[Claude's gaze catches on the clinging of wet silk against the growing outline of Lorenz's cock, the sight nearly making him drool. He'd just have to crawl forward a few feet, and he could taste it--
His distracted gaze is drawn back up to Lorenz's face at the sound of his frustrated whine, the compliment making him groan.]
Gods, Lorenz-- you can't say things like that when you're gonna leave. [He whines, head tipping back against the wall. The green of his eyes is nearly swallowed up by his blown out pupils, cock hard and aching between his legs.
The words, soft and vulnerable, slip out before he can stop them.] Please don't go.
[Those soft words are almost enough to make Lorenz' knees buckle as well but he turns the way he begins to falter into a dramatic turn. It's only a few more steps after that for him to come back to the edge of the tub he'd been in moments before. His hands grip the edge, white knuckled and desperate as he tries so hard to just focus on the scent of the flowers still so heavy in the air.
Oh but it's sickly and cloying now that he's been able to breathe deep of Claude's scent.]
I am no more slave to my instincts than any other civilized man.
[But the words come out through clenched teeth, jaw tight and voice rough with want.]
That is not what you want. I am not-
[One hand slips from the edge of the tub and it's like the shaky control he has on his voice goes with it, a low rumble pouring out of him. A sound that cuts off as soon as he can stop it, though not by will power alone. Both hands plunge into the rose-scented water, splashing a handful up onto his face, then another.
When he finally looks back at Claude through the curtain of clinging wet strands he looks like he's in pain, almost as though he might cry and his voice is just as thick with it.]
I'm not some villain that- I could never hurt you like that.
[Claude regrets the plea as soon as it's left his lips, watching Lorenz struggle with his baser instincts through half-lidded eyes. His own instincts want him to crawl over to the Alpha, to present for him, try and entice him.
Where his sheer force of will falters, that pained look on Lorenz's face keeps him from following those instincts.]
I know. [He smiles shakily, trying to meet Lorenz's eyes, trying to focus and have this conversation with as clear a head as possible. He digs his nails into the flesh of one of his arms, trying to ground himself with the pain.] I know you wouldn't. Lorenz... I didn't ask before because I didn't think you would want to.
You didn't ask before because you weren't addled with hormones!
[It's sharp and waspish and Lorenz hits his knees as soon as the words burst out of him. He presses his face to the cool porcelain of the tub. It's full of hot water, it shouldn't be cool, maybe he's just burning up that much.]
I'm sorry... [After that outburst he just sounds... wrung out. Pained and breathless. Something occurs to him, through the blinding fire in his blood and he actually huffs a ragged laugh. Shaking his head turns more into rolling back and forth pressing one flaming cheek to the tub then the other.] And here I'd begun to worry I might be rather gay... you're very assertive for -hah- for a beta I mean.
[He's thought on more than one occasion that Claude would be better suited to be an Alpha, more so than himself even. Oh and what does that say about him? Falling in love with such a confident and assertive man.
Oh it's hilarious in a tragic sort of way, honestly.]
[Right, of course Lorenz can't believe anything he says now. Even more than usual. Now they're both on the floor of the bath, the leader of the Alliance and one of his most trusted generals reduced to this thanks to their own biology. There's definitely something darkly funny about it, and he matches Lorenz's laugh with his own breathless one.] Is it really so bad, to not match the expectation?
[He's still feverishly sweaty and uncomfortable, his body aching to be touched and filled, but he manages to smile at Lorenz from across the room.]
[Lorenz tries to shake his head again, slumps more heavily against the tub, giving in and just sitting on the floor now, cooling water soaking into his robe. He looks at Claude and the next breath that escapes him is more whine than growl.]
Of course not...[And before he can stop his traitorous, hopelessly romantic heart-] That's what makes you so perfect.
[Though once the words are out he groans, whether at the strain of resisting or the cheesiness of his own words is hard to say. Rolling his eyes, turning to hid his face against the side of the tub behind the curtain of his hair.]
[Gods, Lorenz can't just sit there saying things like that, all flushed and hiding his face behind his hair, and not expect Claude to react.
For as much as he struggled to get to his feet, his body gives him no trouble when it comes to getting closer to Lorenz. He crawls over to him without thought, straddling Lorenz's lap, hands clutching at the edge of the tub on either side of him.] Lorenz... the hormones didn't make me want you, I already did.
[He's so busy hiding and trying to breathe that he doesn't realize Claude has moved until the other man is above him. He can't think, can't breathe, just stares up at Claude open mouthed and desperate. Something like a sob escapes him and his hands are suddenly on Claude's hips, dragging him down as Lorenz lifts his own to grind up against the omega.
One hand swiftly slides up, grabbing at the front of his shirt, pulling Claude closer.]
That's not- [And this time it is an outright sob that escapes as he buries his face against Claude's neck, drowning in his scent, panting against him, whimpering one more certainty before he's dragging his tongue up along the omega's throat, finally tasting the scent that's been so heavy on the air.]
[It's unfair of him, he knows, and Lorenz has every right to be pissed at him later, but to deny themselves something they both want just because Claude had been under the impression Lorenz wouldn't seems ridiculous. Or maybe that's just an excuse.
A low moan escapes him as Lorenz drags him down by the hips, need flaring in his core, jolting through him like a thunder spell. His clothes are too hot and restricting, even though he'd chosen them to be anything but.] Fuck, Lorenz--! [He gasps, one hand sliding from the edge of the tub to tangle fingers in his long hair, shuddering as a hot tongue drags up his throat.] I mean it, I swear I do. Gods, Lor, you smell so good, can't believe I've been missing out... [He gets breathless towards the end, grinding back against the alpha's cock, starting to babble.] You're beautiful when you're in control but you're stunning when I make you lose it. Never been able to help myself, teasing you.
[If Claude had said anything else in that moment Lorenz might still have been able to pull himself back from this. But no, no he has to talk about how much he loves it when Lorenz loses control. An admission that has him dragging teeth over the gland in his throat, fingers clenching harder in the material of his shirt until the collar begins to give.
There's a moment of hesitation, where he doesn't dare pull his hand away from Claude's hip, not when he's grinding down on him so delightfully. Then he growls, finally surrendering that last bit of control to grab Claude's shirt in both hands and, buttons be damned, tear it open so he can kiss and nip and lave his tongue over all that delicious golden skin. Teeth skim over his collarbone, hands sliding under the shirt to drag nails down his back, pulling him more firmly down on top of him.
And if one of those hands slides down his back to dip teasing fingers beneath the waistband of his trousers well... Isn't that precisely what Claude asked for?]
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His distracted gaze is drawn back up to Lorenz's face at the sound of his frustrated whine, the compliment making him groan.]
Gods, Lorenz-- you can't say things like that when you're gonna leave. [He whines, head tipping back against the wall. The green of his eyes is nearly swallowed up by his blown out pupils, cock hard and aching between his legs.
The words, soft and vulnerable, slip out before he can stop them.] Please don't go.
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Oh but it's sickly and cloying now that he's been able to breathe deep of Claude's scent.]
I am no more slave to my instincts than any other civilized man.
[But the words come out through clenched teeth, jaw tight and voice rough with want.]
That is not what you want. I am not-
[One hand slips from the edge of the tub and it's like the shaky control he has on his voice goes with it, a low rumble pouring out of him. A sound that cuts off as soon as he can stop it, though not by will power alone. Both hands plunge into the rose-scented water, splashing a handful up onto his face, then another.
When he finally looks back at Claude through the curtain of clinging wet strands he looks like he's in pain, almost as though he might cry and his voice is just as thick with it.]
I'm not some villain that- I could never hurt you like that.
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Where his sheer force of will falters, that pained look on Lorenz's face keeps him from following those instincts.]
I know. [He smiles shakily, trying to meet Lorenz's eyes, trying to focus and have this conversation with as clear a head as possible. He digs his nails into the flesh of one of his arms, trying to ground himself with the pain.] I know you wouldn't. Lorenz... I didn't ask before because I didn't think you would want to.
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[It's sharp and waspish and Lorenz hits his knees as soon as the words burst out of him. He presses his face to the cool porcelain of the tub. It's full of hot water, it shouldn't be cool, maybe he's just burning up that much.]
I'm sorry... [After that outburst he just sounds... wrung out. Pained and breathless. Something occurs to him, through the blinding fire in his blood and he actually huffs a ragged laugh. Shaking his head turns more into rolling back and forth pressing one flaming cheek to the tub then the other.] And here I'd begun to worry I might be rather gay... you're very assertive for -hah- for a beta I mean.
[He's thought on more than one occasion that Claude would be better suited to be an Alpha, more so than himself even. Oh and what does that say about him? Falling in love with such a confident and assertive man.
Oh it's hilarious in a tragic sort of way, honestly.]
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[He's still feverishly sweaty and uncomfortable, his body aching to be touched and filled, but he manages to smile at Lorenz from across the room.]
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Of course not...[And before he can stop his traitorous, hopelessly romantic heart-] That's what makes you so perfect.
[Though once the words are out he groans, whether at the strain of resisting or the cheesiness of his own words is hard to say. Rolling his eyes, turning to hid his face against the side of the tub behind the curtain of his hair.]
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For as much as he struggled to get to his feet, his body gives him no trouble when it comes to getting closer to Lorenz. He crawls over to him without thought, straddling Lorenz's lap, hands clutching at the edge of the tub on either side of him.] Lorenz... the hormones didn't make me want you, I already did.
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One hand swiftly slides up, grabbing at the front of his shirt, pulling Claude closer.]
That's not- [And this time it is an outright sob that escapes as he buries his face against Claude's neck, drowning in his scent, panting against him, whimpering one more certainty before he's dragging his tongue up along the omega's throat, finally tasting the scent that's been so heavy on the air.]
You don't mean that.
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A low moan escapes him as Lorenz drags him down by the hips, need flaring in his core, jolting through him like a thunder spell. His clothes are too hot and restricting, even though he'd chosen them to be anything but.] Fuck, Lorenz--! [He gasps, one hand sliding from the edge of the tub to tangle fingers in his long hair, shuddering as a hot tongue drags up his throat.] I mean it, I swear I do. Gods, Lor, you smell so good, can't believe I've been missing out... [He gets breathless towards the end, grinding back against the alpha's cock, starting to babble.] You're beautiful when you're in control but you're stunning when I make you lose it. Never been able to help myself, teasing you.
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There's a moment of hesitation, where he doesn't dare pull his hand away from Claude's hip, not when he's grinding down on him so delightfully. Then he growls, finally surrendering that last bit of control to grab Claude's shirt in both hands and, buttons be damned, tear it open so he can kiss and nip and lave his tongue over all that delicious golden skin. Teeth skim over his collarbone, hands sliding under the shirt to drag nails down his back, pulling him more firmly down on top of him.
And if one of those hands slides down his back to dip teasing fingers beneath the waistband of his trousers well... Isn't that precisely what Claude asked for?]