General RP The Man Kept His Socks On (Knight_of_None)

Lyrin groans softly and then pushes his hand into Billy's chest. He pushes the other back, peering at his face, trying to read it before speaking. "Are you doing this to deflect or. . ." He shifts slightly.* "Cause you didn't say anything earlier, and I want to know if. . . You're just here for the sex or more."
 
Lyrin sighs, "I meant here, pinning me down, and kissing all over me," he tugs Billy's hair again, "after I just confessed my feelings."

He narrows his eyes slightly, "Stop deflecting me, Billy. Is it just sex to you, or is it more. Do you continue to see me, hang out with me, give me attention just to get into my pants?"
 
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Billy scoffed and pulled back himself, sliding out of Lyrins hold. "What the fuck is this now?" He huffed under his breath. "Who cares? You get what you like right? Now what? You want me to get misty eyed and say some hallmark shit?" He said as he stood up, pacing the floor. The question alone agitated him, sliding under his skin faster than anything Lyrin had said in the past. "What do you think this is?"
 
Lyrin stares at Billy and then looks away slightly, "I don't want to be here anymore if all I am is some. . . Some fuck boy or whatever." He presses his fingers into the side of his neck, swallowing.

"You don't have to get misty eyed, Billy. I wouldn't ask that if you, because that's not who you are. But I do need to know if you feel something or if I need to move the fuck on with my life."

He closes his eyes, "I don't know what this is, but it doesn't feel the same as when we started all this. . . And I. . . I just. . ."
 
Billy gritted his teeth at him. "Don't yiu fucking say it again!" He said angrily. He stepped forward, hunkering so they were eye to eye. "If you think you're going to say it then pull this-" he said as he half lifted his hand...then dropped it. "-Fucking- you.-" He stammered as he just turned and kicked his chair over. "Go. Get the fuck out then if that's what you're going to do anyway."
 
Lyrin flinches, uncertainty flashing across his face. He stares at Billy and then huffs, "No." He crosses his arms, leaning back against the bed.

He presses a hand to his face and then stands, moving towards Billy and taking a moment before gently grabbing his arm. "Sit down and stop trying to break shit." He grumbles, pushing Billy back towards the bed with more strength than he normally shows.

"And stop yelling. I'm not leaving you."
 
Lyrin fidgets slightly, "I don't know. . ." He mumbles, twisting his fingers. "No, I do know." He narrows his eyes at Billy, "Because I don't know where it goes, Billy. I don't know where it goes. I don't know anything because you never tell me anything! And that's hurting both of us in the long run because you act so. . ."

He trails if for a moment and then huffs, "You act so fucking dense sometimes. It's like dealing with a three year old throwing a tantrum." He presses his fingers to his temple, rubbing slightly.
 
Lyrin rolls his eyes, "Just because you're hard to deal with doesn't mean I'm going to quit. When have I ever quit anything?" He shakes his head, uncrossing his arms and leaning forward slightly.

"I told you I'm not leaving. I'm staying right here, and if you want me gone, then you're going to have to try a lot harder than self-destructive, self-sabotage, and self-loathing behavior."
 
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