( 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. )
[That makes Theo laugh - just head tipped back, smile up to the air and his whole body moving with the laugh as it gets wrenched out of him just like the moan it bleeds into does as well. He fucking loves this side of Oliver - the side that meshes so well with him, that is so much fun he can't stand it. They're idiots, reckless and stupid, and it never ceases to be a good time. He's digging his nails into the back of Oliver's neck, grazing down the side of his throat as he feels Oliver pound into him- wet slaps filling the gaps between his wanton moans and the gravel under the tires, the world beyond these car doors.
It's not that surprising that Theo's on the cusp of blowing his load. Not even that surprising that he does so quick and without warning, arching up with a shuddering sigh right as he started to repeatedly croon Oliver's name louder and louder, peppered with 'Daddy, yes, Daddy- yes!' for the full effect. He rocks his way through a particularly violent orgasm, tightening around Oliver's cock, eyelids fluttering as he trembles against the seat. Importantly, though:]
Don't stop, don't stop- I wanna feel you come, babe.
( he feels theo tighten around him, gasps soft at the sensation of it before he's--rolling hips forward into him, slows down while theo comes down up until theo tells him to not stop. oliver isn't really the growly sort, but the sound he gives against theo's neck could definitely be considered one. he keeps pressing hard into theo, keeping up the quick rough pace until he starts to come and--pulls back.
wraps his fingers around his cock and strokes himself off to paint theo's stomach with a soft, pleased sigh. eyes close, shudder wracking through his spine, his shoulders, and after oliver's sure there's nothing left in him he's opening his eyes,
gives theo a little snarky grin. )
Didn't want to leave a mess in you when we've got plans. ( he's winded, voice more airy than oliver's usually is. ) Clean yourself up.
[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.
( he'd get theo to clean oliver off, too, but that'd just lead to even more of a fucking mess, so oliver just--tucks himself back in and figures he can deal with the mess until they stop to fuck again and eventually make it back home. he sits back to give theo enough room to fix his pants and try to get himself back together, head leaning back to rest against the seat as oliver watches theo out of the corner of his eyes. )
Next time, ( voice husky, not in the i'm trying to be daddy sense but in the fucked out way. ) next time we really fuck, I'm going to tie you to the bed frame, knees bent up and spread, and get a real nice toy to fuck into you until you cry from it. And just when you start to feel like you can't handle it anymore, I'll make you eat my ass, put a nice cockring on you, and fuck myself on your dick until you beg me to please let you come just one more time. And then I'll take out the toy, jack myself off until I finish, and leave you there--cock ring and all.
[Theo gets himself presentable - sort of. He still reeks of being freshly fucked but he tucks in his shirt, zips his pants and is particularly winded because Oliver's telling him hot shit that makes his cock twitch already. His stomach does a little flip and - he shouldn't be such a bottom in the wake of his whole Daddy playtime thing but man, Oliver can talk to him in this tone of voice any time. He'll do whatever he wants him to.]
Oof. You're gonna give me a complex.
[He puts his hand on the door handle, but doesn't open it yet.]
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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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It's not that surprising that Theo's on the cusp of blowing his load. Not even that surprising that he does so quick and without warning, arching up with a shuddering sigh right as he started to repeatedly croon Oliver's name louder and louder, peppered with 'Daddy, yes, Daddy- yes!' for the full effect. He rocks his way through a particularly violent orgasm, tightening around Oliver's cock, eyelids fluttering as he trembles against the seat. Importantly, though:]
Don't stop, don't stop- I wanna feel you come, babe.
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wraps his fingers around his cock and strokes himself off to paint theo's stomach with a soft, pleased sigh. eyes close, shudder wracking through his spine, his shoulders, and after oliver's sure there's nothing left in him he's opening his eyes,
gives theo a little snarky grin. )
Didn't want to leave a mess in you when we've got plans. ( he's winded, voice more airy than oliver's usually is. ) Clean yourself up.
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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.
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Next time, ( voice husky, not in the i'm trying to be daddy sense but in the fucked out way. ) next time we really fuck, I'm going to tie you to the bed frame, knees bent up and spread, and get a real nice toy to fuck into you until you cry from it. And just when you start to feel like you can't handle it anymore, I'll make you eat my ass, put a nice cockring on you, and fuck myself on your dick until you beg me to please let you come just one more time. And then I'll take out the toy, jack myself off until I finish, and leave you there--cock ring and all.
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Oof. You're gonna give me a complex.
[He puts his hand on the door handle, but doesn't open it yet.]
Let's go eat already.