[ original: lor + bells; closed post]

[thaumaturgic]

[ continued from this thread here. alternate ORIGINALLY JUST A TROLLING reply. ]


[ He can't look at him. He can't, he can't, because this is all wrong. Lor isn't really sure what's come over him, but it sure isn't reason or sensibility. There's a pull at the door even though he knows it won't open far enough. ]

Please move, Bells. You wanted me to leave, so I'm leaving. [ It's spoken quietly, his head bowed, and he grips the doorknob so tight, his hand starts to cramp. ] I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry.

[ Everything about this situation is wrong, and Lor shuts his eyes, trying to resist the urge to blast the door apart in order to escape. What's one more regret to add to the countless he already has weighing him down? ] You asked me what my problem was. I told you. [ The inflection in his voice doesn't change, remaining small and quiet. ] And now I'd like to go home.

So either fuck me or move. You know you want to.

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[lacksgrace]

You know I—

[ Oh fuck. There it is, like an offer he absolutely can't refuse. It twists in his gut, some terrible sense of arousal he tries to ignore even as he stares at Lor in disbelief. Is this really his friend? Is this actually happening? Bells really can't think beyond yes, oh fuck yes and what's going on, oh who cares to do much arguing with himself.

He yanks the door back, forcing it shut so he can slam Lor up against it. ]

You're damn right I want to fuck you. [ He grips him by the throat, forcing his head back. ] Maybe I should just take you right here. Make you come so hard you forget your own name. [ A smirk, and then, without much restraint, he kisses him hard. Biting at his mouth, and it's so good, he sighs into the contact. ] Tell me you've thought about it. Tell me what you want.