Lucian From London

Lifalakhe "Lucian Sola" Ogunsola.

[luciansola]

msjadebellamy‌:

“Yours.” Her answer didn’t need a moment of thought to it. To her, her home was off-limits. Hotel rooms she stayed in, the trailer for the latest project, a dressing room within the studio, they were all within bounds, but not where her own bed was. Jade shifted against his lap, fingers drumming slowly against him on one hand. “You’re left with the mess that way.”

“Then I’m gonna need ya to ask for the bill, trouble.” He replied, the smirk nearly audible as he slid his hand down her back to her arse. Lucian may have not expected to run into Jade, but he missed her despite all the fronting he put up as a hard man. She had always found some strange way into his brain. And maybe his heart, though he wasn’t always sure he had one of those. “Then we can make that mess.”

[luciansola]

msjadebellamy‌:

Her head was yanked back, causing a ripple to flutter down her body, emanating from the roots of her hair and descending between her legs. Hands already on his lap, her fingers traipsed over the form beneath, curling around it, taking him into her palm firmly in retaliation. Even if his pants were still in the way, he’d be sure to feel it just about the same as if he was bare before her. “Why don’t you make me?” she dared before an eyebrow quirked up. “I’ll say it when I come. Isn’t that the deal?” Her reminder came with a tight squeeze. “Keep up your end of the bargain.”

Lucian let out a dry chuckle as his eyes locked on the blonde’s. Feeling her palm him, he raised an eyebrow as he maintained the eye contact between them. “Well then it seems there’s only one other thing left to ask.” He breathed out as he leaned forward, his lips nearly brushing against hers before he glanced off to the side. “Yours or mine?”

[luciansola]

msjadebellamy‌:

Both of Jade’s hands slid down from his shoulders to his lap, lifting herself up just a little to slip between their bodies and throwing all her weight down on them harshly to pin Lucian’s zipper against what he valued most. “Watch that pretty tongue,” she hissed against his lips, “because it might be the only one you’ll feel for awhile.” She eased somewhat, if nothing else but to tell him she’d be willing to do it all again, but in her experience it was just a matter of their foreplay, no matter how toxic it all came to be. “Oh, before we need them?” she went on, as if the conversation was civil once more, letting his hands roam against her. “Do you really think your dick is worth that much to me?” Still, her head tilted to the side to expose her neck to him, letting his teeth nip at her skin. His words tangled themselves around her spine as they slipped down, but she made sure her face looked touched by boredom instead. Blue eyes slipped back to him, the gaze of a brat staring at him as she whispered into his own ear to return the favor. “Who are you again?”

Lucian’s eyebrow sliced up his forehead as he looked at the blonde in his lap. It somehow always ended up like this between the two of them. They were still in the middle of a diner. A diner where the two of them were known even. And yet... the only thing either of them was really paying attention to or caring about was each other. They were toxic. And they were going to ruin each other, the way they nearly ruined each other in London. Yet they would still fall into the same old habits. Because they both loved it. “Do I think my dick is worth that much to you? Oh Jade... I know it is.” The statement was punctuated by his right hand gripping into her hair and pulling her head back slightly. “I think you’re fully aware of who I am. So why don’t you tell me who I am?”

[luciansola]

msjadebellamy‌:

Jade’s eyes narrowed at him. Who the fuck was he to give her rules? Waltz back into her life and think he could command her and twisting her to his every will? Her body rebelled against her mind though, most of her mind–her logical side. Her subconscious, on the other hand, where it housed her fractured self, worked in hand, fueling the feeling of her nerves caving to arousal. It rippled down to her inner thighs, where they parted slowly in front of him against his table before lowering herself (body and soul) into his lap. The firmness of his hand against her cheek wasn’t required; she had locked onto him from the start. Lips hovered over his, close enough to leave a veneer of gloss on his mouth as she spoke.

“Fuck you,” she breathed, a release in a tone that Lucian would know was like a moan, and in case he couldn’t remember, Jade’s thighs tightened around him, knees crashing into his hips. “What’s the matter? You need someone else fucking me to get me off now? Are you getting too old to get it up and keep me satisfied on your own, Lucian?”

Lucian knew he had her as she lowered herself into his lap and he couldn’t help but let the wry smile slide back across his features as the blonde who was seventeen years his junior looked down at him. Each word from her lips making their lips brush against each other, it would almost seem like kissing if it wasn’t so obvious the thin line that separated their desire and their utter hatred of each other. But when they were like this, Lucian knew he was in charge.

“You know that ain’t it. I just know you’re a blonde bimbo slut who gives it up for any man or woman with a nice smile and a nice watch. Just putting some ground rules in place before we need them.” He stated before sliding his face away from hers for a moment as he let his left hand stay on her hip and his right hand slither around to the back of her neck. Leaning his head forward, he pressed his lips next to her ear as he held her in place. “How long have you been missing screaming my name?” He breathed out in hot air onto her ear before placing something between a kiss and bite on the side of her neck.

[luciansola]

msjadebellamy‌:

“And whose fault is that? Hard not to when you’re not around to actually get the job done. What were you expecting? Me to Snapchat you doing it myself?” Jade’s thumb had come to a slow stop over his mouth before she tilted her head at him. He’d have to work at redemption, at least harder than that. “So?” she asked, eyes on his with a brow raised, challenging him. She knew what would crawl under his skin. “You’ve got competition, now. I think you already know Jerome by now, right?”

“Doing it yourself? No. Never. You can ride whoever’s tongue or cock you want as far as I’m concerned. But there will be ground rules. Especially now that I’m back, babe. First, each time you do it you have to send me a photo of you either in the act or in the immediate aftermath.” He stated simply as he reached across the table and placed a heavy hand on the side of her face, steadying it and forcing her to stare into his eyes. “And yes, I’ve met Jerome. Once or twice. But that brings me to my second point. When you cum, there’s only one name allowed on your lips, blondie. And it ain’t the old geezer upstair’s. It’s mine. Got it?” There was no stated threat, Lucian never needed those. The Londoner knew well enough that his very presence implied enough of a threat.

[luciansola]

I make your girl melt like a toastie/I been this way from day/and I write for myself no Ghosty

[luciansola]

foxycal‌:

Cal glanced over at the familiar voice. “Fancy meeting you here. You decided to come to America as well, then?” 

Lucian sighed deeply and nodded. “Yeah... one of the missuses has been bugging me to for a while and it seemed like a fun challenge. So I jumped over.”

[luciansola]

msjadebellamy‌:

“Do you really want to go down memory lane?” Jade asked, a warning tone to her voice, still clinging to bitterness beneath that seductive honey. “If you want another chance at having a hand anywhere near my pants,” she went on, thumb smoothing over the corner of his lips, “you better not let me think about the years you fucked me over.”

“I mean there were many many good times. To be fair, you fucked around as much as I ever did.” Lucian’s quick lean forward was more just a motion of habit, within rhythm of his words and finding a connection with his body. “We both fucked each other. I stayed because my career took off, you would come visit. It was a nice system we had. But enough about the past, eh? I’m here now ain’t I?”

[luciansola]

foxycal‌:

“Well, that’s certainly something I never saw in London. Tell me, does that kind of thing happen often here?” 

“Mate, I only been in the city for like... a week. But I definitely never saw no signs like this one back in the Bells.”

[luciansola]

russelltorrance‌:

It was time for a trade-up. For once, he didn’t mean with people; Russell had released his last year’s model car for the newest, and all without using a dime of his own money. Slick black. 2020. Chevrolet Corvette. American made, like God intended. The car hadn’t been officially out for the public consumption, but with Prometheus’ pull and Russell’s own ways it somehow happened. But like all good and stolen things, they had to come to an end the moment he stepped back outside to see someone pull up right beside it and slam their door into it.

“Get your goddamn foreign piece of shit away from here or learn how to drive!”

Lucian had spent a long time and a lot of money making sure he could bring at least a few of his favoured cars over from England when he had hopped across the pond. But his pride and joy, his favourite, at least for the moment was the car he had just stepped out of. A dark lavender McLaren Speedtail. Only 106 had ever been produced, his was the only one he knew of with his colour. Wasn’t technically perfectly street legal in the States... but then again he had found a work around. No more than 2500 miles a year, no problem. When the door started to open out and up, as all McLaren doors did, he was shocked as the car he had pulled up next to was hit by it. Staring at the Corvette, he just shook his head and looked over at the man who was yelling at him.

“Oi wanker, if you confuse me Speedtail with a piece of shit, I may have to ask to get your bloody prescription checked.” The chuckle that left the Englishman’s mouth as he answered was dry and humourless. “You’re the one driving a car for tiny dicked gits who can’t tell the difference between something mass produced and something that is exclusive. So get your Alans out your arse, stop being a James Blunt, and get a Duncan Goodhew before you try calling me car a piece of shit again.”

[luciansola]

msjadebellamy‌:

To jerk his chain came from second nature, along with other things of similar title. “Oh, you mean where the accent actually sounds charming? You’re right. My mistake.” Her hip leaned up against the side of his table, the one side where the thigh was unmarked by the dares. “If you leave bitemarks on me,” she went on, fingers resting beneath his chin to tip it up to her, “again, we’re going to have a problem.”

Jade had always had a way into his brain. Or maybe it wasn’t his brain, but one of his other decision makers. “You can say it ain’t charming as much as you want, but I still remember when I first came chirpsing at you. It seemed to charm the pants right off you.” The musician answered with a smile. “But everytime we have a problem, we have a very fun solution heh?”

[luciansola]

msjadebellamy‌:

Tomas didn’t have to ban her from his knockoff Starbucks–not that he had the balls to do it–but she banned herself from it, at least temporarily. It was a one-off visitation, anyways, just something to do to shake him, and she was already returning to more familiar surroundings. What was also familiar? Lucian Sola. That voice was undeniable and too distinguishable for it to belong to anyone else. She propped her sunglasses up on her head as she gave him a sharp look, eyebrow raised. “Don’t they speak English in England?” she asked as she took a step over to him, hand flattening on the tabletop. “Also, I never ask. I demand.”

Lucian’s eyes met the blonde’s own as a smirk slid across his lips. Jade Bellamy. Their paths had crossed a few times in the past, always with rather interesting results. “You know that’s implying that us from the bells don’t speak different from the rest of the feckin’ English folk you’d run across.” He stated, trying to be as honest as possible. “Well I’ll be sure to oblige then.”

[luciansola]

teaganharper‌:

teagan’s eyes widened as they listened to the man next to them, their expression shifting quickly between bewilderment, confusion, and amusement. they pursed their lips, giving the man a long look before raising a brow. “yeah–i didn’t catch any of that. like, none.” fucking british people and their made up words. at his last comment, teagan shrugged slightly, “okay, biting i get. i mean, i understood what you were saying–not that i was into biting.” they paused, thinking for a moment, then adding, “i mean, i am, but that wasn’t the point.” it was only 10 o’clock and they were already tripping over their own words, but in their defense, they’d needed a little hair of the dog to deal with the massive hangover they’d woken up with. “lucian, right? s…ssola?” they dragged out the last few syllables, unsure if they were right on the last name.

lucian chuckled slightly at their statement of confusion. he leaned against his hand as he looked at them. “i’ll never be used to living outside of the bells. i was just saying that you should stop staring at me eating me toast and should have a cuppa tea with me instead.” lucian explained as much as he could. “i mean i’m glad that you’ve told me this i think? at least to know in case.” when they asked about his name, he nodded quietly. “yeah... that’s the name everyone knows me by.”

[luciansola]

Lucian sat at the table in the diner, looking at the food on offer. He hadn’t been in the states long and he wasn’t exactly sure what to expect from it. The big man took a moment and looked up from the meal in front of him, noticing the other in front of him. “You jus’ gonna stand there watching me have me holy ghost or are you gonna join me for a spot of rosie?” The older Londoner asked as he gestured at the open seat across from him. “I don’t bite much. Unless I’m asked to, of course.”