not to barrel through the door immediately after him, and instead maintain his pace and calmly walk through the bathroom door.
Almost as soon as it swung closed again, he heard the lock slide; Grell had been standing against the wall of the mercifully empty room, waiting.
Oh, his hair’s red again-
That was all he had time to think before he was pinned to the wall, the shinigami’s soft, hot mouth pressed hard to his, the slender yet strong hands pulling him closer and running through his hair...it didn’t take much coaxing for him to begin to react, pulling him even closer, grinding their hips together as his hands gripped the supple flesh of his rear end. Grell let out a wanton moan at the delicious friction between them, eager and desperate for more.
“...Ten minutes,” he breathes between hungry kisses. “Think you can do it?”
It was only as he tried to speak that Sebastian realized his breath had turned into ragged pants, his chest heaving with them.
“...I am...one hell of a lover...” He manages with a smirk, all but dragging Grell across the room and shoving him up against the counter. The redhead, eyes half-lidded and dark with lust, was fumbling with his belt and his waistband; impatient, the demon undid them, claiming the reaper’s lips with his own again in a darkly passionate kiss. Drawing the dark cloth away from the white skin, he felt the other hiss against his mouth as the icy marble countertop met his flesh.
Breaking the kiss, he took hold of the reaper’s shoulders and turned him to face the row of sinks set into the stone, roughly shoving his chest down to bend him over at the waist, and, on an impulse, lashing out to strike the perfect, white rump so beautifully displayed for him.
Grell let out a surprised squeal of pain, jerking forward at the unexpected slap, but the smirk he wore didn’t falter.
“So forceful, Sebas~chan...ah!”
Sebastian had pushed one of his legs a bit further away from the other with his knee, almost knocking the reaper off-balance. His hands, usually steadying his lover’s hips, were preoccupied with his own waistband. Grell gripped the countertop with another desperate, sexual moan as Sebastian’s hands slid up his shapely thighs and once again gripped his arse as he rubbed himself between the two succulent cheeks, one turning an angry red where his hand had struck.
“Oh god...Sebastian...please...!” Grell was begging, his voice a desperate, whimpering moan; in the mirror, the demon could see the longing that clouded the viridian eyes and the crimson droplets of blood beginning to swell on the perpetually pouting lower lip.
“Well...since you asked so nicely...”
His grip turned almost bruising and he finally stopped his teasing, aligning their bodies and pressing himself into that glorious tight heat, Grell’s passage already slick and stretched from their escapades before leaving.
The delirious moan that wrenched itself from the reaper’s lips as he was filled was the ultimate aphrodisiac, igniting a burning lust in the demon that he fought to control; part of him remained mindful of the crowd milling about, separated from them by only so many inches of wood. It was that awareness that stopped him from pounding into the pliant and willing body beneath him with all his strength, making the other man scream for him as he had so many times before. No, this would be quick and controlled, and as he buried himself completely in the velvet warmth and listened to the little sounds that now and then escaped the reaper’s clenched teeth, he knew it wouldn’t be a problem to finish on time.
His thrusts were rough and relentless, but the other matched him perfectly, making him growl deep in his throat as Grell’s body contorted wondrously, bending at impossible angles and creating unfeasible curves, all the while still matching him thrust for thrust. His whimpers and moans where growing harder and harder to stifle as Sebastian continually hit the sweet bundle of nerves that could push him over the edge in moments.
“Oh...! S...Sebastian...so...so close...!”
The demon only grunts a reply, nearing his release as well; yanking a glove off with his teeth, he spits in his hand and palms Grell’s neglected cock before beginning to stroke it in time with his thrusts. The reaper threw his head back, wanting to scream but struck dumb by the sheer pleasure of the sensations; it was barely a moment or two later that he came strongly enough to make his ears ring, spilling himself into Sebastian’s waiting palm.
The spasming of the sensitive muscles around him pulled the demon over the edge as well; with a snarl muffled by a bite to Grell’s shoulder, he released himself deep within the other, falling forward and resting against the trembling reaper as they slowly regained themselves.
Grell lifted his head, eyes still clouded over, face flushed and strands of hair clinging to his cheeks; Sebastian, watching with his head on Grell’s shoulder, smiles.
“...You always looks so beautiful...” He murmurs before pulling away. Grell slowly straightens up, only to be turned around by Sebastian’s gloved hand, the same one touching his chin. Chuckling softly, the demon presses a sweet kiss to his lips.
“Get cleaned up. I’ll meet you back in the theater.”
A butterfly kiss to the tip of his nose, then he was focused on washing his hands; Grell shuffles into one of the stalls to get ‘cleaned up.’

A few moments later, as the lights were flickering and beginning to lower, he slipped back into his seat beside Sebastian; the demon looked perfect as ever, not a single indication of the incident in the bathroom apparent in his nature or his appearance.
He as well had erased all signs of their adventure, toning the redness in his cheeks down with his foundation, running a brush through his hair, leeching the red from it and tying it back again, straightening his clothes. To look at the two of them, no one would ever guess what had transpired between them.
As the lights fell completely and the room was lit only by the stage, a white-gloved hand stole over to wrap around a slim one, sheathed in black.

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My first attempt at guy on guy, please don;t be mean...! ;~;