and like clockwork lucien would seize a fistful of ernest’s hair between nimble fingers, shoving him into said cushion —— his knee pressed into the small of his back. it wasn’t like lucien to miss a beat, not like ernest deserved his mercy, or even wanted it —— “ like you jack off into that sock underneath your pillow, you smelly FUCKWAD? „ too stupid for his own good, he couldn’t hold his tongue long enough for lucien to get a word in let alone THINK —— “ you’d like that, wouldn’t you? if i just FUCKING disappeared, well look at yourself ernest it’s not like anybody else gives a flying fuck about keeping you around. you wanna be alone, then be ALONE and don’t fuck with me ever again! „
Ernest would let out an abrupt cry, doing his BEST to thrash around wildly, as if that would actually knock Lucien off him. Fuck him, FUCK HIM, it almost felt like he had to ask for LUCIEN’S APPROVAL for ANYTHING. ❝GET OFF OF ME, ASSHOLE! Fuck you, FUCK YOU!❞ he didn’t have time to think about what Lucien had said to him, other than the fact that it made his stomach PLUMMET. ❝What the hell’s your problem– GET OFF!❞ did his voice just crack? Fuck, that better have just been hormones. ❝I’ll fuckin’ kill you!❞
