Taking a deep breath, Lukas opened his eyes, but they wouldn’t adjust to the darkness. He was leaning against a wall when the feeling in his body came back to him, and he also felt the pressure on his waist and legs. Trying to sit up, his head lightly hit the top of the space he was in, and he leaned back down.
Next, he was going to understand what was lying on top of him. Though, he soon found out when he reached the side of him and felt soft skin, sliding down and recognizing the shape of legs. And they were rather feminine. Taking his hand back, he recalled what happened before this.
The stupid Dane wanted to borrow something from him, though he didn’t know what. Saying yes, even though he didn’t want to, he invited the idiot over. When he did come over, he tried to put a bag over his head. Lukas saw it coming, and grabbed the taller man’s tie, but he didn’t get a chance to strangle him, as he was hit in the back of the neck.
Groaning at the thought of the Dane, he kicked his leg out, unintentionally hitting the girl. She gave a sharp gasp, but it ended with a painful moan as she hit her head on the top. Her breathing quickened and he could feel the panic coming from her.
“Ah, what’s going on?! Who are you and why am I in here?” That voice, Lukas knew who it belonged to instantly.
“______, calm down. Are you hurt?” Her body tensed up, but relaxed almost immediately. She tried to sit up again, which he did as well, reaching his hands out and placing them on the sides of her head. “______, are you hurt?” She shook her head and he sighed in relief.
Her hands placed over his, and he tried to focus on her, but the darkness was too much. He wanted to see her, just to be sure. “Lukas, what’s happening? Where are we at?” He pushed her hair out of the way, and she gripped his hands.
Lukas knew exactly who was behind this. But he couldn’t figure out why she was dragged along with him. “It’s Mathias who did this. I’m going to kill him.” He turned his attention back to her when he felt heat burning on her skin. “Are you feeling alright? You’re burning up.”
Quickly smacking his hand away, he was taken back. “I’m fine, really.” Her voice shook, and he dropped the subject. “We have to find a way out of here.” She murmured, most likely talking to herself.
(Name) moved a bit, and he twitched, grabbing her legs. Giving a soft apology, she tried moving again, but only ended up rubbing against him. “Stop..” He breathed, a strange feeling overwhelming him. His heart started beating rapidly, and his grip tightened on her legs. He could hear her breathing, the same pace as his own.
When she moved again, Lukas swore she was doing it on purpose. In a swift movement, he pulled her down on her back, pressing his back on the top and towering over her. His knees were pressed in the corners, holding her legs up on his thighs. Lightly touching her face, he ran a single finger over her lower lip. Leaning down, he barely placed his lips on hers, feeling hesitant. His eyes grew wide as her arms snaked around his neck and pulled him closer, crushing their mouths together.
Working as opposites, she licked his lower lip, asking for entrance. Still debating, he slowly opened his mouth and allowed her access. But not wanting to feel overpowered, he attacked first, sliding his tongue in. Giggling slightly, she seemed pleased with urging him to join. She rolled her hips again, and he shuddered, pressing against her so she couldn’t move.
Moaning, she released her mouth, gasping for air. He moved to her neck, kissing and sucking. She ran her hands through his hair, and eventually grabbed the curl on the side of his head. He jerked forward, slamming his hands on the wall in front of him. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him, pulling the curl again.
Lukas felt like he was melting, both pleasure and the heat they were making. He started spreading her shirt away from her chest, kissing her collarbones and the like. She breathed deeply, chest rising and falling. Chuckling, he allowed her to undo the buttons of his shirt.
Interrupting their time, light blinded him and he buried his face into her neck. “Ahahaha! Norge, this is a surprise!” Lukas looked up, narrowing his eyes at a tall gravity defying blonde haired man. Tino’s jaw dropped, as he leaned over the containment to get a better view. Emil had an eyebrow raised, questioning the scene. Berwald was trying to cover Tino’s eyes, but success burning from him, meaning he was also behind it.
Standing, the Norwegian grabbed his friend and pulled her to his chest, climbing out. He kicked the Dane in the shin, and walked away, up some stairs. To his surprise, he was still in his house, and where the box came from, he hadn’t a clue. But the girl grabbed his hand, and pulled him up another flight of stairs.