[He's in no position to threaten anyone, but Daken's heat against him forces a shaky moan out. His hips lift up to chase the feeling again, but Daken doesn't respond to it at all. Lester swears, and immediately becomes combative, his hands grabbing at the back of the other's hips to pull them closer, one of them trying to take them both in hand as Daken just did.]
[Daken grins down at him, slowly starting to move again. It's good, every time he rolls into his hand gets a low groan out of him as he finally feels that pleasure he's been craving start to build. It's not nearly enough though, not the way he's been all riled up, and Daken's lip curls in frustration. Even moving a little faster, a little harder does astoundingly little for him now.]
[He needs the blood and the violence, it's why he picked Lester over anyone else. Why he'll probably keep doing it as long as the other keeps responding. Daken hesitates for a barely-there moment, (one he hopes Lester doesn't catch,) and then he's driving his claws into the other's shoulder to pin him to the floor with a snarl. That animal in him finally getting back out, right down to the way he drops his head to lick a stripe up the side of Lester's neck and tug at his earlobe with his teeth.]
[Lester's adrenaline spikes, he screams, and out of reflex drops what he's doing to shove Daken off him. He keeps in good shape but there's not a reality where he can overpower Daken with brute strength alone. The adrenaline doesn't help as much as it could and the sharp pain radiating from where he's pinned is upsetting.]
[He spits insults at Daken, tells him how he's going to break his arm and use his own claws to kill him. Lester knows it's a flesh wound, but his temper gets the best of him as usual. Yet despite it all he's still hard as a rock as he glares up at Daken.]
I'm going to fucking kill you one day. [He pants hard, still struggling against the other man.]
[Daken's response is a moan in Lester's ear and a tighter grip around the two of them as he rocks his hips harder than before. It's a shame, he thinks, not to actually be inside Lester for this, but Daken thumbs over the head of his cock and decides maybe that's something to work towards.]
[The threats are nothing new, nothing worth responding to when his mouth is otherwise occupied with kissing and biting at the underside of Lester's jaw.]
[That moan makes him shudder. He's in pain, but it feels good. Everything about this is fucked up, but for the two of them it's normal. Lester rocks up towards that hand, his hips lifting off the floor for more.
He tilts his head back as his voice dies down in his throat if only just to spite Daken so he doesn't get the satisfaction of hearing it anymore.]
What. Scream. [He hisses, a stubborn smirk on his face. Daken will have to try harder than that.]
[Well if this is the game they're playing, that's fine by him. Daken sighs softly, almost as if this is a nuisance, and turns his hand, twisting his claws sharply in Lester's shoulder. He doesn't want to do any serious harm, right now he's testing the waters and he's seen Bullseye take worse than this.]
[Lester screams again. He didn't expect that, and the surprise just makes his response all the more raw. The things that come out of his mouth are vial and cruel, and all loving promises of how he's going to tear Daken apart one day. It's about the only thing he can manage to do in this position.]
You always play with your food like this before you eat it?
[Daken laughs softly against Lester's neck, part of him aware somebody's probably calling security after all that noise, but most of his higher brain function is occupied with leaving a mark here on his neck and how fucking good it feels to pull those noises out of him.]
Sometimes. [The hand he has around their cocks starts pumping faster.] When it's worth my time.
[Lester hardly listens to whatever bullshit response Daken gives. His body only seems to be responded to the hand stroking him, and his abs tighten when he feels himself getting close. He shuts his eyes, trying to hold back only so Daken wouldn't get the satisfaction of getting him off, but he's never been one to resist his instincts.]
Go on. [Daken groans, enjoying this, all of this. The body under him is good, but it's the smell of Lester's blood and his reticence to enjoy this that really push Daken closer.] Come for me.
[Apparently that's all it takes. Claws in his skin, and something to scream about. Because he does exactly as Daken says, releasing hot cloudly streams over his lower abdomen and Daken's fingers. Lester pants hard, eyes still closed. Afterward it's like he comes to his senses and tries to shove Daken off now that he'd served his purpose.]
[For a long moment, Daken considers staying right where he is; he certainly hasn't gotten his yet and the thought of coming on Lester's stomach and leaving him there seems pretty appealing. After a bit of deliberation though, he decides he doesn't care all that much. He's gotten something much more valuable than he was looking for out of this, and the orgasm is probably the least interesting part of sex to him anyway.]
[That, and he doesn't want to be bothered with fighting Lester while he tries to finish up, which is ultimately what makes him retract his claws and sit up, looking at the mess on his hand for a moment with a frown before standing up.]
Stay there.
[He probably looks ridiculous, erection bobbing up and down as he walks to the bathroom, but Daken apparently doesn't care.]
[Good news is between the pain in his shoulder when Daken's claws slide out and having come like that after so long he's not sure he has any reason to move, even if defying Daken is always a barrel of fun. So he stays put, eyes closing again because his body is exhausted.
For a while he thought maybe Daken would want more from him, but he doesn't question it. Lester's fine worrying only about his shoulder and not his ability to walk straight.]
Fuck you, don't tell me what to do. [He mumbled to himself mostly, but still doesn't move.]
[God, what an obnoxious man. Daken rolls his eyes as he walks, almost reconsidering the goodwill he's about to bestow. Luckily for Lester, (not that lucky, it's not much,) he doesn't.]
[He washes his hands quickly and comes back after a couple of minutes with a washcloth he drops on Lester's face and a first aid kit that gets dumped carelessly on the floor next to him. Probably not enough to deal with those injuries, most hotels probably aren't expecting their guests to get cut up like this, but it'll tide him over until he can get somewhere that's not here.]
[In the meantime, Daken's gonna look for that bottle of liquor from earlier and take a seat on the couch.]
[Lester opens his eyes, his peace disturbed by the washcloth dumped on his face. He uses it to clean himself up, pulling his pants back up before he sits up to put antiseptic on his wound, groaning a little from the sting. He stays on the floor while Daken sits on the couch.]
[He hoists himself up once he's bandaged well enough to get dressed. Since some clothes aren't wearable he borrows some from the dead guy nearby and glances at Daken.]
[Daken just raises the bottle as a goodbye, he wasn't planning to see Lester out anyway. A good start to his stay in the city though, he might have to text again before he leaves.]
[It's not like Lester's expecting a kiss goodbye or anything, but the bottle raise makes him clench his jaw as he walks out. Even when he's not doing anything at all Daken gets under his skin. Before he finds something to throw at him he leaves the hotel room without another word.]
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[He's in no position to threaten anyone, but Daken's heat against him forces a shaky moan out. His hips lift up to chase the feeling again, but Daken doesn't respond to it at all. Lester swears, and immediately becomes combative, his hands grabbing at the back of the other's hips to pull them closer, one of them trying to take them both in hand as Daken just did.]
Don't you dare fucking stop.
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[He needs the blood and the violence, it's why he picked Lester over anyone else. Why he'll probably keep doing it as long as the other keeps responding. Daken hesitates for a barely-there moment, (one he hopes Lester doesn't catch,) and then he's driving his claws into the other's shoulder to pin him to the floor with a snarl. That animal in him finally getting back out, right down to the way he drops his head to lick a stripe up the side of Lester's neck and tug at his earlobe with his teeth.]
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[He spits insults at Daken, tells him how he's going to break his arm and use his own claws to kill him. Lester knows it's a flesh wound, but his temper gets the best of him as usual. Yet despite it all he's still hard as a rock as he glares up at Daken.]
I'm going to fucking kill you one day. [He pants hard, still struggling against the other man.]
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[The threats are nothing new, nothing worth responding to when his mouth is otherwise occupied with kissing and biting at the underside of Lester's jaw.]
You have a beautiful scream, you know.
[Maybe it warrants some kind of response.]
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He tilts his head back as his voice dies down in his throat if only just to spite Daken so he doesn't get the satisfaction of hearing it anymore.]
What. Scream. [He hisses, a stubborn smirk on his face. Daken will have to try harder than that.]
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You always play with your food like this before you eat it?
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Sometimes. [The hand he has around their cocks starts pumping faster.] When it's worth my time.
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Fuck, I'm gonna come. [Finally.]
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Get off me.
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[That, and he doesn't want to be bothered with fighting Lester while he tries to finish up, which is ultimately what makes him retract his claws and sit up, looking at the mess on his hand for a moment with a frown before standing up.]
Stay there.
[He probably looks ridiculous, erection bobbing up and down as he walks to the bathroom, but Daken apparently doesn't care.]
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For a while he thought maybe Daken would want more from him, but he doesn't question it. Lester's fine worrying only about his shoulder and not his ability to walk straight.]
Fuck you, don't tell me what to do. [He mumbled to himself mostly, but still doesn't move.]
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[He washes his hands quickly and comes back after a couple of minutes with a washcloth he drops on Lester's face and a first aid kit that gets dumped carelessly on the floor next to him. Probably not enough to deal with those injuries, most hotels probably aren't expecting their guests to get cut up like this, but it'll tide him over until he can get somewhere that's not here.]
[In the meantime, Daken's gonna look for that bottle of liquor from earlier and take a seat on the couch.]
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Thanks, I guess.
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[He's so kind and generous.]
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[He hoists himself up once he's bandaged well enough to get dressed. Since some clothes aren't wearable he borrows some from the dead guy nearby and glances at Daken.]
See you around, asshole. I'll let myself out.
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