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Dermott's flat is located in the heart of the Heart of the City, the richest area. It is large even for that area, taking up over an entire floor of a skyscraper. In style, it could be considered "modern" or "chic," but in truth, it is also rather cold. While beautiful, displaying his money, and being done in a beautiful black-and-white style, there is nothing personal about it.

Roleplay!

Coming from the Police Headquarters

Lorin was a bit put out by the text even if it had come from the council member. Really, he'd been looking forward to getting drunk off his face and having sex. And then feeling like utter shit as he figured out where he was planning on staying for the night. It had sort of become a routine. Saying he was looking forward to it would have been a blatant lie. But he was pretty sure it beat getting dragged to a flat for who-even-had-a-fucking-clue-what reason. And it was not like he owned a car or anything. His mother had been paranoid about spending any money because friends of his father's might have been after them, and since Hadley's death, he'd sort of fallen back on habits of having less despite having money. Even his flat was both utilitarian and a bit ramshackle.

This building, well it sort of reminded him of what he'd had before his mother had killed his father. Or at least, what he'd remembered of that flat. He'd only been five when they'd fled. He could not claim to remember much of it. Instead, he generally remembered the look of his father's blood on the floor. The memory did not even make him want to shudder. It also reminded Lorin of Hadley's family's house, where he'd realized the emotion he'd felt towards Hadley was called love. That was a memory he could do without. He shut his eyes and counted to ten, waiting for it to go away. It didn't happen before he saw a mental picture of Hadley's dead body, and then certainly not before a tear slid down his face. He wiped it with his sleeve, not caring about how pristine his uniform was supposed to be.

Casting a final almost reverent look up at the skyscraper, Lorin walked briskly towards the entrance. Swallowing and grasping the hilt of his gun, he threw open the door. Lorin checked his phone to see what floor and flat number he was going to. There was just a floor number -- not flat number. He got in the elevator and pressed the button and waited for it to go up. His gun was already firmly in his hand when the elevator chimed, signalling that he had arrived. The doors opened.

Dermott had headed straight home in his car after he'd left the building. He didn't feel like eating fast food or anything that he didn't handle himself. So he parked his car in the parking garage, private section and headed up to his floor, level eight in the skyscraper. Once he'd exited the elevator he hung up his jacket, kicked off his shoes and then he put in his code and entered his flat. He closed the door behind him but didn't bother locking it since he was able to unable the level eight button if he wasn't expecting anyone which came in handle often. He headed straight for his room, wanting to change out of the monkey suit he'd put on for the meeting and was eager to get out of it. He changed quickly, donning a simple baggy t-shirt and some jeans, wearing a loose black jacket and just wore some socks on his feet. Dermott soon entered his kitchen to make himself something to eat, deciding on something simple, a sandwich and then poured himself some chocolate milk. Once he got his meal he sat himself in his vast but empty living room, laid down on the couch and put on the TV for background sound as he ate not really focused on what was playing, too busy thinking about Officer Fay as he ate. Once he finished his meal and his hungry was quenched, he got out his laptop to bring up Fay's files and once he had he searched through them for his number. Upon finding it he programmed it into his phone, then shut down the files and began doing some Council work for the rest of the time Lorin's shift would be.

After sending Lorin the text Dermott tucked his phone away, finished up what he was doing on his laptop. Once he did this he shut it down, got up to replace it back into his bedroom which was just as modern and cold as the rest of his home. Dermott estimated how long it would take Lorin to arrive, having purposely made the text vague and from what he'd read from Lorin, Lorin wouldn't suspect what Dermott's true intentions of sending that text would be. Dermott smirked, activating the button to his floor and went over to the door that allowed actual entrance into his home instead of the mud area. He then opened the door so Lorin could just venture in when he arrived. Dermott then headed to his kitchen to get himself some more chocolate milk as well as do his dishes while he waited.

By the time Dermott finished washing, drying and putting his dishes away and sipping some chocolate milk from his mug he heard the elevator coming to a stop just outside and smirked against the mug's rim. He lowered the cup, swallowed and rounded out of the kitchen, leaning against the wall where he had view of the door but he wouldn't be seen until upon entrance. Dermott took another sip of his drink as Lorin stepped off the elevator and entered the flat, past Dermott's mud room. Dermott's gaze flicked to the gun in Lorin's hands and he swallowed, corner of his lip curling into a smirk. "You won't be needing that Officer Fay," he drawled before taking another sip from his cup.

Lorin was not sure what he'd been expecting to find when he arrived at the flat that Demort had requested, but Demort himself was certainly not it. Not at all it. He'd mostly been expecting some murderer or something that people were too terrified to face. That sort of thing had actually happened, or more rather, that twit Dagger had tricked him into doing it. That had been rather good for the council, but next time he saw Dagger, he knew exactly where he wanted to lodge a bullet. But more on topic, Lorin was completely shocked mostly because Why the fucking hell would Demort be inviting him back to the place it looked like he lived?! Lorin was, well, Lorin. Lorin was the man who'd let Hadley die, who hadn't been able to save Hadley. He wasn't important. And people that important weren't supposed to pay attention to people as insignificant as he himself obviously was. He furrowed his brow slightly in confusion.

And then Lorin's police-officer/kid-with-a-paranoid-schizophrenic-mother instincts kicked in, and Lorin glanced around the flat, his eyes taking in the floorplan (most notably any escape routes because he was a police officer that had been tortured, after all) and the design (it was a nice looking flat), and he gaped -- at least he hadn't gasped, that would have been shit for his dignity. There was no way. No possible way. This . . . this . . . .Lorin shook his head, his wide eyes betraying his shock. Just no way. No way this was possible. Everything looked so familiar. Lorin cast one more look at Demort and then walked in, his long strides carrying him into the living room. He knelt down on the floor. He could nearly see the bloodstain on the floor. It looked so similar to the flat he'd lived in when he was younger. He couldn't remember it that well, but then he'd seen this, and he'd just known that his father's flat had looked so much like this. It was hard for him to believe. Hesitantly, he ran two fingers along the floor before resting them on his chin.

He forced himself to stand up when really he just wanted to stare at it for a little longer. He could remember standing there as a five-year-old boy, looking at his father's dead body and his mother standing over him. How there had been horror and terror and then nothing. Lorin forced himself not to think of it. Even if it were the same flat, that should not affect him now anyway. He bit his lip. Stand up and look at Demort, he told himself. He was not completely without manners, so he did just that. Remembering his gun and then finally processing the council member's words, Lorin put it in his pocket, but he still kept his fingers on it just in case. Lorin did not apologize for having walked in without paying attention to Demort or give any explanation. He turned to Demort, and his face more-or-less blank from expression, he tilted his head to the side. "Why am I here?" He might have made a show of pinching his arm again, but it was a bit late for that, and he'd already done it once.

Dermott watched Lorin with a blank expression once his initial amusement subsided, though his expression was well worth the trouble he went through, what was he kidding, he didn't need to do much at all to get Lorin over here. He watched with an impassive expression as the officer took in his surroundings. Dermott knew that his place could be considered nice, at least lavish but it wasn't inviting, it wasn't somewhere someone would want to be in for a lengthy amount of time. Dermott was comfortable with that, he had everything he needed and it's not like he brought people back here. Lorin would be the first besides the occasional Council member that stopped by, he frankly didn't like to mix personal with play but he had a feeling that Lorin and himself shared the same value on intense emotion relating to their partner, which wasn't anything close to love.
Dermott watched silently as Lorin reacted to his surroundings, raising a brow when he noticed the almost, horrified shock that over came his features, drawing his curiosity. He mentally looked over Lorin's files as he sipped his drink, shifting how he was leaning so he continued to basically face the other man. He recalled reading something about Lorin's father, at least remembered seeing a picture of the crime scene. He slightly, generally, understood Lorin's shock but didn't care too much, just assessed the other man who seemed just lost, haunted by a memory.

Dermott waited for the man to come to his senses, he'd waited this long already today, he could wait a few more moments. So he watched the man stand once more, not surprised when he got straight to the point, it was something he was beginning to like about the man, well respect. Dermott hummed, lowering the mug and swallowed the liquid he had in his mouth. "If you haven't figured it out, I guess I shall explain it to you," Dermott drawled, putting his mug down on the island in the kitchen, having moved there as he spoke. He made his way to the door to close it, though didn't lock it since there was still a chance, a very small chance that Lorin would reject his offer but a chance nevertheless. Besides, they say it's never good to corner a dog. Dermott turned and made his way over into the living area with Lorin, stopping at the couch and propped his hip against it, shoving his hands once more into his pockets, feeling his hand begin its usual twitch again. "I don't care about your opinion of your superior," he stated, looking Lorin in the eye, "I did that to see if you reacted to me, which you did," Dermott said bluntly. "You're here though because we're both two men, finding each other attracted, both seeking some sexual relief," Dermott then moved himself to sit down on the couch, leaning back against it though his gaze didn't leave Lorin's for a moment. "I don't think I need to state bluntly what I'm suggesting, so.. do you want to do this, Lorin?"
Dermott had a feeling about Lorin, having read his file and assessing what he had, he didn't have any doubts, having to worry about whether the man would become clingy, obsessed, if he would pinch him for money or power. It would simple be a straight forward, enjoying what the other could offer in affairs of the bedroom.

Lorin more-or-less gaped at Demort in surprise. What the hell? So apparently Lorin was of interest to Demort. That was interesting -- to say the least. Hell, Lorin really wouldn't mind what Demort was talking about. Demort was certainly good-looking. But he was a council member. Lorin was Lorin. In Lorin's book, that did not equal anything good. It was hard to have a decent self-esteem when everyone around him had died, when he himself had been tortured. Nevermind that he was the best shot in the police department, or that he was reputedly excellent at what he did. He was Lorin. Not worth it. Lorin could go on all day with his self-belittling thoughts. Hell, he'd done that more than once, perhaps even on most days he'd managed it. Lorin frowned, trying to shut the thoughts out of his head. Not right now, he did think. Not when he was trying to make a very important decision even thought it would probably be a rather easy one to make. Lorin was typically rather impulsive and had a tendency to do what sounded like a good idea in the moment, damn all the consequences. Maybe that was because someone had to actually do things when he was a kid. Otherwise they never would have gotten anything done since his mother always had been cautious. Or maybe he just had stopped caring about life and limb after everything. The point was that this sounded like an interesting idea, so he was going to take the opportunity (and besides, why wouldn't he want to fuck/be fucked by the rather gorgeous guy in front of him). But, in the interest of maintaining a little dignity, Lorin wasn't about to say yes instantaneously. Instantaneously. Quickly was another matter entirely. Quickly, yeah, quickly could definitely happen.

Lorin bit his lip, glancing around (again, as if by habit) to see if there were anyone else who could possibly see. Considering it was a private flat and the curtains were drawn shut, the possibility of anyone seeing, Lorin decided, was extraordinarily low. He worried his lip where he'd bitten it and then finally nodded as if he had been thinking about whether he would agree or disagree that entire time. "Yeah. Okay." A small smile -- something truly tiny, the lips only stretching perhaps a couple millimeters at most -- appeared on his lips. It was more than he usually smiled -- normally he couldn't be bothered to manage that simple (or maybe not-so-simple) gesture. It took more emotions, more happy emotions than he ever really allowed himself to feel these days.

He glanced around the flat, clearly trying to plot out exactly where events would be happening. Lorin was pretty sure Demort would be leading the entire thing. Which sort of made Lorin wonder about a couple rather important issues.

{1} What kinks was Demort into?

{2} Which kinks was he going to be interested in now?

At least, Lorin was not particularly picky, so he was up for weird things, but he did kind of like having a bit of warning before they started really doing in any one in particular. It made some things one hell of a lot less alarming to know in advance. He looked at Demort contemplatively.

Dermott rested back on the couch as he awaited Lorin's response to his proposal. He rested an arm on the back of the couch while his other rested on his thigh, his right one to be exact which meant his hand soon began twitching, something he once again ignored. Dermott's gaze was focused on Lorin though, assessing him, having smirked at his shocked reaction which he was getting all too familiar with by now. It was really curious, how someone attractive and can be viewed as highly successful especially in his line of work, could have such low self value of himself. He'll have to fix that somehow, a man that can't respect himself can't respect anyone else. Dermott also knew the exact moment Lorin had decided his answer, noting the change, the glint in the other man's eyes that caused Dermott's lips to curl up wider in reaction. Rather quick to decide, an impulsive man, he wasn't too surprised especially with his reports and earlier behavior. Dermott now just had to wait for Lorin to admit his decision and stop him from playing this silly waiting game. The younger man was getting very impatient.

Dermott's gaze flicked down when Lorin bit his lip, smirking a bit upon acknowledgement that he'd soon be able to stop him from doing it and maybe even replace his teeth with his own. Dermott waited for the man to proceed with his instinctive habit, and then chuckled lowly, a soft one that was barely audible. "Excellent," he responded simply. Dermott looked at the man, a corner of his lips curling up slightly upon seeing the small smile that graced Lorin's handsome face.

Dermott stood from the couch then, rounding it and headed to the kitchen to finish off his drink, tuck the dish into the sink to be dealt with later. He did this and also went to lock the front door while Lorin looked around and wandered. By the time Lorin finally returned his gaze to Dermott, he returned to the living room and was once more leaning against the couch with his hip. "I'm sure you're aware that everything that occurs between us is strictly confidential. If I catch wind of anything being shared, and I mean anything, I will have to kill you," Dermott said, casually, as if he was talking about the weather instead of murdering someone. "I would much rather not kill you," he added, pushing himself away from the couch and strode over to Lorin till he was standing in front of him, their chests almost touching, and he bent down a little. "Do I make myself clear?" he voiced, and like in Fay's office, Dermott's voice took a low and husky tone while his bright blue eyes seemed to darken slightly.

Lorin was still stunned (he'd probably always look back on this day and be a bit surprised), but he decided that he would do better to ignore it now. He was not at his best when he was surprised -- mostly because that meant he would be as if in a daze. Even his reaction speeds suffered for that, and there was very little that could cause it. And the council member, Demort, was causing him a lot of confusion. It was strange, admittedly. People did not often confuse him these days; they had a tendency to follow a few different patterns that he could understand. Demort did not really fall into any of them. He barely knew what to make of it, and with, well, who he was, he could not truly comprehend why the council member, who was so powerful, would want him here. It did not fit in with his own self-image. There were days where he thought he'd be doing the city a favor if he just ended it all since he wasn't worth anyone's attention. Yet this man, who had quite clearly expressed interest in him, was one of the most powerful people in the entire city. It was awe-inspiring, shocking, and terrifying all at once. Lorin found it sort of exhilarating. He sucked in a small breath.

He definitely swallowed when Demort took a step towards him, much to his dignity's chagrin. "I'm not an idiot, and I can keep my mouth shut," Lorin informed Demort. Of course, he attempted to do this through a shut mouth. Sometimes, he could act just like a child -- which was kind of strange, considering he had basically missed out on his own childhood (or maybe not as strange for that self-same reason). He raised an eyebrow. "So yes, I understand, et cetera, et cetera." He rolled his eyes.

Normally, Lorin might have now drawn the other man into a kiss. It was what he did in bars and clubs, his usual haunts. But those people he hooked up with there weren't powerful enough that they could easily order his death. Lorin had enough of a self-preservation instinct not to initiate anything (at first at least). But that didn't stop his breath from hitching slightly or him from swallowing. He knew his pupils were dilated. And he could feel blood rushing places that could not be mentioned in anything with a G-rating. He fit his lip a bit harder to keep himself from doing something singularly stupid.

Dermott smirked, "that's why I began the statement with, I'm sure you're aware," he drawled, "I never took you as an idiot, maybe a little self-conscious and seemingly easily surprised, when it comes to me at least, but not an idiot," he stated but then nodded. Dermott hummed lowly, "good," he stated, pushing off how childish and disrespectful it sounded, the officer would soon learn. It was curious though, the man before him was a strange one, someone he could read well enough but still there was much else to know about him. The loss of his partner must have done quite the toll on him, especially after just beginning to recuperate from his life with his mother.

Dermott recognized the signs, that Lorin was giving him full control over this interaction, for now, he was sure at some point, probably when Lorin was more comfortable, he'd start testing the water against him. Dermott smirk widened when he heard Lorin's breath hitch and eyes dilate. Without another word from Dermott, he grasped Lorin's hair with one hand, tugging his head back, he then closed the distance between them by taking one last step forward and then brought his hand up, fingers lightly pinching the lip he had captured between his teeth and used his thumb to free it. As soon as he finished tracing Lorin's bottom lip and dropped his hand to the other man's shoulder he leaned down and clashed his lips with Lorin's roughly but expertly, nipping at that teasing lower lip.

Dermott had to debate whether they should push this further today but after getting a taste of his mouth, Dermott doubted he would be the one causing them to stop for sure. Dermott wanted more and he was going to get it unless Lorin stopped him but he was confident that Lorin wouldn't be.

Lorin was about to come up with some with some witty retort. Really, he had been about to. It would have been something like, Why would you think you're so special, then? or Why . . . Actually, Lorin wasn't really sure what he would have said. He assumed it would not have sounded like the little grunt of surprise that did escape his lips when Demort literally grabbed his lip. He tried to gape for a couple seconds, but his success was greatly impeded by the fact that he was surprised about in the first place -- that Demort had grabbed his lip. Lorin, fortunately, rather regained control over his instincts and did not bite Demort's finger. He did, however, press his teeth relatively gently against it Demort's finger and licked it, focusing particularly on where fingernail met skin. He bit back a slight groan.

Lorin kissed Demort back. He was sure not to move anything any farther than what Demort himself was doing. Lorin had little self-love or self-preservation instinct, but he didn't want to mess with Demort for whatever reason. (Were he not preoccupied, he could have listed several.) Demort's hands yanked on his hair, which was presently about as long as he ever permitted it to get. Lorin did not take this as a cue to card his hands through the council member's hair. Instead, he hesitantly put a single hand on Demort's shoulder, half keeping him close and half using him as an anchor as the kiss deepened (as kisses were wont to do).

Dermott released a soft hiss between his teeth when Lorin had paid special attention to his finger when he'd had it clasping his lip. Dermott has had women who'd sucked on his fingers and the experience to him had always been a almost disturbing one, probably mainly because they were trying to be sexy when they just were trying way too hard. That wasn't the point though, it surprised Dermott his reaction to the small and seemingly caress. If this man drew this much of a reaction from him just by that, Dermott was exponentially intrigue for the rest of their encounter. Even his slight grunt evoked something primitive within him.

Dermott's lip curled slightly against Lorin's when he felt the weight of his hand on his shoulder. Every nerve and sense seemed to be hyper aware, feeling and reacting to the slightest change. It was all amplified and Dermott knew he was the one in control, the one calling the shots, usually how he liked it because frankly he didn't trust anyone enough to let himself relax and give someone else the reins. Without warning he delved his tongue into Lorin's crevice, his hand tightening in his hair when he felt the heat of his desire rush through him in response of this action.

Unfortunately, Dermott, as quickly as he initiated the kiss, Dermott broke the contact by pulling away and opened his eyes that he'd previously closed to look at Lorin, his normally bright eyes darkened by the dilation of his pupils. "Shall we take this to the bedroom?" Dermott asked huskily, his voice thicker and heavier than before. He may be an asshole, but he never found the delight in rape or his usually temporary partner fearing him in bed. Sure if it wasn't to do with anything intimate and sexual Dermott loved scaring the life out of people, but in these circumstances he always found it wrong. This is why he even bothered asking, he, was being nice in his own way and giving the man one last time to get out though he had an assumption that it was unlikely to happen. Lorin didn't seem like the type to back down after he'd made his decision.

Lorin would say he was even mildly proud of the hiss emitted from Demort, but that would have been a lie. He had been expecting it. He was experienced in matters like these. And he was a police officer, a man for whom anticipating what people think, what people might like, was a matter of professional pride and more than that, of life and death. So naturally, that all was a fancy way of saying that he was good in bed and bloody well knew it, too. This did not, of course, influence his self-esteem in the slightest. While he was aware he was good in bed, it was not possible for him to factor that into his self-esteem. He might even be vain, proud, arrogant, if it were factored in. It was a strange thought these days, seven years since he could have even been properly described as even remotely confident, and even then, it had been more a lack of caring one way or another brought on from an emotional void than good feelings about himself. Even Hadley had never properly fixed his self-esteem.

This was no talk for what was going on, however, and none of it crossed Lorin's mind as he kissed Demort back. Lorin, while he did not shut his eyes, allowed his vision to become unfocused as he focused on the sensation of being kissed, of a hand tugging at his hair, of an erection pressing against his stomach. Lorin barely managed a smirk, his eyes were so dark. "Bedroom? Why would I be that picky?" And of course, Lorin was not picky. He'd had sex in the restroom of a club (and in a booth at one, but he didn't talk about that as the story involved nearly being arrested by his superior for public indecency -- as if anyone even gave a shit about that).

Lorin ground against Demort's leg, moaning a bit himself. And then he put his free hand, callous-roughened as it was, on Demort's cheek, rubbing it slightly with his own thumb. "Got any supplies? Not just condoms and lube, but other things." Lorin liked other things, a lot. Kinks, in his mind, were good so long as they involved neither shit not piss. Blood, well, Lorin kind of -- with kind of being kind of an understatement -- liked.

Dermott released a quick puff of air from his nose, a mildly amused silent laugh in response to Lorin's words. It gave him the answer he needed of course but Dermott knew what he meant, he wasn't normally, exactly the traditional bed type guy, tables made up good enough surfaces, walls too. But since Dermott had been working all day and refused to get prepared in case his assumption was incorrect. He really didn't want to create extra work for himself to have what he wished to use for their time together put out from him room ahead of time only to clean up without using any of it. Waste of time and he hated wasting time for most things. But hearing the officer say something like that, though fitting his attitude and how he portrayed himself especially in the meeting, wasn't a surprise, hell Dermott expected it but still, fairly amusing. However, Dermott didn't give him an answer right away, only smirked in response because he didn't need to explain himself nor would he bother when he could be doing other things than just talking to this man.

Dermott growled low in his throat when Lorin began to grind himself on Dermott's thigh, almost reminding him of a dog in heat but a whole lot sexier. There was definitely a reason why Dermott liked both genders, girls had some things he liked but so did men. Plus, gentle sex has never been Dermott's forte, nor preference, not too many women can handle it. Dermott subconsciously tilted his head a bit into Lorin's hand, his hand tightening momentarily in his hair before loosening a bit. At Lorin's next question though, Dermott's smirk grew at what he suggested. "In the bedroom," he ground out huskily. As much as he enjoyed the friction against his leg, he pulled back, releasing his hold only to replace his hand on the back of Lorin's neck. He then directed Lorin forward to his room, walking very close behind him, his breath on the back of Lorin's neck, erection straining to be released making Lorin's jeans uncomfortably tight. "Happen to have those handcuffs on you?" he basically purred in Lorin's ear as they entered his room, which was as cold and modern as the rest of the house just looked a little more lived in but fairly clean.

Lorin was only a little surprised when Demort led him into the room anyway. That was fairly unusual. But he probably should have figured that not as many of his assumptions as he would have liked were true when it came to Demort. After all, the man was showing an actual interest in him even after being around him. Usually people were interested in casual sex when they had no other sort of interaction with him. And besides, none were exactly as powerful as Demort was either. Were Lorin a person with more self-esteem, he might still have been shocked. But for the moment, there were much more interesting and important things Lorin wanted to be doing than questioning this development.

"Bedroom? Didn't think that'd be your preference." Lorin really did try for a teasing tone, but it came out more as a breathy drawl at best. A breathy drawl with a couple of gasps interspersed throughout the statement. As soon as he was in the bedroom, he turned so that he was chest-to-chest, groin-to-groin, with the other man. Slowly, he slipped a hand down between them to palm the other man through his jeans and felt a little pricking of pride at how hard he already was. And it was certainly something to be proud about by his own reckoning.

"Handcuffs?" Lorin asked, a little surprised. Usually, actual handcuffs weren't used in favor of things that were less unforgiving or handcuffs lined with padding. Lorin found himself not actually caring. "Yeah, on my belt." He reached behind him, using the hand that had on Demort's back to grab the handcuffs off the belt. He squeezed his other hand, which still had not moved from its previous location, just enough that the contact was increased. He handed Demort the handcuffs and let a smirk cross his kiss-swollen lips.

((I made a really bad pun in the second paragraph. Really bad. Actually, there are probably some interspersed throughout this . . . .O.o))

"More of convenience than preference," was Dermott's response to his breathy drawl though Dermott understood that it had in fact meant to be teasing. Dermott couldn't stop the smirk curling on his lips hearing his gasps when they had yet to even fully begin. Dermott wondered what other noises he could get out of this man and he knew that he'd have the utmost fun discovering each one of them. He closed and locked the door behind them with his free hand, not wanting to at all be disturbed though no one really would but he wasn't chancing it. When Lorin turned around, Dermott's hand remained on his throat and it took a lot of self control not to tighten his grip in reaction to the sharp shooting pleasure that rocketed though him when Lorin palmed him. "Shiit," he ended up hissing quietly through his teeth, a dragged out breathless hiss, his hips bucking in reaction to the sudden friction. Dermott moved his free hand to Lorin's ass, digging his fingers into its firm flesh.

Dermott nodded, exhaling deeply through his nose, staring down at Lorin, locks of his black hair falling in front of his face, shadowing some areas. Dermott was fully aware the actual handcuffs weren't used in these sort of situations, traditionally, but using actual ones was something Dermott was eager to try. Dermott's other hand which had been on Lorin's throat ventured down to join his other in kneading his ass cheeks, while also pulling them closer. Dermott let out another hiss when Lorin squeezed and returned the favor before his hands left Lorin's ass to take the handcuffs before grabbing both of his wrists and lifted them above his head. "Unless you're afraid of a little pain," he huskily drawled out, switching positions with Lorin so Dermott was able to pin him against the door, his leg between Lorin's, moving his knee lightly against his member, a teasing touch.

((What bad pun...?))

((Nevermind about the pun. XD))

Lorin didn't even manage to nod in response to More of convenience than preference. But of course, that was not actually important for him to reply to in the first place, so it didn't really matter. Lorin smirked when Demort cursed. It was pleasing to hear when he knew that he was the cause of that sound. When he turned and Demort's hands were still around his throat, Lorin was pretty sure there would be some breath-play involved. He would not have minded if there were, and he felt something like disappointment when it did not happen. Any disappointment went away when the hand from his neck started working on his arse. His breath hitch loudly, and he instinctively ground his erection harder against Demort's thigh. His eyes rolled back in his head slightly at the contact.

"So the bed then?" Lorin asked -- or more rather tried to ask. He didn't quite manage it before he was slammed against the door. His body sang at the impact, and Lorin did not know what sensation he was supposed to be focusing on. Lorin shook his head at the question just as his arms were being pushed above his head. And then there was something cold around his wrists, something he knew to be the handcuffs. He gasped at the temperature and but down on his lower lip to keep from whimpering. "Is there anything else you'd like to do?"

((Done. Your turn, Maska))

((kk ~It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes~))


Dermott smirked, a reaction they both seemed to have in response to feeling pleased with themselves. Dermott released a low growl, the sound rumbling in his chest in reaction to Lorin grinding against his thigh, both men enjoying the friction it created. Dermott clearly also heard Lorin's breath hitching, causing Dermott to have the urge to just shred the clothes off Lorin and just take him right then and there without any more foreplay. Fuck, Dermott definitely made the right choice in bringing him here, he was absolutely sure they would both benefit greatly from this arrangement.

Dermott didn't offer Lorin a response after he'd met with his back against the door, looking all hot and bother between his body and the door. Dermott closed the handcuffs around his wrists as his body still endured the sensation and feeling of being pinned against the door. He made sure they weren't too tight but tight enough that with enough struggling might make the skin raw and maybe even bleed. "No bed yet impatient one," Dermott mocked lightly, his voice thick with his desire and lust, "and you'll find out soon enough," he responded vaguely before he positioned his leg different so he was rubbing his thigh against Lorin's member.

"Don't move your hands," Dermott growled out the command, wanting him to keep his hands up over his head. He then released his wrists and slid a hand into his hair, clasping it once more to pull his head to one side while his free hand began unbuttoning his police uniform's shirt. Dermott knew in the end, he was more likely just going to tear it off him and personally pay for a new one to replace it, he obviously had the money. Eventually he tugged Lorin's shirt to the side to fully expose his shoulder, collarbone and neck. With a brief smirk, Dermott latched his lips to Lorin's skin, beginning from his shoulder and making him way across to his neck, leaving a trail of nips and bites, occasionally soothing the harsh touch with kiss. Meanwhile he continued the process of ridding the man of his shirt.

((XD))

Lorin moaned and arched his back to maximize the contact between his member and Demort's thigh. He gasped slightly and bit the inside of his lower lip. "Door's better," he managed in a rather high-pitched voice. He tried to focus on the solidity, the chill, of the door on his back because he was not sure he would be able to last much longer if he kept thinking about Demort -- too much stimulation there. He squeezed his ice-blue eyes shut. Lorin wondered if it'd be okay if he were to unzip his uniform breeches or to pull off Demort's shirt. He was not sure which seemed like the more interesting option. He opened his mouth to ask . . .

. . . Just as the handcuffs closed around his wrists. He shivered at the chill. He asked his question only to find little answer from Demort. Lorin quickly tested the handcuffs. They dug into his wrists a bit as he tried. Yeah, that would definitely hurt a bit when they came off. The prospect was one Lorin found kind of exciting. Lorin would definitely wasn't going to mind that, but he knew that his wrists would be raw enough by the end that he tried not to struggle any more than was necessary. There was no question that Demort was in control or that this would require Lorin to monitor his own reactions. That would probably be rather hard to do.

Lorin tried to obey Demort's command, but it really was a bit of a struggle when Demort started peeling off his shirt and putting his mouth to the skin revealed. Lorin gasped quietly and bit his lip to keep from groaning again. He clenched his fists, and his nails bit into his palm so hard that his skin turned pale around that. Lorin tried to arch into Demort's touch for more contact. He couldn't quite keep back his moan as Demort bit the flesh between his neck and shoulder. He rolled his head back slightly. Lorin tried to lift up a leg and wrap it around Demort's hips to get just a bit more contact between them.

Dermott chuckled slightly in response to his breathlessly high pitched statement. He had to agree having this smaller, though only in height than in muscle compared to him, man pinned against the door against him was hot as fuck, completely a turn on and by the way Lorin was acting, he could tell it was doing quite the toll on him as well, though he also assumed that it wasn't only that. Dermott continued the pressure against Lorin, the friction against his hardened member. Damn, Dermott didn't know how long he could control himself, to continue driving this man wild with lust before taking him. He might just go mad just attempting.

Dermott smirked feeling Lorin shiver against him, knowing that it was in reaction to the handcuffs. He knew most people at the mere suggestion of using actual handcuffs for this, if they were naive idiotic things, would have flipped out on him, unless they were masochists of course. He couldn't help but wonder Lorin's reaction if Dermott were to lick up any blood that dripped from his wrist if he were to struggle too much. Dermott even wondered how it would taste, his blood. Maybe Dermott was just a sadist. Either way he had no doubt it would be sexy as fuck.

Dermott growled in satisfaction hearing Lorin gasp but he wanted to hear more from him. So this only made Dermott more determined to get this man to express his voice, maybe even eventually scream tonight. Hearing the moan that came from Lorin after he bit into him caused him to groan in response against his skin before he continued his way up his neck only to lightly trail his lips to the corner of Lorin's lips. Feeling Lorin's leg, Dermott released Lorin's hair while his other hand finished unbuttoning Lorin's shirt, however his now free hand assisted Lorin in hiking his leg around his waist, pushing himself closer to Lorin before he used both hands to tear Lorin's shirt and undershirt off as well, stripping it off his body and let it drop to the floor. Dermott pulled his head back to look hungrily over Lorin's exposed flesh before he returned his lips, tongue and teeth to Lorin's neck but instead of trailing up he began to trek down to his chest.

((When do you think it's far enough that we'd get bitched at?))

((Maska, posted on Google Docs))

((I saw I was typing out my response on a word document before putting it on but the internet cut out and I never got to! >~<))

((I see it's up now. Was sort of in the process of reading it. XD))

((Yuppers! Like first thing I did xD ))

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Due to the movement of Lorin getting off the bed, Dermott stirred from his passed out state and opened bothered to open one of his ice blue eyes to peer at the nude Lorin as he went to his pile of clothes. Dermott only felt a tinge of lust but that was it, he wasn't offended, if anything he was thankful that older man had enough strength to actually bother leaving. Dermott could only guess how sore he was, the thought making Dermott smirk a bit. He was expecting Lorin to get dressed and leave without a word, an action that Dermott had done many times before but was briefly surprised to hear him speak to him. "Save that number, I expect you to answer whenever I call," was the only thing Dermott said and it was in a low, gruff tone. Dermott then recalled that he'd locked the door and would need to once he left as well as fix the elevator so the button to his floor would be unabled. Fuck, the work he needed to do before he could sleep peacefully. Well actually, he doubted he'd be able to fall asleep now that he was awake. The debate if he was an insomaic should be put into question. Dermott slid out of the bed then, went to his dresser to put on a pair of boxers. He needed a cup of something, maybe have some bacon as well.

Lorin rolled his eyes, but only when he knew that Demort wasn't going to be able to see (he'd checked again for mirrors and whatnot). He liked pissing off his superior, but pissing off a city council member? Even he had enough self-preservation instincts to know not to do that. But really, Lorin wasn't at the point of considering all of that. He was still stuck in the land of Hadley. For Lorin, sex was like alcohol. He thought sex would ease his troubles, but it always made him feel worse in the end. Sure, Lorin had had fun, and there was that good sort of ache he had, but emotionally, now, Lorin was only not crying because Lorin it took one fucking hell of a lot to get him to cry anymore. He'd never cried from the time he was five to the time he was fifteen. He was so fucking numb then. He literally felt nothing. It was times like these Lorin wished he could return to that emotion-free state. At least then he wouldn't be so fucking depressed. But then had come the resistance with its shit-awful torture and then he'd been a broken, sobbing mess that actually had fucking emotions. And so now he could be so self-loathing guilt for having sex after Hadley's death -- especially since he had enjoyed it so much. He frowned, his lower lip sticking out, and went to the door once all his clothing was back on. Biting the inside of said lower lip, he looked back as he opened the door and walked out.

Dermott followed Lorin out of his room, eyes narrowed. He wasn't ignorant to the change in Lorin, the shift. There was something different about him than when he had arrived. Dermott didn't comment or react to it though. He was no psychiatrist that would fucken help his mental state, he would never do that bullshit, other people's mental state didn't matter to him, hell he particularly liked destorying them. If he was expierencing some sort of guilt or remorse than it was his fault, he was well aware what would transpire between then, he wasn't going to hold anyone's hand. Dermott leaned against the counter as he watched Lorin leave, barely catching his gaze when he turned around but he saw it, saw something he'd rather forget he ever saw. He did not speak a word as Lorin walked out and after he heard the elevator he went and locked his door before he went to have his breakfast.

End

((End?))

((Yup))

((Kay))

((Always! Got a game plan?))

((Mhmmmm I see... well I am also fresh out of ideas.... maybe something akin to a chance meeting while both are working or just out of work? idk))

((Probably the Streets... or... police headquarters is in the council skyscraper right? Cliche elevator ride? If not, streets most likely.

ARGHHH the blood gifs yes gorgeous work of art))

((They first met with Dermott stepping out of the elevator, so pretty close. Just went back and read it xD
Well I have to leave for work right now so if you could that'll be great?

The things that I am slowly remembering xD I can't deal. ))

((I have the email but I can't remember the password... it was in the joint google account right?

Okay, hope travels were safe

It really has... sad but I was looking through the characters and it was quite the journey xD))

((cityofbrokensoulsrpg@gmail.com

Welp, I can post there first then?
But, staying safe, yes?))

((I am reading our collab thread and we had shit planned for these two and it's incredible xD))

((There is so much but I'm enjoying it. I tend to forget everything but I remember my general feelings towards stuff. Hence my excitement with your return ^^. So much for Lorin and Dermott, but I unwittingly created a path for our interest of recreating Lorin's blood gif ehehehe and apparently we had an idea for kittens))

((I think I can share it with you? The doc I mean, do you use the same email?))

((Oh and I posted on the streets ^^))

((Muilt-tasking like a boss [procrastination?]
Kk, I think I shared it? If it worked

I am so excited!! Argh! I'll go post back as soon as I can.... though I should be going to bed...))

((xD homework- smomwork what even?
Phew! ^^))

((Procrastination is a skill and a curse.))

((xD))