"No one said you could get off, Spriggs--" It's ground hard through his teeth. Fucking Spriggs and his fucking hand, soft but oddly callused in all the best ways. He grips the headboard hard, hearing it bang against the wall, which is infuriating enough to dig up splinters under his fingernails. He hates this. Every single fucking second. But he needs it too. This blazing heat. Lucius' quick clever hand pulling everything from him in sharp streaks of fire.
"I'll make you pay for this," he snarls, gripping Lucius' hair with his gloved hand but not pulling since the little bastard wouldn't like that and fuck him that he cares. Fuck him that he gives a damn. Fuck him that he needs this.
He makes a noise, a thready moan, at the feeling of that hot mouth on his collarbone, his cock twitching, his whole self wanting to sink into it. But screw that.
"Not on your life." He pulls Spriggs' head back but gently enough, just to keep him away, just to keep his own focus ragged as it is. "You just be a good boy with your hand. Fuck." He is so close. So very close. And then they can be done with it. Then they can be through.
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"I'll make you pay for this," he snarls, gripping Lucius' hair with his gloved hand but not pulling since the little bastard wouldn't like that and fuck him that he cares. Fuck him that he gives a damn. Fuck him that he needs this.
He makes a noise, a thready moan, at the feeling of that hot mouth on his collarbone, his cock twitching, his whole self wanting to sink into it. But screw that.
"Not on your life." He pulls Spriggs' head back but gently enough, just to keep him away, just to keep his own focus ragged as it is. "You just be a good boy with your hand. Fuck." He is so close. So very close. And then they can be done with it. Then they can be through.