"tomorrow's coming, whether you like it or not."

"This is a nice place to rest, but I'm not used to sitting around twiddling my thumbs."

so, how exactly do you think lohen would discover how much you like ruined orgasms?? 😁 im thinking it's purely by accident. maybe he's got you underneath him, already squirming and starting to whine at the way he's working you up.

he's been teasing you all goddamn day, too. little touches here and there, pulling you in for a kiss out in public and stealing a sharp little nip on your lower lip, acting like he's just kissing the side of your head sweetly when in reality he's whispering to you how much he'd love to slide his hands down your pants in front of everyone here. just tormenting you, taking absolute joy in the way he knows it goes straight between your legs every time. you haven't even been able to do anything about it...!

so you're plenty sensitive by the time he gets his hands on you. he never wastes much time by this point, eager to overstimulate you well past the point of tears. spewing filth in your ear while his fingers deftly work you closer, closer, closer and into a vicious orgasm-

a knock at his front door makes him pull away entirely, eyes alert as his head whips around. he's just about to get up and investigate when the poor fool outside shouts a muffled "ah, sorry, wrong address!!" and leaves.

it all takes barely a few seconds, but as lohen scowls and turns back to you, annoyed that he's been interrupted at such an intense moment, he pauses. notices you look even more fucked out and desperate than usual, face hot and tears of overwhelm in your eyes already. "wait, did you already cum...?"

"i... well, um, i started to, and y. you..."

"had to pull away, yeah..." he's staring at you suspiciously now, noting the almost guilty look on your face. you look a lot less upset than you probably should. he stops himself from apologizing as realization dawns on him, and a slow, mean smile creeps across his face, eyes damn near glowing. "...you liked it." it's a statement. not a question.

your heart drops and you know you're so fucked. information like that in the hands of lohen is practically a death sentence, but you know lying is useless in the face of someone whose favorite hobby is dragging every one of your weaknesses to the surface. "...yeah, i did..."

"you're gonna give me another one."

he sounds way too fucking excited, too. one hand slides right back between your legs, and the other presses on your throat, keeping you from squirming out of his grasp. his gaze is locked onto yours now; since he missed the agonized, fucked out look on your face the first time, he'll just have to make up for it. again, and again, and again...