( he is close; stuttered little gasp falling freely from his lips as a healthy flush covers his ears, his cheeks. fingers flex against theo's thigh as the bathwater washes away pre. )

I'm into you. ( another soft little gasp, just before one corner of his lips curls up into a little half-smirk. ) I'm into how much you want to--eat my ass. Fuck, how many times have you brought that up? I'm into how much of a contradictory asshole you are--fuck--you want control, you want to give it up. You fuck off every time shit gets too serious, you come back and cling on tighter. You're a mess. ( but it's--affectionate, or at least as affectionate as oliver ever sounds. )

God, Theo, you're amazing. ( another stuttering breath in, before his stomach's tensing and oliver's coming right into the bath. he'll--bitch once the afterglow's faded, how baths are gross already and now look at them, sitting in water full of cum. but oliver isn't there yet, blissed out and more satisfied than he thought he'd be today. )