Okay. Okay, you— Oh fuck.

[ He curses directly into his mouth, fingers letting him go for the length of time it takes to tear at his pants and dip his hand inside. Warm flesh against his palm, and Bells begins to jerk him off without hesitation. Short, firm strokes. The shape of Lor's cock is nice, the pad of his thumb circling the tip before rubbing at the slit at the top. He groans loud, sucking at a lip and kissing him again.

Maybe he's losing his mind, but frankly, he doesn't think beyond the fact that Lor is right there, kissing him, and... Damn. Telling him to have his way with him. Bells shivers. ]

I'm so fucking hard right now, Lor. I want you. Fuck, do I want you.

[ He speaks even as he lets up on his neck - ignoring the way it seems to leave an imprint in his skin - and slides his fingers into his hair, exposing the curve of his throat when he yanks his head back so he can bite at his Adam's apple. Lick at the reddened spot. He eases up on his cock, absently wondering if he'll beg for more. ]

Turn around, and drop your pants. Hurry up.