[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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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?]