( because sometimes you have to tell people you're clearly dating them and bully them onto actual dates for fun. slutty but sharp is easy enough: dark, tight jeans that can't be comfortable to sit in but they fit well enough oliver doesn't give a shit--and a red button down that's also riding the line of uncomfortably too tight and sexily tight with the top three buttons undone.
luckily he didn't actually have to work in any of this bullshit because there's a creepy clown portrait in the backroom that takes him right to nate's line of clowns and from there a confusing but necessary loop of portals to doors to other portals that eventually lead back to nick's closet where oliver keeps all his clothes, too, because having his own closet is stupid.
his curls are tight, too; not frizzy or loose like they'd usually be this late into the day from having his face down against a desk or fingers brushing through them as he made himself comfortable on someone else's lap. oliver's clearly put in some effort, even enough effort that he walks out of the apothecary a good ten minutes early, just so he can pull out his phone and start dicking around on it to look like he hasn't put in any effort at all. )
[Theo rented a car. Which is thank Christ this isn't in the down because then he'd have to rent two for the same effect and he's not sure he's got that much energy in him. Willem always made it seem effortless, and he hates finding out that it's actual work - maybe he's just not cut out for it himself which is also grating. Anyway, thank Ragnor for this, the car rolls up and Theo slips out in black slacks and a white button down, also partially undone and rolled up at the sleeves. A myriad of bracelets and necklaces denote he's still a bitch who likes accessorizing - but he's also not a bitch that could be confined to a suit jacket this long.]
Hey sugar, you got your clutch and are ready to go?
( very gangsterish. oliver grins, but it's not like he's much better; there's at least a ring on every finger, his ears are covered in piercings--plain black from a distance but from up close, the symbols and runes he's carved into them are visible and they're laced with magic. feels very oliver-ish.
theo opens his mouth and says stupid shit and oliver's snickering, standing up straight so he can shove his phone into his back pocket before he's sauntering on closer. presses a hand against theo's chest with fingers just inside the opening of his shirt and puts his weight on it, so he can lean in against him. )
[He says on impulse, before bringing up a hand to cup the side of Oliver's neck - gotta remember the Daddy energy. He tips his chin up with a nudge of his thumb so that he can lean down and kiss him, quick and forceful, nipping at his lower lip before pulling back. He steps back and gestures at the car, before getting the door. Look at him. He's proud of himself.]
( cute. very daddy-like energy. theo pulls out of the kiss and oliver presses his lips together tight before he's laughing again. pushes against theo once more before he's moving over to the car and letting himself into the back seat. scoots over enough to leave plenty of room for theo and waits until he's in, before he's scooting up close so their thighs touch.
leans in close to his ear to murmur in an accent that theo might recognize as his, from forever and a half ago. )
[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.]
( not like he can mess with anyone else like this. oliver isn't well-versed in glamours even if he did want to try it. theo wraps around him and oliver shifts his weight so he's turning into theo. wraps an arm around his neck while theo makes his way down his neck, head tipping back to give him more room to work with as oliver moans soft.
mostly for show. theo's hand drops down to his thigh, and oliver drags one down his chest, his abdomen, until he's got his palm grinding right up against his cock. their date has barely started, but that doesn't mean oliver can't escalate it. an little pre-dinner fucking won't spoil their evening. )
I let him come on my face, you know. Wore it around town. Maybe I should let you do the same, after I fuck you into the seat.
[Theo asks it with an inevitable laugh, all teeth in a wolfish grin between bouts of kissing at Oliver's neck, dragging his tongue up the curve to his jaw and groaning soft in the space between them. Oliver's hand's on his dick getting him hard and they're not even there yet - which is fine by Theo, who also agrees that a pre-dinner fuck is precisely what could take the edge off the night. Literally. He puts his palm over Oliver's cock, grinding back as well, and whispers to the shell of his ear:]
You wanna show me how much of a good boy you are, fuck me nice and deep like I taught you to? You little cum slut.
( it's hard to resist ruining the mood by laughing himself into a stupor, but oliver manages it. snickers to himself, but doesn't lose his shit. theo's hand moves to press against his cock and oliver moans soft, hips shifting to press up into his palm even as oliver grinds his own harder against theo's cock. he could grab for a zipper, pull it down, start stroking theo off directly but the anticipation is half the fun, isn't it?
he doesn't drop the accent any either; gasps soft, but it's lucky for him that theo's pressed in so close so he can't see how unpre-reincarnation cycle theo his expression is. he'll fix it later. )
Pretty please, Daddy? I've been so good for you, I've tried so hard to please you. All I want to do is show you how amazing I can make you feel.
You think you can do it, and make sure Daddy's satisfied?
[Theo's hard as a rock now, grinning through a bitten lip as he nuzzles up against Oliver's neck; he pulls away only to slouch back in his seat, pushing his hips to the edge of it and to withdraw his arm from around Oliver. There's enough room in this lofty vehicle to do the dirty, the partition screen keeping them in some semblance of privacy though he's not thinking about that just yet. Instead he's thumbing down the zipper of his trousers, slipping sidelong on the bench of the seat to put his back to it and lift his leg up in the air. Not bottom behavior. Daddy behavior..]
Come up close, get between my legs and show Daddy just how good you are with your cock. He's waiting.
( it's bottomy behavior regardless of what theo thinks, because oliver always thinks of him as bottom-y. not in an ew gross way, but in a he definitely thinks that it'd be real easy to shove theo over if he really wanted to. guy does give off fuck me vibes pretty strongly. or maybe oliver's just looking for them extra hard.
not that it matters any. theo moves to put himself on display, shoves pants down and climbs up onto the seat to leave his ass up enough so oliver can fuck him and who is oliver to deny him anything? he laughs, reaches into his back pocket to pull out a couple small packets of lube, and tears one open with his teeth. lets the other two fall to the floor of the car. in case he needs them later. now? one should be plenty for sliding between theo's legs, for moving himself closer, for settling in between his legs with the lube packet still between teeth and fingers moving to deftly undo his pants just enough to pull his very hard cock free. )
Don't disappoint me, baby. I know you're gonna do this juuuust like I taught you.
[Theo's - on the verge of laughing, holding it together by the grace of God but there's a fun little sparkle to his eye as he looks up at Oliver. It's kind of a disaster being spread out like he is, knees pulled back toward his chest so he doesn't have to strip completely, ass out and his slightly gangly limbs all compressed together against the bench seat. Being taller than your little Baby Top is weird and yet oh so hot?]
Show Daddy your nice hard cock. Let him feel it in him, niiiice and slow.
( he--snorts. two steps away from outright laughing but he's holding on strong. oliver moves his lubed up fingers to press the tips against theo's hole. rubs them there for just a few moments, just enough to give theo a little bit of a warning, before he's pushing two in to the second knuckle against any resistance. it's more fun this way. he's sure theo will agree. a little manhandling never hurt anyone, did it?
he's hard, head of his cock rubbing against the inside of a thigh when oliver grinds forward and leans in against theo's thighs. )
You're being the disobedient little slut you always are.
[Butting heads, ignoring instructions - he'd expect no less, and it fits right in with the fantasy. Theo had sucked in a breath to the intrusion of Oliver's fingers, groaning with his chin tipping up and head back and his back arching. It's hard for him not to be the needy, disobedient bitch but look at him really trying right now for the sake of this fun Daddy Rp.]
You gonna fuck Daddy as hard as you can, as fast as you can? Show him all your stamina.
( voice low, a soft coo as oliver leans in over theo. braces his free hand against the seat next to theo's ear and tenses a little as the car pulls to a stop at one of the lights. looks out the window above them, before his attention is refocusing on theo himself. presses lips softly to the corner of theo's own while his fingers press in deep. )
You can drop the daddy bullshit. I love watching you break under me.
[Theo laughs, a little caught in his throat snort as he stares up at Oliver for a second - wide eyed and still in the depths of stupid allure, before he rolls his eyes to the side and puts up a weak defense:]
I like the daddy bullshit.
[But he likes getting railed more.]
You telling me I'm not cut out for it? Am I calling you Daddy now?
( easy, before oliver's snorting and pulling his fingers out, before adding a third. theo's an easy bitch, he likes an edge of pain, oliver doesn't feel like he needs to take it slow by any means. and they probably don't have time for that anyway. )
But I do want you to drop the glamour. ( moments before he's shifting in to press lips fully against theo's own, bites down hard on his lower lip. )
[He's - not sure how to take that for a beat. There's no real way to take it except he feels vulnerable when he drops away the usual glamor, the brilliant blue sheen to his eyes and - let's face it, a gentle glow of an IRL filter on his skin. He runs his his tongue over his lower lip, surveying Oliver from below, knee lifting and body tensing around his fingers - hissing something delighted.]
( he'd known about the eyes--but the full body shit explains why it was hard to place where theo was off to begin with. oliver laughs soft, but it's gentle. not mocking. tips his chin up after to place a gentle kiss against theo's cheek just below an eye. )
I can see your pores.
( kind of pissed at himself for just assuming theo was that pretty, really. but the little imperfections just makes him even more endearing. )
Much better.
( but he's pulling his fingers out of theo quickly, doesn't give him time to adjust to not having them there before oliver's pushing the head of his cock against his hole then slowly pressing in. his fingers were lubed up, clearly that's enough for a quick backseat car fucking, right. )
[Theo scoffs at the comment, part of him still regretting having dropped the glamor at all but - Oliver doesn't make it feel too bad. Theo's issues with self worth are not for discussion at the moment, not when he's nudging his nose against Oliver's jaw and then burying his face against him as best he can. Is he hiding the pores, the reality of himself or is he just looking for contact. God only knows.]
I'm always hot, it just makes me hotter. There's nothing wrong with - ah.
[That feels good - Oliver's pushing into him and Theo's so easily dissolved out of what little, pathetic attempt at Daddy he had going on. He's got one hand against the back of the seat bench, gripping to the leather as he rolls his hips up toward Oliver's hips, whining aloud.]
( 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.
[If there's one thing Theo's good at in every life, it's being flexible, bending his body according to Oliver's wishes and squirming against the bench seat of the car as he fucks into him hard and deep. His lips stay parted from his first gasped breath, head back and body briefly tightening around Oliver's cock before he's adjusted - laughing despite himself at the tongue to his ear, starting to swat at Oliver but instead just gripping at his hair with one hand.]
I'll keep that in mind.
[He says with another laugh turned moan, hips grinding up against Oliver for friction, leather of the seat sticking to his lower back and sweat beading on his brow already. He stares off over Oliver's shoulder, up at the roof of the car, eyes briefly unfocused as he settles into enjoying the moment. He'll start toning it back with the glamor, if only in Oliver's presence - but he's not sure he can guarantee keeping his eyes dark. It's the one thing that always sold him out to Willem and even though he'd still find him, it feels like a veil he still needs to wear. Maybe in good time he'll feel secure enough to let that crutch go.
Maybe if Oliver fucks him hard enough he'll need other crutches.
He gets particularly vocal, nails grazing up against the side of Oliver's neck, hand clasping up under his arm to scratch against his back through his shirt. Clawing like a cat but also breathing shallow and full of want, pleading for more between breaths and otherwise adding a lewd selection of curses and demands in the space between them. Very much along the lines of:]
( he likes this, their back and forth. how theo can be a bitch to him one second and mewling under him the next, how he grabs on tight after swatting at him and his stupid fucking laugh. they just play off of each other well, not even in oliver's usual just shift himself to fit the mold way. it's fucking exhilarating.
theo bends just as oliver needs him to and oliver presses a soft moan in against his ear, laughs after before he's putting pressure against theo's thigh to hold up his weight as he pulls back until just the head of his cock is still inside of theo, before thrusting back in hard. he's not gentle, doesn't give theo time to stretch to accommodate, doesn't pause long before he's pulling back halfway just to push in hard again. because fuck if those fingers digging into him isn't hot as hell, and theo knows well how to talk it up.
even if he ends up making oliver press his mouth against theo's neck to help muffle out the sound of him laughing--because unlike theo, he can't hold it back. his shoulders shake with the effort of keeping quiet, even as oliver grinds hips hard into theo's ass, )
I bet you can cum without me touching you. ( he knows theo can, but if they're going to play with porn-appropriate vocabulary he may as well put in his best efforts, too. ) I'll make you come so hard on my cock, everyone around us'll hear you scream my name. ( smile pressed in close, even as oliver's thrusting in hard again. )
The driver's going to be jealous they're not the ones pounding into your ass.
[Theo likes the way Oliver laughs, it's - cute and humanizing, not that he ever thought him inhuman but there's certain factors about him that are typically closed off or aloof. To break the facade feels like more of a triumph than getting him off; he sees the similarly stupid youth reflected back at him while they fuck, full of snickers and shaking shoulders. Theo groans again between the crack into another laugh, and he lets himself sink into the pleasure and fantasy of being fucked.
Oliver's good - always is - at winding him up. Giving him a little challenge, some bait on a stick to get Theo to react. He's given him something of a challenge, one that allures and excites him, so he just hastily nods his head, bracing one hand up against the door above his head so he'll stop smacking into it with the way they move each and every time Oliver's fucking into him, digging deep and forcing him to adjust with a winded sigh.]
Make me come then, Daddy - let me get all tight on your cock for you.
[He's smiling, stupid and easy, squirming as his other hand stays on Oliver to keep himself away from trying to use it. No touching, just fucking - he ends up scratching his nails into Oliver's skin wherever he can reach it, from the nape of his neck to all down his shoulder blades beneath his shirt. His lip is starting to quiver and his thigh to shake, so he isn't far off.]
( probably smart to save theo's hair as much as possible, isn't it? like if they're going to go on a date, oliver wants to make sure they both look their best--and fucked out is a great look on theo, but just-fucked hair gets a little messy.
as do concussions. the pressure on theo's leg gets a little more intense as oliver rests most his weight against that hand on his thigh, and he starts--pressing in deeper, harder, gives a little choked out moan at how good it feels to move like this inside theo like this. he doesn't usually go this hard with people when he's dicking around with them, but theo's different. he can handle it. won't think anything of it.
he can't see the expression on theo's face, but he can hear the smile in his voice. laughs again, before he's--dragging his tongue up the side of theo's neck between thrusts before he speaks. lowers his voice, to try and be appropriately daddy, )
I'd give you anything you asked for, baby.
( he presses his mouth in close again, to muffle the snicker as he angles hips up and grinds forward, before sliding back and starting his rough, relentless pace again. doesn't let the way his body's shifting back and fourth with his thrusts stop him from opening his mouth and digging his teeth in hard into theo's neck, pulling at it each time he rocks back. )
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( because sometimes you have to tell people you're clearly dating them and bully them onto actual dates for fun. slutty but sharp is easy enough: dark, tight jeans that can't be comfortable to sit in but they fit well enough oliver doesn't give a shit--and a red button down that's also riding the line of uncomfortably too tight and sexily tight with the top three buttons undone.
luckily he didn't actually have to work in any of this bullshit because there's a creepy clown portrait in the backroom that takes him right to nate's line of clowns and from there a confusing but necessary loop of portals to doors to other portals that eventually lead back to nick's closet where oliver keeps all his clothes, too, because having his own closet is stupid.
his curls are tight, too; not frizzy or loose like they'd usually be this late into the day from having his face down against a desk or fingers brushing through them as he made himself comfortable on someone else's lap. oliver's clearly put in some effort, even enough effort that he walks out of the apothecary a good ten minutes early, just so he can pull out his phone and start dicking around on it to look like he hasn't put in any effort at all. )
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Hey sugar, you got your clutch and are ready to go?
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theo opens his mouth and says stupid shit and oliver's snickering, standing up straight so he can shove his phone into his back pocket before he's sauntering on closer. presses a hand against theo's chest with fingers just inside the opening of his shirt and puts his weight on it, so he can lean in against him. )
Blue is much more your color.
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[He says on impulse, before bringing up a hand to cup the side of Oliver's neck - gotta remember the Daddy energy. He tips his chin up with a nudge of his thumb so that he can lean down and kiss him, quick and forceful, nipping at his lower lip before pulling back. He steps back and gestures at the car, before getting the door. Look at him. He's proud of himself.]
Get in.
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leans in close to his ear to murmur in an accent that theo might recognize as his, from forever and a half ago. )
I missed you, Daddy.
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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.]
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mostly for show. theo's hand drops down to his thigh, and oliver drags one down his chest, his abdomen, until he's got his palm grinding right up against his cock. their date has barely started, but that doesn't mean oliver can't escalate it. an little pre-dinner fucking won't spoil their evening. )
I let him come on my face, you know. Wore it around town. Maybe I should let you do the same, after I fuck you into the seat.
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[Theo asks it with an inevitable laugh, all teeth in a wolfish grin between bouts of kissing at Oliver's neck, dragging his tongue up the curve to his jaw and groaning soft in the space between them. Oliver's hand's on his dick getting him hard and they're not even there yet - which is fine by Theo, who also agrees that a pre-dinner fuck is precisely what could take the edge off the night. Literally. He puts his palm over Oliver's cock, grinding back as well, and whispers to the shell of his ear:]
You wanna show me how much of a good boy you are, fuck me nice and deep like I taught you to? You little cum slut.
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he doesn't drop the accent any either; gasps soft, but it's lucky for him that theo's pressed in so close so he can't see how unpre-reincarnation cycle theo his expression is. he'll fix it later. )
Pretty please, Daddy? I've been so good for you, I've tried so hard to please you. All I want to do is show you how amazing I can make you feel.
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[Theo's hard as a rock now, grinning through a bitten lip as he nuzzles up against Oliver's neck; he pulls away only to slouch back in his seat, pushing his hips to the edge of it and to withdraw his arm from around Oliver. There's enough room in this lofty vehicle to do the dirty, the partition screen keeping them in some semblance of privacy though he's not thinking about that just yet. Instead he's thumbing down the zipper of his trousers, slipping sidelong on the bench of the seat to put his back to it and lift his leg up in the air. Not bottom behavior. Daddy behavior..]
Come up close, get between my legs and show Daddy just how good you are with your cock. He's waiting.
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not that it matters any. theo moves to put himself on display, shoves pants down and climbs up onto the seat to leave his ass up enough so oliver can fuck him and who is oliver to deny him anything? he laughs, reaches into his back pocket to pull out a couple small packets of lube, and tears one open with his teeth. lets the other two fall to the floor of the car. in case he needs them later. now? one should be plenty for sliding between theo's legs, for moving himself closer, for settling in between his legs with the lube packet still between teeth and fingers moving to deftly undo his pants just enough to pull his very hard cock free. )
I'll make sure Daddy feels so good.
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[Theo's - on the verge of laughing, holding it together by the grace of God but there's a fun little sparkle to his eye as he looks up at Oliver. It's kind of a disaster being spread out like he is, knees pulled back toward his chest so he doesn't have to strip completely, ass out and his slightly gangly limbs all compressed together against the bench seat. Being taller than your little Baby Top is weird and yet oh so hot?]
Show Daddy your nice hard cock. Let him feel it in him, niiiice and slow.
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he's hard, head of his cock rubbing against the inside of a thigh when oliver grinds forward and leans in against theo's thighs. )
You don't want it nice and slow.
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[Butting heads, ignoring instructions - he'd expect no less, and it fits right in with the fantasy. Theo had sucked in a breath to the intrusion of Oliver's fingers, groaning with his chin tipping up and head back and his back arching. It's hard for him not to be the needy, disobedient bitch but look at him really trying right now for the sake of this fun Daddy Rp.]
You gonna fuck Daddy as hard as you can, as fast as you can? Show him all your stamina.
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( voice low, a soft coo as oliver leans in over theo. braces his free hand against the seat next to theo's ear and tenses a little as the car pulls to a stop at one of the lights. looks out the window above them, before his attention is refocusing on theo himself. presses lips softly to the corner of theo's own while his fingers press in deep. )
You can drop the daddy bullshit. I love watching you break under me.
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I like the daddy bullshit.
[But he likes getting railed more.]
You telling me I'm not cut out for it? Am I calling you Daddy now?
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( easy, before oliver's snorting and pulling his fingers out, before adding a third. theo's an easy bitch, he likes an edge of pain, oliver doesn't feel like he needs to take it slow by any means. and they probably don't have time for that anyway. )
But I do want you to drop the glamour. ( moments before he's shifting in to press lips fully against theo's own, bites down hard on his lower lip. )
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[He's - not sure how to take that for a beat. There's no real way to take it except he feels vulnerable when he drops away the usual glamor, the brilliant blue sheen to his eyes and - let's face it, a gentle glow of an IRL filter on his skin. He runs his his tongue over his lower lip, surveying Oliver from below, knee lifting and body tensing around his fingers - hissing something delighted.]
Better?
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I can see your pores.
( kind of pissed at himself for just assuming theo was that pretty, really. but the little imperfections just makes him even more endearing. )
Much better.
( but he's pulling his fingers out of theo quickly, doesn't give him time to adjust to not having them there before oliver's pushing the head of his cock against his hole then slowly pressing in. his fingers were lubed up, clearly that's enough for a quick backseat car fucking, right. )
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[Theo scoffs at the comment, part of him still regretting having dropped the glamor at all but - Oliver doesn't make it feel too bad. Theo's issues with self worth are not for discussion at the moment, not when he's nudging his nose against Oliver's jaw and then burying his face against him as best he can. Is he hiding the pores, the reality of himself or is he just looking for contact. God only knows.]
I'm always hot, it just makes me hotter. There's nothing wrong with - ah.
[That feels good - Oliver's pushing into him and Theo's so easily dissolved out of what little, pathetic attempt at Daddy he had going on. He's got one hand against the back of the seat bench, gripping to the leather as he rolls his hips up toward Oliver's hips, whining aloud.]
Shit-
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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.
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I'll keep that in mind.
[He says with another laugh turned moan, hips grinding up against Oliver for friction, leather of the seat sticking to his lower back and sweat beading on his brow already. He stares off over Oliver's shoulder, up at the roof of the car, eyes briefly unfocused as he settles into enjoying the moment. He'll start toning it back with the glamor, if only in Oliver's presence - but he's not sure he can guarantee keeping his eyes dark. It's the one thing that always sold him out to Willem and even though he'd still find him, it feels like a veil he still needs to wear. Maybe in good time he'll feel secure enough to let that crutch go.
Maybe if Oliver fucks him hard enough he'll need other crutches.
He gets particularly vocal, nails grazing up against the side of Oliver's neck, hand clasping up under his arm to scratch against his back through his shirt. Clawing like a cat but also breathing shallow and full of want, pleading for more between breaths and otherwise adding a lewd selection of curses and demands in the space between them. Very much along the lines of:]
Fuck, yeah - fuck me, fuck me... D-Daddy, pl-please.
[The stutter was a laugh breaking through.]
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theo bends just as oliver needs him to and oliver presses a soft moan in against his ear, laughs after before he's putting pressure against theo's thigh to hold up his weight as he pulls back until just the head of his cock is still inside of theo, before thrusting back in hard. he's not gentle, doesn't give theo time to stretch to accommodate, doesn't pause long before he's pulling back halfway just to push in hard again. because fuck if those fingers digging into him isn't hot as hell, and theo knows well how to talk it up.
even if he ends up making oliver press his mouth against theo's neck to help muffle out the sound of him laughing--because unlike theo, he can't hold it back. his shoulders shake with the effort of keeping quiet, even as oliver grinds hips hard into theo's ass, )
I bet you can cum without me touching you. ( he knows theo can, but if they're going to play with porn-appropriate vocabulary he may as well put in his best efforts, too. ) I'll make you come so hard on my cock, everyone around us'll hear you scream my name. ( smile pressed in close, even as oliver's thrusting in hard again. )
The driver's going to be jealous they're not the ones pounding into your ass.
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[Theo likes the way Oliver laughs, it's - cute and humanizing, not that he ever thought him inhuman but there's certain factors about him that are typically closed off or aloof. To break the facade feels like more of a triumph than getting him off; he sees the similarly stupid youth reflected back at him while they fuck, full of snickers and shaking shoulders. Theo groans again between the crack into another laugh, and he lets himself sink into the pleasure and fantasy of being fucked.
Oliver's good - always is - at winding him up. Giving him a little challenge, some bait on a stick to get Theo to react. He's given him something of a challenge, one that allures and excites him, so he just hastily nods his head, bracing one hand up against the door above his head so he'll stop smacking into it with the way they move each and every time Oliver's fucking into him, digging deep and forcing him to adjust with a winded sigh.]
Make me come then, Daddy - let me get all tight on your cock for you.
[He's smiling, stupid and easy, squirming as his other hand stays on Oliver to keep himself away from trying to use it. No touching, just fucking - he ends up scratching his nails into Oliver's skin wherever he can reach it, from the nape of his neck to all down his shoulder blades beneath his shirt. His lip is starting to quiver and his thigh to shake, so he isn't far off.]
Make me scream already.
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as do concussions. the pressure on theo's leg gets a little more intense as oliver rests most his weight against that hand on his thigh, and he starts--pressing in deeper, harder, gives a little choked out moan at how good it feels to move like this inside theo like this. he doesn't usually go this hard with people when he's dicking around with them, but theo's different. he can handle it. won't think anything of it.
he can't see the expression on theo's face, but he can hear the smile in his voice. laughs again, before he's--dragging his tongue up the side of theo's neck between thrusts before he speaks. lowers his voice, to try and be appropriately daddy, )
I'd give you anything you asked for, baby.
( he presses his mouth in close again, to muffle the snicker as he angles hips up and grinds forward, before sliding back and starting his rough, relentless pace again. doesn't let the way his body's shifting back and fourth with his thrusts stop him from opening his mouth and digging his teeth in hard into theo's neck, pulling at it each time he rocks back. )
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