Tour Eiffel Affair

"'Ow about inztead, I do zhis." He leaned in, his lips teasingly caressing the shell if Xavier's ear. He couldnt help himself, Xavier was simply too tempting.

Xavier let out a soft groan unintentionally, his arms finding their way around Prentiss's waist. He leaned down, his lips pressing against the soft skin of Prentiss's neck.

"Oh no, no, no!" Small elegant hands pushed gently at Xavieer's chest, making a quick distance between them. He pointed his finger wagging as he clocked his tongue. His voice when he spoke was melodic, the french language rolling beautifully from his tongue. "Vilain, Vilain." \
Naughty indeed.

"Well aren't you a tease." Xavier smirked lightly. He hung his head, shaking it as he chuckled. He had been foolish to fall for that.

"Im much more zan zhat, amour." A playful laugh as Prentiss shrugged and went on about the shop, plundering through whatever he could find that intrigued him. "Im ze bezt you never 'ad."

Xavier could not hide his grin as he watched Prentiss move through the shop.
"Would you like to spend the night with me?" He questioned. "You still haven't worked hard enough of course, but I'd like to have your company."

"Depends." Prentiss looked back, impish grin flashing across his face. "Where do I get to zleep, monsieur?"

"Wherever you want, of course." Xavier smirked, looking Prentiss over. Of course, he would not mind the boy sleeping in his bed with him.

"Zen I will bed with you." He nodded with an air of finality, sauntering his way over to Xavier in order to run a finger down the mans jaw. "I do 'ope you zleep naked. I do." Course he was teasing, he always wore boxers at least. Possibly a large shirt but normally just boxers.
He could change that if Xavier was willing to sleep in his birthday suit.

"I normally do." Xavier smirked lightly. "But not when I have company." He smiled. "Although you're allowed to wear whatever you want... or not wear whatever you want. I encourage it even." He chuckled.

"C'est regrettable..." The boys bottom lip jutted out slightly in a pout as he moved back to the entrance to the shop. "I zuppose it'll 'ave to do for now." He would have the man naked. Maybe not today, but one day. "Come, Montrez-moi plus." And with that he disappeared, his laughter lost to the night air.

Xavier couldn't help but smile, quickly following Prentiss. He had a feeling he would follow Prentiss anywhere, no matter where he went.

"Take me zomewhere else, Monsieur." Prentiss was in the middle of the road, twirling himself around under the blinking yellow illumination of a traffic light. "I want to zee your world!"

And as Xavier saw this, he couldn't help but grin, the light crinkles appearing by his eyes as they always did when he was particularly happy.

"C'mon Monsieur, the night wont wait!" Prentiss paused beside a stop sign, watching for Xavier as he thought of where they could go for the moment. "Are you taking me 'ome, or are we going zomewhere elze?" Anywhere was fine with him, he was rather enjoying himself.

"I suppose we can go home, unless you have other ideas?" Xavier arched an eyebrow, moving to get in the car.

"Take me to your 'ome." Prentiss made his way back to the car, ducking into thee vehicle quickly. He found he was rather excited to go home with Xavier. "Tell me about your'zelf 'Zavier." His eyes were steady on Xavier, gold specks melting into red embers of brown.

Xavier found himself lost in the boys eyes as he glanced over to him. But he attempted to shake it off, smiling softly.
"I told you Prentiss, you'll have to find out about me on your own." Xavier winked, his brown eyes alight with happiness.

The boy huffed, his fingers dancing on the platform of his cheeks. "You muzt 'elp me amour, 'z not fair otherwize." He watched Xavier closely, eyes trailing the never ending string of tattoo's.

"Alright I'll help you. We'll both learn about each other." Xavier grinned. "Let's ask each other questions. Nothing is off limits. I'll start. What's your middle name?"

Prentiss scoffed softly, immediately finding he disliked this new game. "Uh...Its...Its stupid." The boy groaned, eyes averting to the window. "Its Chandler." He had always despised it, 'Candle Maker' it meant, how pointless.

"I thought it would be something fancy and French." Xavier chuckled softly. "But I like it... Your turn." He grinned.

"It would 'ave been, but you zee, my mom wazn't the one who named me. I mean lazt name yeah, but my virst and middle name waz my real mother." He absent mindedly toyed with the bracelet on his wrist, the only trinket he had of his biological mother. "Bezt zexual encounter."

"You skip right to the interesting questions, huh?" Xavier let out a chuckle as he pondered this question. "I guess it was one time with Elvis. Not the first time, because those are always really awkward, but once maybe six months into our relationship..." Xavier felt the urge to continue and he could describe Elvis all night long and the explicit details of their sexual encounter but he knew once he started talking, he wouldn't stop. And that was definitely not a good thing to do on a first date of sorts. So he simply nodded and smiled at Prentiss.

Prentiss's laughter rang out, his cheeks pinioning as he thought of Elvis and Xavier having sex. "I bet zat waz 'owt. I've always thought sex with Elvis would be érotique." It amused him greatly to think about, and he enjoyed hearing more about it from Xavier's point of view, because when they had been together Elvis never shut up about him.