[OPEN] come back and sit right down.

[monroe owen hughes]

"Yeah?" He breathed, then found himself kissing him again. He rubbed his sides gently, not quite as rough now that the guy seemed more content around him. He didn't know whether or not he was comfortable with the fact. He ran his tongue across the roof of his mouth before he pulled away, looking over at him. "Are we going to stand here and make out all day long, or are you going to get to the point?"

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain smirked faintly, kissed him gently on the lips. It felt strange, not being forceful. "Mm...how about that break room?" He drawled, kissing over his neck slowly, arms wrapped around his torso loosely though he'd barely noticed it.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe nodded, reaching back into the maze of teased hair and pulled out a bobby pin. 'Hiding them from Lucas came in handy.' He thought, sticking it in his mouth to work the plastic ends off. He took Zain's hand, spitting the ends into a trashcan as he passed. He found one of the least used break rooms down the long hall at the back of the mall, and leaned over, peering into the lock hole before he stuck the bobby pin in. He wiggled it, listening to the door before the lock finally gave way. "Bingo." He said with a smirk, putting it into his pocket as he pushed open the door.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain gladly followed, spit out his gum on the way. When they reached the door he looked around again, shifting his weight impatiently until the lock was picked. A smirk passed his lips and he pushed away from the wall, following Monroe inside and closing the door behind them, locking it again. He had him against the wall instantly, soft kisses across his lips and jaw.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe groaned, rocking his hips slowly. He ran his hands over his back, wanting him just as badly as he had before. A part of him was ready to get it over with and leave, not comfortable with the way Zain was getting comfy around him. But another part of him wanted to stay, wanted to linger as long as he could. He reached up, roughly grabbing his jaw. He pulled him into a kiss, forcing his way into Zain's mouth.

[zain marshal rhoston]

The rough grip and forced kiss had a growl rumbling in Zain's throat, half in pleasure and half in warning. He kissed back after a moment though, shoved Monroe further against the wall, pushing his shirt up gradually. He dragged his nails back down again.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe groaned, dragging his tongue across the roof of Zain's mouth. He didn't dare wrap his arms around his neck, refusing to let him think he was going to be dominated in this. Monroe was too stubborn to show any sign of being lesser. He tugged his shirt up a bit, feeling their skin touch. He dug his nails into his hip, pulling him closer with a whine.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain of course made no move to do anything else, waiting for Monroe to give in first. He continued kissing him, mkving his hips some. When Monroe grabbed his hip though he flipped him, pressing the other male's chest to the wall and stepping up before him. Hands traced up his back to grip his shoulders as he pressed close, kissing over his neck to his jaw, sucking on the skin before he pried his lips open again, eyes gleaming before they closed.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe groaned when he was pressed against the wall. He rocked his hips back, grinding them against him as he tried to push off against the wall. 'Fuck..' He groaned, tipping his head to kiss him deeply. He knew he was going to end up being on bottom, he couldn't fight an encant. But he wasn't going down without one, either. He reached behind him, threading a hand into Zain's hair as he pulled him closer, realizing just how vulnerable he was like this.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain kissed him deeper, breaths quick and needy as he pressed his hips close to pin Monroe's, moved tauntingly against the back of his jeans. A hand let go of one shoulder, sliding to the hem of his jeans. He moaned softly, moving against him despite their clothes, already falling into motion with his longing. His hands grew a bit rough over Monroe's body.