Shit—

[ One fist bangs against the door as Bells jerks him off, the other massaging at the back of his neck before sliding down his chest to grip into his shirt. Tempting to just tear it away, but he isn't sure if he can bring himself to.

But then he laughs, and it's a breathless sound. Needier than he means for it to be, but Lor can't really find it in himself to care. ]

Gee, Bells. I- mm, I hadn't noticed...

[ It's more bravado than he really feels, thinking about how he'd seen Messa to experiment with these things. He's not so unused to it now, but it still shocks him that this is Bells. ] I've wanted you for a while now. That's what I get for being blind, huh?

[ His voice is low, murmuring as Bells bites at his neck, and there's a sharp groan, a jolt of warmth sent straight to his cock. It's easy then to do as he says, even though his skin flushes red. Equal parts embarrassment, excitement, arousal, and he pushes his pants down to his ankles. But an idea strikes, and instead of turning around, his hand cups Bells through his pants instead. ]

What if I don't do what you say? [ A rub, pressing his palm against his erection. ] What are you going to do about it?