Room 11...0

His room. His arm slips free of yours, instead sliding around your waist. He doesn't pull you to him, just holds you where you are. You can't find it in yourself to pull away.

With his other hand, he unlocks the door, hurrying to avoid fumbling the key. The instant it's open, he gently guides you inside.

The room is much the same as yours, down to the king size bed. As he hits the light switch, the room is slowly dimly illuminated. Dimmer switches. The tungsten bulbs give off the illusion of candlelight, making you a little hotter at the thought.

Finally, he turns you towards him.

Lukas tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you flush against him as your faces crash together, lips immediately locking passionately. His tongue is already in your mouth, exploring with abandon. You moan, happy to give him the lead. Your hands run along his chest as his other finds its way to your ass, caressing it so lightly that you barely feel a thing.

He pulls away, laughing breathlessly.

"You know," he smiles, maintaining his hold on you, "I was kind of hoping I'd get you in here from the moment I saw you."

Your breath hitches in your throat, an embarrassed smile crossing your features at the idea. Considering you had felt much the same way, you had good reason to feel amazing at the idea.

He kisses you once more, both hands roaming your form. The one on your ass slips a little further down, in between your legs, as the other lowers to have a more solid hold of your ass.

"I see you were wanting this, too," he teases, fingers lightly rubbing the wet patch on your "jeggings." You barely manage to respond with more than a whimper, lowering your hand to caress his package.

"How could I not?" you breathe, not entirely certain how much of the response was comprehensible. It doesn't really matter in the end, your touch communication enough for him. He gets his hands under your shirt from the front, slowly pushing it up your torso, making sure to caress every inch of your skin possible as he goes.

When he reaches your bra, he moves his hands around your back, not once breaking contact, and deftly releases the clasp. Returning his touch to your front, he continues his hands' ascent, gathering your underwear along with your outerwear. You let out a moan as he brushes over your nipples, raising your arms to allow him to pull the clothing over your head. Before you can make a move, he throws off his own shirt, putting a hand on the small of your back as he kisses you again, guiding you backwards towards the bed.