[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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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?]