[ He wants to take a second to look at him, admire his naked state a little while since he might not get the change again, but there's something in his words that make him rock fucking hard. Bells groans again, hips rocking into the touch of their own accord. ]

Maybe I'll, uh, shit. I'll make you do it. I'll get my hands around your throat and squeeze until you beg me to let go. Or... Or I'll get my mouth on your dick and almost make you come. But I'm not gonna let you.

[ His voice is soft, quiet, and he whispers those threats (promises?) against his ear before biting at the lobe and sucking it between his teeth. Bells slides a hand down Lor's chest to skim the length of his cock. Lightly pinch the tip of it and encircle him so he can start stroking again. ]

So you might want to think about turning around so I don't have to do that. [ He kisses him hard. ] Unless you don't want me to fuck you like you're saying you do.