Coryo wasn't exactly sure how he and Sejanus ended up on the floor of the district boy's bedroom. When they started they had both been standing. In the back of his mind, the part of him that still resented Sejanus whispered for him to stop. At the front of his mind, though, the part of him that was unbelievably infatuated with Sejanus screamed for more.

Sejanus sat hunched over on top of Coryo's hips, slightly pinning him down, as he kissed him breathless.

Coryo let out a small whine and leaned further up, desperate to satisfy the inconceivable craving of Sejanus. He'd known that he'd like the boy before this. He'd even had urges to kiss him during much of the time they spent together. But this, making out horizontally on the floor of Sejanus's bedroom while his parents were just on the other end of the closed door, (and Coryo wasn't even positive that it was locked), was entirely new.

He hadn't even realized that this was something he wanted, something he might like, before now. It started off so soft. Chaste, even. But one kiss turned to two and the quick pecks turned into something longer, something deeper. Before long, Sejanus had pulled Coryo into him so quickly that the two stumbled to the ground. Coriolanus suspected that it was intentional.

He knew that he should mind, but he really didn't. He just kept kissing Sejanus, gasping lightly when he felt his boy's tongue probe gently against his lips, sweetly asking for more. For the first time since this entire thing with Sejanus had started, Coriolanus felt his control slip away.

He'd let Sejanus do anything and everything he wanted.

A knock on the door sent the two scrambling apart.

"Boys?" Mrs. Plinth's voice rang out, muffled through the door.

The two males sat up on their knees, panting quietly, their cheeks pink. Sejanus caught his eye, and had the nerve to smirk. Coryo could have died.

"Yeah, Ma?" He asked, his voice surprisingly steady.

Coriolanus imagined that maybe he'd done this before, and that's why he had no trouble sounding normal. His insides twisted up at that thought.

"Dinner is just about ready. What would you two like to drink?"

Sejanus stood and dragged Coryo up by the arm, pushing him down onto the edge of the bed. He opened a book and quickly set it on Coriolanus' lap, covering up his excitement.

That whole maneuver did nothing at all to help Coryo's blush, and it only worsened that tight feeling in his chest and stomach. He kept his head down as Sejanus opened the door.

"What was that, Ma?" he asked, nonchalant as ever.

"What can I get you two to drink?" She repeated. Coryo desperately hoped that she suspected nothing.

"Tea sounds good. What about you, Coryo?" Their eyes both landed on him, expectantly.

He coughed. "Just water, please ma'am." He tried to look as normal as possible when meeting her eyes.

Luckily, she didn't seem to notice anything. Maybe his blush wasn't that noticeable after all.

"Of course," Mrs. Plinth smiled. "Wash up. It'll only be another five minutes." She turned to head back to the kitchen. "And, Coryo dear, if you're hot we can always open a window."

Coriolanus buried his face in his hands and fell backwards as soon as she was out of sight. Sejanus shut the door and leaned against it, exhaling a sigh in relief. "Woah," he breathed out.

"Yeah."

"That was..."

"We shouldn't have done that." Coriolanus stated, matter of fact. "I don't know what we were thinking."

"Oh," he could hear Sejanus' frown.

Oh no. Coryo thought as he sat up. Don't close off. "Because your mother was so close." He assured. "Not because I didn't want to...do that." He cleared his throat, awkwardly. "I thought it was nice. Different, for sure." Sejanus' eyes snapped up, hurt. Coriolanus panicked. "Not different in a bad way!" he ran a hand anxiously through his hair. "I, uh, I didn't know...that that was something I wanted...before we did that."

Sejanus sat down next to him, entirely too close, considering Coriolanus was still trying to calm himself down. "Yeah?"

Coryo once again wondered how the others at the Academy could not recognize the boy's immense beauty. "Yeah."

Sejanus smiled, shyly. Funny, it was the first time he'd seemed shy all night. "Maybe after dinner we could–"

"No," Coryo interrupted, already knowing where the conversation was going. "No, I...I can't. I..." He racked his brain for an acceptable excuse, but couldn't find one.

Sejanus noticed his nerves. "It's okay," he said, not unkindly. "I understand."

Coriolanus was grateful.

He opted to walk home by himself, later that night, causing Sejanus to become anxious. "Coryo," he had said before he left. "If it's about what happened before dinner, we can, I mean, we should talk about it."

"It's not, really." It was, of course. But not for the reason that Sejanus probably thought.

He really just needed time to think, and understand his own emotions.

Being romantically involved with Sejanus had inevitably caused many firsts for himself. First time opening up, first time bringing someone to his home, first time wearing his feelings on his face...He'd always been able to handle it. See it coming, even. It felt like with each visit they had with one another he worked himself up to a first more and more.

Giving him control, however, was not something he had anticipated himself doing, and if he was honest with himself, it unnerved him. He hadn't even realized he was letting go until all of the sudden he was completely bending to Sejanus' will.

He thought about it later that night, as he laid in bed. He thought about the weight of Sejanus' body on top of his. He thought about the feeling in his stomach after allowing him into his mouth. But mostly, he thought about Sejanus' damage control after his Ma had knocked on the door. The way he forced Coryo up and pushed him onto the bed. How he so cleverly grabbed a textbook to make it look like they were doing what they said they were doing. How he so innocently opened the door and acted as though nothing was amiss.

He had the entire situation under control. Not Coriolanus.

The more he thought, the more the heat in the pit of his belly grew, and soon enough his night shorts felt uncomfortably constricting. And this time, there was no Sejanus to offer even the slightest amount of friction or relief.

He turned over and groaned into his pillow. All of this was new, and he hated feeling even the slightest bit out of control.

Try as he might, the mental image of Sejanus with his big brown eyes pulling him up so effortlessly from the floor would not leave.

He felt unbearably uncomfortable, and tossed and turned for a while, until finally he reasoned that letting himself feel just a little relief would be okay. His hand crept downwards and he closed his eyes, thinking of nothing but Sejanus...Sejanus...Sejanus.