You liar, you liked me from the moment you set eyes on me.

[He laughs, softly exhaling against Oliver's skin as he nuzzles against him - smitten by the words as they were, even without his totally legit correction. As obvious at it is, Theo's kink for praise and being told just how much he's liked is always there - simmering under his skin, warm like the water they're still in. He nips at Oliver's earlobe right after he's scratched up his thigh, bringing welts to his skin - and squeezes his cock a bit firmer, pumping faster, laughing because:]

You're so into sluts? That must be your kink, having a dirty little whore beat you off in the bath while he's thinking about what it'd be like to just pound into you instead. Maybe tease you first, edge you - eat you out a little, make you beg for a good finish so that you can turn around and stake your claim on him. Am I close? Or are you close?

[Hand hasn't stopped, of course.]