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Guy-Manuel couldn't help the sigh that slipped past his lips as he propped his head up on a hand. Huffing softly and blowing a strand of hair from his eyes, he couldn't help but let his gaze survey the room around himself then, and the mess that it had became. True, he and Thomas did get into arguments now and then, but the damage and disarray of the shared living room was enough to show this hadn't been the regular sort of squabble.

Running a hand over his face, Guy-Manuel groaned softly, both in frustration and exhaustion. Thomas had long since locked himself away in the bedroom to cool off from the altercation, leaving Guy alone in a chair in the living room with the mess around him.

He hadn't meant to react the way he did. But the book was already in his hands and was quick to be turned projectile on his lover. Peering through his fingers, another gentle noise left Guy's throat. He couldn't even remember what the comment was that sent this whole, horrible situation off, but now the living room lay a war zone; objects thrown about and broken, couch cushions upturned and some even missing their fluff that now lay about the hard wood floor like some cheap Christmas snow display.

Not a sound came from the bedroom since it's door and been slammed shut and lock clicked into place. Only serving to make Guy chew on his bottom lip. He knew Thomas was upset, and the silence made that clear.

Finally, the brunette pushed himself from his chair, giving another gentle sigh and running a hand through his hair. His eyes skimmed the room once more, temper having calmed and passed now, and he knew well enough when Thomas was like this it would be a futile effort to try to coax his lover out until he felt like showing himself.

Instead, he turned his attention to the room, knowing he'd have to wait to apologize, so the least he could do, because he started this matter, was take responsibility and clean up the mess and destruction he'd been the catalyst for.

A quick trip to the kitchen was all it took to retrieve a broom and dustpan, and five minutes later found Guy quietly sweeping what he could into a broken pile in the middle of the floor. It was the clean up that upset him more, finding broken pictures that had been knocked off and glass cracked to books who's pages he was sure would be wrinkled forever.

Lost in the almost sadness of the situation, Guy's ears didn't catch the gentle click of a lock coming undone, nor the soft creak of the floorboards as weight was applied to them. He didn't have time to react as the broom was suddenly taken from his hands, a tiny noise of startlement slipping from his throat, before he found himself face down, bent over the arm of the sofa with a larger, stronger form pressing and pinning him there.

Guy went to look back over his shoulder, quite certain who his attacker was, but a rough hand found it's way into his hair, before giving a slight tug to keep him in place. Thomas' breath was hot on his ear, the taller using his size to his advantage as he breathed out.
"Guy-Manuel…What you did wasn't very nice…" The taller almost seemed to purr out in that heavy accent, the low tone enough to send a chill down the smaller's spine.

Guy's own voice was softer, "Thomas…I…I am sorry…I just…lost my temper. I didn't mean to act like that…"

The only response Guy got was Thomas' hips grinding into his backside, the touch enough to draw a gentle gasp from his throat, already able to feel the hardness there. The couch under him, along with the hand in his hair, kept him from wiggling away. Though, a tiny part of him couldn't help but feel an almost rush of excitement from this side of Thomas.

"What shall I do with you?" The taller practically purred into his lover's ear, snapping Guy from his own thoughts.

"Do?" Guy answered back with a question of his own, confused and wanting nothing more to glance back at Thomas, but that hand in his hair was relentless in giving him any slack at the moment.

Thomas' laugh by his ear only served to send another chill over Guy's form, almost able to feel the smirk in his voice, "Mon chérie… You acted out…If I don't do something to correct you then you won't learn."

Guy's breath hitched a moment at those words, his stomach tensing some as he breathed softly back, "T..Thomas…please…"

The taller shushed him gently, "Calm down…I promise it won't hurt…"

Guy-Manuel could only give a slight nod back, before another breath caught in him, this time from Thomas' hips pushing against him once more, knowing exactly how his lover was going to 'correct' him; which only made his body writhe slightly back in a twisted form of anticipation.

Another laugh was pulled from Thomas' throat at his lover's response, a grin stretching over his face as he tugged at Guy's hair, forcing the smaller's head to tilt back with a slight wince that seemed to be washed away as lips connected.

Another small tug was all it took to pull a gasp from Guy's throat, Thomas' tongue quick to take full advantage of this and force it's way into his lover's mouth; tracing the wet cavern as if re-learning it's layout for the first time. Guy attempted to play back, but another, slightly rougher tug was enough to make him cave to his lover's dominance, seeming to understand what and how Thomas was playing at.

Satisfied with Guy's submission, Thomas broke the kiss then, allowing his lover air, before licking at his own lips. "Wrists…" Was all he mumbled out then.
Guy-Manuel's eyes flickered to meet his partner's then, as if searching for direction, before he slowly moved, lifting his arms for the other in his bent over position. Thomas seemed to give him the slack then as that rough hand retreated from his hair to catch the now offered wrists.

It was at this point, Guy was sure Thomas had planned all this; a blush rising to his cheeks as the taller simply secured and bound his wrists behind his back with what felt like a computer wire or cable, but he wasn't sure. He also picked up that Thomas was more gentle when he listened, this strange and new treatment a bit frightening to him…but yet…something about it…

Guy was pulled once more from his thoughts as a set of teeth gently nipped at his ear, Thomas's amused voice following. "Your face is red, Guy-Manuel…"

The smaller brunette only flushed more at that being pointed out, but he seemed to have picked up on this game and was wise not to naturally snap back at the teasing. Instead, he simply chose to hide his face behind his curtain of hair shyly.

Surprisingly, Guy managed to find his voice, soft as it was, "Je suis désolé."

"I know…" Thomas hummed back in his ear once more, only further grinding against his lover's backside, more than aroused at Guy's helpless state.

The pressure of Thomas against him only made Guy's body squirm more. The situation was…almost surreal, pinned and restrained over the edge of the couch, and yet…he found his own arousal sparking up in him; even while both were still clothed.

"Thomas…" Guy's breathy voice broke the silence then, giving away what his taller lover was doing to him. "I…please…"

"Please, what?" Thomas snorted back in amusement, the excitement obvious in his voice. He only bucked against Guy again, pushing the smaller's crotch into the arm of the couch almost teasingly.

A gasp of bliss was tugged from Guy's throat at the action, his small body arcing slightly as he naturally pulled at his binds, but found they gave no slack. "I…need you…"

Thomas let a hand lazily trace up Guy's side, not caving to the beauty under him, "Do you?"

"Oui…."

"What will you do for me then?" The taller asked in return, hips rocking gently.

Guy-Manuel almost seemed to whine then, Thomas' actions against him causing his own erection to grind into the arm of the couch under him. "…A…Anything…"

The hum of approval was like bittersweet music to Guy's ears, more beautiful than any track he himself had ever composed. Thomas' weight pulled off then, tugging a breath of a moan from the smaller's throat as pressure was removed; though, Thomas' presence still hung close.

"Don't move." Was the gentle command, added with a kiss to the top of Guy's head, before Guy could hear his lover wander off back towards the bedroom.

The smaller musician almost wanted to scream then. What was Thomas doing? He couldn't just leave him like this. He had half a mind to completely ignore his partner's words, but something in the pit of him stomach held him still from following.

The obedience seemed to pay off, Guy's ears catching the tell tale sounds of Thomas' feet on the wooden floors once more, slowly returning to him. The taller gave another pleased noise as he approached, content that his fiery lover had listened and was quick to give another sweet kiss over.

"You are being so good…" Thomas praised softly, leaning in to kiss the smaller's neck, which only seemed to tease Guy further.

"Thomas…please…" Guy whined back, hating the casual pace at the moment.

The taller only kissed his cheek, "Patience."

Guy managed to keep his tongue in check for a second time then, well aware his lover had the upper hand on him at the moment as he felt Thomas' presence return behind him. The gentle hand on his hip was enough guidance, softly leading Guy-Manuel's rear to stick out more as warm arms wrapped around his waist to undo his jeans.

The small brunette only shoved his face into the plush surface of the couch, face heated with a blush as a moan slipped from his throat; the contact of the air on his now free erection enough to make him squirm. Half his mind was spinning, trying to understand this strange power Thomas held over him, able turn him into a mess already without really laying hands on him.

Thomas' own groan of bliss echoed back in the room at the noises his lover was making, the taller having already dealt with his own clothing when he had slipped away, before he gently pushed his body forward, wanting skin on skin contact.

A visible tremble passed over Guy at the simple contact, making his cock pulse gently at feeling his lover so close, but so far away from what his body was now craving.

"Please…" The word slipped from Guy's throat then against his will, tense and desperate for his other half, his lover and partner.

Thomas seemed to realize this, his own skin chilled over in anticipation as he worked on opening the bottle he'd brought with him and lubricating his fingers. Shifting his weight, Thomas paced one hand upon Guy's bound wrist, as if in warning, before one finger drifted to the smaller's entrance then, slow and gentle as he worked his way in.

The process was almost painfully slow for Guy as the smaller changed his stance slightly, legs spreading apart to help his lover as he did his best to breathe and keep his muscles relaxed during the preparation. It was like endless teasing, Thomas always the type to be gentle during this process to make sure no harm would later come to Guy.

By the time Thomas got to the third finger, Guy was left panting, his face a soft rose color and sweat starting to build in a sheen on his forehead; his body pushing back now at the intrusion to drive Thomas in deeper.

This action was more than enough evidence for Thomas that Guy was ready for him as he pulled back then, only causing a groan to emerge from the small brunette's throat at the loss, before he'd slicked himself up and pushed forward and into the heat before him.

Thomas' own head lolled back in bliss as the tightness that consumed his length, a gentle hiss slipping though his teeth as it took all his will power to not just buck into the other to the hilt.

Guy fixed that problem easy enough as his body pushed back, driving Thomas fully and deeply inside of him with a painful whine as his back arced and arms strained against the cord that kept him bound. It was painful, yes, but the feeling of fullness and his partner's own choked out moan made up for that.

The two were held in almost limbo then, frozen in time at this moment of connection and lost in only one another and the carnal sensations that danced over their skin in waves.

Thomas moved first, drawing out slowly, almost fully, before pushing back in. His lust-glazed eyes keen on his partner's body language for anything negative as the action pull a low, almost torturous moan from Guy-Manuel's throat.

They were quick to set pace.

As if music ran through their veins they set a heavy beat and cadence of thrusts, accented by their own vocals that the world would never hear in any track they would ever make. Both bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat in a matter of moments, Guy's hair soaked at the brow as his moans and cries where half muffled into the couch under him, while Thomas' own lyrics rang through their small apartment without any restraint in volume.

It was rough and fast, almost sloppily so, as this more intimate song pulsed though both musings in tandem, quickly growing to it's crescendo.

With an almost strangled cry, Guy's teeth locked down on the plush fabric before him when his body couldn't take any more, his muscles tensing and tightening around the length inside him almost painfully, which was more than enough to push Thomas over the edge as well as their vocals harmonized.

Thomas' body slumped forward then, panting heavily, just like his lover's from the act they had committed, basking in the afterglow of the release. It took him a few moments to gain his breath and bearings once more, before he finally pulled off and out of his lover, a strange sense of a job well done washing over him when Guy cried out softly and shivered at the seed that fell free and down his thighs.

Gentle, Thomas untied his lover, freeing Guy-Manuel's arms from what would surely be a painful position if left that way, before kissing each reddening wrist in turn and helping support the smaller to stand up properly and lean against the couch.

Left a bit breathless, Thomas' eyes met Guy's, the taller quirking a tiny smirk, "So? Did you learn your lesson?"

Guy returned the smirk with a grin of his own, "Oui…I will throw books at you more often if that is the result."

Laughter filled the apartment then, following both musicians as they made their way to their bedroom, a new trend having started now in their daily lives.

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Guy-Manuel couldn't help the sigh that slipped past his lips as he propped his head up on a hand. Huffing softly and blowing a strand of hair from his eyes, he couldn't help but let his gaze survey the room around himself then, and the mess that it had became. True, he and Thomas did get into arguments now and then, but the damage and disarray of the shared living room was enough to show this hadn't been the regular sort of squabble.

Running a hand over his face, Guy-Manuel groaned softly, both in frustration and exhaustion. Thomas had long since locked himself away in the bedroom to cool off from the altercation, leaving Guy alone in a chair in the living room with the mess around him.

He hadn't meant to react the way he did. But the book was already in his hands and was quick to be turned projectile on his lover. Peering through his fingers, another gentle noise left Guy's throat. He couldn't even remember what the comment was that sent this whole, horrible situation off, but now the living room lay a war zone; objects thrown about and broken, couch cushions upturned and some even missing their fluff that now lay about the hard wood floor like some cheap Christmas snow display.

Not a sound came from the bedroom since it's door and been slammed shut and lock clicked into place. Only serving to make Guy chew on his bottom lip. He knew Thomas was upset, and the silence made that clear.

Finally, the brunette pushed himself from his chair, giving another gentle sigh and running a hand through his hair. His eyes skimmed the room once more, temper having calmed and passed now, and he knew well enough when Thomas was like this it would be a futile effort to try to coax his lover out until he felt like showing himself.

Instead, he turned his attention to the room, knowing he'd have to wait to apologize, so the least he could do, because he started this matter, was take responsibility and clean up the mess and destruction he'd been the catalyst for.

A quick trip to the kitchen was all it took to retrieve a broom and dustpan, and five minutes later found Guy quietly sweeping what he could into a broken pile in the middle of the floor. It was the clean up that upset him more, finding broken pictures that had been knocked off and glass cracked to books who's pages he was sure would be wrinkled forever.

Lost in the almost sadness of the situation, Guy's ears didn't catch the gentle click of a lock coming undone, nor the soft creak of the floorboards as weight was applied to them. He didn't have time to react as the broom was suddenly taken from his hands, a tiny noise of startlement slipping from his throat, before he found himself face down, bent over the arm of the sofa with a larger, stronger form pressing and pinning him there.

Guy went to look back over his shoulder, quite certain who his attacker was, but a rough hand found it's way into his hair, before giving a slight tug to keep him in place. Thomas' breath was hot on his ear, the taller using his size to his advantage as he breathed out.
"Guy-Manuel…What you did wasn't very nice…" The taller almost seemed to purr out in that heavy accent, the low tone enough to send a chill down the smaller's spine.

Guy's own voice was softer, "Thomas…I…I am sorry…I just…lost my temper. I didn't mean to act like that…"

The only response Guy got was Thomas' hips grinding into his backside, the touch enough to draw a gentle gasp from his throat, already able to feel the hardness there. The couch under him, along with the hand in his hair, kept him from wiggling away. Though, a tiny part of him couldn't help but feel an almost rush of excitement from this side of Thomas.

"What shall I do with you?" The taller practically purred into his lover's ear, snapping Guy from his own thoughts.

"Do?" Guy answered back with a question of his own, confused and wanting nothing more to glance back at Thomas, but that hand in his hair was relentless in giving him any slack at the moment.

Thomas' laugh by his ear only served to send another chill over Guy's form, almost able to feel the smirk in his voice, "Mon chérie… You acted out…If I don't do something to correct you then you won't learn."

Guy's breath hitched a moment at those words, his stomach tensing some as he breathed softly back, "T..Thomas…please…"

The taller shushed him gently, "Calm down…I promise it won't hurt…"

Guy-Manuel could only give a slight nod back, before another breath caught in him, this time from Thomas' hips pushing against him once more, knowing exactly how his lover was going to 'correct' him; which only made his body writhe slightly back in a twisted form of anticipation.

Another laugh was pulled from Thomas' throat at his lover's response, a grin stretching over his face as he tugged at Guy's hair, forcing the smaller's head to tilt back with a slight wince that seemed to be washed away as lips connected.

Another small tug was all it took to pull a gasp from Guy's throat, Thomas' tongue quick to take full advantage of this and force it's way into his lover's mouth; tracing the wet cavern as if re-learning it's layout for the first time. Guy attempted to play back, but another, slightly rougher tug was enough to make him cave to his lover's dominance, seeming to understand what and how Thomas was playing at.

Satisfied with Guy's submission, Thomas broke the kiss then, allowing his lover air, before licking at his own lips. "Wrists…" Was all he mumbled out then.
Guy-Manuel's eyes flickered to meet his partner's then, as if searching for direction, before he slowly moved, lifting his arms for the other in his bent over position. Thomas seemed to give him the slack then as that rough hand retreated from his hair to catch the now offered wrists.

It was at this point, Guy was sure Thomas had planned all this; a blush rising to his cheeks as the taller simply secured and bound his wrists behind his back with what felt like a computer wire or cable, but he wasn't sure. He also picked up that Thomas was more gentle when he listened, this strange and new treatment a bit frightening to him…but yet…something about it…

Guy was pulled once more from his thoughts as a set of teeth gently nipped at his ear, Thomas's amused voice following. "Your face is red, Guy-Manuel…"

The smaller brunette only flushed more at that being pointed out, but he seemed to have picked up on this game and was wise not to naturally snap back at the teasing. Instead, he simply chose to hide his face behind his curtain of hair shyly.

Surprisingly, Guy managed to find his voice, soft as it was, "Je suis désolé."

"I know…" Thomas hummed back in his ear once more, only further grinding against his lover's backside, more than aroused at Guy's helpless state.

The pressure of Thomas against him only made Guy's body squirm more. The situation was…almost surreal, pinned and restrained over the edge of the couch, and yet…he found his own arousal sparking up in him; even while both were still clothed.

"Thomas…" Guy's breathy voice broke the silence then, giving away what his taller lover was doing to him. "I…please…"

"Please, what?" Thomas snorted back in amusement, the excitement obvious in his voice. He only bucked against Guy again, pushing the smaller's crotch into the arm of the couch almost teasingly.

A gasp of bliss was tugged from Guy's throat at the action, his small body arcing slightly as he naturally pulled at his binds, but found they gave no slack. "I…need you…"

Thomas let a hand lazily trace up Guy's side, not caving to the beauty under him, "Do you?"

"Oui…."

"What will you do for me then?" The taller asked in return, hips rocking gently.

Guy-Manuel almost seemed to whine then, Thomas' actions against him causing his own erection to grind into the arm of the couch under him. "…A…Anything…"

The hum of approval was like bittersweet music to Guy's ears, more beautiful than any track he himself had ever composed. Thomas' weight pulled off then, tugging a breath of a moan from the smaller's throat as pressure was removed; though, Thomas' presence still hung close.

"Don't move." Was the gentle command, added with a kiss to the top of Guy's head, before Guy could hear his lover wander off back towards the bedroom.

The smaller musician almost wanted to scream then. What was Thomas doing? He couldn't just leave him like this. He had half a mind to completely ignore his partner's words, but something in the pit of him stomach held him still from following.

The obedience seemed to pay off, Guy's ears catching the tell tale sounds of Thomas' feet on the wooden floors once more, slowly returning to him. The taller gave another pleased noise as he approached, content that his fiery lover had listened and was quick to give another sweet kiss over.

"You are being so good…" Thomas praised softly, leaning in to kiss the smaller's neck, which only seemed to tease Guy further.

"Thomas…please…" Guy whined back, hating the casual pace at the moment.

The taller only kissed his cheek, "Patience."

Guy managed to keep his tongue in check for a second time then, well aware his lover had the upper hand on him at the moment as he felt Thomas' presence return behind him. The gentle hand on his hip was enough guidance, softly leading Guy-Manuel's rear to stick out more as warm arms wrapped around his waist to undo his jeans.

The small brunette only shoved his face into the plush surface of the couch, face heated with a blush as a moan slipped from his throat; the contact of the air on his now free erection enough to make him squirm. Half his mind was spinning, trying to understand this strange power Thomas held over him, able turn him into a mess already without really laying hands on him.

Thomas' own groan of bliss echoed back in the room at the noises his lover was making, the taller having already dealt with his own clothing when he had slipped away, before he gently pushed his body forward, wanting skin on skin contact.

A visible tremble passed over Guy at the simple contact, making his cock pulse gently at feeling his lover so close, but so far away from what his body was now craving.

"Please…" The word slipped from Guy's throat then against his will, tense and desperate for his other half, his lover and partner.

Thomas seemed to realize this, his own skin chilled over in anticipation as he worked on opening the bottle he'd brought with him and lubricating his fingers. Shifting his weight, Thomas paced one hand upon Guy's bound wrist, as if in warning, before one finger drifted to the smaller's entrance then, slow and gentle as he worked his way in.

The process was almost painfully slow for Guy as the smaller changed his stance slightly, legs spreading apart to help his lover as he did his best to breathe and keep his muscles relaxed during the preparation. It was like endless teasing, Thomas always the type to be gentle during this process to make sure no harm would later come to Guy.

By the time Thomas got to the third finger, Guy was left panting, his face a soft rose color and sweat starting to build in a sheen on his forehead; his body pushing back now at the intrusion to drive Thomas in deeper.

This action was more than enough evidence for Thomas that Guy was ready for him as he pulled back then, only causing a groan to emerge from the small brunette's throat at the loss, before he'd slicked himself up and pushed forward and into the heat before him.

Thomas' own head lolled back in bliss as the tightness that consumed his length, a gentle hiss slipping though his teeth as it took all his will power to not just buck into the other to the hilt.

Guy fixed that problem easy enough as his body pushed back, driving Thomas fully and deeply inside of him with a painful whine as his back arced and arms strained against the cord that kept him bound. It was painful, yes, but the feeling of fullness and his partner's own choked out moan made up for that.

The two were held in almost limbo then, frozen in time at this moment of connection and lost in only one another and the carnal sensations that danced over their skin in waves.

Thomas moved first, drawing out slowly, almost fully, before pushing back in. His lust-glazed eyes keen on his partner's body language for anything negative as the action pull a low, almost torturous moan from Guy-Manuel's throat.

They were quick to set pace.

As if music ran through their veins they set a heavy beat and cadence of thrusts, accented by their own vocals that the world would never hear in any track they would ever make. Both bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat in a matter of moments, Guy's hair soaked at the brow as his moans and cries where half muffled into the couch under him, while Thomas' own lyrics rang through their small apartment without any restraint in volume.

It was rough and fast, almost sloppily so, as this more intimate song pulsed though both musings in tandem, quickly growing to it's crescendo.

With an almost strangled cry, Guy's teeth locked down on the plush fabric before him when his body couldn't take any more, his muscles tensing and tightening around the length inside him almost painfully, which was more than enough to push Thomas over the edge as well as their vocals harmonized.

Thomas' body slumped forward then, panting heavily, just like his lover's from the act they had committed, basking in the afterglow of the release. It took him a few moments to gain his breath and bearings once more, before he finally pulled off and out of his lover, a strange sense of a job well done washing over him when Guy cried out softly and shivered at the seed that fell free and down his thighs.

Gentle, Thomas untied his lover, freeing Guy-Manuel's arms from what would surely be a painful position if left that way, before kissing each reddening wrist in turn and helping support the smaller to stand up properly and lean against the couch.

Left a bit breathless, Thomas' eyes met Guy's, the taller quirking a tiny smirk, "So? Did you learn your lesson?"

Guy returned the smirk with a grin of his own, "Oui…I will throw books at you more often if that is the result."

Laughter filled the apartment then, following both musicians as they made their way to their bedroom, a new trend having started now in their daily lives.