( he's got lube-covered fingers around his own cock, just enough to help him guide himself in before they're moving to press against theo's thigh instead, putting more pressure on it to bend his leg in towards his chest just a little closer, just to give oliver that much more leverage as he rolls hips forward with a soft moan and--grinds in deep. doesn't give theo much time to brace himself because fucking look at him: he loves it.

and oliver wouldn't deny him a good, quick, hard fuck. theo buries his face in against oliver and he laughs--a soft, breathy sound as his head tips in to press lips close to theo's ear. drags his tongue against the shell of it before blowing soft against it, just as hips pull back enough that he can press forward again. offer a little bit of friction. )

You're always hot shit, the glamour just makes you look like a fucking Tolkien elf--too perfect. ( teeth nipping along theo's ear as he grinds in deep again; oliver doesn't bother setting an actual pace, doesn't bother trying to drag this on because he's not going to make it long anyway. ) I like you better this way, pores and all.