[Theo doesn't slip into the car behind Oliver, he falls into it, lazy and easy with the door shut behind him and a signal to the driver to take them to their next location. A ritzy bar with red table cloths, booked under Ragnor's name to divert away from two subs having fun together but otherwise full of rich food, good wine and some half decent music. He slips his arm around Oliver's shoulders, and breathes in slow when he speaks that way into his ear.]
You're giving me a complex.
[Self-fucking is... definitely one of his new fucking kinks, and he turns his face in toward Oliver to nip at his earlobe and lash his tongue down his neck in retaliation. He nips just hard enough not to leave a mark but to threaten it, and puts his other hand right on Oliver's thigh.]
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You're giving me a complex.
[Self-fucking is... definitely one of his new fucking kinks, and he turns his face in toward Oliver to nip at his earlobe and lash his tongue down his neck in retaliation. He nips just hard enough not to leave a mark but to threaten it, and puts his other hand right on Oliver's thigh.]