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"Are you saying I'm /not/, though?" Lucas prods with his words and with his nose against Magnus' jaw. "I /am/. I own it. I'm not gonna be offended. Besides, you swear all the time."

Magnus' lips stay pinched closed, but the honey-sweet way Lucas is encouraging him is getting harder to resist. "Not… like /that/, though. Not /at/ people."

Lucas huffs against his skin, though in frustration or humour Magnus can't tell. He rolls thin hips down, grinding his ass onto Magnus' erection, and whines some pitiful, put-upon sound.

"I think about you saying it," he starts, mouth ghosting right by his earlobe, "punishing me for it. Pushing me down and using me for what I'm good for. I /want/ it."

And, gods, Magnus can hear that want in his voice. His heart burns in his chest where Lucas' own rubs against him, grinding just slightly on his lap. Not for pleasure, necessarily, but turned on from the promise of it.

He lets his hands come to rest on Lucas' waist - they almost wrap around him, /fuck/ - and ruts up against the heat of his crotch. "Y-You /are/ always eager…" he trails off, and Lucas hums encouragingly, a hand coming to hold Magnus' head close to his own as his soft sounds turn to cloying pants, "God. Fuck. Yeah. You're… such a slut, Lucas."