[Theo is capable of being loud. Loud. And this wasn't the loudest he could be but there was something in him being wrenched free by Oliver, who kept fucking into him like he told him to - hard, deep, and fast against the friction that was his body seizing up. It's too much and not enough all at once, his leg kicking from the overstimulation before Oliver's painting him with his cum and Theo's eyes are opening, blinking up at him with a misty haze to them.
He's grinning, hand reaching to wipe some of the cum off his stomach before putting his fingers to his lips to suck them clean. The car stopped at some point, and Theo doesn't quite care, because he's mourning the loss of Oliver's cock in him and struggling to sit up and not look fucked to high heaven. Hair's mussed, face is flush, he's using his fingers to wipe more cum off himself before shooting Oliver another sneaky side glance.]
Daddy's giving you everything you want at Christmas for this.
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He's grinning, hand reaching to wipe some of the cum off his stomach before putting his fingers to his lips to suck them clean. The car stopped at some point, and Theo doesn't quite care, because he's mourning the loss of Oliver's cock in him and struggling to sit up and not look fucked to high heaven. Hair's mussed, face is flush, he's using his fingers to wipe more cum off himself before shooting Oliver another sneaky side glance.]
Daddy's giving you everything you want at Christmas for this.