[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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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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